[Urban] Summer (Complete) - 19-21

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Helan lowered her eyes, her damp hair falling down, obscuring half her face. Combined with the dim lighting in the room, her expression held a hint of mystery.

"The difference between women and men, I guess... I didn't think things through... I'm sorry, husband."

Liang suddenly straightened up and hummed.

"No... no... this is all my business, sigh, my business."

"Why are you here too? Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Helan looked up, startling Liang, because he saw something blinking in her eyes, about to spill out...

"Actually, husband..."

She reached for his hand again.

"Actually, we've already had a tough time, haven't we? Especially you, you've been so tolerant of me and us, so incredibly so. Who doesn't know that? Am I unaware, or... is he unaware?" "

I haven't considered your feelings in many ways, not only because I felt it was because you caused all this, but also because I've always relied on you, treating you like an older brother. No matter how willful or selfish we were, you would... you would bear it all. I never imagined that you would have a moment when you couldn't bear it anymore. I'm sorry..."

Finally, tears streamed down Helan Ren's cheeks... leaving a glistening trail on his smooth face...

"However, seeing you unhappy makes me happy, really, because I realize you're heartbroken, finally showing it. You've hidden it so deeply all this time, even deceiving me for a time, all for my happiness."

"You told me that this also satisfied your alternative pleasure. Actually, I know... that's just an excuse. It's mostly because of me. Emotions are hard to explain. I could see it when we were on the mountain. Even though you're with Sister Xiaoya again, I saw that your heart... always revolves around me. I really felt that way." "

Alright, alright, you brat, is it really that serious? Getting all worked up? You're going on and on. Okay, I'm not going to say anymore."

Yi Wen felt a little uncomfortable. He Lan's words were so insightful. The more she said that, the more petty he seemed. He felt a bit resentful but happy. This brat, she really knew how to use her skills. She turned the tables on him so quickly that he felt both noble and unable to refute her.

"Let me finish. Who told you to just drink and not talk? Didn't you get the chance first?"

"No, girl, it's not as bad as you make it out to be, at least not as serious as you're exaggerating. There's some sour grapes about it, but is it really necessary for you to twist it like this?"

Yi Wen blushed and awkwardly defended herself.

"Alright, you silly husband, nobody's a three-year-old. You don't even believe what you're saying, so you might as well not say anything. Okay, I'll let you off the hook, I won't say anything more."

"How did it become letting me off the hook? Why did you climb so high without realizing it?"

Yi Wen frowned, pretending to be wronged.

"Actually, it's because I wanted to talk to you about something today, and then... this place, like a primeval forest, takes people... back to the primitive society, it's really too presumptuous..."

She turned to Liang and said softly.

"Actually, what I wanted to tell you today is that during the ten-plus days you were away, I've been thinking about something: what if it's because of our relationship that you've been living alone like this all this time..."

"Maybe my reasoning for thinking this way is a bit far-fetched, but if there's even a little bit of that reason, it's really wrong and unreasonable to have delayed you for so many years. So, I've been thinking about telling you this as soon as you get back. This is the whole truth; I was even thinking about how to bring it up with you while we were eating."

"I've brought this up before, but you always changed the subject."

As He Lan said this, she recalled how she had complained to Liang Ye to his face when he didn't come home at night. It was a bit shameless of her to say this to him now, but at least every word she said was what she truly felt.

"Another reason is that when fate brings you together, you shouldn't push it away. I've also spoken with Sister Xiaoya about it; that doctor's character and temperament are excellent. Given the current situation, logically, you should be the one chasing after her." "

But instead, you've been making things difficult for her. It makes no sense. I've heard you've introduced her to PhD students, vice-dean-level officials, and even powerful figures in government departments, yet she's still being manipulated by you. It's just not right." "

In the end, it all boils down to one thing. If we're interfering with your feelings, that's a serious offense, and it must be dealt with decisively..."

She looked directly at Yi Wen as she said this.

"By the way, kid, is that what happened?"

"Why is everyone turning against me?"

Liang complained, grumbling.

"No, actually it's not because my husband's petty temper flared up today that I said that. It's more like... before I lay everything bare with you seriously, let's have one last crazy moment, so... I just let my temper get the better of me."

He Lan said, blushing, her eyes glancing meekly at Yi Wen, her gaze indeed filled with apology and guilt...

"Hehe, my wife is right. Actually, I have a plan. It's very simple. We just need to kick him out, let him wander the streets for a few days, and not open the door to our house. After a few rounds of this, he'll behave and obediently go to the hospital to become a live-in son-in-law."

Yi Wen reached out and pulled He Lan, who lost her balance and fell into his arms. She blushed and pulled away, awkwardly scolding him, then sat up and combed her messy hair.

"Hehe, so what? I'm still an outsider."

Liang smiled wryly, gesturing with He Lan's beer bottle.

"Your round is quite valuable, you've been rambling on for so long, continue." It

was still He Lan, the one with the palm and back of her hand.

She continued.

"It's already been quite an achievement, it can't be summed up by just the word 'fate.' As a woman... I have to thank both of you."

Yi Wen joked, gesturing awkwardly.

"Shh, you're really... a female hooligan."

"Ugh!"

He Lan reached out and slapped him.

After saying that, she ignored him, momentarily at a loss for words, treating it as a mere formality.

Continuing.

Next up was Yi Wen.

He pretended to raise his can to drink, and when He Lan was surprised and tried to snatch it away, he chuckled, put the glass down, coughed twice, and began to spout nonsense.

"Actually, today, I'm not as petty as you think, not at all. Over the years, you've committed countless crimes, when have I ever expressed any dissatisfaction? No, right?"

"Although, it's impossible not to have some dissatisfaction, but would I dare to express it? No, right?"

He Lan listened to his rambling, laughing as she tried to hit him, but he dodged her, sat down opposite her, and continued.

"But today,"

he pretended to look at his phone.

"On [date], your earth-shattering and awe-inspiring feat, which I have been dreaming of for over a decade, was beaten to it by you, on such an extraordinary day, in such an extraordinary zoo."

"By the way, that brat somehow found out about this zoo through some scheming method. His motives are definitely impure. Look, I've been back in this city for almost four years and I didn't even know this place existed. He's been a wanderer for so many years, how could he possibly know about this animal world as soon as he got back?"

Helan laughed so hard she almost fell over, completely forgetting about hitting him. She

just stood there, panting, trying to defend him. "That's unreasonable! Didn't you see the notice outside? This place was only renovated last month!"

"Is that a reason? Think about it, how many days has he actually been in this city this time? How can he know such a place, such a corner, so well? Also, I noticed there wasn't that case of cans when we came in. I was thinking, 'I've stayed in so many hotels, and none of them have a whole case of beer in the room.' Was he planning to can the beer all along?"

"Ugh, ugh."

Helan stretched her foot out from under the covers and kicked him, her bare leg tangled with his…

"Alright, alright, if you don't want to hear it, then forget it. Let's go again."

She continued.

Although Yi Wen called out, He Lan didn't respond immediately like before. She hesitated, and Liang didn't reach out either, leading to a slight awkward silence. He Lan, however, kept smiling, occasionally pushing or kicking Yi Wen. Feeling

less awkward than before, Yi Wen calmed down a bit. Reflecting on his reaction tonight, he realized it was indeed a bit of an overreaction. Although so many years had passed, they had actually spent very little time together. If their relationship was like family, that feeling was mainly expressed through longing and occasional phone calls.

It was only about two months since they had spent a relatively long time together this time. Knowing his personality, if things hadn't gone well with the doctor, they might have drifted apart again for years, and who knew when they would meet again.

It was just because of what happened earlier. If compared to his first time in Shenzhen, the discomfort he felt was probably even greater, but even then, he didn't react this way. Why today? Was it a deeply ingrained flaw in him as a man? Why was he being so dramatic? Thinking this, he himself felt awkward.

Liang, on the other hand, was still restrained, feeling like he'd been caught red-handed thief. Not only had Yi Wen's emotions clearly changed, but he himself had also felt a jolt of realization after Yi Wen entered, a feeling of being somewhat drunk.

Now that he was awake, he felt ashamed, feeling that he'd ruined their brotherly bond by treating politeness as a blessing. Although Yi Wen's emotions seemed to be gradually recovering, and nothing was out of the question, it was like a piece of paper—once torn, it could never be put back together. He hadn't experienced it himself, but he could easily imagine the feeling.

He Lan then got up, walked to the door, opened it, and went out. The outside light shone in, brightening the room considerably.

"What are you standing there for?"

Yi Wen asked.

"I..."

"I...I...what? You're getting excited now, aren't you? If you're so excited, what were you doing a few years ago? You shouldn't have stepped in. Is there a difference between getting one foot wet and getting two feet wet?"

"Hehe, what are you talking about?"

Liang laughed.

"Damn it, stop pretending! Don't you know what I'm talking about?"

Yi Wen said irritably, pulling out a cigarette and making a gesture as if tossing it to him. He reached for it but didn't give it to him, chuckling as he lit it himself with a lighter before offering him another one.

"It was a bit sudden, it startled me. Actually, it was just that brat was willing to be hit, what's there to say? Hehe... it feels a bit different, doesn't it?"

Yi Wen sounded a bit roguish when he said this, he thought so himself, and Liang thought so too.

"The water's almost boiling, what do you want? Black tea, green tea, or coffee?"

He Lan called from outside.

Both of them ordered green tea.

He Lan walked to the door, leaning against the frame. The light from inside was very good, and the loose bathrobe couldn't hide her beautiful curves, especially the lines from her cheeks to her neck, which were softly illuminated by the outside light, making her particularly attractive.

"What are you talking about? I just heard you grinning mischievously,"

she said to Yi Wen.

"It's nothing, just that the kid's leveled up now, so we're even. I don't have any superiority complex anymore, sigh."

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

The two of them chuckled mischievously.

Helan finally understood, picked up a few cushions at his feet, and threw them at them, cursing,

"You scoundrels, you perverts..."

The soft cushions couldn't punish anyone, but they did make his hair messy and his bathrobe open. Especially because he was standing in the shadows, his coquettish expression was alluring and seductive.

Yi Wen kicked Liang under the covers. He turned to look at him, and Yi Wen winked at him. Liang grinned, but he pretended not to understand and didn't react. He kicked him again.

"That's enough,"

Liang said.

"You brat, what are you pretending for?"

he growled in a low voice.

Liang stood up reluctantly. He Lan, panting heavily, leaned against the pillows, completely unprepared for Liang

's approach. Before she could react, she was already in his arms… He Lan had planned to brew a pot of tea to help everyone sober up. Now that she had spoken frankly, she wanted to strike while the iron was hot and see if she could get Liang to at least make a statement. Regarding her relationship with the doctor, especially after she seemed to have overcome a hurdle and become much more open-minded, she had been thinking about how to settle this stubborn man.

A man only settles down after having a woman—that was definitely true.

But unexpectedly, in just a short while, the situation inside changed drastically. After being pulled into Liang's arms, she was stunned for a moment before struggling.

"Ugh, I was brewing tea outside, just about to talk to you guys about something serious."

"Heh, what's serious?"

Yi Wen fanned the flames with schadenfreude.

"The kid said he was so scared by me that his blood was all pumped up, and he was going to suffocate if he didn't get some relief."

She cursed him in her head, but that was all she could say, because Liang's lips had already sealed hers completely…

After she gave up struggling, the kiss became even more lingering, strangely so. Although she had kissed Liang before, with him present, it was almost never done. It seemed that kissing was destined to be a deeper level of intimacy, even surpassing a purely sexual experience, so she had always avoided doing it in front of Yi Wen.

But now this guy was so bold and unrestrained, clearly acting under someone's orders. This thought, coupled with his change from his previous listless demeanor and his restless touches, quickly made He Lan lose her composure.

Even so, she still retained a shred of shame. She kicked the door shut, and the room was suddenly filled only with the dim glow of a few star-like LED lights on the ceiling, greatly diminishing the visual experience for the spectator hiding in the corner of the tatami mat.

However, it was obvious that her passion had turned into a kind of intoxication as the light dimmed…

Yi Wen's expression looked very serious in the dim light, unlike his usual attempts to hide from them; now he stared straight at them. He just stared at He Lan as she went from being reserved to letting go…

I remember reading somewhere that there was a saying: "A woman's physical contact is more about sex, while a kiss is more about emotion." While not absolute, there is certainly some truth to it.

The moment Helan fell into Liang's arms, she hesitated, but this was what she was thinking about; she had made up her mind.

After tonight, she would never cross that line again.

She had originally gone out for tea to calmly announce this decision, to sever this relationship and start a new life. Of course, the new meaning was more about Liang; he should also start a new life with the female PhD.

But things changed so quickly inside, and a not-so-gentle kiss in his arms shattered her. Indeed, there would never have been such intimacy with Yi Wen. If the intercourse in front of Yi Wen revealed sex, then the lingering kiss revealed even more emotion.

She didn't want it to be like this; some things needed to be buried deep in her heart. Besides, some words spoken in the heat of passion shouldn't be taken seriously, even if they were drunken ramblings, true but not real. At first, her mind was so rational, so clear, but it was quickly shattered by the renewed surge of desire. Poor people—poor men and women.

Let Liang's teeth grind against hers, let his tongue sweep wildly across her mouth. Let Yi Wen's gaze be fixed on her. Let's finish what's at hand for now, let's start all over again. She cried out inwardly.

Men don't necessarily understand a woman's feelings at this moment. If we simply consider the initial struggle as modesty, that's fine too; even if it's a test, at least it's not entirely wrong. According to the man's thinking, a woman's limpness can be seen as surrender.

Liang bent down and picked her up, wanting to hold a bride. He Lan protested with sobs, still mindful of Yi Wen's presence. Little did she know, at the same time, Yi Wen had become an accomplice. Suddenly standing up, he quickly tidied up the messy bedding on the tatami, making the bed more comfortable...

Moreover, as Liang laid her down, Yi Wen carefully cradled her head, afraid he would accidentally let her fall headfirst, even using his own legs as a pillow for her. He Lan opened her eyes, covering her blushing face with her hands in surprise. Liang sat down beside her…

Thankfully, she was still wrapped in a soft cotton towel-like bathrobe, which allowed her to relax a bit. For now, both she and Liang had this covering. Ironically, Yi Wen, after emerging from the covers, was naked and half-embracing her. She could almost see his drooping member the moment she opened her eyes. But her husband's thick, warm hand on her cheek offered comfort and calmed her considerably.

Liang's hand moved down to her leg, where the bathrobe was open, his palm half on the fabric, half touching her skin. His fingers, like climbing stairs, flicked a few times before leaving the fabric, resting completely on her skin…

She grabbed his hand, preventing him from moving.

"Husband, I have something to say,"

she said.

He Lan was sandwiched between the two, the three of them forming an "I" shape. Yi Wen ignored her, giving her a chance, and instead silenced her with a kiss.

"Auntie, you've said enough already."

"No..."

Being sandwiched like this would be awkward, so seeing her determined to speak, Yi Wen pulled the blanket over her.

This made her feel a little more at ease.

She wanted to talk about Liang, but discussing Liang's marriage and career in this calm state felt rather strange, and she choked.

"How can I say this? It's so weird. Let me get up,"

she pleaded.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Lie down for a while,"

Yi Wen said.

He guessed she was talking about Liang.

At least this wasn't a good time, he thought.

She felt a pair of hands caressing her thighs, reaching her pubic area. She tensed slightly, her legs shifting slightly, afraid Yi Wen would notice, trying to hold it in. Her hands pressed against Yi Wen's hands on her cheeks, her breath almost stopping.

This situation was indeed embarrassing. Yi Wen had always known he would feel awkward, so he would often find an excuse to leave her and Liang's intimate moments. But this time, he seemed particularly enthusiastic, even deliberately creating this atmosphere.

She cursed Yi Wen inwardly. He was well aware of her position under the yukata, her knees and ankles draped over Liang's legs. What would it be like if Liang had one hand hidden under the covers in that position? No matter how she tried to hide it, it was futile. She knew she had

to say what was on her mind sooner or later, and once she did, everything would be over. She didn't dare—or rather, she couldn't bear to use the word "end." In her heart. Of course, if Yi Wen hadn't so hated creating such an awkward situation and had allowed her to pour out her heart, perhaps she would have used the word "end" with a more dignified air.

Liang's hands didn't stay still for more than a few seconds before becoming mischievous, playfully tugging at her pubic hair, pulling and releasing it, tickling her like insects crawling there. Unable to resist, her legs automatically opened... At

first, Yi Wen was quiet, only his left thumb gently stroking her cheek and lips, making her feel incredibly safe. Her held breathing gradually became even, and she could almost ignore Liang's mischief below.

But this didn't last long. Just as she was about to open her legs, Liang's fingertips easily slipped between them. The agonizing sensation immediately hit her, and before she could even call for her husband's help, Yi Wen's right hand also plunged into the blankets, slipping inside her bathrobe's collar... This

had almost never happened before. Even in their previous three-person indulgences, there had never been such an ambiguous prelude. The few times they had been together, it was always a third party who would intrude, because He Lan would feel awkward. Nervous, Yi Wen always deliberately avoided such situations, but now, the prelude he had deliberately set in motion had begun.

Surprisingly, He Lan, actually in the midst of it all, didn't feel much tension or discomfort. She even inwardly laughed at their elaborate scheme, which had actually worked today.

She turned her face away, trying to hide her feverish expression, but annoyingly, she accidentally touched Yi Wen's erect penis, which had become restless and was now burning hot against her.

"How annoying,"

she sighed softly, pulling the blanket over it to cover the little thing… Under

the blanket, Yi Wen gently twisted and rotated her already erect nipple, pressing it with his palm a few times out of curiosity, feeling the elasticity of the tip. A plaything! The word suddenly popped into his mind—it was so cleverly chosen. At this moment, the quiet He Lan truly resembled a cat, becoming an irresistible plaything!

Honestly, he noticed Liang's cautiousness and inwardly chuckled, a mockery of himself in the process. For almost ten years, aside from occasional battles, he'd rarely experienced this warm, heart-fluttering, and irresistible feeling.

It was always like being a thief, grabbing something and running. Everyone in the game felt like a thief; Liang, Helan, and even the instigator himself felt the urge to steal, becoming someone who had to pretend not to notice their every move.

This warmth was what he'd initially imagined and hoped for, Yi Wen thought.

He hoped Helan could feel this way too, and he hoped the brat wouldn't feel so forced, like a duck being forced onto a shelf.

Seeing that no one was as panicked as before, he felt a sense of relief. Perhaps everyone had reached the same level?

Was this the essence of cultivation? He smiled to himself. With the cultivation achieved, everything came effortlessly.

He leaned down and whispered a breath in Helan's ear, causing her to open her dazed eyes...

"Wife, let your husband be noble this once?"

"Hmm?"

Helan was puzzled, glanced at him, then closed her eyes again, ignoring him.

"So being quiet makes you seem noble?"

Helan suddenly opened her eyes, realizing the meaning behind his words, and immediately shook her head vigorously…

"Hehe, like fish on a chopping board, you don't get to pick and choose,"

Yi Wen whispered in her ear.

This was a riddle between them; Liang couldn't understand it, nor did he care to.

The meaning of "noble" between Yi Wen and his wife was something even Liang couldn't decipher, let alone others. Even Helan only suddenly understood after a moment of bewilderment. She instantly felt her face burn even more, then her face flushed, and she glared at him fiercely.

The word "noble" had been a metaphor between them for a long time, long before their trip to Shenzhen. Back then, the idea of "getting involved with" Liang was merely a scheme in Yi Wen's mind; whenever it was mentioned, Helan would scold him for being shameless.

During one of their intimate moments, Yi Wen brought up the old topic again. This time, perhaps because he was in a good mood, he didn't suffer the usual verbal abuse, but simply stammered,

"Are you really that noble?"

To add some context, perhaps the reason He Lan's behavior was different then was because Yi Wen's way of expressing himself had changed, even become more extreme. He actually said he wanted to hold her and let Liang do it with her.

He Lan's shock and shame at that moment are easy to imagine, but because she was still in the afterglow of excitement, and because such wording might have genuinely stimulated her cerebral cortex, the memorable word "noble" slipped from her lips.

Now that the old tune had come out of his mouth again, He Lan instantly understood his implication, and in this situation, she had completely lost her voice.

Yi Wen's actions now seemed completely different from his previous anger. This noble act seemed inevitable. He freed one hand and reached down to her body... making contact with his other hand at a certain spot, and grumbled,

"Girl, which part is this claw from?"

He Lan pursed her lips and twisted, hoping to escape this awkward role of being completely at her mercy, but her already limp body could only twist symbolically a couple of times. Before she could even exert any more strength, her husband had already ripped off the covers, leaving her completely exposed...

Except for the sash of her bathrobe still pitifully wrapped around her waist, her entire body was completely naked.

He Lan closed her eyes, feeling somewhat guilty for not saying what she wanted to say sooner. If she had, perhaps things would have been better. She was still worried about what had caused Yi Wen to become so crazy again.

However, the guy below seemed to be cooperating with her quite well. His restless hands below stimulated her so much that her mind quickly became a jumbled mess, and she felt completely immersed in the stimulation from above and below...

No one had an answer to Yi Wen's change of heart, not even himself. What he had seen in the bathroom earlier had made his heart clench, but in such a short time, his mind had made a complete turn, and he was completely out of control.

Could it be because of He Lan's words? He understood what she meant: she didn't want to delay the brat's marriage and personal life any longer so that she wouldn't feel guilty later. Although she didn't specify whether she meant distancing herself from the three-way relationship or completely stopping the current situation, he was already feeling uneasy about her thoughts.

Was it going to end like this? They were getting closer, which was a little bittersweet; they were also getting further apart, which stirred up some restlessness. They hoped to continue this farcical drama of unusual personalities.

At this moment, he was genuinely tempted to make a quick buck. Seeing Liang caught off guard and stunned by his sudden pulling back of the covers, he mischievously made a gesture: "Does the General need help mounting his horse?"

At times like this, Yi Wen could only lighten his mood with such teasing; in fact, he was the most nervous one.

Strangely, he was focused on Helan's expression, rather than staring at a certain spot as he had previously imagined. And frankly, he had already witnessed that very spot firsthand, or perhaps he was simply more interested in Helan's expression.

From her furrowed brows and pursed lips to her slightly tense face, until finally letting out a long, soft moan, he could almost perfectly sense the unfolding events without even looking.

The feeling at this moment was indescribable, and what was most unexpected was that Yi Wen felt completely calm. He simply and tenderly stroked He Lan's tightly pursed, extremely sensual lips with his thumb, even ignoring Liang's presence. To be honest, he was indeed very careful at this moment, showing genuine tenderness and care, which was one of the reasons why Yi Wen didn't divert her attention to him.

Although her eyes were closed, her eyelids could still be seen trembling in the dim light, clearly trying her best to suppress her outburst. If it weren't for the awkward scene that Yi Wen had carefully designed to win a noble title, she could never have suppressed herself like this.

She felt Liang's extreme explosiveness and extreme rage inside her. She knew that the blood surging at this moment wasn't just hers alone; this scene was crazy, undoubtedly unprecedented.

But she couldn't feel the impact that Yi Wen had thought about day and night, or how this action had affected him. Feeling the pounding of her heart, she tried to calmly open her eyes, searching for Yi Wen's gaze.

She found him calm, at least outwardly so. She even detected a faint hint of concern in his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. This wretched husband—it wasn't what he thought or said. When he described this moment of nobility, it sounded as if he were going crazy, like a pure rogue admiring this moment of debauchery, this sexual luxury.

Indeed, for a woman, to have two beloved men simultaneously cherishing and entwining her was truly a luxury.

"Husband,"

she called softly.

At that moment, he showed a childlike shyness, an expression of naivety that Helan had almost never seen before when they were dating. He was clearly very shy, and at this moment, no one but himself could truly understand this expression.

He merely grinned, gently smoothing the stray hairs that fell across her face, and then made no further moves. If anything, he simply pressed his warm palm against her burning cheek, occasionally letting out a nervous tremor to offer her some comfort…

Liang was equally uneasy. For a while at first, he couldn't control himself, simply letting himself swell and feel the almost bursting sensation, a feeling that was truly indescribable—when it swelled to a certain extreme, he would immediately receive a response of her walls compressing him. Could this be the highest realm of yin and yang union?

That's fine, that's enough, Liang frowned, but dared not move too much, only slightly lifting his hips to let her sense his slight movement…

until a comical interlude occurred, which changed this silent, tai chi battle.

The prelude began like this: as Liang, in his meandering moans, reached out his right hand to grasp her full, white breast, Yi Wen also freed one hand to knead He Lan's chest. Almost simultaneously, the two of them landed on her breasts, one on each side. Both were momentarily stunned. At this moment, Yi Wen licked his dry lips and said, "

You can manage to do both, huh?"

He Lan burst out laughing first. She couldn't hold back any longer and playfully pinched his back hard. She then freed herself, placing her hands on the man lying on top of her, accepting the sensation with pleasure. The tense situation began to melt away...

Yi Wen's mood relaxed along with He Lan's, and his observation became more natural. He watched with interest as He Lan gracefully accepted the situation. It could be said that her occasional slight pursing of her lips, expressing a hint of shyness or even reserve, was just right. Although she was gradually no longer tense because of Yi Wen, he could sense that her occasional glances still concerned about his feelings.

Yi Wen's ease fostered He Lan's relaxation, a change that made her performance in submission completely natural, transforming this thrilling act into a form of lovemaking.

She could even do this—supporting herself on Yi Wen's legs with both hands, straightening her body, and looking down at that spot following Yi Wen's gaze…

This position was obviously more strenuous, but it wasn't her who first stepped down, but Liang. Like a lever, as she rose, Liang was ridiculously pushed down. Perhaps Liang's defeat was also due to psychological pressure, but even so, this shift in power created an even more extravagant scene.

He Lan had quietly and proudly assumed a dominant position.

Yi Wen's previously calm heart was suddenly jolted. He was truly amazed by the young woman's ease and grace. Such fluidity and control wouldn't be possible without genuine engagement. He couldn't help but lightly tap her snow-white buttocks—was it admiration, or a hint of reproach?

She turned her face, flushed, playfully pleading for forgiveness. At this moment, she knew that no matter what she did, the man behind her would give in. She was powerless to resist temptation; all she could hope for was forgiveness.

She silently cried out in her heart,

"Just this once, okay, honey?"

Although Yi Wen couldn't fully understand her thoughts, his encouragement at this moment was unconditional. His hand, resting on her full buttocks, gently squeezed and released, following the rhythm of her movements…

To be fair, what happened next was an accident, or at least not premeditated.

After Helan had secured the advantageous position, and after a brief period of adjustment, she began to writhe and pleasure herself. The impact and pressure her body received quickly brought her to the familiar high point.

At that moment, fearing that she would lose herself at the top too soon, she consciously began to control the rhythm. However, Liang, unable to bear the loneliness, was unwilling to submit and launched an attack from below. In the end, her strength was slightly inferior, and she cried out, panting as she collapsed onto his chest...

As a result, Yi Wen's hand, which had been encouraging her and giving her strength from behind her pink buttocks, inadvertently

slid down and landed between her wet buttocks... At first, he just playfully flicked it twice. The reason he flicked it instead of wiping it is because he was afraid of touching that spot—the point where the two men met. Although the two were like brothers, men still have an innate aversion to each other's genitals. He was afraid of touching it, so he only flicked it twice between her buttocks.

Little did she know that his two almost mischievous movements accurately touched her sensitive spots, and she was startled by the sudden, small stimulation.

Little did she know that Yi Wen's actions were completely unintentional. She scolded him playfully,

"You're so annoying!"

and slapped his arm. Yi Wen was somewhat bewildered, which was understandable, given that his hands were far less sensitive than her delicate, tender anus…

Even so, just after slapping his hand, it suddenly clung to her again, hesitantly guiding her there. This unintentional little movement, this small accident, clearly gave the bewildered woman a taste of something different for the first time.

Yi Wen was surprised and embarrassed, embarrassed because of what had just happened; that area was slippery, because when she was at a disadvantage earlier, the flowing moisture had already soaked it.

It seemed her movements became more cautious, as she was trying to feel the stimulation from Yi Wen. This made Yi Wen feel a little more at ease, his hand able to avoid the terrifying contact with Liang.

When his middle finger slid down to that spot, she froze. His fingertip was pressed against the softest edge of her anus. Before he could react, she slightly shifted her body, and Yi Wen felt a warm, burning sensation envelop his fingertips… The

electric, tingling sensation that instantly spread throughout his body from his fingertips would absolutely thrill any man. That mystery, that moist heat, and that tenderness—the first thought that came to mind was that he couldn't bear to touch it.

It seemed like a cicada's wing, easily torn apart, and this fear made even the thought of withdrawing paralyzed…

To make matters worse, He Lan's hand was tightly gripping his arm, which intensified Yi Wen's reluctance. What a burden this was! Countless images of effortless anal sex from porn flashed through his mind—images that seemed so alluring and tantalizing, but how had reality become like this?

Moreover, something even more inappropriate happened at this moment. The brat below, clearly unprepared for what was to come and Yi Wen's complex psychological changes, resumed his movements after a brief pause of a few dozen seconds.

This activity almost suffocated Yi Wen. He had always been resistant to physical contact, but when the boy started moving, he felt as if his fingers were pressed against his manhood, experiencing a shameful rubbing.

This change brought him back to his predicament. Although he knew there was a membrane between them, the problem was that it was so thin. If he didn't have that concept in his mind and only relied on his senses, it would definitely feel like it was touching his disgusting thing.

He wanted to escape and moved slightly, but He Lan began to sob…

He moved slightly and leaned close to her ear, making it difficult for his hand to reach out. He kissed her neck and earlobe, hoping to reassure her. She tilted her head back to kiss him, her face burning hot, making him quite uneasy.

"Are you alright, little girl?"

He pulled away from her wet tongue and asked her worriedly.

She shyly turned her face away, looking only slightly embarrassed, without a trace of pain.

This put Yi Wen at ease. Thinking about it, he realized he might have been a bit overreacting, or perhaps he simply lacked knowledge. He had survived such an intense process before, let alone just his fingers...

He was a little annoyed. His nervousness was unnecessary, but it couldn't be without reason, could it? Thinking this, He Lan kissed him again.

A strange feeling arose, and He Lan's proactive kiss actually made Yi Wen feel a little good. He felt a warm feeling in his heart, as if, despite the situation, the hearts of husband and wife were very close. He held her head with his other hand, gently stroking her hair.

His lower body slowly thrust in and out, the rhythm even, probably in the adjustment phase...

During a kiss, he paused and whispered,

"Are you okay?"

She leaned in and gently bit his lip.

"Itchy..."

This made Yi Wen dizzy. His worries were completely unnecessary; she simply felt...itchy?

He irritably slapped her head with the hand he was holding, a clear punishment for her playful antics.

She responded with a light bite on his lips, a bit hard enough to leave a mark.

As he felt the pain and pulled away, she seized the opportunity to lean down and kiss him...

Yi Wen felt a tingling sensation; by this time, the discomfort he initially felt from his fingers, which had been locked in a tense standoff, had lessened considerably.

Seeing her like this, he mischievously moved slightly, and suddenly felt a response from within her. This response made the boy below groan involuntarily, like a wolf howling…

like a pupa wrapped in a thick cocoon, confined for thousands of years, finally breaking through layers of resistance and emerging from the cocoon—their thoughts.

The woman in the middle was no longer just a simple woman; she had become the axis uniting the two male forces.

Helan was no longer simple; she had released herself, something she had never understood before. When men were confused, when they were drunk, they would always ramble on about this situation, that kind of infatuation that she could never comprehend, never understand. Now, she finally understood a little.

This had become a ritual, at least for the three of them, it was entirely symbolic. They didn't engage in the frenzied, dazzling actions shown to the audience in pornographic films, but instead became completely silent, without movement or sound.

From a commercial performance perspective, what followed was undoubtedly a bewildering frenzy, culminating in complete release.

But to be fair, at this point in the process, no one's mind was as sordid as imagined. It was clearly a scene of debauchery, but no one felt it was a dirty game. Almost simultaneously, a heavy word surged in their hearts and minds:

commitment.

This certainly didn't mean the three of them stopped their activities to discuss this abstract word.

But soon after, when they awkwardly spoke of this earth-shattering act, the meaning they expressed, whether it was Liang, Yi Wen, or He Lan, all felt a certain sacredness about it.

Their inner thoughts, condensed into words, were commitment; what they were really thinking was,

"Damn, from now on, I'll be entangled with these two stinky men for life and death."

That was what He Lan was thinking at the time.

Liang seemed to have expressed a similar sentiment.

Yi Wen, after tacitly agreeing with the above two's statements, remained silent for a while before suddenly speaking sarcastically.

"So what if you're a rogue? Why make excuses, and make them sound so noble?"

"Pah! You have the nerve to say that?"

Helan immediately retorted.

Yiwen was speechless.

It seemed he was too embarrassed to reveal the story behind those two words to the brat. But

that's a story for later.

At the time, things certainly weren't as relaxed as described above.

There was indeed a moment of silence, but it was actually psychological discomfort; everyone was just tense.

However, the idea that the two men had such noble thoughts did seem plausible.

Because, during the brief period of calm after Yiwen's intrusion from behind, they both silently and almost reverently reached out to caress Helan's entire body with tender affection—an expression that no male animal in the throes of frenzied intercourse could achieve.

Once she got used to it and recovered, weighing herself became easier, although she still went through several bouts of madness…

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He Lan abandoned them, covering herself and fleeing to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.

Around midnight, the three left the hotel.

Yi Wen and Liang originally wanted to stay there and not go back, but they couldn't persuade He Lan to go home, so they had to respect her wishes.

As they left the room, Liang was a little reluctant.

"What a pity."

Yi Wen had almost knocked him down onto the Japanese tatami mat with a hook punch.

"Girl, listen to this heartless man, he's complaining about the few dollars he spent,"

Yi Wen said.

He Lan smiled and went out on her own, ignoring them, her face flushed and her complexion excellent.

On the way back, Liang drove again, He Lan sat in the passenger seat, and Yi Wen lay down in the back. She could even hear him snoring on the way. She and Liang remained silent the entire way.

When they got home, Yi Wen woke up and dutifully splashed cold water on his face in the bathroom before obediently returning to the living room.

He saw Liang still foolishly preparing to turn on the TV, which he snatched away.

"What time is it? Listen to your boss's instructions first, then go to sleep."

Normally, if he were to talk like this, He Lan would scold him, but this time she didn't. She sat there alone, lost in thought, seemingly preoccupied.

"Hey, hey, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and turn off the lights and go to sleep."

She angrily threw a cushion at him, hitting him.

"Sleep, sleep, you slept on the way here, still not awake?"

He chuckled, shifting his anger towards Liang.

"I'm fine, but him, he's had enough, now he's acting like a panda."

"Stop rambling, honey, let's get down to business."

"What business? I've been waiting for you for ages."

"Well, it's just..."

She glanced at Liang.

"So, when are we going to kick this tenant who doesn't pay rent out?"

Yi Wen was prepared. After all, they'd been married for many years. As soon as He Lan popped up at the hotel, he started to understand. Liang, on the other hand, was a little surprised, and his initially confused expression immediately brightened.

Yi Wen was actually a little embarrassed and chuckled.

"It's up to you, wife. You can kick him out however you want. If he refuses to leave, we'll call the police."

"Crazy,"

He Lan cursed, her face turning pale. She wished Yi Wen would say part of what she wanted to say. She started cursing Yi Wen in her heart. He actually knew exactly what she was thinking, but he was just laughing and joking and unwilling to say it.

"If this drags on any longer... actually, that doctor is really quite good. If this continues, I'm really going to sweep you out the door."
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He Lan tried to keep her tone relaxed, glancing at Liang. He had a slight smile on his lips, but to her it looked rather awkward. She felt a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but harden her heart and continue.

"Yeah, you brat, what are your plans?"

Yi Wen finally asked in a strained voice.

"What plans? Why don't you two decide and marry me off to someone else?"

Liang grinned mischievously.

"Pah, so pathetic."

He Lan spat at him, but when she heard him mention marrying off, she couldn't help but laugh. Yi Wen chuckled and clapped his hands in approval.

"Not bad, you should be living under someone else's roof to keep them in check. How about we settle it?"

He Lan angrily went to look for a cushion to throw at him, but she had already used up all the cushions, so she had to give up.

"Can't you be serious for once and stop interrupting me?"

Suddenly, she remembered something, walked behind the entryway, picked up her handbag, and returned to the sofa.

She opened the bag, feigning mystery.

"Let me show you some good stuff."

Her feigned ease was truly an act; after all, it was an extraordinary night. Helan felt her voice sounded strange, which was actually quite normal. People don't live in a vacuum; no matter what they've experienced, they can't dwell on it forever. Life goes on.

Tonight, she had originally planned to take advantage of this rare gathering to urge Liang to treat his affair seriously. Relationships between men and women couldn't withstand his half-hearted approach.

She wasn't an 18-year-old girl; even if she liked a man, she wouldn't be so infatuated as to insist on marrying him. She didn't want Liang to waste this opportunity. There was plenty of time; if she missed it and regretted it later, any resentment would fall on Yi Wen, and especially on herself—that would be a terrible feeling.

But tonight's events had left her mind a mess. Thinking it over, since she already knew the young boss was the doctor's younger brother, pretending ignorance now would only make things more complicated later. It was better to use this opportunity to steer the conversation to the main point. That

's what she thought as she went to get her bag.

Neither of them found anything strange about Helan. After all, Helan usually seemed like a dignified and virtuous woman, but... the contrast with her manic state was too great. Heh, well, men and women are the same; women can also be unrecognizable after a fight.

Heh, I wonder if the two men thought the same way, at least that's what I thought at the moment.

She proudly took out the treasures from her bag and carefully laid them out on the coffee table.

Several small cloth bags were easily pulled out of the bag, and she took out items related to the young boss and handed them to Yi Wen.

"Remember this jade?"

The color seemed familiar. Yi Wen picked it up and examined it, but couldn't immediately recall its origin.

"I bought this when I went to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain that year, forgot?"

"Oh, you've arranged it like this? The craftsmanship is quite good."

"Do you know who made it?"

She adopted a mysterious air.

"It's a newly finished piece. You haven't been out, so it must be a local."

Yi Wen finished and went to examine the others.

"It's...it's his future brother-in-law's work."

"Nonsense."

Yi Wen exclaimed in surprise, almost dropping the white jade mandarin duck in his hand.

"That's ridiculous."

Yi Wen fiddled with the object in his hand.

"Is that so?"

he asked Liang.

Liang was also completely baffled, and didn't seem to be pretending.

She took back the polished yellow jade pendant, smiling.

"I'm just guessing, but it's probably pretty close."

Now, both of their curiosity was piqued. Liang pretended to be serious for a while, but Yi Wen couldn't help asking a lot of questions. It took more than half an hour for He Lan to recount everything from selling jade pieces to processing jade pendants and even the small boss's heroic act.

Of course, all those ambiguous details that were still elusive, or at most in their nascent stages, were omitted.

"That sounds pretty exciting, if the story weren't so bizarre."

As Yi Wen spoke, he suddenly yawned. By then, everyone had noticed that it was already quite late.

Helan felt somewhat embarrassed. She had originally intended to bring up the topic to urge Liang to take his relationship with the doctor more seriously and speed things up, hoping it would also convey her apology and unease towards Yi Wen.

More importantly, she wanted to stop Liang from dragging things out in such a muddled way. However,

she realized she had brought it up at the wrong time, so she just rambled on for a few minutes before they went their separate ways to rest.

Things didn't improve until a week later. Of course, it seemed only Helan could bring it up herself to clarify things, because during the day, the two men were busy with important matters and couldn't afford to think about such things; after all, they both had their own things to do.

Actually, this often happened when they were together over the years; it was probably just human nature. After a long separation, everyone was initially quite passionate, but after a while, they would inevitably enter a period of fatigue. After all, they were middle-aged, and no longer machines.

They slept and ate together like a family, coming and going as they pleased. Aside from the occasional playful banter, there were few days of peace and quiet.

The overall market downturn meant that Liang's initiative was destined to fizzle out. Initially, the two were still hopeful, watching financial news on TV after meals, but the more they watched, the less confident they became, completely disheartened by the sea of green stock numbers.

They gritted their teeth and sent everything back to the bank, essentially getting a sum of money for nothing, only to pay a hefty interest and handling fees. The only winners, of course, were the few people who actually handled the matter; they had already pocketed their kickbacks, and it was impossible for them to pay them back. Liang called it a double loss, and Yi Wen comforted him with a forgiving tone, his words tinged with self-deprecation.

"What wife? It's more appropriate for me to say you lost everything," Yi

Wen said, silencing Liang.

Things were a bit delicate. This constant coming and going—whether it was because of what happened at the hotel that night or the aforementioned weariness—the relationship had somehow become as pure and tranquil as it had been in college.

When they came back for dinner and washing dishes, the two men would occasionally help out. Afterwards, they'd watch TV, have tea, and go to bed at a leisurely pace. To be fair, there was no intimacy in bed. And I'm not exaggerating when I say this; there really wasn't anything fishy going on between the two of them. It was as if Liang hadn't come over at all—just sleeping together.

Liang's sister had mentioned several times that he should tidy up his place. He couldn't just stay at Yiwen's place forever. Liang also had a house south of the city, which was completely unfurnished, and another house in the old district, which he hadn't even visited. It was probably uninhabitable for the time being.

"Why bother with it? Even if you get impatient and kick me out, I won't go. I'll just run away from home,"

he said shamelessly.

He Lan had been preoccupied with something for a long time, but never found a proper opportunity to talk about it. It was only later, by chance, that Yi Wen brought it up seriously.

The days continued in this lukewarm manner for many days. Unable to withstand the pressure from various sides, Liang finally unveiled his relationship with the beautiful doctor, and they began to meet regularly. Each time he went out, he would go from being hesitant and awkward to naturally letting out a soft "I'm going out," and then disappear in a flash. It

was very regular, but perhaps because he was middle-aged and no longer in the bloom of youth, he always went out early and returned early.

Not only him, but Yi Wen also got used to this situation. When he went out and came back, Yi Wen would usually just nod casually while watching TV. "Back already?" At most, she'd say, "So early again?"

and then continue watching TV.

He Lan was frustrated, but she couldn't show any other emotions. This situation should be a satisfactory ending, and gradually, she began to adapt. Often, after dinner, if he didn't go out, she would feel strange, "Huh? Why isn't he going out yet?"

It's pitiful, really. Despite being a beautiful woman, this job means that most of the time they can meet is at night. Apart from working two night shifts a week, plus going to work early and returning early, the time they actually spend together is really not much.

Helan had called Xiaoya several times, initially intentionally hoping to hear something from her, but this old fogey seemed to be deliberately holding back, never mentioning the beautiful doctor at her hospital, which made Helan uneasy. Even if they weren't in the same department, they should still see each other a few times, right? She already knew Xiaoya and Liang were acquaintances; surely she wouldn't just hide and not even greet them when they met?

Xiaoya, of course, was doing it on purpose. Finally seeing that Liang could finally let go of Helan's thoughts, she was quite happy, even though she had been foolish with them recently, she was still worried for them deep down.

Sexual desire between men and women is never something that can be simply summoned and dismissed at will. Throughout history, countless people have lost their composure because of it; she didn't believe these guys were any different, invulnerable.

After all, she always considered herself Helan's older sister, and now that things were a little better, how could she dare to bring up those sordid matters again?

Finally, one day, Helan said casually on the phone,

"That stinky Liang is completely obsessed with that girl in your hospital, he's so distracted."

"That's good, it's not like she's his home, why should he be glued to her all the time? Think about it?"

"Get lost, you're so indecent."

"Tch, are you trying to say you're serious?"

Xiaoya mocked on the phone.

"Seriously, you little brat, didn't you say you wanted to go back to school and be the leader of the kids? I think that's great, you've been doing this for three or four years already, who knows what you'll become if you keep going like this, have you contacted the school? Do you think you can go back?"

"I did, but Yiwen wasn't very supportive, and I'm a little hesitant myself."

Helan said.

"You have plenty of reasons, I guess that's all you'll ever be. If your husband finds a mistress and dumps you, let's see what you'll do then."

"What are you doing? Cursing me? Are you jealous of me?"

Helan said coquettishly into the phone.

"Red, red to the point of being purple."

Xiaoya mocked.

"Yeah, I guessed so. I'd better be careful. I'm not worried about your mistress, but my husband is afraid of seductive old mistresses like you. They're the easiest to fall for, haha."

Helan said with a grin.

"You're shameless. I'm not talking to you anymore."

Xiaoya was about to hang up when she said,

"If anything happens at the hospital, wouldn't I tell you? Don't pretend to come here to pry into my life anymore."

"You're crazy. Pry?"

Helan said awkwardly, hearing that the other party had hung up and the phone was silent.

It was a bit boring. Helan felt that although she was used to bickering with Xiaoya like this, in the current situation, her words were really boring. To put it bluntly, Liang was about to find a new life, and the past would become the past. She was still so obsessed with him, wanting to understand the reason for everything. She deserved to be ridiculed.

Xiaoya had mentioned going back to school earlier, and she had indeed thought about it, but the school hoped that she could also serve as the homeroom teacher for the graduating class if she went back. Upon hearing this, He Lan was immediately met with a bucket of cold water.

"The high school entrance exam is so stressful now, it's even more intense than the college entrance exam! You've been drifting along for three years, you can imagine the pressure on your homeroom teacher. Can you handle it? Don't come back in a daze, and I'll have to teach you everything. Besides, our son is about to take the high school entrance exam too. You should focus more on him. If you slack off now, you'll regret it later."

Despite the exaggeration, He Lan was still a little frightened by this. Then, Yi Wen immediately used a combination of soft and hard tactics.

"Besides, do you think you're still capable of such a noble profession as a teacher? Think about it carefully, you've even... done that, do you... do you even deserve to be a gardener?"

Yi Wen teased her with a grin.

He Lan was so angry she almost threw her cup of tea at him.

"You foul mouth, you foul mouth! Isn't everything you've stirred up? Have you become some kind of saintly outsider now?"

"No, I just meant we should put this idea aside for now. Hey, didn't you sponsor that school and kids in the Northwest? You're contributing too, why do you have to do it yourself?"

After being lectured like this, Helan gave up the idea.

At noon, Yiwen came back, and Helan told him about Xiaoya urging him to go back to school. Yiwen frowned. Why bring this up again? Looks like he's really bored.

He muttered as he took off his shirt.

"Like I said, let's take care of the next generation first, okay? Qiangqiang should be brought home to live with us too. He's such a big kid, we need to keep an eye on him."

"If you're really bored, playing mahjong with the old ladies in the neighborhood wouldn't be bad, haha."

"Get lost! What have I become?"

Helan laid out the two dishes she had prepared. Simple for two people, two dishes and a soup.

"Anyway, my opinion is that we shouldn't get involved at the school. At least we can give them a job opportunity. Hey, by the way, that brat's been pretty regular lately, always coming and going. He hasn't been coming home for lunch either. Is he cooking for that doctor? Or maybe he's in the operating room handing out forceps or scissors or something?"

"Nonsense!"

He Lan scolded.

"Oh, so that's why you've been bringing this up so much lately. So it's because... you've been neglected lately? Hehe, looks like... hehe, you're really something."

"Something about what?"

He Lan was a little confused, and her chopsticks stopped moving.

"Are you getting a little carried away with that kind of thing between men and women? Now that that brat's got no luck, you're getting horny, huh?"

Yi Wen asked, staring at her with a lewd grin.

"You're being silly, I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Hehe, what's the big deal? Who are we? We're seasoned veterans, battle-hardened and battle-tested. That little guy selling stones last time, he only got halfway through his story and then nothing came of it? Didn't he say he was our relative?" "You

haven't touched a drop of alcohol, yet you're talking to a drunkard like that."

Helan threw down her bowl, full and not eating anymore.

"Alright, husband, you're going to wash the dishes at noon for talking nonsense."

Helan pouted, too lazy to pay him any more attention.

Helan and Yiwen both knew the details of what happened between He and Liang, yet their hearts were still entangled. The current situation should be the best opportunity to put an end to it, but they always felt a restless urge to let go.

Not to mention Helan, even Yiwen felt the same way. It was like an addict trying to quit drugs; he knew the drugs were toxic, but he still thought about them intentionally or unintentionally at any time. Although there were several times over the years when the entanglement had reached the point of being heartbroken, it was definitely a heart-wrenching experience.

But the pain would quickly fade, and he'd forget the agony, anticipating the next, even more intense experience. That tingling, itchy, almost unbearable sensation always left him wanting more. This time, Liang finally held the doctor's hand, and a sense of loss crept in; perhaps this opportunity to experience such irresistible pleasure was coming to an end.

To be honest, this sense of loss was even greater for Helan, the woman he had given his heart to and fallen deeply in love with. For her, besides loss, there was a helpless bitterness, partly due to physical desire.

But if it were only that, it would be much easier to bear. The most unbearable thing was that the image of Liang constantly flashed through her mind, gradually causing her pain. This pain intensified with the increasing frequency of Liang's dates with the doctor. What was even more unbearable was that she couldn't confide in anyone about this pain.

She knew that for a man, meeting someone like Yi Wen was already a miracle, but it was absolutely inconceivable that someone could truly accept the person next to them having feelings for someone else. So, she was in pain, in pain day after day. She even began to regret not being able to reject the rash tricks of two young men a few years ago.

Before early autumn arrived, school reopened. Finally, He Lan was scared off by Yi Wen and abandoned the idea of returning to work. The school leaders all felt sorry for her, after all, an experienced teacher like He Lan was far superior to those girls and greenhorns who had just graduated from teachers' college.

The leaders' high regard for her made Helan feel deeply indebted. An ordinary teacher, after years of wandering around outside, would likely have had their position taken by those with connections. The school's continued attitude was a comfort to Helan.

Feeling she couldn't repay them, she drove around for several weekends after the start of the semester, delivering imported seasonal fruits and other gifts to each of the leaders as a token of gratitude and apology for breaking her promises. This gesture drew a good-natured taunt from Yi Wen.

"They give gifts to curry favor, what's this?"

Knowing there was a hidden corner of her heart that she couldn't bear to be seen in, Helan felt a pang of guilt. She was surprisingly tolerant of Yi Wen's slightly excessive jokes, offering a gentle smile.

"Mind your own business. This is nothing like your despicable business tactics."

Heh, that's right, that's right, ours is so dirty.

Pah, hypocritical, is that really what you think?

Heh, what else could I think?

Days passed by, one after another. Little did they know, this summer the earth would prove so fragile. This tiny planet would simultaneously plunge into darkness, beyond any hope of recovery. Liang never imagined that the confident promises he made upon returning from Shenzhen would vanish like a bubble. His dream of making a fortune in the financial markets shattered with the collapse of those globally renowned financial giants.

Fortunately, he hadn't recklessly plunged in. Despite some losses, he had managed to return to shore. As autumn passed and winter arrived, Yi Wen and Liang sat at the coffee table, turning the calendar to early summer of that year. Recalling that incredibly foolish idea that had almost led to their downfall, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"So what? At worst, we'll just have to go back to Shenzhen and beg for food again,"

Liang said stubbornly, holding a glass of beer.

Yi Wen squinted.

"Silly boy, do you think everything can be undone? Even if it could, do you think some things can be undone?"

As he spoke, Yi Wen glanced at He Lan, who was busy setting the stew pot on the table. She pretended not to hear what Yi Wen said, but if you paid close attention, you'd notice her brows furrow for a moment, but quickly relaxed again.

To her, the only benefit of this global financial crisis was that it made these two men cower and dare not make any rash moves this winter. But sooner or later, men like them wouldn't be content to cower like this.

"Alright, how many times have I told you? You should drag your partners out of the mountains. I can't always be the cook for you two stinky men."

He Lan took off her apron and sat down, saying aggrievedly.

"Fine, come on, you two stinky men, toast your beautiful cook first."

Liang said, pouring a glass of beer.

The full glass startled He Lan, who quickly pushed the bottle away. "No, it's cold."

He Lan had seen Liang twice. The first time was by chance. That day, on a whim, He Lan dragged Yi Wen to walk to the city center square after dinner. It was the place where Xiao Ya used to dance with the elderly. When they arrived, it was still early, so she took Yi Wen's arm and walked around the square.

Later, when Yi Wen got tired and found a place to sit, she continued walking alone until it got dark. A group of middle-aged and elderly dancers gradually gathered around the marble dance floor in the center of the square. She was too embarrassed to go over the dance floor railing, so she just leaned on the railing to watch.

Elegant dance music began to play, and she imagined Xiao Ya dancing gracefully in the crowd. She smiled and even called Xiao Ya, teasing her that she had come to the square specifically to support her, but it turned out to be a wasted trip.

The two inevitably chatted and laughed on the phone for a while. After hanging up, they felt refreshed. Such leisurely and elegant days were quite nice, especially watching the elderly couples dancing gracefully on the dance floor. They couldn't help but share this with Yi Wen. Looking around, they spotted Liang sitting next to Yi Wen not far away, and standing beside him was that

woman—the doctor!

She was wearing a plain dress; from a distance, the exact color was indistinguishable, but it looked very elegant. Her fingers were interlaced, fingertips resting on her chin, her expression graceful as she listened intently to their conversation.

For a moment, He Lan froze, stunned, her feet stopping in her tracks. For the past two months, since Liang's movements had become more regular, she had maintained a rather distant relationship with him. Initially, he would still try to linger briefly when the opportunity arose, but He Lan tried to avoid giving him such chances.

Especially after not going home one night, Helan deliberately kept her distance. When it was just the two of them, their conversations were so intimate that outsiders would hardly notice anything between them. Of course, when Yi Wen and the other two were present, they were still as carefree as ever, but it felt a bit like acting. It

truly felt like a play. Helan herself knew the turmoil she felt during this time. But from the moment she started reminding herself to restrain herself, she had constantly warned herself, even though maintaining this level of restraint was already difficult.

She knew that the crazy game was destined to be a thing of the past, but every inch of distance felt incredibly difficult. Dozens of days had passed, and she almost began to laugh at her own initial underestimation of her self-control. She had clearly managed to distance herself from him.

But the moment she saw him, her heart still ached. They had already seen her. She composed herself and had no choice but to walk towards them.

I've almost forgotten what we talked about, but it was pretty simple. Since we'd met before, there was no need for introductions. We probably just exchanged a few words, and then Yi Wen made an excuse to go home early, rescuing the embarrassed He Lan.

Women's psychology is strange; Yi Wen held her hand all the way home, making her feel warm and cozy, like the temperature on a summer night.

The second time was a few days later, when Liang formally invited Yi Wen and He Lan to dinner on behalf of the two of them.

Having prepared herself mentally, He Lan was much better off than this unexpected encounter. She even talked a lot with Han Yi—the beautiful doctor—mostly about children's education. She shared many of her experiences studying abroad, making He Lan realize that the domestic education system indeed had many flaws.

The two men were somewhat surprised by the sudden connection between the two women and simply became attentive listeners.

Later, Han Yi mentioned seeing He Lan once in a jade shop, but wasn't sure at the time. He Lan suddenly blushed.

"No way, you must have spoken to the boss. Otherwise, how could you do business like that? Giving a refund to a customer after the transaction is complete?"

Han Yi was quite surprised to hear this, repeatedly saying no, she knew nothing about it. She only said that she had mentioned to the boss that He Lan seemed to be a friend of Liang, whom she had been in contact with recently.

"Really, no."

Han Yi's cheeks even flushed slightly.

"It's okay, whether you did or not, the important thing is that my wife saved a lot of money because of this. Hey, is that boss really your brother? He even rescued you later, did he tell you?"

"Oh, no?"

Han Yi's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze innocent and pure. He Lan instantly fell for this beautiful woman who made her feel so awkward.

He Lan noticed out of the corner of her eye that Liang was staring intently at her, but she ignored him, her gaze never shifting.

Later, Yi Wen rambled on about what had happened. He didn't really know the details, and as he spoke, he kept asking He Lan questions. Poor He Lan, dragged into the matter, felt like she'd done something shameful. Her mind became confused, and her account became fragmented and incoherent. It turned out that Liang had invited Yi Wen and his wife to dinner, supposedly on Han Yi's behalf, but they'd splurge on two meals that day.

Lunch was at a hotel, a more formal affair. Liang, true to his extravagant ways, booked the largest private room. He Lan had initially thought there would be others, perhaps even asking her to bring Xiao Ya along. But when she arrived at the table and saw the situation, she knew the answer. No way! It was practically a shout-out; there were only four people.

To be honest, Helan also liked Hanyi. She liked her quietness, intelligence, and the fact that she didn't talk much, but her eyebrows were particularly sharp.

Yi Wen was smoking, and he naturally turned the ashtray away. He was sitting at the right angle to the air conditioner, and after a slight pause, he whispered in both ears, asking Liang to call the waiter to adjust the air conditioner. This time, it was truly a face-to-face, three-dimensional observation. Helan even felt a little ashamed.

She looked too young, not just a few years younger than herself, but she felt like a generation apart.

Women will be women after all. While Liang and Yi Wen were still feeling awkward, the two of them were already whispering to each other. Yi Wen, in particular, had a bit of an affected air about him. He wasn't a heavy smoker to begin with,

but soon he had his third cigarette in his hand. In the end, the three men and women, each with their own ulterior motives, felt a chill under Hanyi's clear, watery gaze. It wasn't until the food and drinks arrived and the two men started chatting and laughing that they became a little more relaxed.

Gradually, the atmosphere eased a bit. Han Yi, after all, was a returned student from the US and not a bookworm. She quickly and subtly lightened the mood at the table. Although the two ladies were drinking juice, she even encouraged He Lan to down a few glasses of ice-cold beer.

A blush rose, and He Lan relaxed, her rosy cheeks puffed out as she looked at Han Yi.

"If he bullies you in the future, just tell him,"

she said, pointing at Liang and Yi Wen one after the other.

"If that doesn't work, just tell me. If you can't handle him, all those years of washing his smelly clothes and socks have been for nothing."

Han Yi smiled, pursing her lips.

"Thank you, Sister Lan and Brother Wen, for taking care of him all these years. Otherwise, he'd still be wandering somewhere."

"Shut up,"

Liang said, frowning, trying to show off.

"What kind of attitude is that?!"

He Lan immediately rushed over; it seemed a few glasses of beer had gotten to her.

Yi Wen stared blankly at her, his hands empty, then reached for the cigarettes on the table…

That evening, it was He Lan who suggested that the four of them drive to a popular farmhouse vegetable garden in the suburbs. With the early autumn evening breeze and freshly picked vegetables, Han Yi, no slouch either, was truly familiar with the place and dropped her demure facade. The four of them started shouting and cheering, practically drinking the potent farmhouse liquor like it was a beverage.

However, women are women after all; even though they were quite drunk, they still maintained some restraint, unlike the two men. On the way home, He Lan wouldn't let the two drive. They sat on the bamboo steps for a while, then Liang rushed to the kitchen, found the owner, and hired a young man to drive them home.

Yi Wen got into the passenger seat, and the two women, now excited, wanted to sit by the window. It's understandable; after living in the concrete jungle of the city for so long, the aroma of the countryside was a unique pleasure.

However, this resulted in the burly young man having two women on either side of him. After serving the two ladies in the back seat of Yi Wen's Audi, there wasn't much space left for the burly young man, so he had to squeeze in like this.

Perhaps the young man and Han Yi still maintained a relatively pure relationship, because the young man didn't obviously lean his body towards her; he just leaned forward with his large frame, resting between the backs of the front seats, making it a little more comfortable for the two ladies in the back.

Back home, as the lady of the house, putting aside her chest tightness and discomfort, she quickly went to the kitchen to prepare tea. Normally, He Lan might not have been able to hold on and would have slumped onto the sofa, but this was Han Yi's first time at her home, so she didn't dare to be too casual. Han Yi, on the other hand, perked up, looking up with surprise the whole way. She followed into the kitchen, wanting to help He Lan, but He Lan wouldn't let her. She herself looked around.

"Silly girl, what are you daydreaming about?"

He Lan returned after serving the two men, holding the tea for her, and saw that she was still in a daze.

Han Yi smiled shyly.

"It's so nice."

What's so nice?

"It feels so good to be at home. I loved being in the kitchen since I was little, helping my grandma and mom pick green beans."

He Lan was suddenly touched, and for this woman in front of her, she was reminded of a similar experience.

"Silly girl, you've really gone silly from studying. If you like it, hurry up and get that guy to build you a big kitchen. You can hide in there every day, surrounded by cooking fumes."

"Mmm, mmm, okay."

She nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

This is really something, He Lan thought to herself. Looking at this simple, water-like woman, waves of tenderness welled up inside her, and she almost dared not be in this small kitchen with her.

He Lan asked Han Yi to visit Liang's room.

"Go see his slum. You'd better think it over carefully. After you see it, you'll know what kind of lazybones he is. When we were in college, female classmates were often fooled by appearances on their first visit. A girl's first visit usually involved a thorough cleaning."

After looking around, Han Yi praised,

"Not bad, clean and tidy."

"What?"

Liang pushed her.

"They...they just dumped me in their nanny's room. But at least they have basic manners; they won't change their ways no matter where they go,"

Han Yi said with a grin.

After two rounds of tea, Liang got up to take Han Yi home. Han Yi leaned against him, looking every bit the little bird, and turned to He Lan.

"Sister Lan, thank you."

In front of her, He Lan could only act as an older sister. She took Han Yi's hand and they walked out together.

"You should be thanking me. If it weren't for you, this miser would only be eating leftovers in our kitchen. We wouldn't have such a feast today. Come over on weekends and days off, and let them treat you to a big meal. Or, you can work in the kitchen yourself." "

Mmm, okay."

Han Yi's innocence almost didn't match her actual age, but it came out of her mouth as naturally as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Yi Wen was about to give Liang the car keys, but He Lan stopped him.

"What are you doing? Can he still drive? Take a taxi from the door, or drop him off on the 11th. It'll help him sober up."

Liang tried to grab the keys, but Han Yi pulled him away, giggling as she dragged him off.

"Goodbye, Sister Lan, Brother Wen."

After closing the door and returning to the sofa, He Lan felt exhausted. She half-asleep, propping her head up on the sofa. Yi Wen quieted down, drinking cup after cup of tea. He seemed to have had enough, his mouth dry.

"Husband,"

she suddenly called out, opening her eyes.

"Hmm?"

Yi Wen looked up. What was wrong?

"I think... I want to call Aunt Mei back."

Aunt

Mei was a distant relative of He Lan's family. When He Lan had just given birth to her son, her mother was also unwell, so they asked Aunt Mei to take care of her. Aunt Mei stayed for five years until her own daughter-in-law gave birth, at which point her son took her back to care for the family.

He Lan had been raised by Aunt Mei as if she were his own daughter for many years, and He Lan's feelings for her were like those of a real aunt. A while ago, when He Lan called Aunt Mei, she sensed that her son and daughter-in-law weren't treating her very well. In the countryside, they were probably too busy to care for the elderly. He Lan almost burst into tears and immediately asked Aunt Mei to come over. Aunt Mei sighed softly, "No rush, no rush. I'm definitely coming to get Qiangzi. No rush, let's wait a bit."

Yi Wen understood. Once Aunt Mei came, wouldn't that mean the brat would have to make room?

He stared at her for a long time, until He Lan frowned and closed her eyes. A pang of heartache shot through him.

He moved closer to Helan on the sofa, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Okay, let's ask Aunt Mei to come back. We'll find some time to drive and pick her up..." Helan leaned in, her forehead close to his, a grateful smile on her face. Finally, Helan pushed him away, saying she wanted to take a bath in the tub. He watched her figure disappear down the stairs, then brewed himself a strong pot of oolong tea. He understood what Helan had just said, and a bittersweet feeling welled up inside him. Her distress made Yi Wen feel guilty. From initially treating it as a game, to later, everyone, including himself, had become deeply involved, as if Liang himself were an integral part of the family, a loving and devoted member of the household. Ethically speaking, it was both absurd and terrifying, but it had all come so real, so intimately, almost ten years ago. If blood is thicker than water, then based on his understanding of Helan, the intensity of her affection was far beyond anything he could have imagined. That's why he felt a pang of sadness and guilt. If only none of this had happened. He felt a pang of disgust at his own sordid instigation of the whole affair, which began with a man's mere curiosity and escalated into a whirlwind of events… He Lan's earlier words stemmed from her kind nature. If Han Yi hadn't appeared, perhaps she would have continued clinging to this dream, living a dreamlike existence, even if she felt guilty. Perhaps she would have preferred to sacrifice more for herself and her family, clinging to this dream. If that were the case, Yi Wen would naturally have spoiled her rotten, even for a lifetime. But now everything was different. Perhaps it was always meant to be this way. Hadn't He Lan always been urging the brat to reach this point? It was just that today's arrival meant facing this painful reality. He Lan's heavy thoughts today were simply a reflection of her true nature. She could no longer continue to act against her conscience and hurt a pure girl like Han Yi. She had always been that kind of person, only recently misled by two men. He suddenly worried about He Lan upstairs; the freshly brewed oolong tea hadn't even been tasted yet—what a pity. "You've been in the bathroom for so long, why are you still there?" He pushed open the door. The air conditioning hadn't let in any air conditioning; it was hot and stuffy inside. She was indeed completely immersed in the large, round bathtub. Seeing him come in, she shifted slightly and covered her face with a towel. He walked over. "How long has it been since you used this bathtub? What a waste of money, haha, want some rose petals?" he teased. She still didn't react, her face turned away. He removed the towel from her face; her eyes were red… Yi Wen felt a pang in his heart. Silly woman… He wrung out the towel and wiped her wet face. "Is it really necessary, you silly girl…" she grinned, a particularly ugly smile. "What are you doing? You got shampoo in your hair." He turned her chin, staring at her. "Keep making things up, keep making things up." He Lan couldn't escape. "I'm sorry, honey... I just feel a little strange..." "I know, you're not a three-year-old. It'll pass quickly. Once—well, Aunt Mei comes, you won't have time to worry about anything. By the way, Aunt Mei isn't young anymore. We're not really dragging an old lady here to be a maid , you know..." "You don't need to say that... But she should still be able to keep an eye on things at home, right? Do you expect her to be as organized as she was a few years ago? Actually, Aunt Mei has been busy for our family for half her life." "That's right, we still have a young woman in our family. How can the old one do all the work while the young one is idle?" he joked. "Honey—I really want to go back to school," she said. "Alright, alright, as long as this pockmarked face brightens up, whatever you want." He pinched her cheek, showing her affection. " Ugh, go away." She forced a smile and scolded him coquettishly. "Alright, get up now. Look how wrinkled you look from being soaked in the water." Yi Wen stood up to help her up, but she refused. "No, go out first..." "Tch... Don't you even know your own worth? Shy already?" He chuckled, but still turned and left... After all, men and women are different. Although Yi Wen could guess He Lan's thoughts, he still occasionally joked and teased her in a carefree manner. He Lan only responded reluctantly, having no real interest in responding. Coming out of the bathroom, the TV was on loudly, but Yi Wen was already fast asleep, leaning against the pillows. Feeling uneasy, she felt something was wrong. Was something not properly arranged downstairs? Was the gas left on? Was the front door unlocked? Unable to figure it out, seeing Yi Wen start snoring, she went downstairs. The gas was off, and the door was locked tight. Standing in the living room, she felt lost. She went into the small bedroom next door, which had been tidied up that morning and was neatly organized. Beside the cabinet was a shiny suitcase, the kind with wheels. He had been living here for over a month with this, but no matter how late it was, he would always come back to sleep here. Back here? She hated thinking about it, but perhaps today was an exception. She opened the closet; one side was empty, while the other contained several winter quilts and down comforters—Aunt Mei's. She had originally intended for Aunt Mei to take them with her when she left, but the old woman thought they were too expensive to take home. She figured she could use them when she returned. Since the old woman said so, Helan naturally couldn't refuse, lest the old woman feel she wasn't welcome here. Downstairs was empty, just like Helan's heart. She felt utterly exhausted. While taking a bath, she even considered taking advantage of her drunkenness to have a wild time with Yi Wen, but when she asked, he was the same as always. Years ago, he had become prone to falling asleep after drinking. Seeing him sleeping soundly against the pillow just now, she felt a sense of relief, as if she had never intended to have a passionate encounter with him. A low, muffled hum of the air conditioner starting up came from the crack in the window, and she inexplicably felt a surge of resentment towards the composite doors and windows. When the merchant initially advertised the product, they claimed that the outdoor unit was absolutely inaudible and that the sealing performance was definitely the selling point of the doors and windows. But now… she smiled bitterly with a drooping face.

The indoor unit wasn't on, and the cold air that had leaked in from outside had dissipated, making it slightly stuffy. She kicked off her slippers; her feet were cool. She simply sat down on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed.

In the stuffy air, the mat smelled slightly of sweat—Liang's. In the past few years, almost only he had slept here, so it naturally smelled of him. Of course, she had also…slept here. Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen…

She had formally told Yi Wen that Liang would talk to him, and she believed he would make sure it was flawless. But everyone knew it wasn't because of Aunt Mei…

Helan was a little worried that Liang might think she had gone too far? Or even that she was just momentarily angry?

No, how could he? Perhaps he was more than happy to have such a young and beautiful woman by his side; why would he still want to stay here?

Underneath the loose cotton tube skirt, her underwear was pulled tight by this sitting position, making her feel uncomfortable.

She considered pulling it down, or even taking it off altogether. Looking around the room, a hint of hesitation mixed with a touch of mischief, she lifted her bottom and easily pulled down her panties, clutching them in her hand. She

felt much lighter, her whole body relaxing.

Suddenly, the curtains flickered with light. At first, she didn't think much of it, but when the light finally faded, she jumped up—Liang was back?

She rushed to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and sure enough, Liang got out of a taxi, waving to the driver.

She dashed out of the small room.

If he came in and saw her lounging in his room without panties, of course, clutching them in her hand, what would he think? Would he think she was a lovesick fool?

Oh no, she thought, stumbling upstairs, her mind racing—this idiot, why did he come back? Did that lady live in the 1930s?

That day, Yi Wen was a bit tired, perhaps due to the alcohol. His head hit the pillow and he was half-asleep. He vaguely heard his wife come downstairs, and then the clattering sounds of her running upstairs. He heard her come in, and then there were still noises downstairs. He could roughly guess what had happened, but he resisted the urge to open his eyes, to avoid embarrassing her.

The next day, he woke up early, went to his study without washing up, turned on the computer, and entered his online community. He familiarly opened his secret blog, and the number [149] on the webpage was a bit glaring, staring at him with a mocking gaze. Two thoughts raced through his mind: Add a "(Global End)" to the page or close the blog.

From chapter 148 onwards, the comments from netizens changed. The overwhelming praise, admiration, and envy turned into sarcasm and insults. "

No need to explain, this is our own life, we brought this on ourselves,"

he muttered to himself, disgruntled.

As

for women, what I want to say is that women are different from men; their sexuality is absolutely intertwined with their emotions. Whether it's a true story or a fabricated tale online, if a woman, like Helan, could easily wave goodbye to a relationship without leaving a trace, without any lingering attachment, then she is definitely not the Helan everyone knows.

This is not an attempt to defend myself.

I somewhat regret digging such a huge hole for myself over ten years, a hole I can't seem to fill. But

I absolutely do not regret these past ten years.

My hands are trembling slightly as I type out these few characters that mark the end of summer, a stark contrast to the carefree attitude I displayed with hundreds of thousands of words over the past decade.

Goodbye friends, goodbye summer.

He

Lan woke up around ten o'clock. It was only the constant beeping of her phone's text message notifications that finally brought her fully awake. Thanks to yesterday's red wine, she hadn't slept so soundly in a long time. Good sleep made her feel refreshed. She stretched and went to the bathroom. Looking at her languid reflection in the mirror, she felt great, though she noticed her waistline had expanded a bit. Looking at her reflection with satisfaction, she reminded herself not to worry about it.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, like a little crazy woman, scolding her reflection.

Her body trembled with laughter, causing her ample breasts to jiggle along with it.

Back in her room, she drew back the curtains, letting in bright sunlight. She took out her phone from her bag and checked the text message—it was from Yi Wen.

"Wife, I told that brat about Aunt Mei. He'll move out as soon as possible. I already contacted the decorator and a cleaning lady this morning to go to his apartment."

Oh, her heart sank. She had slept so soundly that she had almost forgotten everything from yesterday. When she went to open the window to ventilate Yi Wen's study, she saw that his laptop was still open.

He never did that. Curious, she sat down. Yi Wen had forgotten to close his blog. She knew he had it, but he had always been secretive about it. He even threatened to record her embarrassing moments when they were joking. She wanted to see it, but he never allowed it, so she was too lazy to investigate. Today, however…

there were many entries. She opened the page and flipped to the first page… 03-03

31

Outside Suzhou City, bells and drums resounded. The son-in-law of Master Zhao entered the family, making quite a scene!

The Zhao family was a powerful force in Suzhou. Zhao Kunhua was outwardly a wealthy merchant, but in reality, he was the leader of the Dragon God Gang.

This gang committed arson, murder, rape, and plunder, and his influence extended to several provinces in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. Over twenty years have passed since he started his business

, and the people of Suzhou have gradually come to understand his background. However, they fear his growing power and

close ties are powerless to do anything about him.

The groom, Cheng Jin, has been enjoying great success in the Longshen Gang in recent years, achieving great feats in both literary and martial arts, leading his men to conquer over a

dozen smaller gangs. He is handsome, generous, and not only is his martial arts skill among the best in the gang, but his wisdom

is also exceptional. He is also deeply devoted to Zhao Kunhua. Zhao Kunhua considers him a once-in-a-lifetime

talent and is very pleased with him. Therefore, he married his second daughter, Zhao Shuangling, to him, both as encouragement and to ensure he settles down

and doesn't harbor any disloyalty. Today is their wedding day.

With the wine cold and the food sparse, Cheng Jin, slightly drunk, is helped into the bridal chamber.

The bride under the lamplight is exceptionally beautiful, and Cheng Jin is secretly delighted. He grabbed her, removed her phoenix crown, and pinned her

beneath him, his hands roaming restlessly towards Zhao Shuangling's chest.

Although Zhao Shuangling's father was a notorious bandit, he presented himself as a merchant to his family. Zhao Shuangling, now

nineteen, only vaguely sensed that her father wasn't a law-abiding citizen and was unaware that he was the infamous

leader of the Dragon God Gang. Shuangling had been well-educated and refined since childhood, a true lady of high society, and a renowned beauty.

Cheng Jin's hands rubbed her breasts through her clothes, causing Zhao Shuangling to blush deeply. Knowing that she was now

his, she couldn't help but feel shy and unconsciously pushed Cheng Jin's hands away: "No..."

Cheng Jin wouldn't listen, his hands becoming even more restless. His left hand swiftly slipped under her collar, grasping Zhao Shuangling's

breast . He felt that Shuangling's breasts were smooth and firm, his large hand perfectly enveloping them. He then kneaded them,

his middle finger touching her nipple and gently stroking it.

Zhao Shuangling's face was already flushed, and his actions made her weak all over. She hurriedly pressed down on the

lewd hands that had invaded her clothes and struggled desperately. She rolled over and sat up.

Suddenly, a burning sensation on her cheek struck her hard. Cheng Jin roared, "You're my

woman ! How dare you disobey me?" Zhao Shuangling, shocked by her husband's brutality, felt a pang of sadness, tears welling in her eyes, but dared not

utter a sound.

Cheng Jin slapped her again, yelling, "Don't cry!" Zhao Shuangling froze, suppressing her sobs, and whispered

, "Can't you...can't you be a little gentler...?"

"Hmph, my own woman, I can do whatever I want with her. Take off your clothes yourself!"

"I...I..." A handsome young man suddenly unleashed his beastly nature, and Zhao Shuangling was

at a loss , her nose stinging, about to cry again.

Seeing that she still hadn't obeyed, Cheng Jin raised his hand as if to strike her again. Zhao Shuangling hurriedly said, "Don't hit me...I beg you

, don't hit me...I...I...I heard it's..." Helpless, she could only reach out to unbutton her bridal gown.

Zhao Shuangling was usually like a little angel at home, with servants and maids daring not to speak ill of her, and her parents

doting on her, never raising their voices to her. Now, suddenly, this husband appeared, a fierce and rude man

, making her feel even more wronged. Moreover, the thought of exposing her pure and innocent body to a man,

even if he was her husband, was still incredibly embarrassing. She fidgeted, her large

, teary eyes looking at Cheng Jin, her plaintive gaze pleading for his tenderness.

Cheng Jin, however, was unmoved. Seeing her slow movements, he shouted, "Hurry up!" and made a move to hit her again.

Helpless, Zhao Shuangling slowly unbuttoned her clothes, placing her upper garment on the chair beside the bed, then turned to look at

Cheng Jin.

Seeing her fair arms and the prominent breasts above her bodice, Cheng Jin could no longer restrain himself. He ripped off her little red

bodice , pulled her close, and grabbed her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

This time, Zhao Shuangling dared not move again, letting him do as he pleased. Cheng Jin was overjoyed to see her submit: "This woman

seems easy to handle." He pinched her nipples with both hands and began to swirl them.

Zhao Shuangling cried out, an unprecedented sensation spreading throughout her body, her face flushed red, and she pleaded

, "Don't... I... I..."

"What? Feeling good, isn't it?" Cheng Jin whispered in her ear, one hand suddenly slipping

inside , through her pubic hair, his middle finger pressing against Zhao Shuangling's labia, gently probing. This time, Zhao Shuangling

couldn't take it anymore, letting out a soft moan as her body writhed slightly.

Cheng Jin said, "Take off your pants." He withdrew his hand and pushed her to sit up.

Zhao Shuangling, her face red, slowly pulled down her pants, revealing her snow-white buttocks. She placed her clothes on the chair,

glanced back at Cheng Jin, her face flushing again, and quickly turned away. It turned out that Cheng Jin had also taken off his shirt, a strange smile

on his face as he stared at her naked body. Zhao Shuangling cried out, hugging her knees and curling

into a ball .

Cheng Jin tried to pry her hands off, but couldn't. He slapped her buttocks hard and yelled, "Let

go! Sit up!" Seeing Zhao Shuangling shudder and obediently place her hands beside her, he smiled,

reached down and scratched her pubic hair, then stroked her vulva, laughing, "That's a good girl.

Come help me take off my clothes." He then lay back.

Zhao Shuangling dared not disobey, so she reached down and loosened his belt, pulling down her underwear as well. A

large, purplish-red penis jumped in front of her. She quickly closed her eyes, pulled down his pants, and sat down, covering her face.

Suddenly, she felt a pain in her breast; Cheng Jin had grabbed it. Her hair was also grabbed by another hand. She tilted her body and quickly

opened her eyes, only to see the penis touching her nose. A strong masculine odor rushed into her stomach. "First, use your

little mouth to serve me. Open your mouth, take it in, and lick it properly with your tongue."

Zhao Shuangling, holding back her tears, did as she was told. Cheng Jin gave her orders, teaching her the technique of giving oral sex, while his hands

roamed over her snow-white body. Zhao Shuangling felt uncomfortable in her throat from the object in her mouth ,

almost gagging. Her body was being touched and pinched, his hands grabbing her breasts and touching her genitals. She felt incredibly strange and

ashamed . She twisted her body slightly, but couldn't escape his lewd hands. She felt bitter inside, but could only let him play with her.

Watching Zhao Shuangling perform oral sex for him, an indescribable sense of revenge rose in his chest. He gritted

his teeth and said, "Old Zhao, just you wait. I'll make all the women in your family my sex slaves! Hahaha!"

The scene from eight years ago was vivid in his mind again...

His original name was Murong Jin. Eight years ago, he was

the young . His father, Murong Long, was a renowned swordsman in the martial arts world, known as one of the "Twin Swords of Exquisite Skill" with his wife, Yang Xiaoling

. He was fifteen years old that year…

One afternoon, while he was napping, his mother suddenly woke him, covering his mouth and saying, "

Enemies are outside! Don't make a sound!" She then grabbed him and ran. Just as they reached the main hall, they heard a commotion outside. In a

panic, his mother leaped onto the plaque above the main hall that read "A Family of Heroes," placed him behind it, and whispered, "Jin'er, you

must find a way to escape and avenge us! The Murong family bloodline must not be severed.

Abbot Zhikong of Qingshao Temple on Hengshan Mountain is your uncle; go find him. Remember, never put yourself in danger. Whether the Murong family

can avenge itself depends entirely on you." With that, she drew her sword, leaped down, and ran out of the hall.

Cheng Jin was puzzled and didn't ask any questions. He wondered why his parents, so skilled in martial arts, were so afraid.

A loud laugh echoed from outside. Cheng Jin peered out and saw his father, covered in blood, standing beside his mother as they retreated

into the hall. Suddenly, a dozen or so people rushed in, all wielding longswords, forming a circle around the Linglong

Twin Swords . Cheng Jin was alarmed and wanted to leap down to fight alongside his parents, but then he heard his mother say, "You

have killed dozens of our people! Chunhua Sect will avenge this!"

Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat; he knew his mother's words were directed at him. He immediately held his breath, pulling his head back

behind the plaque, wondering if all of his family had perished. His heart burned with anxiety, but he tried his best to remain calm.

Murong Long said sternly, "Who are you? We, the Chunhua Sect, have never met you before, nor have we had any

grudges . What brings you here today?"

Then came another long laugh, followed by a deep, gruff voice: "You'll find out soon enough! The Exquisite Twin Swords?

Heh heh! Take them down!" A sudden clash of weapons erupted, followed by a scream. Cheng Jin heard his mother shouting, "Brother Long

! Brother Long!" His heart pounded with anxiety, and he peered out again.

He saw the hall in disarray. His father's arm had been severed and he sat on the ground, leaning against a pillar,

panting heavily. His mother had several swords held to her neck, surrendering without resistance, but still cursing and shouting, "I..."

"Revenge! I must have revenge!"

Cheng Jin felt a sharp pain in his heart, knowing his mother was constantly urging him to save his life. He understood that

jumping would only be a futile act of suicide. But the thought of forcing himself to stand idly by while his parents were in danger was unbearable.

He gritted his teeth and suppressed his impulse.

Just then, the bandit leader clapped his hands, and several more thieves entered. One of them carried a woman on his shoulder and

threw her down in front of Yang Xiaoling. Cheng Jin felt another pang of pain. The woman's hands were bound behind her back, and her clothes were torn to

shreds . It was his sister, Murong Yan'er. Yang Xiaoling cried out, "Yan'er! Yan'er! What do you want to do!

Let go of my daughter!"

The bandit leader grabbed Yan'er, lifted her chin, and saw tears glistening on her beautiful face, making her even more

lovely . He lewdly said, "I've heard that the eldest daughter of the Murong family is the most talented woman in Hubei, with excellent skills in composing poetry

. It turns out she's even more beautiful!" Another man said, "Hehe, this girl is known as the number one beauty in Wuchang Prefecture, and she

lives up to her reputation The bandits burst into laughter.

Yang Xiaoling, whose hands were already bound behind her back, was terrified when she heard that the group wanted to rape her. She pleaded, "Sir,

you've already killed her and taken the money, please spare my daughter..."

The bandit leader laughed again, ignoring her, and tore Yan'er's clothes to shreds, leaving only

a few thin strips of cloth hanging on her body, revealing her exquisite, curvaceous virgin body. Yan'er struggled desperately,

but although she had some martial arts skills, her strength was far inferior to the bandit leader's, and her efforts were futile.

The bandit leader let her struggle, his hands caressing her breasts, and suddenly he

squeezed them flat, laughing loudly. Yan'er was both ashamed and in pain, and cried out loudly.

Seeing her daughter being humiliated, Yang Xiaoling struggled desperately, but her hands were tightly bound and held by two thugs, making

it impossible for her to move. She kept shouting, "Stop! Stop!" "You beast, stop!" Suddenly, a punch landed on her stomach; it

was from one of the thugs on her left. Yang Xiaoling cursed again, refusing to stop.

The thug leader, of course, didn't stop. One of his hands reached down to Yan'er's lower body, teasing her vulva. Yan'er

blushed , her legs tightly pressed together. The thug leader forcefully pulled her left leg apart, ordering one of the thugs to tie it to Yan'er

's left arm. Then, he did the same, tying Yan'er's right leg and right arm together. Thus, Yan'er's vulva was wide open,

her legs spread wide, exposing her virginity to the many lustful eyes.

The thug leader laughed loudly, turning Yan'er around so she faced him. Yan'er's pretty face was flushed

red, with tears glistening in her eyes. He laughed again, smeared two fingers on his tongue, moistened them with

saliva , and rubbed them against Yan'er's vaginal opening, his two fingers taking turns probing her vagina, repeatedly saying, "So tight, so

tight!" Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his waist, nearly causing him to fall !

Turning around, he saw that Yang Xiaoling, anxious for her daughter, had struggled desperately and,

in the chaos, had kicked him. The bandit leader sneered and said, "Ahu, strip this woman naked and hang her up

!" The bandits cheered in unison.

The one called Ahu walked up to Yang Xiaoling and lewdly said, "The two beauties whose fame once shook the martial world,

though a bit older now, still retain their charm, hahaha!" Before her marriage, Yang Xiaoling and her sister Yang Xiangling

were renowned in the martial arts world for their cold beauty, captivating countless young heroes. Now, though thirty-seven, she still retained her allure. After

the fierce battle , her clothes were disheveled, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin, adding to her charm.

With a "hiss," a piece of Yang Xiaoling's clothing was torn off.

Cheng Jin's lip had already been bitten until it bled profusely, but he was oblivious. His mind was filled with thoughts of "I can't die...

I must avenge myself... I can't die... I must avenge myself..."

Suddenly, another scream rang out. It turned out that Murong Long, seeing his beloved wife humiliated, had somehow found the strength to lunge

at the bandits, but his other arm was severed. Bleeding profusely, he collapsed to the ground, barely alive.

The bandit leader picked up Yan'er and walked to Murong Long, laughing, "You want to know why? It's

simple : your wife and daughter are beautiful... I really want to have my way with them! Haha! I'll deflower your daughter right now

, huh? Haha!" He pulled out his penis and thrust it into Yan'er's lower body.

Murong Long heard his daughter scream, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward, motionless

.

The bandit leader didn't even glance at him, pulled out his penis, saw specks of blood on it, and was overjoyed. He then inserted it

back into Yan'er's vagina, ignoring the excruciating pain caused by the dry and narrow opening, and began to thrust violently

. Yan'er screamed in agony, her body twisting and struggling.

Yang Xiaoling, who was standing nearby, had been stripped naked and hung up. A dozen hands groped her body, three fingers were

thrusting into her vagina, and even one finger was penetrating her anus. In the chaos, several thick pubic hairs were plucked. She

had witnessed her husband's tragic death and her daughter's rape, her mind in turmoil, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The bandit leader glanced at her, and while raping the beautiful girl beneath him, said, "Your daughter is truly a

rare gem, so pleasurable!" "The two beauties with cold faces truly live up to their reputation, having given birth to such a wonderful daughter!

Hahaha ! So good!" He felt Yan'er's vaginal walls contracting repeatedly, an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Before long, he couldn't hold back any longer,

pulling out his penis and ejaculating onto Yan'er's body, face, and breasts, drop by drop.

"Let this little girl rest a bit. Those who want to rape her, line up, one at a time. Don't ruin such a fine instrument

; save it for later!" The bandits agreed, discussing the order of the gang rapes. Tears streamed down Yan'er's

face as she breathed heavily, her lower body a mess of red and white, yet she couldn't move.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoling cursed again, her voice shrill. The bandit leader sneered, "What are you yelling about? It's

your turn. Why don't you save your energy for moaning?" He then called out, "Ayin, come in!" A woman's

voice , and she entered.

The woman was dressed like the other thieves, except for her flamboyant hair ornaments that identified her as a woman. Ah Yin, about twenty-

four or twenty-five years old, with a pretty face, walked up to the bandit leader.

The bandit leader said, "Come here and give me a blowjob!" Without even pulling his pants back up, he walked straight to Yang Xiaoling. Ah Yin

followed him, and as soon as the bandit leader stopped, he immediately knelt down, opened his mouth, and took the still-wet penis into his mouth, sucking

it.

Although Yang Xiaoling had been married for many years, she had never experienced oral sex. Seeing Ah Yin's actions, she froze for a moment,

muttered "bitch" under her breath, and closed her eyes.

The bandit leader, of course, didn't let her go. He lifted one of her legs and inserted three fingers directly into Yang Xiaoling's vagina,

rotating them inside. "Hehe, indeed a famous vagina, still so tight even after giving birth!" His other hand, however, grasped...

He roughly kneaded one of her breasts.

Chapter Three: Twenty Years of Perverted Love .

Yang Xiaoling couldn't resist, holding back her tears and pretending her body wasn't her own. But waves of tingling sensations

continued , large beads of sweat dripped down, and the urge for sex was aroused...

The bandit leader also sensed this, laughed, and moved his fingers faster. In a moment, Yang Xiaoling was

panting heavily , unable to control herself. The bandit leader said, "Alright, Ayin." His penis, which had just been used, stood erect again.

Ayin withdrew the penis from her mouth and remained kneeling beside him.

The bandit leader pulled his fingers back, only to see that they were already wet. He laughed, "Cold-faced beauties? Aren't you

also sluts? Haha!" He held his hand up in front of Yang Xiaoling and smeared the semen on her face. Yang Xiaoling was both ashamed and

angry. Thinking that her son was watching this scene from above, she turned her head away, tears welling up in her eyes, and remained silent.

The bandit leader chuckled again, pressing his penis against Yang Xiaoling's lower body and thrusting it inside...

Yang Xiaoling frowned, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain. Suddenly, she heard the bandit leader say, "Hehe! Didn't you say that me touching you

was just wishful thinking? How about now!" He thrust forcefully, plunging straight into her core.

This time, Yang Xiaoling couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" A sudden thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered someone

, exclaiming, "You...you are..."

"Hehe! Remember me now? How's it going for me to fuck you now? Haha! It's alright to tell you,

my name is Zhao Kunhua!" He increased the force of his thrusts, penetrating her flesh with each stroke.

This rapid onslaught left Yang Xiaoling panting heavily, moaning loudly, but her mind was filled with memories of

something from twenty years ago...

At that time, Yang Xiaoling and her sister Yang Xiangling had only recently debuted, but they were already renowned for their beauty in the underworld, attracting many suitors

and the covetous eyes of many lecherous men. A notorious womanizer would always plant a flag inside the vagina of his victims after each crime,

then hang himself naked from a tree on the city wall or roadside. The flag read, "The

Next Yang Xiaoling" or "The Next Yang Xiangling." The women, deeply humiliated, mostly committed suicide; there were over a dozen

such cases. The nameless thief quickly gained notoriety, and chivalrous individuals repeatedly conspired to attack him, but all attempts

failed .

When the thief finally targeted the Yang sisters, he fell into their trap and nearly lost

his life. Yang Xiaoling had once said to him, "You toad, you think you can be so presumptuous? Your meager skills

are nothing but wishful thinking!" Just as the thief was about to be captured, he was rescued by his accomplices and escaped execution,

a regret that haunted Yang Xiaoling for many years. Unexpectedly, his martial arts skills had greatly improved, and he now came knocking on her door.

Thinking this, Yang Xiaoling knew she had no chance of survival. This thief had clearly planned this for a long time, and she

had no hope of escaping his clutches. So she gave up even struggling and let him humiliate her at will. But then her daughter's screams rose again. Several

men pressed down on her, wantonly playing with her, and one of them had already inserted his penis into Yan'er's newly injured vagina. Yang

Xiaoling's eyes were tightly closed, tears streaming down her face like a spring, dripping onto her breasts. Sure

enough, Zhao Kunhua said, "Back then, I was young and impetuous, showing my sharp edge, and fell for your trick. This time,

I've got what I wanted! You stinking woman, are you convinced or not?" Extremely smug, he gripped Yang Xiaoling's breasts tightly with both hands, thrusting them repeatedly with a

loud thud.

Cheng Jin's eyes were spitting fire, knowing that if this continued, he would not be able to endure it. He gritted his teeth,

waved his hand to press his pressure point to make himself faint, and immediately passed out...

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Cheng Jin slowly woke up, there was no sound in the hall. Cheng Jin carefully

climbed and saw his father's body lying stiffly on the ground, his arms severed and hanging a few feet away

. His mother, sister, and the bandits were nowhere to be seen. Cheng Jin

felt a pang of grief and wept bitterly. He went out the door, intending to set the house on fire, then flee far away

to hone his skills and seek revenge on Zhao Kunhua.

As soon as he stepped out of the hall, his heart pounded. The front courtyard was a mess, stained with blood.

Dozens of corpses lay piled haphazardly in the yard, while a dozen or so naked female corpses were lined up under the eaves, their

lower bodies disheveled. Cheng Jin approached and saw that these women were his own maids or fellow disciples. He Chan, his eighteen-year-old senior sister who usually

accompanied him in sword practice and was his closest friend, had a long sword plunged into her genitals until

the hilt was gone. Dong'er, Yan'er's personal maid and study companion, with her oval face and lively demeanor, had her legs

stretched into a split, her vagina stuffed with tattered strips of cloth, causing her lower abdomen to swell and

blood to flow freely; she had been dead for some time.

Cheng Jin wept bitterly for each person he saw, until finally he had no tears left, his voice choked with sobs. Suddenly remembering that his mother

and sister were not among them, he abruptly stood up and ran around, searching the courtyard for the corpses. After counting, he found that, apart from his

personal servant who had returned home to visit his mother the previous day and thus escaped, there were forty-three corpses among his forty-seven family members; his mother

and sister were nowhere to be found.

Cheng Jin carried his father's body and buried him in the suburbs under cover of night. Then, he packed his belongings, set fire to the once-renowned

Chunhua Sect, reducing it to ashes. Dozens of family members and over a dozen thieves perished in the flames.

Following his mother's instructions, Cheng Jin sought refuge with Abbot Zhikong of Hengshan Mountain. Five years later,

having mastered some martial arts, he descended the mountain to seek revenge. He discovered that "Zhao Kunhua" was the leader of the Dragon God Gang, and seized

an opportunity earned him Zhao Kunhua's trust. As for the old man Zhao actually taking him as his son-in-law, that was a completely unexpected surprise.

...Thinking of how his entire family had been murdered by Zhao Kunhua, Cheng Jin's eyes turned bloodshot. The snow-white body before him was that of his enemy

's daughter!

Cheng Jin roared, grabbing Zhao Shuangling's hair and lifting her up. Zhao Shuangling's mouth, still

slightly open after being pulled away from his penis, was thrown onto the bed by Cheng Jin. Zhao Shuangling steadied herself and turned around. She saw her husband's face

was ashen . He slapped her across the face, then grabbed her ankles,

spreading her legs wide.

Cheng Jin pounced on her, pinning her beneath him. With a thrust of his hips, his engorged member, still wet from being sucked by her mouth,

plunged into her vagina, all the way in! "Ah..." Shuangling screamed, feeling a sudden,

sharp pain , as if her body no longer belonged to her. Cheng Jin ignored her pain, pulling his member out slightly before

thrusting again, penetrating her core once more.

The inexperienced Zhao Shuangling couldn't withstand these two blows; she screamed again and fainted.

Cheng Jin remained oblivious, his rage venting on his enemy's daughter. Each thrust was with

all his might, his roars echoing like a wild beast.

Zhao Shuangling's breasts trembled slightly, as if dancing to Cheng Jin's rhythm. After a while, You

Zhao Shuangling awoke.

She felt a burning pain in her lower body and screamed again, followed by groans, "No

...it hurts...no..." Cheng Jin seemed oblivious, ignoring her completely. He gripped her

right breast , pulling it from side to side. Zhao Shuangling felt dizzy again, as if her right breast was about to be torn off, and let out

another sharp scream.

The scream calmed Cheng Jin, and he regained his senses. Releasing his left hand, he saw

five purplish-red claw marks on Shuangling's once flawless white breast, a shocking sight. Tears streamed down her flushed face. Suddenly, he felt Shuangling's

vaginal walls tighten, and unable to hold back, he ejaculated a torrent of semen into her uterus.

It turned out that Cheng Jin, in a frenzy, had been thrusting his penis violently without any apparent awareness. Now that his senses returned, he felt an intense pleasure in his lower

body , and couldn't stop himself. Unbeknownst to him, he had already been wildly thrusting into Zhao Shuangling's virgin vagina

for almost half an hour.

Once the pleasure subsided, Cheng Jin felt utterly exhausted; his previous assault had used up all his strength. He gasped for

breath, collapsed onto Shuangling, and soon fell into a deep sleep, his voice like thunder.

Zhao Shuangling knew he was asleep, but still terrified, she dared not move, feeling an excruciating, tearing pain in her lower body

. She gritted her teeth and endured it, afraid that any movement would wake this wicked demon and cause him to torment her again. After shedding tears for a while, feeling

utterly exhausted, she drifted off to sleep…

Chapter Four: Seeing the Responsibility

of the Mountain When Cheng Jin woke up, it was already the next morning. He yawned, sat up, and saw

Shuangling stir, still asleep. Facing the alluring, fair skin and jade-like bones, Cheng Jin couldn't help

but

feel smug. This jade-like body would soon be his to enjoy. His gaze swept over Shuang Ling's body, noticing the bloodstains on the sheets below, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

However, his laughter quickly faded. Many of the bloodstains hadn't yet dried, and when he touched them, they were

still slightly warm. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were fresh blood! Cheng Jin moved closer to Shuang Ling's lower body and saw that her vaginal opening was slightly torn, with drops of blood still

seeping out. He knew that the brutal rape of the previous night had caused Shuang Ling considerable damage.

At this moment, there was a few soft knocks on the door. Cheng Jin knew it was Shuang Ling's maid, Yun'er, and responded, "Is that

Yun'er ? Come in!"

Yun'er entered, carrying a basin of hot water. She had come to help her mistress and son-in-law get up and wash their faces.

Yun'er was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with an oval face and a pair of bright, large eyes; she was quite a little beauty. As soon as she

entered, she saw two naked people on the bed. Her face flushed, and she quickly turned away, placing the basin on the table,

not daring to make a sound.

Cheng Jin ignored her reaction and ordered Yun'er to get some wound medicine, which he applied to Shuang Ling's wound. The wound was

actually very small, and the bleeding stopped immediately after the medicine was applied. Cheng Jin knew it was nothing serious. However, Shuang Ling's labia were quite swollen and red. Cheng

Jin felt slightly apologetic and applied some medicine there as well, hearing a soft gasp in response. Looking up, he saw that

Shuang Ling had woken up while he was busy. Upon waking, waves of pain surged through her lower body. Although the medicine had just been applied

and felt somewhat cool, Cheng Jin's touch still made her cry out.

Seeing her swollen eyes, Cheng Jin felt a pang of pity and softly asked, "How are you? Does it still

hurt?"

Zhao Shuang Ling's vulva was in his hands. Seeing that his tone was very different from last night, he didn't know how to answer for a moment

and simply nodded.

Cheng Jin felt deeply apologetic, knowing she was still shaken by him. He forced himself to say, "That

's . It won't hurt anymore. Listen to me, I'll be gentle with you..." He helped her up and ordered Yun'er

to help the second young lady dress.

Zhao Shuangling moved, and the pain in her lower body returned. She hurriedly said, "I...I...I can get up by myself. Yun'er,

you can go out first." After Yun'er left, she gently moved her legs and dressed. This ordeal caused her severe

pain , and her beautiful eyes looked at Cheng Jin resentfully, tears welling up in them.

Cheng Jin wanted to comfort her, but then he thought, this woman is the daughter of his enemy. He came here to seek revenge,

not to show mercy to a beautiful woman. He coldly said, "Wash your face, go see your parents." But then he

worried that she would complain to Old Man Zhao, so he coaxed her to eat breakfast with him.

Zhao Shuangling was still having difficulty moving, so Cheng Jin half-supported and half-dragged her out of the hall. A man approached

and loudly asked, "Brother Cheng, did you enjoy your wedding night?"

Cheng Jin blushed, recognizing him as Zhao Kunhua's eldest son-in-law, his brother-in-law Lu Jie. He bowed and said, "Good

morning, Brother Lu!"

Lu Jie noticed Zhao Shuangling's limping gait and was taken aback, understanding the situation. He laughed, "The bride must have

been quite bullied by her new son-in-law last night! Haha!"

Cheng Jin glared at him and said, "Brother, I'm a rough man, I don't know how to be gentle with a lady..." Lu Jie thought

this was probably true, and they continued chatting and laughing as they went with Cheng Jin and his wife to see Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua and his wife were already waiting in the hall. Upon seeing them, Zhao Kunhua smiled and said, "Good morning, my two sons-in-law!"

Lu Jie and Cheng Jin quickly knelt down to pay their respects, and Zhao Shuangling, supported by her husband, also paid her respects to her parents.

Zhao Kunhua had married at thirty and was now over fifty. He was highly skilled in both internal and external martial arts, and his eyes were bright and

piercing . His wife, Mrs. Zhao, looked to be nearly forty, with no wrinkles on her face, and was very well-preserved. She was once a renowned

beauty, forcibly taken by Zhao Kunhua to be his bandit chieftain's wife. After giving birth to three daughters, she wholeheartedly and

contentedly became Mrs. Zhao. Now, though past her prime, she still retained her charm.

Zhao Kunhua, noticing his daughter's strange behavior, frowned, thinking, "Cheng Jin seems so refined and polite,

yet he's so rude in the bedroom!" But this was a matter between husband and wife, and he couldn't pry. Shuangling initially wanted to

rush cry, but thought it wouldn't look good in public, and decided to tell her mother privately later. So she held back

.

Mrs. Zhao also noticed her daughter's red and swollen eyes and difficulty walking, and was very angry. She immediately asked, "

My dear daughter , has your husband wronged you?" She had always disliked her husband's behavior, and this Cheng Jin, from the Dragon God Gang, was probably

not a good person, and she had never liked him. This time, she couldn't hold back and spoke without restraint.

Cheng Jin quickly interjected, "No, no, I'm too busy doting on her to bully her! Haha!" He chuckled

dryly.

Shuangling couldn't complain now, and whispered, "I was crying because I was thinking of my mother..." Cheng Jin said, "Silly

girl , it's not like you're getting married and leaving home. You'll be with your mother every day from now on, why are you crying!" He thought to himself that this mother-in-law

was not easy to deal with.

Zhao Kunhua chuckled, "That's right." He said to his wife, "Don't worry about their little affair."

"Well, you can't control that, haha!" Madam Zhao thought to herself that it wasn't so bad, and said, "I didn't say anything.

The young couple is so loving, I'm happy for them!" She glared at Cheng Jin again.

Cheng Jin felt a chill run down his spine from her glare, regretting his harshness the night before. He gave a dry laugh, reassured himself, and

followed his mother-in-law's gaze, feigning innocence. Seeing his mother-in-law's ambiguous smile

and alluring expression, he was moved, imagining her stunning beauty from twenty years ago.

Madam Zhao remained impassive, her phoenix eyes meeting Cheng Jin's gaze briefly before ignoring him. Cheng

Jin knew the gravity of the situation, thinking that as her son-in-law, he couldn't act rashly. He smiled ingratiatingly, touching hands and foreheads with Shuangling,

feigning deep affection. Seeing his behavior, Zhao Shuangling thought that this man was ultimately her life partner, and her desire

to complain faded.

Cheng Jin, feeling rather bored, chatted for a few more minutes before saying, "Ling Shuang isn't feeling well, we'll take our leave."

Zhao Kunhua nodded.

Reaching the doorway, Zhao Kunhua suddenly said, "You're newly married, so leave the matters you're currently handling to A-Jie for now

." Lu Jie said "Yes," and Cheng Jin had no choice but to say, "Then I'll discuss it with Brother Lu later." He was quite

unwilling, thinking that if he married a wife, Lu Jie would probably take away some of the gang's power. He nodded repeatedly, but

there was nothing he could do, and helped Shuang Ling back to her room.

Yun'er was making the bed in the morning and blushed when she saw those things. When she saw the two of them come in, she

became shy and wanted to leave. Cheng Jin was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent it. Seeing this girl avoiding him, he couldn't help but

get angry and shouted, "Yun'er! Where are you in such a hurry to go? Am I scary?"

Yun'er hurriedly said, "No...no...I just didn't want to bother the young master and young lady to rest..."

Her face turned red with anger after being scolded.

Cheng Jin took a look and thought that this girl was quite pretty. He was pleased and said, "How old are you? Come here and

let me see." Yun'er didn't dare to disobey and walked up to him and said, "I'll be seventeen in four months."

Cheng Jin reached out and touched her cheek, smiling as he said, "Have you always served your second young lady?"

Yun'er replied , "Yes." Cheng Jin pulled her into his arms, saying, "Since your second young lady married me, you naturally came

along too, right?" He reached out and grabbed her breast.

Zhao Shuangling was furious to see her husband flirting with her maid in front of her, yet also fearful of his

lewd power . She trembled and said, "Yun'er is still young, let's talk about it in a few years, okay?"

Cheng Jin wrapped his arms around Shuangling's waist, carrying one girl in each arm, and walked to the bed to sit down. He said to Shuangling, "You're jealous

, aren't you? It's only natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines. This little girl can be my second wife for now. Listen to me,

I won't mistreat you. Be good!" Shuangling thought that since things had come to this, there was no point in saying anything more, so she remained silent.

However, the groom was going to sleep with another woman on the second day of their marriage, and she felt bitter and secretly shed tears, hoping that even if he was a

womanizer, he would at least treat her well.

Cheng Jin laughed, cupped Yun'er's face, kissed her, and smiled, "So fragrant!"

Yun'er blushed and dared not speak. Cheng Jin ordered, "Take off your clothes and get into bed." He picked up Shuangling and crawled into

bed.

Yun'er's pretty face was flushed, and she sat on the edge of the bed, not daring to move, unsure of what to do. Although she knew that her fiancé would take

her body sooner or later, she was still incredibly shy as the moment approached, her heart pounding.

Seeing that she didn't waver, Cheng Jin shouted, "Aren't you going to take them off! Do you want the young master to serve you?" Yun'er

was startled and had no choice but to obey, slowly removing her clothes. Cheng Jin stared at her silently,

seeing that although her movements were incredibly slow, she had finally taken off all her clothes, turned around, climbed onto the bed, and stared blankly at Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin smiled and said, "Alright, now let's help your young lady undress!" Shuang Ling was startled and blushed,

asking, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Jin said, "Let's do it together, how can I neglect the bride? Haha. This little girl

doesn't know , let's demonstrate for her first. Hehe!" Shuang Ling said, "How can that be?" Feeling Yun'er's small hands already

reaching out to unbutton her clothes, she quickly reached out and stopped them.

Cheng Jin said coldly, "You don't want to listen, do you?" Shuangling's heart skipped a beat, and she loosened her grip, forced

to let Yun'er help her undress. In an instant, all three on the bed were naked. Cheng Jin embraced one woman on each side, overjoyed.

He had intended to let Yun'er watch the battle first before deflowering her, but the moment Cheng Jin touched Shuangling's genitals, she

cried out in pain. Cheng Jin looked down and saw that Shuangling's area was still red and swollen. He thought that if he forced himself on her again, his wife

wouldn't be able to take it. One hand kneaded Shuangling's breasts, while the other rubbed against Yun'er's virgin vulva.

Soon, he felt something wet in his hand; Yun'er, inexperienced, had climaxed after just a few touches

.

Cheng Jin turned around and saw Yun'er's cheeks flushed, her mouth slightly open, panting heavily. Her small breasts

trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. A thought struck him, and he brought his penis to Yun'er's face, saying, "Suck it!" Yun'er

dared not disobey, closed her eyes, and took the man's penis into her mouth. A strange smell assaulted her senses,

causing her to cough.

Cheng Jin slapped her and shouted, "You brat, you can't even give a proper blowjob!" Tears welled in Yun'er's eyes as she took the penis

back into her mouth, gently teasing it with her tongue as Cheng Jin had instructed. Cheng Jin laughed, "This girl learns pretty

quickly!" He reached out and groped her delicate skin, then suddenly pinched her two small nipples and lifted them.

Yun'er trembled, but her mouth didn't dare stop.

Zhao Shuangling didn't want to see their ugly behavior, so she turned away. Cheng Jin ignored her, enjoying Yun'er's oral

service while his hands roamed all over her body, occasionally pinching Shuangling's buttocks,

thoroughly enjoying himself.

Yun'er saw the penis in her mouth gradually swell, filled with surprise and doubt. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her lower body, as if a foreign object had

been inserted into her vagina. Her body involuntarily twisted, but she felt a sharp pain in her buttocks as Cheng Jin slapped her.

After slapping her buttocks, seeing that Yun'er was no longer struggling, Cheng Jin slowly inserted his fingers into Yun'er's small vagina

, gently probing. Yun'er trembled again, trying her best to remain silent.

Cheng Jin said, "That's enough," and grabbed Yun'er's hair: "Turn your body around!" Then,

he grasped , spreading her legs wide apart. His penis was already at Yun'er's lower body, touching her labia

.

Yun'er knew her time to lose her virginity had come. She covered her face with her hands, her face turning bright red. She heard Cheng Jin whisper

, "I'm coming!" A sharp pain shot through her lower body, and she cried out, "Ah!"

Cheng Jin had been in a semi-frenzied state when he deflowered Zhao Shuangling last night and hadn't enjoyed it properly. He thought this time would be better.

He was about to savor the pleasures of a virgin, so he pulled his penis, which had just broken Yun'er's hymen, back slightly. He

felt the tight grip of the surrounding vaginal walls, and every movement brought a surge of intense pleasure.

Cheng Jin thought to himself that he hadn't been polite to his wife, so he wouldn't need to be gentle with this young girl. He

thrust , penetrating deeply. Yun'er cried out again, "It hurts..."

Cheng Jin ignored her, focusing only on enjoying Yun'er's tight little hole. One hand gripped Yun'er's tender breasts,

squeezing , while the other hand, while busy, rummaged through Shuangling's round buttocks. Suddenly, his finger

moved, poking Shuangling's anus. Zhao Shuangling hadn't expected this move, and a surge of intense sensation rushed through her, causing her body

to twist. Cheng Jin was overjoyed, already having a plan in mind.

Cheng Jin withdrew his penis from Yun'er's vagina, patted her buttocks, and said, "Turn over and

lie down , go lick your young lady's asshole."

Shuang Ling cried out, "No! What are you doing?" Cheng Jin slapped her bare buttocks hard:

"What are you yelling about? You'll know how good it is in a moment! You lie down too!" Shuang Ling turned over and lay down on the bed trembling,

wondering what strange tricks her husband had up his sleeve, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Cheng Jin ordered Yun'er to kneel behind Shuang Ling, stick her buttocks out, and bend down to lick Shuang Ling's anus. When her tongue

touched Shuang Ling's clitoris, Shuang Ling couldn't help but shiver, a tingling and numb sensation she couldn't describe. She

twisted her body, afraid to move.

Cheng Jin laughed, lifted his penis, and inserted it back into Yun'er's vagina, slowly thrusting in and out. A moment later, he ordered Yun'er

to spread Shuangling's buttocks apart: "Stick your tongue in, the deeper the better! Put in plenty of saliva!" Yun'er

frowned, but reluctantly obeyed. While letting Chengjin's penis ravage her newly opened vagina, she tried her best

to roll her tongue into her mistress's anus, her heart filled with unbearable bitterness, secretly shedding tears.

Chengjin thrust in and out for a while before saying, "That's enough, Yun'er." At the same time, he pulled

out . Yun'er felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly withdrew to the side.

Chengjin stepped forward, stroked Shuangling's hair, and said with a smile, "My wife, your little hole can't be touched right now, so your husband will have to find a way from behind!

Just bear with it." He gently rotated a finger and inserted it into Shuangling's anus.

Shuangling murmured, "No..." but a wave of pleasure filled her body, and she whimpered repeatedly.

Cheng Jin smiled slightly, pulled her lower body up, brought her close to his genitals, rubbed his penis against her anus

, and with a "whoosh," thrust his penis, still stained with Yun'er's virgin blood, inside.

Shuang Ling screamed and cried out, feeling even more pain than when she was deflowered the night before, and struggled violently.

Cheng Jin felt his penis being tightly gripped by layers of pressure; although only a third of it was inside, the sudden pleasure

shot straight to his brain. Due to Shuang Ling's struggle, his penis slipped out.

Cheng Jin was furious and slapped Shuang Ling's snow-white buttocks hard, leaving five purplish-red handprints,

and shouted , "Don't move! Yun'er, hold her tight!" Yun'er, her eyes red, crawled to Shuang Ling's ear and whispered, "Miss,

just bear with it." She gently licked her earlobe.

Shuang Ling, already too afraid to move after being slapped by Cheng Jin, and Yun'er's kiss, made her body go limp again.

Without a word, Cheng Jin thrust his penis in again.

This time, Shuangling dared not move again, and the pain wasn't as intense as before. Seeing that she obeyed, Cheng Jin

slowly pushed his penis deeper, inch by inch, panting heavily, and forced a smile, saying, "My wife's back door is really something!

Yun'er , go lick her nipples." After a pause, he gently began to thrust.

Once the pain subsided, the fullness in Shuangling's anus made her feel incredibly comfortable, and Yun'er continued to lick and

pinch her breasts. Soon, she was panting heavily, moaning loudly, and had climaxed.

When Cheng Jin saw that she had climaxed, he was overjoyed and laughed, "So you like this kind of thing!" He increased the frequency,

thrusting several times, his lower abdomen tightening, and he ejaculated all his semen into her rectum.

Chapter Six: The

Masked Beauties The limp penis slid out of Shuangling's anus, bringing with it a line of white liquid. Shuangling, still feeling the

afterglow , remained lying there motionless, her chest heaving. Cheng Jin stroked her hair, offering some comfort,

then turned and pulled Yun'er to lie down for a rest.

After a while, his lust returned, and he thought that since he was in such a good mood, he would take Yun'er's virginity both front and back.

He smiled as he looked at Yun'er's pretty face, noticing that she was blushing to her ears. He held her tightly in his arms, not daring to move,

and when she noticed Cheng Jin looking at her, she lowered her head even further. Cheng Jin nudged Shuang Ling and said, "It's your turn to

blow me, I'll help Yun'er deflower her back door too." Yun'er lowered her head even further.

Helpless, Shuang Ling got up and brought her face close to his genitals, only to find that his penis was covered in a colorful mess,

with a strange, strong odor. The red stuff was Yun'er's virgin blood, the white stuff was his own semen, and the yellow stuff

was suspected to be his own feces. He frowned deeply and asked cautiously, "Shall I help you wash up first?"

Cheng Jin was also afraid she would complain to Old Zhao, so he thought it best not to be too harsh on her and nodded. Shuang Ling felt

relieved, got out of bed to get a basin, washed his lower body clean, and then returned to bed, kneeling under him and taking his penis into her mouth.

While enjoying her ministrations, Cheng Jin played with Yun'er's newly developed breasts, and in a moment

his penis was erect again. Cheng Jin pinched Yun'er's cheek and said with a smile, "Your turn, come on." He positioned himself,

his penis against Yun'er's anus, ready to thrust with all his might...

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door, and someone shouted, "Assassin! Assassin!"

Cheng Jin was startled and cursed under his breath, "Damn assassin!" He forcibly suppressed his lust, cursed as he put on

his clothes, left the two snow-white bodies, and went out of the room with his sword.

He recognized the sound of clashing weapons outside the door and immediately rushed over. Two figures, dressed entirely in black except for their eyes, surrounded him in

a fierce battle.

He was already feeling a surge of anger, and upon seeing the assassins, he flew into a rage, roaring and drawing his sword

to join the fray. But his agitation caused him to be caught off guard from the very first exchange; his opponents were stronger than he had

encountered since leaving the mountain, and he was immediately overwhelmed. With a hiss, a large piece of his sleeve was swung away by the opponent's sword, followed by a sharp pain

in his shoulder —he had been stabbed. Fortunately, he was quick enough to retreat three steps, avoiding a fatal blow.

Seeing the second son-in-law wounded, the crowd cheered and swarmed around him, their numbers growing. The two assassins,

though skilled, were clearly outnumbered.

Cheng Jin, seeing an opportunity, waited until his wound was bandaged, then drew his sword again. This time, he dared not underestimate

his opponent. He engaged the assassin who had wounded him with his own sword, unleashing his most powerful techniques, and fought to a standstill.

After a few exchanges, Cheng Jin sensed that while his opponents' techniques were exquisite, their strength was lacking. A thought struck him, and he carefully

observed the two women, noticing their slender figures, resembling women. He immediately shouted and unleashed a risky move, a "Tiger Claw

Hand" strike aimed at the assassin's chest.

This strike was tantamount to sending her into the opponent's sword circle. The assassin, completely unprepared for this move, was too slow to defend with her right hand, which

was only slash with her left hand at the invading arm.

Cheng Jin had anticipated this move, concentrating all his strength in this arm, enduring the blow, his arm still

pointing forward . The assassin froze, unable to attack, and retreated hastily. But in that moment of hesitation, Cheng Jin tore

a piece of cloth from her chest.

The moment Cheng Jin's hand touched her chest, it felt soft and yielding, confirming his suspicions. He unleashed his Tiger Claw Hand, intending to

expose the audacious female assassin's breasts in public. Fortunately, the female assassin was quick; she only tore off

a layer of his outer clothing, preventing him from revealing his true appearance. However, this enraged her, and she brandished her sword, aiming directly at Cheng Jin. Cheng Jin chuckled and

dodged, but a group of thugs quickly intercepted her.

Cheng Jin deliberately brought his hand to his nose and smelled it, laughing, "How fragrant!" His eyes darted over the woman

, noticing her slender figure and bright, sparkling eyes; the more he looked, the more captivated he became, though he couldn't see her

face to know if she was beautiful or not. The woman was furious, but unable to get close to him, her attacks became increasingly chaotic.

Another assassin, seeing the situation was dire, shouted, "Aqi, if we can't kill that old scoundrel Zhao today, let's retreat!" He

blocked two attacks for Aqi, then pulled her away.

Aqi cried, "Sister Rong, don't pull me! I'm going to kill that villain!" But she was pulled so fast she disappeared

in the blink of an eye .

Cheng Jin and the others, witnessing such lightness of movement, exchanged bewildered glances, all admitting their inferiority. Cheng Jin was still imagining Aqi's

beautiful figure, and he remembered that Sister Rong seemed to have a good figure as well. The two women had delicate voices, so they should be quite young.

Lost in thought, a secret smile played on his lips.

The assassin's disturbance had dampened Cheng Jin's enthusiasm for exploring Yun'er's back garden. Worried that Lu Jie's power was overwhelming the gang

, he immediately returned to the gang headquarters to investigate.

The Dragon God Gang's headquarters was located on a mountain about ten miles from the Zhao residence. The mountain was lush with vegetation, and the headquarters was hidden in

the forest.

Upon entering the hall, he saw a woman shouting something to several subordinates. She laughed loudly, "Big Sister, what a great

time!"

The woman was Shuang Ling's eldest sister, Lu Jie's wife, Zhao Shuangru.

Unlike her two younger sisters who were unfamiliar with gang affairs, Zhao Shuangru had been fond of

martial arts since childhood and had always followed her father. She was the de facto deputy leader of the Dragon God Gang, and at only twenty-one years old, she had already committed countless robberies . Although all three Zhao sisters

were beautiful , the youngest, Shuangyao, was still too young, and Shuangling was too timid; neither could match the eldest sister's spirited and vigorous nature. Furthermore, Shuangru

had a curvaceous figure, surpassing even her sisters, making her arguably the most beautiful of the three.

Cheng Jin knew that this woman was the biggest obstacle to his power grab. Although he and Lu Jie were both Zhao Kunhua's

sons-in-law , Lu Jie's wife held considerable power within the gang, far surpassing his own delicate Shuangling. Zhao Shuangru

, dressed in a warrior's attire with a headscarf, exuded a heroic air, yet her beauty was undeniable.

Upon seeing him, Zhao Shuangru smiled and said, "You've come too? Aren't you at home with my dear sister? Looking for Father? He's

inside." She seemed to have no ill feelings towards her brother-in-law.

Cheng Jin exchanged a few polite words and went to find Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua was overjoyed to see him. Cheng Jin reported to Zhao Kunhua that assassins had attacked his home and had been repelled

, saying, "I was worried something might happen to the gang, so I came to check."

Zhao Kunhua said, "You've come at the right time. I have something to do later, and I was just worried about not having enough help..." He then

explained the matter to Cheng Jin in detail.

It turned out that the newly appointed Suzhou prefect, Luo Can, didn't give the Dragon God Gang any face and arrested several of them to convict them, speaking very

arrogantly. Zhao Kunhua knew this man's background; he knew that Luo Can actually thought the tribute silver wasn't heavy enough and wanted to find some

money to extort. This day, he learned that Luo Can's twin daughters were coming from his hometown to meet him, so he planned to kidnap them to teach Luo Can a

lesson.

Cheng Jin had been busy with wedding preparations for many days and was itching to do it, so he readily agreed. Zhao Kunhua then said, "Your sister Ru

doesn't to go." Upon hearing this, Cheng Jin knew that a good show was about to unfold, chuckled, and accepted the order to leave. He knew that

the only reason Zhao Kunhua sent Shuangru away was because a rape scene was about to begin, as was his usual practice. Shuangru herself was well aware of the situation.

Although she disliked these programs, she didn't want to interfere. Being a woman, she was also embarrassed and would always walk away on her own

. After marriage, she even dragged Lu Jie along to avoid them.

Not long after, Cheng Jin returned in triumph. The guards who had escorted the Luo family's young ladies were quickly beaten to

the ground , watching helplessly as a group of thieves abducted the two young ladies, crying out in despair.

Upon seeing Zhao Kunhua, Cheng Jin said, "Look at that Luo prefect, looking so pathetic. Who knew he could give birth to such a beautiful

daughter? Haha! I bet his wife was somewhat disreputable before she got pregnant." He pushed the two sisters, bound together,

in front of Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua looked at the two girls; they were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was already trembling with fear. The two looked

exactly alike , with very delicate and beautiful features, pure and innocent—truly standard beauties of Jiangnan.

Chapter Seven: Twin Beauties

Zhao Kunhua smiled, reached out and touched the girl on the left, saying, "Are you the older sister or the younger sister?"

The girl, tears welling in her eyes, didn't answer and turned her head away. Zhao Kunhua chuckled again and said, "My beauty, you'd better

behave yourself . I'm not afraid of your father. Otherwise, I'll strip you naked and have all my brothers rape you

to death. Do you believe me? What are your names?"

The girl thought this was no joke, so she decided to be safe. She whispered, "My name is Yingxue, and my sister's name is Yingbing

."

Zhao Kunhua glanced at the girl on the right named Yingbing and thought the two looked so alike that it was hard to tell them apart. He asked

them how old they were, and Yingxue answered eighteen.

Zhao Kunhua laughed and said, "You two really look alike. I can't tell you apart from the outside. I wonder

what you look like inside?" He grabbed Yingxue and reached out to undo her belt, ordering his men, "Help my sister take her clothes off!"

Yingxue was terrified and struggled violently. But she was now a lamb in Zhao Kunhua's hands, and she couldn't move an inch. In no time,

her clothes were torn to shreds.

Suddenly, someone screamed loudly beside her. It was a man covering his face, blood streaming from between his fingers. Yingbing

was stripped naked, her mouth filled with blood. She spat out something, which fell to the ground – a small piece

of her ear.

Zhao Kunhua was furious and shouted, "Hang this little brat up!" Several thugs, already holding Yingbing down, obeyed the order.

With a few quick movements, Yingbing was hoisted up, her toes just touching the ground. Zhao Kunhua ordered Yingxue to be hoisted

up . The two sisters, their arms raised high above their heads, hung naked side by side. Zhao Kunhua waved his hand, and the remaining

gang members exchanged smiles and withdrew. Cheng Jin also wanted to leave, but Zhao Kunhua stopped him, saying, "Don't go yet, watch me

." Cheng Jin could only stand awkwardly to the side with his arms crossed.

Zhao Kunhua, however, ignored him, chuckled, and stepped forward, grasping one breast of each sister in each hand and

kneading them. He felt that both women's breasts were quite firm and of a suitable size, fitting perfectly in one hand. The Luo

sisters struggled weakly, twisting and turning, but could not escape his clutches.

Zhao Kunhua was having fun, and suddenly flicked each sister's nipple with his finger. Both women

trembled , and Zhao Kunhua laughed heartily, saying, "No wonder you're twins, even your trembling is exactly the same."

Yingxue blushed to her ears, tears welling in her eyes, while Yingbing cursed loudly.

Zhao Kunhua ignored them, his hands moving downwards to their pubic areas. Neither woman had much pubic hair, so Zhao

Kunhua scratched them simultaneously, squatted down for a closer look, and clicked his tongue repeatedly, "Hehe, even their pubic hair is

almost the same I wonder if they have the same number of strands?" He pinched a few strands of pubic hair from each of the Luo sisters' genitals.

Yingxue and Yingbing screamed simultaneously, struggling even more violently, their bodies twisting wildly, their four breasts bouncing.

Zhao Kunhua laughed heartily, stood up with the strands of hair in his hand, smeared them on the sisters' faces, and poked at their noses

and mouths . Both women closed their eyes and turned their heads away to avoid him.

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