[Urban] Fiery Countryside (Complete) - Chapters 37-38 (End)

Chapter 273 The Neighbor's Babysitter, Part Six.

While Zhao Zijie was doing these things, Qian Yuzhen lay there quietly, silently cooperating with all of Zhao Zijie's actions, without uttering a single word. After Zhao Zijie and Qian Yuzhen had dressed again and put everything back to normal, Qian Yuzhen looked at Zhao Zijie with her bright black eyes for a while, then suddenly threw herself into his arms, and said to him with tears streaming down her face, "Zijie! You've worked so hard today. To satisfy the needs of this little slut, look how tired you are. It hurts me to see you like this. Zijie! If I get horny again, you can fuck me as many times as you want, but please don't push yourself so hard."

Zhao Zijie then affectionately hugged Qian Yuzhen in his arms, habitually holding her soft... He kneaded the tender breasts of the young girl, gently comforting her, "Young people are all like that! Their sexual desires are easily aroused. Sometimes when they're fucking, they don't know when they're full. That's actually very normal. Don't think too much about it. But young people are generally full of energy. Even if I look like this today, I'll still fuck you until you're moaning and your heart is pounding tomorrow. If you don't believe me, I'll show you how good I am when I'm fucking tomorrow."

Qian Yuzhen grinned for a while after being amused by Zhao Zijie's humorous words, and then she pressed her face against Zhao Zijie's chest. While gently rubbing back and forth, she whispered passionately to Zhao Zijie, "Zijie! What you said is so true. When we're fucking, I always feel like I can't get enough. I've fucked you too many times! And my body can't take it. Lately, I feel a swelling and a slight pain inside my pussy, like your cock is still inside me. But even though I say that, if you still want to fuck me now, I'll endure the pain and try my best to satisfy you. After all, my pussy was born just for you, Zijie!"

After hearing Qian Yuzhen's heartfelt confession, Zhao Zijie was deeply moved. So he said to her in a caring tone, "Come on! Lie down, let me take another look. Is your pussy any better than before?"

Qian Yuzhen quickly prepared everything. After Zhao Zijie carefully examined her for a while, her pussy, apart from being slightly red and swollen, had basically returned to its original state. The only

difference was that the opening was still about the size of a broad bean, and the tender flesh inside was twitching slightly. "Sigh! This little girl's pussy... Zhao Zijie really went too far today," he thought to himself. To thank Qian Yuzhen for her efforts, Zhao Zijie placed his palm on her opening and gently massaged it for a while until it was mostly closed. Only then did he ask her to sit up. After putting on her pants, Qian Yuzhen snuggled back into Zhao Zijie's arms, insisting that he continue to fondle and knead her soft breasts while they chatted idly.

Zhao Zijie saw it was almost nine o'clock at night, and besides, they had spent almost the entire day together, except for two meals, having sex. If she stayed any longer, and something went wrong, it would be difficult to explain. So, after Zhao Zijie's repeated persuasion, Qian Yuzhen pouted, picked up her doll (which had been sleeping for a long time), and reluctantly left Zhao Zijie's house. After years of pleasure and debauchery, Zhao Zijie finally truly understood that Qian Yuzhen's vagina was the best of the best. Although he had encountered other women with special abilities in the years to come, compared to them, Qian Yuzhen's vagina was indescribable in words. Now, Zhao Zijie could only sum up his opinion in ten words: Qian Yuzhen's cunt is absolutely beautiful to fuck!

The next morning, around nine o'clock, Qian Yuzhen excitedly brought the doll she was looking at to Zhao Zijie's house. After placing the doll on the bed and settling in, Qian Yuzhen immediately turned to Zhao Zijie, her face beaming, and said, "Zijie! This thing called a 'vagina' is really strange. This morning, when I washed it with hot water before coming here, the opening was tightly closed, without a single gap. But as soon as you touched it, it made a soft sound, then started to throb and slowly open. When it opened to the size of my fingertip, it started gurgling and gurgling out water. I quickly washed it clean with hot water and rushed to your house."

As Zhao Zijie listened to Qian Yuzhen, he went over and secured the door, then turned back and sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulling her into his arms. With his left hand, he grasped and kneaded her soft, girlish breasts and small nipples, while simultaneously reaching his right hand between her legs, deeply inserting his index finger into her warm, slippery vagina, first enjoying the pleasure of her tender vagina's powerful contractions. After a while of this tender intimacy, Zhao Zijie's index finger, poking into Qian Yuzhen's vagina, clearly felt an increasingly intense tightening sensation, and the contractions within her vagina grew more rapid and intense. Her vaginal fluids soaked Zhao Zijie's right hand, and even a large patch of her red panties was wet.

Qian Yuzhen's face grew increasingly flushed and rosy, her nostrils and mouth wide open, breathing heavily, and suppressed moans escaping her throat, yet she refused to utter the words that she wanted to be fucked. Seeing these signs, based on past experience, Zhao Zijie knew that Qian Yuzhen, both mentally and physically, had reached a point of unbearable lust. So, Zhao Zijie asked Qian Yuzhen, who was nestled in his arms, with concern, "Do you want to be fucked?"

Qian Yuzhen blushed and shook her head, then whispered, "No!"

She immediately bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, but her body trembled violently uncontrollably.

Zhao Zijie knew that Qian Yuzhen was actually afraid that his excessive indulgence would affect her physical development, so she was trying to suppress her intense physical desire. The only thing Zhao Zijie could do to comfort this attentive and sexually voracious girl was to quickly pull down her pants, press her against the edge of the bed, and fiercely thrust his already erect penis into her convulsing vagina, then began to fuck her swiftly and powerfully. A short while later, Zhao Zijie brought Qian Yuzhen to orgasm. Her face flushed, and her voice trembled as she whispered to Zhao Zijie, "Zijie! Thank you so much. You seem to know me inside and out, you understand everything I'm thinking. I'm so happy, so joyful! I feel like there's an extra lot coming out of my vagina today."

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Zijie pulled his penis out of her vagina, streams of milky white fluid gushed out, an alarming amount, and a strong, fishy smell.

Through countless sexual encounters with Qian Yuzhen, Zhao Zijie knew that when she was particularly aroused, her vaginal secretions had this smell, so he didn't pay any attention to it. Zhao Zijie was already enjoying himself, so he stood between Qian Yuzhen's legs, gave her his penis, and let her use her warm little hands to stroke it up and down and knead her testicles. Zhao Zijie gently rubbed her pink clitoris, about the size of a soybean, with two fingers, his eyes admiring the captivating sight of her alluring vulva opening and closing, convulsing intensely. That pleasure was a unique kind of enjoyment. After a while, they began a new round of frenzied intercourse. The intense contractions inside Qian Yuzhen's vulva made it difficult for Zhao Zijie to thrust his penis in and out; her vaginal fluids made her buttocks slippery.

Qian Yuzhen's face was flushed, and her bright black eyes, devoid of their usual tenderness, were filled with lustful desire; even her moans became intermittent and somewhat off-key. Even in her current state, Qian Yuzhen, still panting, said to Zhao Zijie with regret, "Zijie! I really hate myself. My period is coming tomorrow, and I won't be able to have sex for at least five or six days. You're not the only one feeling uncomfortable; how am I going to get through these next few days?" Zhao Zijie

didn't say a word, listening to Qian Yuzhen's complaints while vigorously fucking her.

During this process, Zhao Zijie noticed that a considerable amount of thick, sticky vaginal fluid and vaginal discharge from Qian Yuzhen was slowly flowing into her constantly contracting anus. The small indentation was glistening with fluid, creating a uniquely alluring sight. Seeing Qian Yuzhen's light brown anus, Zhao Zijie suddenly had a new idea. So, Zhao Zijie used his right index finger to gently poke at her anus. After only a dozen or so pokes, Qian Yuzhen's anus revealed a tender little opening, and more sticky secretions flowed smoothly inside. With each poke of Zhao Zijie's finger, a "plop! plop" sound could be heard from within. Actually, Qian Yuzhen was already used to Zhao Zijie's actions; she had no idea that Zhao Zijie had any other intentions today. She simply lay on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed, moaning

comfortably, "Oh!..."

Seeing that the preparations were almost complete, Zhao Zijie pulled his sticky penis out of Qian Yuzhen's vagina, aimed it at her wriggling anus, and with a little force, he heard a "squelch" sound as the head of his penis slid into her anus.

As soon as Zhao Zijie's penis head entered her anus, Qian Yuzhen cried out, "Ah!" She then said, "Zijie! You're wrong, you're fucking the wrong place."

Zhao Zijie casually replied, "That's right! This is the place I'm fucking today. Don't move, let me experience what it feels like to fuck an anus, okay?"

After Zhao Zijie had fully penetrated Qian Yuzhen's anus, she obediently stood there, letting Zhao Zijie's penis roam freely inside her anus, but she still muttered softly, "He can fuck in that dirty place? Zhao Zijie has never seen anything like it. Oh well! Whatever! Anyway, all the holes on my body belong to him, he can fuck me however he wants, I'll let him do whatever he wants."

Fucked in Qian Yuzhen's anus, the feeling was different from fucking in her vagina. Because Qian Yuzhen's anus hadn't been conscious, the sphincter muscles were exceptionally elastic. They not only gripped Zhao Zijie's penis tightly, stroking it up and down, but the abundant, viscous secretions that had already flowed in also made the inside of her anus warm and slippery. Therefore, before Zhao Zijie had even thrust a few dozen times, he was already trembling with pleasure, and he released his first large spurts of hot semen into the deepest, moist depths of Qian Yuzhen's anus.

At this moment, Qian Yuzhen lay quietly on the edge of the bed. When Zhao Zijie pulled his completely limp penis out of her anus and wiped it with a diaper, she looked at him and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Zijie! Now that you've fucked all my holes, you should be completely satisfied, right? What I don't understand is, do you feel more comfortable fucking my cunt or my anus?"

Because he hadn't discussed this with Qian Yuzhen beforehand, Zhao Zijie said with some shame, "Actually, fucking my anus isn't as comfortable as fucking my cunt. Although it's said that three parts anus and four parts cunt, I'd rather fuck my anus..." "I don't fuck your pussy, but I still think fucking you feels better. Today, you kept complaining that you can't fuck because you're on your period, which made Zhao Zijie want to fuck your asshole to see if that would solve our problem a little. Qian Yuzhen! What do you think about fucking your asshole?"

Qian Yuzhen rolled her eyes at Zhao Zijie, looking rather unhappy, and said, "Actually, it's not that great. My asshole is burning and aching inside right now, it's really uncomfortable. Zijie! Please, please fuck your pussy more and your asshole less in the future, okay?"

Seeing Qian Yuzhen's pitiful appearance, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but blame himself and feel sorry for her. So he hurriedly used the soft white cloth she had brought to wipe her vulva inside and out, while saying to her righteously, "Qian Yuzhen! I promise I will never fuck your asshole again, and I will fuck your vulva as much as possible. I will fuck you until you are moaning 'Oh! Oh!' in your mouth, and your heart is pounding wildly in your vulva, you little brat! Are you satisfied now?"

When Qian Yuzhen heard Zhao Zijie teasing her like this, she immediately blushed with embarrassment. Then she kicked Zhao Zijie with her foot, and then whispered to Zhao Zijie, "Zijie! It's not that I won't let you fuck my asshole, I just mean less. Every time I have my period, you can still fuck my vulva!"

Because Qian Yuzhen said such a thing, on the third day of her period, the two of them were tormented by unbearable sexual desire and could not stand it anymore. Although Qian Yuzhen had washed her vagina very thoroughly, Zhao Zijie's penis hadn't even penetrated her a few dozen times before the blood inside her vagina started flowing more and more, becoming thicker and thicker, staining Zhao Zijie's penis and the inside and outside of her vagina a bright red.

Upon seeing this unsightly and filthy scene, Zhao Zijie's penis immediately went limp. Seeing that Zhao Zijie had stopped, Qian Yuzhen hurriedly asked what was wrong. After Zhao Zijie explained the reason, she tried various methods, including stroking his penis and testicles with her hands, and even letting him penetrate her anus. But no matter how hard they tried, Zhao Zijie's penis remained limp in his groin, showing no signs of life. Finally, Zhao Zijie washed his penis clean again and had Qian Yuzhen suck on it for a long time before it slowly became erect again. But as soon as Zhao Zijie thrust a few times inside Qian Yuzhen's vagina, the moment he saw the blood coming out, his penis would immediately go limp again, becoming a useless piece of flesh. This happened repeatedly, and Zhao Zijie's embarrassing condition remained unchanged. Finally, he only finished when Qian Yuzhen's warm, lubricated throat completely drained his semen.

Chapter 274 The Joy of Adultery – As

dawn broke, the bustling metropolis began to come alive again, unfolding a vibrant new day. "Boom boom..."

The train pulled into the station, its deep rumble rising from the ground, waking Lin Shiyin. She wearily propped herself up, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Having slept poorly all night, tossing and turning in a half-awake state, any small noise or vibration would startle her awake. For some reason, I've had this inexplicable feeling of unease these past two days, like the suffocating, listless feeling before a storm, making me feel uncomfortable all over. But I can't quite pinpoint what's wrong. I glanced at my husband, Zhang Qiaosheng, fast asleep beside me. Afraid of waking him, I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. I tidied my hair in front of the mirror and washed my face with cold water, which made me feel a little more refreshed.

As usual, I prepared breakfast in the kitchen and then went to wake my husband. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at my husband sleeping like a log, a feeling of pity welled up inside me: his work at the company is truly exhausting. Since the company moved its production line to the mainland last year, he's been incredibly busy. Not only does he have to manage the company's orders, but he also has to go back to the Dongguan branch factory two or three days a week to oversee production. Every time he returns to Hong Kong, he's completely exhausted. Last night, he brought home unfinished documents from the company, and by the time he finished typing and editing them, it was already past 3 a.m. Then today he had to deliver the documents to the mainland. No wonder he's so tired after all that work.

Seeing him turn over and kick off the blanket, I was worried he'd catch a cold, so I pulled it back up to cover him so he could sleep a little longer. Just as I lifted the thin blanket, I suddenly noticed his legs were sticking out high, his underwear bulging upwards. His face flushed instantly. Of course, I knew what was going on. In the early days of our marriage, this happened almost every morning, but since he had to go back to the mainland for work, it's become much less frequent, and even our intimacy has decreased. Last month, for example, it happened twice. If it weren't for the mortgage, I would have told him to quit this job and find something less demanding, so he wouldn't ruin his health.

While my mind was thinking this, my hand couldn't resist the temptation before me, and unconsciously reached out and gently caressed him through his underwear. The hard, erect thing became even more solid under her caresses, throbbing and transmitting heat to her hands. After only a few strokes, she felt an itch as if countless ants were crawling inside her, her heart pounded, and her breathing became rapid. She simply used her hands to pull down his underwear, and a red and swollen penis immediately sprang out, pointing straight to the ceiling. The round glans was swollen and bulging, and the veins on the penis stood out, full of vitality, making it irresistible to touch.

Gazing at the breathtaking sight before her, her vagina felt an intense itch, and a slippery, lustful fluid eagerly flowed out. Ignoring whether her husband was awake or not, she quickly pulled off her underwear, assumed a horse stance like a martial arts practitioner, spread her legs, aimed her vulva at the glans, and mounted him. With each inch of penetration, the indescribable feeling of fullness brought indescribable pleasure, like a timely rain on parched land. Her swollen vagina tightly enveloped his hot penis, merging into one, their contours perfectly fitting. She truly thanked the Creator for creating such a wondrous organ, bringing humanity endless joy and pleasure.

The mere penetration was already intoxicating, and the thrusting brought wave after wave of pleasure. She slowly moved her delicate body, moving up and down rhythmically. Her vagina felt tingly and numb from the hot, throbbing penis, and the rubbing of the erect glans brought her immense pleasure. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and her vaginal fluids flowed down the hard shaft to the base of the penis, then clung to her labia and thick pubic hair, making both of their genitals wet and sticky.

In a hazy state, Zhang Qiaosheng felt his penis entering a warm, moist hole, the glans being rubbed so comfortably. He thought he was having a wonderful dream, so he lay there, afraid to move, quietly enjoying the waves of pleasure, afraid that if he woke up, the dream would be gone and he would lose all the enjoyment. But gradually, he realized that this was not a dream, but real intercourse. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw his wife squatting on top of him, her lower body moving up and down rhythmically. Her face was flushed and tilted back, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, her tongue licking her lips left and right. Her hands were cupping her pair of pink and white breasts, rubbing and grinding them, her body trembling with excitement as if she were possessed.

Seeing his wife's wanton state, he couldn't help but be infected by it. He lifted her buttocks with both hands and used his waist strength to thrust his penis into her vagina with force, matching her rhythm. For a moment, the bedroom was filled with

the symphony of "slap, slap" as two bodies collided, mixed with the "squeak

, squeak" of overflowing vaginal fluid, as if responding to their concerted efforts. After thrusting like this for a few minutes, he noticed that her movements were slowing down, and she seemed a little spoiled. So he simply flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and lifted her legs high, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Lin Shiyin hadn't enjoyed such pleasure for quite some time, feeling incredibly comfortable. She could only utter broken,

monotone sounds like "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them into a crumpled ball beside her. The moans further stimulated Zhang Qiaosheng. Seeing his wife so easily conquered beneath him, his heroic feeling fueled his erection, making his thrusts harder and more forceful. The room was filled with the sounds of passion, and the bed creaked and groaned. It seemed they were both close to reaching climax.

Suddenly, "Ring..."

a bell rang, startling them from their ecstatic state. It was the alarm clock; it was time to get up. He was used to hearing it every day, but in the midst of their passionate encounter, the sudden ringing was jarring. He needed a moment to rest, so he reached for the bedside table to turn it off before continuing their unfinished business.

Who knew that after resting for a while, his previously rock-hard penis would soften, and after a few more thrusts, it would slip out. Lin Shiyin, still in the throes of passion, wouldn't let him give up halfway, so she frantically rubbed her vulva against his penis, moving it wildly. The more anxious Zhang Qiaosheng became, the less cooperative his penis became. No matter how hard he stroked it with his hand or tried to force it into her vagina, it wouldn't get hard again. Perhaps the morning's heat had subsided, and the fright had only made things worse. He was truly furious: sometimes he wanted it to last longer, but it would finish quickly; now he wanted it to ejaculate, but it wouldn't go on strike. He was completely helpless and at a loss.

Lin Shiyin, who had just been driven to the brink of ecstasy, feeling like she was being bitten by ants all over her body, was now half-erect, itching so badly she was biting her teeth. She was so frustrated with his lack of progress that she sat up and tried to stroke it with her hand, but it still didn't work; it just wouldn't get hard. Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Continuing wouldn't change anything, so he glanced at the alarm clock, worried he'd miss his train back to the factory if he delayed any longer. He said apologetically, "Honey, I'm so sorry about today. I'm probably too tired. I'll make it up to you when I get back the day after tomorrow and give you a good time!"

She knew this couldn't be forced, so she pretended nothing was wrong: "Oh, forget it. There's plenty of time. Honey, I love you!"

He kissed her on the lips and replied, "I love you too."

He quickly got out of bed, dressed, and without even eating breakfast, grabbed his briefcase and rushed out the door. Lin Shiyin tidied her messy bed. With nothing else to do, she wanted to sleep a little longer, but tossing and turning in bed, she felt a burning heat all over her body, her heart pounding like a deer. The embers of desire burning within her hadn't died down, and the emptiness was even more unbearable than before she got out of bed.

Last month, Zhang Qiaosheng and I went to the doctor because we hadn't had a child after two years of marriage. The test revealed that my husband's sperm count was too low. They were advised to conserve their sperm count and try to have intercourse only during ovulation, which might increase the chances. They were also advised that a woman's body temperature is slightly lower than usual and her libido is stronger during the day or two of ovulation, and to pay attention to this. Thinking about it, today is exactly the middle of my two menstrual periods. Could it really be ovulation? No wonder I've been feeling restless and strange these past few days. Sigh! If my husband hadn't been so unresponsive just now, my vagina would be full of semen by now, and maybe we could have a boy or a girl next year! Lost in thought, I realized that the vaginal fluid I had released earlier had soaked my pubic hair. Now that it was dry, it felt uncomfortable, so I went to the bathroom, filled a tub with hot water, and planned to take a shower before going to sleep.

The spray of water from the flower onto my vulva felt like a soft massager gently kneading me. I closed my eyes, savoring this unique and wonderful sensation—comfortable and blissful. While not as ecstatic as actual intercourse, it was better than nothing. One hand spread my vulva open, while the other held the flower and sprayed it towards my clitoris. The warm water pounded against my labia and clitoris. The water jet entered my vagina and flowed out, simultaneously stimulating several sensitive areas of my genitals, causing them to become engorged and hard. My labia opened wide without my fingers, and my clitoris peeked out from under my tender skin, hard and swollen like a red bean, receiving the water's cleansing. The tingling sensation sent shivers down my spine. Involuntarily, I pressed the flower tightly against my vulva, making the water jet stronger and more direct at the points of pleasure. My whole body went limp, and my limbs trembled uncontrollably. Before long, she slumped to the edge of the bathtub, too exhausted to even move a finger, letting her body relax and fully savor the waves of pleasure.

Half an hour later, her desire seemed to have subsided considerably, so she dried herself off and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep soundly. For some reason, the emptiness within her remained; her mind kept wandering to real intercourse, hoping her lower body would be filled to the brim, solid and substantial. Yes, she needed a man, to thrust his penis deep into her vagina, filling every gap, and then to pump hard until he ejaculated deep inside her, only then could she completely relieve this unbearable torment. But where could she find a man?

In an instant, a robust figure flashed into her mind: he had bronze skin, a well-proportioned build, strong, muscular chest, a witty and understanding manner, and an inexhaustible energy; his performance in bed would certainly not disappoint. If only he were lying next to her right now… Oh dear! How embarrassing! How could she even think of him!

His name was Zhao Zijie, Zhang Qiaosheng's old classmate, a year younger than him. He owned one or two companies and didn't need to work a regular job, so he used his spare time to study computers. He even installed the computer at home and came over two evenings a week to teach the couple the basics of computers. To thank him, she sometimes specially prepared a soup and some side dishes, inviting him to stay for dinner. Zhao Zijie admired her greatly, often praising her: "Sister-in-law, you're not only beautiful, but you also manage the household perfectly. If I were lucky enough to marry a wife as capable as you, I would be incredibly fortunate."

Sigh! Why am I getting so carried away? You're married now, why would anyone make a move on you? Lin Shiyin chuckled to herself at her own silly thoughts. Then she thought, since they were both just relaxing at home anyway, it wouldn't hurt for him to come over and chat; it was better than staying cooped up inside doing nothing. She found his phone and dialed: "Zhao Zijie, this is Lin Shiyin. My computer at home is broken, could you come over and take a look?"

Seeing that he had some free time and the two families were so familiar with each other, Zhao Zijie readily agreed to come over right away. And indeed, she had just finished tidying the living room when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and welcomed him in, inviting him to sit down before going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Strangely, the moment their eyes met, her heart began to pound, as if a child had been caught doing something wrong; or as if he could read her mind and knew her foolish thoughts.

Zhao Zijie, with the computer on, turned to her and said, "Sister-in-law, is the computer okay?"

She then realized she had been staring at him blankly, and for a moment, she didn't know how to answer. He had handsome features, his short black hair made him look exceptionally energetic, his nose was perfectly proportioned, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his white teeth were neat and beautiful when he smiled, complemented by two small dimples on his face—he was breathtakingly handsome. Coming to his senses, he quickly made an excuse: "Oh, really? Maybe I pressed the wrong button, making you come all this way for nothing."

He said, "Don't mention it, since you're here anyway, you might as well check the computer."

A moment later, Lin Shiyin came out with a cup of coffee, placed it on the dining table, and said to him, "Don't worry about the computer yet, come and have something to drink."

He turned around and was dumbfounded. It turned out that she had changed into another nightgown sometime during the night. The nightgown was as thin as a cicada's wing, and you could clearly see everything underneath; its transparency was almost indistinguishable from not wearing anything at all. Under the dim light of the hall lamp, an alluring body was revealed, its exquisite curves utterly arousing: full breasts, like two large snowballs, pure white and flawless, bounced up and down with every step, the two rosy nipples hard and erect, pushing against the nightgown to create two small peaks, the deep red areolas round and even, making the nipples even more enticing; a wasp waist made the whole body appear slender and narrow, so narrow that it could be grasped with a finger, in contrast, the buttocks below were plump and alluring, round and smooth to the touch; but most captivating were the black triangular pubic hair, the tender black hair... The labia were smooth and neatly arranged, except for a few stray ones that secretly peeked through the fabric holes; the rest all pointed uniformly towards the small slit between the thighs. Within this slit, two small, red, wrinkled patches of tender skin peeked out, suggesting only a small part of the vulva, making one imagine what the rest would be like, and further conjuring up the alluring peach blossom cave nestled between the two bright red labia…

Zhao Zijie secretly swallowed, feeling his little brother stirring within him. He quickly averted his gaze, afraid to look directly at her, lest he accidentally reveal something embarrassing and make her laugh. Turning his back to her, he said, “Thank you! Put it on the table, I’ll drink it later.”

He quickly composed himself and focused on the computer. Helplessly, the still waters of spring had been rippled by the breeze, and his emotions could no longer be contained. His breathing quickened, his hands trembled slightly, and even simple commands that he could usually type with his eyes closed required several attempts to input correctly. He wanted to say to her, "Sister-in-law, it seems you were just about to sleep. I won't disturb you! Go to sleep! I'll leave after I'm done checking."

"Oh! You treat me like an outsider?"

Lin Shiyin walked over with the cup in her hand. Zhao Zijie hurriedly got up to take it with both hands, but unfortunately, he bumped into her, and the entire cup of coffee was spilled onto his pants. She apologized, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

while wiping it with a towel. Unexpectedly, the moment her hand touched it, her face immediately turned red. She felt something hard and bulging inside her pants, as if it were still wriggling and jumping.

Chapter 275 The Pleasure of Adultery Part Two

Lin Shiyin suddenly felt an impulse, and one hand involuntarily kept wiping that spot, unwilling to leave. Zhao Zijie felt extremely awkward under her touch. He snatched the towel from her and started drying himself, saying, "Sister-in-law, I can do it myself. I wouldn't dare trouble you."

But she had already reached out to unbuckle his belt, scolding him, "Take your pants off! They're all wet and mushy; only you could tolerate that."

Without another word, she had already unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and dragged them down by the waistband. He struggled with her, his face flushed, and said, "Fine, fine, go get me a pair of Zhang Qiaosheng's pajamas to change into. I'll go to the bathroom to change myself."

Seeing his disheveled state, she laughed heartily, "Oh dear! I've been married for two years. What haven't I seen? Come on, let your sister-in-law take them off for you. Don't be shy."

With a forceful pull, she dragged the pants down to his ankles.

Zhao Zijie was caught off guard, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Before her stood two muscular thighs, sandwiched between a pair of white boxer briefs, like those worn by swimmers—narrow enough to barely contain what was supposed to be covered. But now they served no purpose, for what was meant to be contained had already struggled to break free, only to be held back by the elastic waistband, squeezed tightly into a ball, making the briefs bulge like a small mountain.

Lin Shiyin watched, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't help but lower her head, extending her delicate tongue to gently lick it like a kitten. She licked with relish, until his manhood was as hard as an iron rod, as if it might burst the small piece of fabric at any moment. Her panties were soaked with her saliva, becoming semi-transparent, clearly revealing a thick, purplish-red penis. The glans was a darker color than the shaft, and because it had nowhere to extend, it was slanting straight down towards her waist. The scrotum, containing the two testicles, was round and red like a ripe lychee, almost bursting out from between her legs.

She could no longer hold back, and with both hands, she pulled the panties down hard. The incredibly strong penis sprang out with a whoosh, as if thanking her for finally freeing it, bowing repeatedly in front of her nose. Without a word, she grabbed the penis with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth, like a starving person suddenly seeing a delicious meal, indulging in a hearty meal; with her other hand, she supported the scrotum, playing with the two testicles between her fingers.

Zhao Zijie's penis was tightly held in her warm little mouth, the swallowing and pulling causing her face to rise and fall like a blower. Occasionally, she would pull his penis out of her mouth, using her tongue to lick and tease the ridges of the glans, or lightly sweep her tongue down the protruding veins from the glans to the base. Her fingertips would then lightly scratch his scrotum, making his penis feel like an angry, itchy, and unbearable grimace. This grown man was completely at the mercy of this small, weak woman, his head thrown back, breathing heavily, murmuring "Oh...oh...oh...oh..."

his legs trembling uncontrollably, so excited he didn't know whether he was in heaven or on earth.

Seeing him so overjoyed, Lin Shiyin, fearing he might lose control and ejaculate prematurely, let go of his penis to rest. He noticed her sudden stop and looked down. She was reaching up to her shoulders, pulling the straps of her nightgown to the sides, and shivering a few times until the thin fabric gently floated to the ground. His eyes widened; a sculpted, naked body was vividly displayed before him. Gazing at this stunning beauty, his heart stirred, and he felt a surge of desire. But then he remembered she was his old friend's wife, and as the saying goes, "One should not look at a friend's wife," how could he bring himself to do it?

His mind raced, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn up and down. After a moment of hesitation, still caught in this internal struggle, Lin Shiyin had already cupped his large breasts in her hands, squeezing his penis between them, like a human-made hot dog, and began to carefully manipulate it. Not only that, but whenever the glans peeked out from between her breasts, she would stick out her tongue and flick it several times like a venomous snake. Wow! Even an iron-cast Arhat would melt under her fiery passion.

How many men like Liu Xiahui can there be in this world? In less than a moment, he cast aside all morality and ethics, completely collapsing and surrendering to her charms. He reached down to touch her crotch—good heavens! Like he'd just urinated, his hand was covered in sticky, slippery vaginal fluid, burning hot, opening and closing rhythmically, yearning for a man's comfort. He bent down and lifted her to his waist, his lips meeting hers, sucking on her delicate tongue. Seeing her eyes glazed over, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his buttocks, her lower body twisting like a snake, pressing her vulva against his erect penis, rubbing it until he felt an unbearable tingling sensation. It was rare that she wouldn't fall even when I let go, so I freed one hand to hold the penis, and used the glans to tease the entrance of her vagina. There was so much vaginal fluid that it flowed down my scrotum. Then, using my waist strength, I thrust upwards, and without any effort, I had already penetrated halfway. She was also very cooperative. Then, I let go with both hands and sank down, and the long, big cock was completely submerged in an instant.

Zhao Zijie held her plump buttocks, thrusting his penis repeatedly into her wet vagina. The indescribable pleasure from his glans was irresistible, especially since she was responding to the rhythm with her vagina, moving in perfect harmony, making it impossible to stop. A torrent of vaginal fluid had already flowed over his scrotum and started running down his thighs. He felt his legs weaken and tremble slightly, so he carried her, thrusting as he walked towards the bedroom.

Once inside, he tossed her onto the bed, then quickly stripped off his upper body, leaving himself naked, and pounced on her again. Lin Shiyin had already placed a towel under her buttocks, spreading her legs almost into a V-shape, her vagina raised high to welcome him. He pressed down on her, and Lin Shiyin guided his penis with her hand, allowing the glans to enter her vagina. He thrust forward, easily filling the small hole again. Two fleshy creatures embraced each other on the bed, inseparable, rolling together in a ball, feeling each other's affection and regretting not meeting sooner.

As Zhao Zijie thrust, he looked down to admire the beautiful, moving scene of their genitals meeting, watching his proud penis thrust in and out between her bright red labia minora, sending gushes of vaginal fluid splashing everywhere. The tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was unusually long, stretched and pulled back with each thrust, as clear as a close-up shot in a pornographic film; her entire vulva was flushed red from engorgement, her labia minora hardening around his bulging, veiny penis, making the friction even more intense and sharp; the tender skin covering her clitoris was pulled and rubbed by her labia, making it swell and harden, becoming as thick as a little finger, pointing straight forward, almost touching his busy penis.

He was aroused and simply raised her legs, placing them on his shoulders, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper and thrust more intensely. Lin Shiyin seemed to understand him perfectly, placing her hands on the back of her legs and forcefully pulling her thighs towards her chest, allowing her lower body to rise higher and their skin to press more intimately together. Sure enough, with each thrust, he pressed her thighs down even lower, like a seesaw in a child's game, one end lowered as the other rose, her buttocks moving up and down in sync with the rise and fall of his lower body, cooperating perfectly.

For a moment, the bedroom was filled with sounds, the "slapping" of organs colliding and the "squeaking" of vaginal fluids, creating a three-dimensional, boundless erotic atmosphere. She heard the incessant sounds from her lower mouth, while her upper mouth, naturally, didn't remain silent, adding its own melody to the music: "Ah...ah...my little darling...love brother...ah...ah...you're so good at this...I'm giving you my life...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah...I'm going to lose it...I'm going to fly to heaven...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and kicked her legs straight, clinging to his still swaying waist, trembling uncontrollably, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids spraying out simultaneously. A thought flashed through her mind: My God! So this is the ecstatic feeling I've been yearning for these past few days! The intense orgasm brought her immense pleasure, finally releasing the depression of the past few days. After slowly digesting the afterglow of her orgasm, her whole body felt limp and she didn't want to move anymore.

Seeing her give him the feeling of being in heaven, Zhao Zijie felt incredibly powerful and thrust even harder, pushing his penis to its very hilt with each stroke. He wished he could squeeze both testicles into her honeypot as well, relentlessly repeating the pile-driving motion, letting his penis experience endless pleasure, hoping it would never end. Lin Shiyin was nearly fainting from the unprecedented orgasm, and now, enduring his relentless, storm-like thrusting, she was completely powerless to resist. The only thing she could do was keep releasing her vaginal fluids to repay his hard work. She was also baffled as to where all this vaginal fluid came from; it seemed inexhaustible, as if she had become a machine that only produced vaginal fluids, continuously outputting its product. The towel under her buttocks, originally intended to catch the semen after intercourse to prevent staining the sheets, was now soaked with her vaginal fluids before the semen had even been ejaculated, so wet it could be wrung out by hand.

Zhao Zijie withdrew his penis, lowered one leg from his shoulder while keeping the other on his arm, then shifted her body into a side-lying position, kneeling on the bed. He arched his upper body, spreading her thighs into a split, her vulva wide open. Due to the separation of her labia minora, several transparent, sticky strands of vaginal fluid were stretched out, like a spider web sealing the vaginal opening. He pressed one hand against her thigh on his shoulder, and with the other, lifted his burning penis, breaking through the web and thrusting into this "spider web cave." Whether it was because he swam often and had exceptionally strong waist, or because this position made it easier to generate power, every thrust was powerful and resounding, each one penetrating deep into the cave, reaching the very end.

Her body swayed back and forth from the powerful impact, her breasts bouncing incessantly. Zhao Zijie reached out and caressed her alternately, sometimes gripping tightly, sometimes kneading gently, attacking her from both above and below until she bounced like a freshly caught fish. Her hands clawed wildly at the bed, almost tearing the sheets to shreds, her toes pointing straight out like she was dancing ballet. Moans rose and fell from her mouth, and he could hear her panting heavily as she cried out, "Oh! My darling... ah... ah... ah... where did you learn such a good move... ah... ah... ah... don't stop... ah... ah... ah... so good... oh! I'm about to tear you in two... ah... ah... ah..."

Before she finished speaking, her body trembled violently as if electrocuted, her eyelids fluttering up and down, and a gush of vaginal fluid surged onto his glans.

She felt wave after wave of orgasms coming her way, like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples that spread outwards from a small center. She was tossed and turned in these surging waves, completely submerged. Seeing her reaction, Zhao Zijie knew she was reaching the peak of another orgasm, and he quickened his pace, thrusting his penis until it was as hard as steel and as hot as fire, pumping rapidly inside her vagina. He continued thrusting until his glans was swollen and numb, and his lower abdomen felt hot and he desperately contracted, before finally ejaculating his scalding hot semen deep into her vagina.

Lin Shiyin was lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm when, in her hazy state, she felt the penis thrusting rapidly inside her vagina suddenly change to slow, powerful thrusts. With each throbbing, a surge of hot, tingling fluid hit her cervix, doubling the pleasure. Her fingers, which had been stroking her breasts, stopped moving and instead gripped them tightly as if trying to burst them. Knowing he was also enjoying his orgasm and ejaculating into her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed and pulled with his rhythm, letting him ejaculate all his semen into her vagina.

After the storm, a calm settled in. The two, having enjoyed their orgasm, embraced tightly, reluctant to part. Zhao Zijie remained on top of her, his lower body pressed against her vagina, not wanting his slowly softening penis to slip out so quickly, wanting it to stay a little longer in her warm, moist opening. Their lips kissed incessantly, as if glued together, their tongues teasing each other, their souls merging into one. Only when the pleasure subsided, replaced by a languid weariness, did they fall asleep in each other's arms. Lin Shiyin held those adoring words tightly in her hand before sweetly drifting off to sleep. Spring sleep is so sweet

, they didn't notice the dawn. When they woke up, it was already evening. The sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid from earlier had dried, leaving them feeling uncomfortable. They got up, hand in hand, and went into the bathroom to wash themselves. Lin Shiyin first filled a tub with hot water. Seeing that the dried vaginal fluid had hardened her pubic hair, she rubbed it, and it turned into a white powder that fell softly to the floor. Zhao Zijie was urinating on the toilet nearby when he heard her sweet voice behind him: "I need to pee too..."

He shook his penis a few times and moved aside to make room for her. After waiting a while without any movement, he curiously turned to look. She shyly pouted and said, "Um... I need you to hold me while I pee."

Zhao Zijie was both amused and exasperated, but he complied. He went behind her, supported her thighs with both hands, and lifted her up towards the toilet. Unexpectedly, she said again, "Um... I need you to tease me before I can pee."

He almost burst out laughing, whistling "shush...shush..."

like a mother teasing a child to pee. As soon as the whistle sounded, a jet of water gushed from her vagina, shooting forward in a silvery-white parabola, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, making a "ting-dong" sound in the toilet. After she finished peeing, Zhao Zijie teased, "Do you usually need someone to tease you when you pee? Doesn't your husband have any free time?"

She giggled, "You're so cheeky! I like you teasing me, you're so annoying!"

Her face flushed crimson, she buried it in his chest. Seeing the bathtub was almost full, he tossed her in, then climbed on top of her. The two of them entangled in the tub, water splashing everywhere, their bodies tumbling and turning in the waves like a pair of playful mandarin ducks. After a while, she told him to stand up, rubbed some soap on his penis, and then gently massaged it, carefully cleaning the foreskin and glans. Under her caress, his penis slowly hardened, becoming longer and larger, erect in her hand. She gasped in surprise, "Wow!" Within two minutes, the object before her eyes had more than doubled in size as if

by magic —it was simply unbelievable. She held up her fingers to measure; it was at least an inch and a half longer than her husband's, the glans larger and rounder, the veins on the foreskin bulging like countless bluish-purple tree roots surrounding the entire penis. She sighed inwardly: "I was so eager to stuff it into my vagina earlier, I hadn't truly appreciated it. This is a rare gem, one in a hundred! No wonder it brought me to such intense, exhilarating orgasms. If my husband had such a magnificent member, I wouldn't need to seek it elsewhere." Thinking this, she couldn't help but kiss it several times, her hands unwilling to let go, wishing she could swallow it whole. She truly loved it. Lost in her thoughts, her cheeks flushed again, a fire in her heart gradually burning down to her lower body. Feeling her vagina unbearably itchy again, she eagerly lay back, pulling him closer, her hands rubbing his hard penis against her labia. Seeing her wanton state, Zhao Zijie knew he had a new task; he wouldn't be able to escape until he satisfied her. Although he usually met many young girls on the beach, most of whom were willing to offer themselves, none of them could compare to this slut in front of him when it came to bed responsiveness and enjoyment of sex. Anyway, his little brother had been aroused by her, so why not do it? He needed it too! Seeing his glans touch her vaginal opening, he thrust his hips forward, their bodies coming together again. He wrapped his arms around her neck and began to thrust rapidly. In an instant, the small bathtub was filled with a romantic and erotic atmosphere. Zhao Zijie's constantly rising and falling buttocks caused the water in the tub to splash and soak the floor like a pond. He truly lived up to his reputation as a swimming champion. His movements resembled a butterfly stroke, with his waist constantly moving, rising and falling powerfully; then it was like a leisurely breaststroke, his legs braced against the tub wall, extending and retracting, allowing his penis free movement; then he would hold her sideways, penetrating her from behind, like swimming sideways, one hand occasionally reaching forward to fondle her breasts; when tired, he would lie down like a backstroke swimmer, the woman sitting on top, bouncing and tossing like a horse, lost in ecstasy. Lin Shiyin never imagined she could play so many moves in the bathtub, feeling a difference from in bed, more exciting, more novel. Seeing the surging waves in the tub, the two were immersed in the pleasure of carnal desire, their movements fluid and unrestrained. Zhao Zijie, suddenly aroused, finding he couldn't fully utilize his skills in the small bathtub, simply held her close to his chest again, rushing towards the bedroom. After placing her on the bed, I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge. Then, I bent her legs and spread them wide, her buttocks resting on the edge of the bed. Standing on the floor, my penis was at the same height as her vagina. I leaned forward and easily thrust in all the way. Holding her knees with both hands, I began to thrust my hips back and forth. Because this position required less effort, the frequency of my thrusts was naturally faster, and I fucked her harder. Each impact made her body tremble and bounce, her breasts swaying back and forth like water balloons. The exquisite spectacle of sexual intercourse was now laid bare before my eyes. The sight of the tender skin of the vagina being pulled in and out was crystal clear, and the sight of the vaginal fluids being squeezed out and gushing forth was even more captivating. The scene before my eyes was breathtaking, causing my penis to swell to the point of bursting. I felt my heart pounding and my breath quickening, my muscles tensing and hardening. I couldn't help but exert all my strength, thrusting as deep as I could, each stroke ensuring the glans touched the cervix. After one round of thrusting, I felt my glans go numb, my ejaculation was about to begin, and I knew I was about to give in. Lin Shiyin was breathless from his continuous thrusting, wave after wave of orgasms washing over her body. She was enveloped in a blissful, tingling pleasure, the sensations growing stronger with each thrust. Her nerves throbbed, causing her entire body to convulse and tremble. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, barely managing to utter a single syllable, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." The endless waves of orgasms rose and fell, overwhelming her. Her body moved with each thrust, like a caterpillar crawling on a branch. Finally, her body tensed, then suddenly relaxed, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing from her uterus. She then trembled violently as if chilled, her vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, like a small mouth constantly sucking at her penis. Zhao Zijie, eyes closed, was thrusting vigorously, preparing for his climax. He was massaging her vagina with a rhythmic squeezing and releasing motion, feeling incredibly comfortable. He felt every pore on his body open, his abdominal muscles tightening inwards. With a few shivers, spurts of semen shot out from his penis like arrows, all of it flowing into her still-contracting vagina. Both of them simultaneously let out a long breath and went limp. Zhao Zijie felt his legs go weak and trembled slightly, but he didn't want to pull his penis out immediately. So he leaned forward, grasping one of her breasts in each hand and gently kneading them, releasing the lingering afterglow of his orgasm. Although extremely unwilling, the slowly shrinking penis finally forced its way out of her vagina. Lin Shiyin immediately raised her lower body, pulling a pillow under her buttocks to prevent the precious semen from leaking out. She thought to herself: "I'm a machine that produces vaginal fluids, and you're a machine that produces semen. The first time, I couldn't save any and it all flowed out and wasted. Luckily, I anticipated this, and he still managed to ejaculate so much. If I want to get pregnant, I'll have to rely on this sticky fluid." Zhao Zijie saw her propping her buttocks up and staring blankly into thought, so he asked her curiously what she was doing. She told him the truth and joked, "I hope those sperm are also good swimmers like their fathers, obediently swimming into the uterus, then there'll be hope for conception." He was startled and hurriedly asked, "Sister-in-law, if you're really pregnant, won't Zhang Qiaosheng find out about our relationship? My father won't have any official status!" She laughed and said, "Oh, I'm already yours. Stop calling me 'sister-in-law' all the time, just call me by my name. Zhang Qiaosheng isn't necessarily infertile, just has weak sperm. When he finds out I'm pregnant, he'll probably think he's the one who had the baby, he'll be overjoyed! As for the child, we'll just have you as the godfather, that'll be perfect!" "You understand now?" Zhao Zijie replied, "I won't call you by your name anymore, I'll just call you my darling. Darling, now that you have a child, you've fulfilled your wish, so you don't need to talk to me anymore, right?" She tapped the tip of his nose with her finger, laughing non-stop, "Silly boy, you're jealous of your future son! From now on, whenever Zhang Qiaosheng isn't home, you're welcome to come anytime you want, I'm afraid you won't come!" Zhao Zijie was relieved after hearing her explanation, jumped back onto the bed, lay down next to her, and the two embraced again, kissing each other incessantly. The spring night was fleeting, and amidst their sweet intimacy, night fell unnoticed. Lin Shiyin, realizing they hadn't eaten all day while indulging in pleasure, got up and said to Zhao Zijie, "Look how useless I am! You're starving! You stay in bed and rest until I've prepared dinner. What would you like to eat today?" Zhao Zijie pulled her back to the bedside, held her in his arms, and said softly, "My darling, I want to eat you! Alright, no need to cook. Let's just grab something at the restaurant downstairs, that way we can save some time." "Let's be tender." She buried her head in her chest and replied sweetly, "Your words are like honey, so sweet and charming, every word you say touches my heart." She found a suit belonging to her husband in the closet and helped him put it on. While dressing herself in front of the mirror, she said to him, "After dinner, I'll make you some sweet soup. Since Zhang Qiaosheng won't be back until the day after tomorrow, you can sleep at my place for the next two nights!" The two quickly ate dinner at Hollywood Plaza downstairs and then returned home to continue their flirting. Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, the room was filled with spring; their deep affection was unspoken. Zhang Qiaosheng spent the entire morning finishing his work at the factory. During the workers' lunch break, he asked the factory driver to take him to the company dormitory. It was a two-story bungalow, a villa rented specifically for this employee who would be staying for two or three days. It was in the suburbs of Dongguan, a secluded area filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

As soon as he got off the bus, a smiling young woman greeted him, taking his briefcase from him. He turned and slipped a banknote into the driver's hand, telling him he could go back to the factory. Then, he put his arm around her swaying waist and led her into the house. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, she handed him a steaming hot towel. While he was wiping his face, she knelt down, took off his leather shoes, and put on a pair of slippers. He put down the towel, took a cup of fragrant tea, loosened his tie, and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her cheek several times, making her giggle and hide in his arms.

Her name was Lily, eighteen years old, with delicate features, red lips, and white teeth, from Hubei. She was dressed fashionably, with long, flowing hair, delicately drawn eyebrows, and a touch of rosy red on her lips, her complexion typical of a northern girl with a fair complexion and rosy cheeks. It was a year ago. One evening, Zhang Qiaosheng finished work at the factory and was dragged by several fellow workers to a disco in the city. Soon, he was drawn to a young woman nearby.

She exuded youthful energy, her oval face and sweet smile were captivating. She had a short waist, long legs, a full bottom, and a prominent bust, like a ripe peach. As she swayed with her dance, even through her clothes, one could feel her breasts bouncing. Her round buttocks, taut in her tight jeans, swayed to the music. While secretly enjoying his ice cream, he was encouraged by his colleagues to approach her under the pretense of striking up a conversation, only to be startled by her enthusiasm. Upon learning he was from that factory, she not only readily agreed to be his friend but also pressed herself tightly against him during their slow dance, her breasts pressing against him so much he could barely breathe. Finally, with mutual consent, they hit it off immediately, and that very night he took her back to his villa for the night. Their passionate encounter and intimate moments lasted all night.

Her enthusiastic response and cooperative nature in bed completely captivated him. The experience was entirely different from his routine with his wife, and this one night of passion made him succumb to her charms. The next day, as she was leaving, Zhang Qiaosheng slipped a thousand Hong Kong dollars into her handbag, saying reluctantly, "How will I find you next time I come back?"

She giggled, "Thank you! You're so kind. Anyway, when you're away on business, no one takes care of you, and you don't even get a drop of soup. If you don't mind, let me be your mistress, and you'll have someone to serve you every time you come back!"

He was delighted and readily accepted her as his mistress, what people commonly call a "second wife." During his few days away on business in the county town, he indulged in her tenderness in his luxurious home, completely forgetting his troubles.

Coming to his senses, he felt an increasing tenderness for her. While kissing her, his hands also became restless. Seeing her nestled against him like a little bird, he slipped his hands inside her clothes, gently caressing her smooth breasts. Lily lightly slapped his chest: "You impatient lecher! Look at you, you've been working hard all day, covered in sweat. Go take a shower, the towel and underwear are on the stool, let me get you some soup."

Zhang Qiaosheng quickly took a shower, not even putting on underwear, and while drying himself with the towel, he quietly walked behind her, suddenly picked her up, and headed straight for the bedroom. She kicked her legs wildly, complaining, "Oh dear! Look how hasty you are, you almost spilled the soup, ruining my plans. It's not like I didn't want you to come, what were you rushing for?"

She giggled and pounded his chest with her little fists. Without replying, he rolled onto the bed with her, sealing her mouth with his own until she could no longer make a sound.

He reached behind her, pulling down her dress, and with both hands, he yanked the sleeves forward, revealing a pair of large, white, round breasts that bounced out with a "plop," swaying from side to side as she struggled. He cupped one breast in his hands, pressing down with his palms until the nipple, like a small red date, bulged upwards, high and tender, tempting to look at. He moved his mouth from her cherry-like lips to her nipple, kissing it gently until it swelled and hardened, then licking it with his tongue and gently biting it with his teeth, while his hands kneaded and rubbed her breast from side to side, arousing her to the point of unbearable desire. Her waist twisted and turned, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and hot breath escaping from her nostrils. He attacked her other breast in the same way, while bending one leg and hooking her panties with his toes. He kicked down, pulling the small strip of fabric down to his feet. Lily swung her leg and fell off the bed.

Zhang Qiaosheng moved to her thighs, bent her legs, and spread them apart, revealing a plump vulva. She took the opportunity to take off her clothes, lying naked, allowing him to do as he pleased without any hindrance. Zhang Qiaosheng used his fingertips to spread her red labia minora, put his fingertip in his mouth, dabbed some saliva, and then slowly rubbed it against her clitoris, as if giving it a massage. In no time, her already wet vulva became even more aroused, and her juices gushed out like a burst dam, soaking her lower body.

Her vulva was different from Lin Shiyin's. Her pubic hair was sparse, like that of a girl who had just developed puberty, with only a small tuft on her mons pubis. The inside of her labia was completely hairless, so smooth that it was almost invisible. Her labia minora were shorter but lighter in color, pink, and had a charming little black mole. There was more tender skin at the vaginal opening, making it look like a fairy cave with multiple doors and windows. Her clitoris was particularly different, with a head so large that it couldn't even be covered by the surrounding tubular tender skin. It protruded outward like a small glans, delicate and exquisite, like a red bean from the south, enough to make anyone who saw it dizzy.

Lily's barren area was now being caressed until it was numb and indescribable. Her waist moved upwards and downwards, and she murmured moaning without any pain: "Ah...ah...it's so itchy...it feels so good...ah...ah...good brother...come and give me...to stop the itch...ah...ah..."

As she cried out, she reached down to his crotch and used her five fingers to grip and stroke his penis. Zhang Qiaosheng felt his foreskin being stroked up and down, rubbing his glans until it felt incredibly pleasurable. His penis grew harder and harder, as solid as an iron rod. Unable to resist any longer, he knelt between her legs, placing her thighs on his own. His glans was already touching the entrance to her vagina. Then, he thrust forward with all his might, hearing a soft "thud," and his hot, throbbing penis was instantly buried all the way into her warm, moist vagina. 03-30

Chapter 277 The Pleasures of Adultery Part Four

Then he saw Lily open her mouth, her eyes narrowed into slits, and let out a long, satisfied "Oh..."

sound, feeling incredibly comfortable. Before he could even thrust, Lily had already taken the lead, her buttocks rubbing back and forth, side to side. The layers of tender skin around his penis at the entrance of her vagina relentlessly rubbed against it, the muscles inside contracting and relaxing with her vaginal muscles. It felt as if his glans was being sucked by a warm, wet mouth, creating a unique sensation. So he paused, taking the opportunity to look down and watch, letting her have her fill. Before him, his penis, thick and powerful, was inside her narrow vagina, stretching it to its limit. Thin strands of white, lustful fluid squeezed out from the crevice, slowly flowing towards her perineum, then pooling on the sheets beneath her buttocks, staining them with a circular wet patch. He let her rub like this for a while, until he felt her pace slowing and her strength waning, then he positioned himself, using the power he had gathered, and thrust in with a powerful, controlled thrust, penetrating all the way in. Then, he braced himself on the bed with both hands, his lower body moving rapidly up and down in a rhythmic pumping motion.

Lily, already on the verge of climax, quickly reached her climax with a barrage of thrusts, accelerating her arrival. Beneath his undulating hips, she was like a delicate begonia in a storm, her branches and leaves scattered, utterly defenseless. Xiao trembled uncontrollably, using her last strength to cry out intermittently, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." accompanying

his rhythm. As she cried out, her whole body suddenly tensed, she clung to his waist, trembling violently. A series of rhythmic waves from her lower abdomen released a torrent of vaginal fluid, spraying it out from between her legs, soaking his scrotum as if it had been pulled from water.

Seeing her panting beneath him, Zhang Qiaosheng pressed his advantage, thrusting even harder, pulling his penis to the entrance and then plunging it all the way in. With his mechanical movements, there were "slap, slap" sounds of flesh colliding, and "squeak, squeak" sounds of overflowing vaginal fluid, mixed with "oh...wah...oh...wah..."

half-dead moans. The sounds of water and flesh entered the ears, making one inexplicably excited.

Zhang Qiaosheng was also puzzled: the same penis, which had been unresponsive this morning, was now miraculously functioning. Taking advantage of the situation, he spread her legs wide with his waist, straddled her, grabbed her shoulders from behind, thrust his penis in forcefully, and pulled her shoulders down. Without the recoil, her plump cunt pressed hard against his penis, making a loud "smack" sound. Then he began to thrust in and out rapidly, like a thunderbolt sweeping across her, as if determined to flatten her. Her labia minora and clitoris were already engorged and hard, and the relentless pressure from the base of his penis created a numbing and tingling sensation. Inside her vagina, the ridges of his erect penis scraped against her skin, causing an unbearable itch. She was completely lost in pleasure, every cell in her body throbbing with a current of ecstasy. Her nerve endings twitched incessantly, and she felt breathless, her ten fingers frantically clawing at his back like a drowning person clutching a lifebuoy.

Zhang Qiaosheng, infected by her wantonness, became increasingly energetic and faster, like a never-ending engine, relentlessly pushing forward. The frequency of their moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding accelerated, becoming a continuous, almost incessant roar that echoed throughout the small room. He repeatedly arched and bent his body, his penis moving in and out with each thrust, the glans sending waves of indescribable pleasure to his brain, making him completely lose control. Suddenly, a massive wave of climax crashed over him. He shuddered violently,

letting out a loud "Ah..." as his glans gushed out spurts of hot semen, shooting straight into the depths of her vagina like arrows. Lily

cried out in unison, "Ah..." as well, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her fingernails dug deep into the muscles of his back, dragging down from his shoulders to his waist, leaving ten red welts. Then,

stillness descended. The two embraced, motionless, gazing sweetly at each other, breathing heavily. A sticky fluid continued to flow from the point where their genitals met, but they ignored it, remaining in that position, one above the other, glued together, continuing to savor the slowly fading pleasure. After lying there for more than ten minutes, Lily gently got up, patted his now-shrunken, adorable penis, and said to him, "Sweetheart, if you keep going like this, I'm afraid you'll kill me. Lie down and rest for a while before eating." She got

out of bed, wrung out a hot towel, carefully wiped the semen-covered penis clean, then pulled a thin blanket over him before putting on her clothes and going to the kitchen to prepare.

Soon, she had heated up the pre-cooked food, handed Zhang Qiaosheng a set of pajamas to change into, and the two sat down around the table. Just as Lily was about to bring the hot soup to his lips, her pager started beeping incessantly. A quick call back to the headquarters revealed that the company chairman, Zhang Shuhan, had just arrived at the branch factory to inspect business and was asking him to hurry back and greet him. Zhang Qiaosheng dared not delay. He quickly finished his lunch, and the driver's car was already parked at the door. Wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, he got into the car. It was almost evening when he finished introducing the factory's situation and breathed a sigh of relief. In the conference room, the chairman asked him, "This is my first time back at the branch factory. Could you suggest a good restaurant nearby? I need to rush back after dinner."

Zhang Qiaosheng was eager to have the opportunity to demonstrate his competence to the chairman, but considering he had already eaten plenty of delicacies, a simple home-cooked meal would be more special. She said to him, "The dishes at the restaurant are all the same, I'm tired of them. How about something lighter? If you don't mind, please come to my humble abode and let my wife cook some of her specialties for you."

The chairman thought to himself, "That makes sense. It's been over two years since my wife and children immigrated to Canada, and I haven't had a home-cooked meal in ages." He replied, "Sure, let me try your cooking, sister-in-law. I just bought a bottle of foreign liquor at customs; I'll bring it to your house as a souvenir!"

Zhang Qiaosheng called Lily to instruct her to make the preparations, and then he and the chairman left the factory together. In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the car stopped in front of the villa. As soon as the chairman was led inside and seated, Lily came out of the kitchen with a cup of fragrant tea. She had changed into a black lace coat, and her off-white bra was faintly visible through the fabric. Her face was lightly made up, making her even more alluring. The table was already set with food. She took off her apron and gestured for the chairman to sit down, handing him a hot towel. In slightly broken Cantonese, she said, "It's a rare treat for the chairman to grace us with his presence. This is just a simple meal; I don't know if it suits your taste, but please make yourself at home and don't stand on ceremony!"

Zhang Shuhan, in his forties, wore gold-rimmed glasses. As is typical of middle age, he had a small belly and a mustache, making him look much older. However, due to his love of sports in his youth, his muscles were still well-developed, rivaling those of a young man. Turning around, he noticed that Lily was wearing short mini-trousers under her apron, the two round, white, smooth mounds of her plump buttocks peeking out from the sides of the legs. He couldn't help but stare, his mind wandering, until she sat down beside him, finally calming down. He opened the bottle of liquor, poured three glasses, and said to her, "I'm sorry to bother you today. Sister-in-law, you are truly beautiful and skillful. Let me toast you first."

Lily quickly raised her glass in return, "Not at all, not at all, Chairman, you flatter me. Please, pick up your chopsticks."

Through her raised sleeve, Shuhan could just catch a glimpse of half of her breasts. Her tender, white breasts were firm and full, like two large buns. Her bra couldn't fully cover them, revealing half of her alabaster-like spheres. The deep cleavage squeezed out from the center of the spheres was clearly visible through the neckline of her clothes. Before he even took a sip of the liquor, he swallowed several times. After the liquor went down his throat, he felt even more hot all over, and his heart pounded like a deer. While she went into the kitchen to get rice, he took off his suit jacket and whispered to Zhang Qiaosheng, "You're really cunning, secretly keeping a pretty girl hidden away. You know how to enjoy life! I've heard that northern girls have fair skin and smooth flesh, and it's true. Look at your figure, it's truly first-rate! Big at the top and bottom, small in the middle,

just like a guitar. I bet you're pretty good in bed too!" Zhang Qiaosheng didn't know how to answer, so he changed the subject: "People say that a girl with a good figure is like a gourd, not a guitar."

He laughed: "Think about it, what's the difference between a gourd and a guitar? One has a hole at the bottom, the other doesn't."

Zhang Qiaosheng suddenly realized and laughed along with him. At that moment, Lily put a bowl of rice in front of Shuhan. He secretly reached out a hand, went behind her, and gently pinched her plump buttocks. The sudden action startled Lily, but out of respect for Zhang Qiaosheng, she pretended nothing had happened and lowered her head to eat. In truth, Zhang Qiaosheng had witnessed everything from beginning to end. He could already guess what the chairman wanted from his lecherous gaze, but Lili was still his woman, and he couldn't simply offer her up.

Then he saw Shuhan clinging to Lili, desperately urging her to drink, grabbing her hand and foot when she refused, almost forcing her to drink. A pang of jealousy rose in his heart, and the more he watched, the more resentful he felt. Before he knew it, he had downed a large glass of foreign liquor. Halfway through the meal, all three were slightly tipsy, their faces flushed, but the atmosphere was surprisingly less tense. Shuhan put his hand on Lili's shoulder and said to Zhang Qiaosheng, "I know you've always been loyal to the company. Director Li at headquarters is retiring next month, and I plan to have you replace him. Whether it succeeds or not depends on your performance."

The implication was clear. Zhang Qiaosheng also had his own calculations. He thought that while Lili was good, a man ultimately prioritizes his career, and besides, with money in his pocket, he wouldn't lack women. Anyway, Lily was someone he met in a brothel, not his real wife. Once he became the director, the line of women would probably stretch as long as a street. Gritting his teeth, he decided to go with the flow, using Lily as bait to carry out his honey trap.

While Shuhan was in the restroom, he pulled Lily aside to give her his instructions. After listening, she said shyly, "How can that be! Whether it's real or fake, I'm practically your wife. Even if I agreed, aren't you afraid of being cuckolded?"

Zhang Qiaosheng comforted her, "Of course I wouldn't want that. This time, it's a one-time exception. I'll give you a big gold bar when I come back next week. Are you satisfied now? When I become the director, you'll get even more benefits."

Actually, Lily also had her own calculations: She was only doing this for money anyway, and finding a good partner was only natural. Honestly, it's all the same who you're with—lying in bed, letting a penis shove inside you a few times. What difference does one or two penises make? She bumped her butt against Zhang Qiaosheng and said in a coquettish voice, "Let's make this clear first, it was your idea. Don't use me as a stepping stone in the future, and just throw me away after you're done with me."

Hong Sheng nodded and agreed to everything.

As soon as Shu Han came out of the restroom, Lily rushed up to him, saying in a flirtatious tone, "Oh! Chairman, it's all your fault, I almost got you drunk. Feel my body, it's so hot!"

As she spoke, she pulled his hand to her face. Shu Han couldn't have been happier, gently stroking her fair face and unwilling to let go. Seeing that the chairman was falling into the trap, Zhang Qiaosheng pretended to suddenly remember something, muttering to himself, "Oh no! I rushed back and forgot a few documents at the factory. I have to go get them right away, otherwise the chairman won't have time to bring them back." He

put on his coat under the pretext and hurriedly rushed out the door.

Shu Han's hands moved lower and lower, becoming increasingly unruly, slithering down her neck like a snake. Lily wrapped her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and let him do as he pleased. Her breath, thick with the smell of alcohol, escaped her lips as she rubbed against his crotch. Gradually, she felt her little thing inside her inflate like a balloon. Seeing her half-hearted resistance, Shu Han boldly reached out and pressed his hands against her breasts, grabbing and kneading them vigorously. After a while, he simply lifted her outer garment, grabbed her bra, and pulled it up. Two large, round breasts, like rubber balls, sprang out, emitting a fragrant aroma, swaying before his eyes. Shu Han's eyes widened, his breathing suddenly quickened, and the lenses of his glasses fogged up from the heat. He quickly took them off and set them aside, his ten fingers cupping and kneading each breast, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Lily let him caress her at will, comfortably tilting her head back and moaning softly. Her nipples hardened with each squeeze in his palms, standing proudly erect, red like two freshly picked cherries. Shuhan couldn't resist bending down and taking one into his mouth, licking and teasing it with his tongue, or sucking hard, feeling as if he had become a child again, suddenly transformed back into an infant nestled in his mother's arms, nursing. Lily received his relentless pinching and sucking assault, her whole body tingling with an unbearable itch, her slender waist twisting and turning like a snake, her moans growing louder and louder, turning into

cries of "Ah...ah...ah..." Her hands slid from his waist to between his thighs, pressing against his bulging mounds and kneading them desperately, feeling his penis throbbing incessantly, as if trying to break free of its restraints.

In the chaos, Lily's outer clothes and bra had been stripped off by Shuhan at some point. Her bare upper body, originally fair and rosy, was now a flushed pink, whether from the alcohol or from the pleasure of the man's caresses, causing it to become engorged. In a hazy state, she felt Shuhan's wet and hot tongue leave her breast and continue moving downwards, wandering around her navel. The sensation of her navel being licked was unique, both itchy and tingling, making her feel like she was being bitten by insects, her pores wide open, her lower abdomen twitching in waves, her vulva becoming slippery, and slowly some vaginal fluid seeping out, making her panties stick to her labia, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

As if knowing that she was suffering from the fluid, Shuhan immediately pulled down her mini-panties and panties at the same time, finally freeing her desperately pent-up vulva, exposing it nakedly before him. Except for a small tuft of pubic hair on her mons pubis, her plump, white vulva was completely bare, revealing everything without any covering. Her two large labia majora were snow-white and full, like a large, white steamed bun at a wedding banquet; sandwiched between them were two bright red, tender labia minora, like the fleshy petals of a giant clam, with a small part protruding delicately outwards. At the ends of these petals hung a few glistening drops of vaginal fluid, ready to drip, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked. He first licked around her vulva a few times with the tip of his tongue, then moved to her labia minora, licking the few drops of sweet, sticky fluid onto his tongue, savoring them before swallowing.

Lily held his head in her hands, pulling and scratching her hair wildly, turning her once neatly combed hair into a bird's nest. Shuhan straightened up, swept her up in his arms, and carried her towards the bedroom. Reaching the bedside, he gently placed her on the edge, then quickly stripped off all his clothes, standing naked before her. Lily glanced between his legs—

good

heavens! A bright red penis stood erect, pointing straight forward, nodding up and down like an enraged snake. Although its thickness was similar to Zhang Qiaosheng's, the glans was enormous, swollen and round, like a mallet striking a gong. She was shocked, unable to imagine how her narrow vagina could accommodate it. She quickly used her fingers to pull her labia minora apart, helping him align with the opening to avoid injuring the skin with careless thrusting.

If it were a young man, his blood would already be boiling, and he would plunge in without hesitation. Shu Han, however, was gentle and unhurried. He knelt by the bed, spreading her thighs apart, then lowered his head between her legs, extending his tongue to attack her wide-open vulva. His experience clearly made a difference; his tongue touched only the most sensitive areas. He first carefully licked her labia minora, then took one into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth, pulling it outwards, and then releasing it. The labia snapped back into place with a "pop," like playing with a flexible rubber. He used the same method on both labia, watching the tender skin rise and fall with each touch, making soft, rhythmic sounds. Lily's vulva had never been played with like this before; it felt both novel and special, and her juices flowed more and more, turning her vulva into a flooded paradise. Having

had his fill of playing with her labia minora, Shu Han turned his attention to her clitoris. The little red bean was already hard, its entire pale pink tip exposed, glistening. Shu Han curled his lips into a trumpet shape, took the tender tip into his mouth, and sucked hard like sucking on a snail. The clitoris was pulled into his mouth, becoming long and almost pulled out. Lily's whole body jerked as if she had been electrocuted, and she jumped up. After sucking for a few times, her entire vagina felt like it was on fire, burning hot. She wished he would immediately stuff that mallet into her vagina to relieve the itching. She pleaded, "Chairman... hurry... ah... oh... I can't hold it in... it's so uncomfortable..."

Shu Han then left the clitoris and moved his mouth to the vaginal opening. He circled the small hole with the tip of his tongue while continuing to rub the clitoris with the mustache on his lip. The tip of the mustache was like a brush, gently rubbing back and forth on the tender flesh, sometimes piercing into the crevices, making it even more itchy. His warm, wet tongue brought all the flowing vaginal fluid into his mouth, and even if more or faster flowed, it couldn't keep up with him. Lily was attacked from both sides simultaneously, feeling intense sensations from both, leaving her disoriented and convulsing. Gasping for breath, she pleaded, "Please...come in quickly...I'm going crazy from the pain..."

Seeing that he had exhausted all her desire, Shuhan felt his penis was as hard as an iron rod. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled away, aimed his large glans at her wet opening, and thrust in forcefully. With

a "squelch," his entire penis disappeared in one smooth motion. Lily's cervix was violently struck by his glans, her whole body aching, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!"

She trembled several times, clinging to his waist, her once-dry vulva now overflowing with lustful fluids. She casually grabbed his waist, pushing and pulling him, moving his penis in and out of his stretched vagina until the discomfort inside him turned into boundless pleasure, waves of which washed over her. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief and say sweetly, "As expected, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. You've made my little one feel so good! Chairman, no wonder men like to grow mustaches, it turns out they're specifically for dealing with girls." He replied,

"Who says I'm old? Look at my little brother, and you'll know I'm still got it. How can a young punk compare to me? We've already had our union, so from now on, stop calling me Chairman and just call me Little Zhang!"

Lily almost burst out laughing, thinking, "Almost fifty years old, and still calling me Little Zhang." He said, "Calling me Xiao Zhang is too formal. It's better to call me Sweetheart! Sweetheart, hurry up and fuck me with your big cock. You've made my cunt so uncomfortable. If you don't fix it up, don't blame me for ignoring you in the future." Without saying a word, Shu Han took a deep breath, straightened his waist, and began to thrust his penis in and out rapidly.

Standing by the bed to receive the pelvic bone was much easier for the older man. For a moment, the penis moved in and out of the vagina with unstoppable force, the labia opening and closing, the layers of tender skin at the entrance being pushed in and out by the penis – a truly captivating sight. The enormous glans swelled even more, pushing and pulling inside the vagina like a piston, grinding the vagina with intense pleasure, constantly sending out vaginal fluid, which the penis carried to the outside, grinding into a white semen, and then flowing back to the perineum; sometimes a sudden gush would erupt, spraying out from the crevice, splashing water everywhere, even wetting both of their thighs. The scrotum swayed back and forth with the body, causing the testicles to slap against the perineum, dripping with the vaginal fluid and splashing onto the bed.

The lustful couple engaged in intercourse with great passion, moaning loudly, their voices rising and falling in

a duet of "Oh...wah...oh...wah..." accompanied by the rhythm of the thrusting, a harmonious and harmonious union. When relaxed, they danced with joy; when tense, they huddled together, filling the room with a lively atmosphere, oblivious to the passage of time. Zhang Qiaosheng quietly sipped his coffee at the coffee shop across the street, glanced at his watch—more than an hour had passed since leaving the villa—and figured they should be done by now. He paid the bill and strolled back. Entering the living room, he saw the bedroom door ajar, and bras and panties scattered on the floor, confirming that Lily had successfully completed her mission. Just as he sat down on the sofa, he heard soft, whimpering sounds coming from the bedroom. He secretly admired the chairman's stamina; he was more robust than a young man. He turned on the television, lit a cigarette, and leaned back on the sofa to rest.

Inside the room, Shu Han thrust in and out over two hundred times in one go, leaving Lily dazed and limp, her body paralyzed, lying limply on the bed with her limbs spread wide, her lower body at his mercy. She no longer had the strength to cry out; she was like a dead woman, her body shifting back and forth with Shu Han's forceful thrusts, her large breasts swaying back and forth. Shu Han, seeing this, released his grip on her thighs and instead grabbed her breasts. Upon contact, he felt a firm yet soft, slippery texture, so he continued thrusting, grasping one breast in each hand and kneading them gently, lost in pleasure. Under this double assault, Lily experienced wave after wave of orgasms, too many to count. Her throat, already hoarse from shouting, suddenly erupted again, a series of gasps...

Strangely enough, these cries, though irregular and off-key, sounded like heavenly music to a man's ears, lingering for days, intoxicating and unforgettable. Shu Han, after a long period of thrusting, was beginning to feel his strength waning, a little tired. Her cries, however, were like a shot of adrenaline, rousing him to charge forward again, relentlessly. His hands gripped her breasts tightly, his lower body pumping wildly until his semen churned and surged forth, finally gushing forth. Countless streams of semen gushed out, one after another, as he convulsed and ejaculated, filling her vagina to overflowing overflowing depths.

Lily's cervix was simultaneously washed and impacted by the hot semen, and the unprecedentedly hard glans during ejaculation further amplified her orgasm, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, her whole body shuddering and unable to stop. With all her might, she cried out, "Sweetheart...I...I...I'm coming!"

Her legs gripped his waist, her hands clawed wildly behind her back, her head swayed from side to side, her eyes tightly shut, her teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, and her muscles tensed like a fully drawn bow.

After a series of spasms, she finally released her octopus-like limbs, letting out a sigh of relief, and collapsed motionless on the edge of the bed. Shuhan took the opportunity to lie on top of her, embracing her warm, soft body until his penis, trailing clumps of sticky semen, withdrew from his body. Only then did he climb onto the bed, tenderly embracing Lily and kissing her passionately. Fifteen minutes later, Lily broke free from Shuhan's bear hug and said to him, "Don't move, let me get a towel to clean you up."

The moment she stepped onto the ground, the semen that had accumulated in her vagina liquefied into a thin, pale, rice-water-like liquid, trickling down her thighs. She quickly grabbed two tissues from the dressing table and dabbed them at her opening, soaking them instantly. She tossed them into the trash can, grabbed two more, and covered herself with her hands before heading out.

As soon as she stepped out of the living room, she saw Zhang Qiaosheng leaning against the sofa. She hadn't expected him to return and was momentarily stunned. Realizing she was currently naked and covered in filth, she felt incredibly embarrassed. Remembering what had just happened, which he had obviously overheard outside, her face flushed crimson. Zhang Qiaosheng turned around and saw her standing blankly at the doorway, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her eyebrows furrowed, and two lines of white, sticky fluid hanging from the inside of her thighs, extending down to her knees. A trickle of fluid was still seeping from between her fingers from her vagina. Even an idiot like him remembered what had happened earlier. Seeing this, he felt a pang of jealousy and regretted his decision. But thinking that the bigger picture was more important, he pretended nothing was wrong and said to Lily, "Aren't you going to the bathroom to wash up?"

turning his face away from the television.

After cleaning herself in the bathroom, Lily grabbed a damp towel, slipped behind Zhang Qiaosheng into the bedroom, grabbed Shuhan's penis with one hand, pulled back the foreskin, and wiped the glans with the towel. She said to him, "Dong... ah... sweetheart, where did you get so much semen? I haven't even finished ejaculating yet! It's like three or four people's worth. You must have been holding it in for a long time, right?"

Shuhan replied shamefully, "To be honest, since my wife immigrated to Canada, I haven't been close to women for long. I don't usually go to prostitutes. What I gave you was a year's worth of stock!"

Lily was amused and giggled. She tapped his nose with her finger and said sweetly, "I don't believe it. You're so sweet-talking. I wonder how many girls you've fooled!"

Then she lay down in his arms.

Shu Han pinched one of her breasts with his five fingers, slowly caressing and kneading it, rubbing it while lightly rubbing his thumb against the nipple. The flesh in his arms was warm and smooth, fragrant and intoxicating. He secretly regretted that they had met so late, and he loved it like a child who had finally received a new favorite toy, feeling both satisfied and excited. Lily continued to caress and rub his breasts, and her heart gradually became itchy again. Her cheeks flushed and her breath became increasingly rapid, causing her plump buttocks to sway incessantly. She didn't care that Zhang Qiaosheng could hear her outside, and her moans grew louder and louder. Her newly cleaned breasts were once again overflowing with lustful fluids, becoming a wet patch.

Shu Han's penis, which had been like a deflated balloon, soft as a layer of skin, was now being rubbed and rubbed by her twisting and turning buttocks. A warm feeling rushed down from his heart, awakening it. Once it reacted, it couldn't be stopped, like air being pumped into a balloon, slowly swelling up. In the blink of an eye, as if by magic, the soft leather transformed into an iron rod, hardening and thrusting into her cleft. With the help of her vaginal fluids, it slipped unnoticed from behind into her vagina.

Shu Han, unable to resist, wanted to have a second round, willing to risk his life for his beauty, to once again cross the Jade Gate Pass with the spring breeze. He lifted one of her thighs with his hands, placing it on his waist, arching his body forward, so that his penis was perfectly positioned between her legs. He then stretched forward and gripped her breasts, using this as leverage, and thrust back and forth. His several-inch-long penis nimbly appeared and disappeared in her vagina, moving in and out with ease. Perhaps due to a natural endowment, his penis was also different: his penis erected first, and then during intercourse, the glans grew larger and larger. Although the glans was disproportionately large, it was a natural gift to women.

Lily's unbearably itchy vagina was instantly filled by the hot, hard cylinder, a sensation so pleasurable it felt like flying to heaven. She forgot her own name, instinctively using her strength to grip the penis tightly with her vaginal muscles, making the contact more intimate and the friction more sensitive, so that when they reached their climax together, they could experience unparalleled pleasure. Shuhan's penis was wrapped tightly in her vagina, like wearing a tailor-made flesh garment, allowing him to thrust freely and unrestrained within the tender tubules, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure. The few tender skins at the vaginal opening gripped the base of the penis like a rubber band, making it harder and harder. The glans also performed its special function, growing larger and larger, stretching the vaginal walls until they bulged. The edges of the flesh rubbed against the vaginal folds, transmitting boundless pleasure to both of them, making them tremble with pleasure.

Lily felt the penis thrusting faster and faster inside her vagina, the glans swelling larger and larger, and the arrival of orgasms becoming increasingly rapid. Before she could even process one, another would follow, and she felt overwhelmed, screaming desperately, "Oh...oh...sweetheart...little brother...you're so amazing...oh...oh...I...I...oh...I'm going to die...oh...don't stop...harder...yes...oh...I'm going to cum again! Oh...ah..."

She gripped his hands tightly, pressing them forcefully against her breasts, shivering a dozen times before turning her head away, gazing at Shu Han with infatuated eyes, and whispering, "Why are you getting more and more excited? You're even better at playing with me than a young man, almost making me burst too."

Before she could finish speaking, Shu Han had already moved her body so she was lying face down on the bed, then lifted her buttocks with his hands, spreading her thighs wide apart. Her snow-white, plump buttocks and bright red vulva were facing him directly, making him drool. Shu Han couldn't bear to waste time admiring her. He aimed his erect penis at the slit in her vulva and thrust in again. With one thrust, the pre-ejaculate fluid that hadn't had time to flow out was squeezed out with a "squeak," spraying all over his pubic hair, making the dark hair glisten with tiny pearl-like droplets of water. He cupped her plump buttocks with both hands, his lower body thrusting incessantly, rubbing his penis until it felt numb and pleasurable, sending waves of indescribable pleasure to her brain. Sweat soaked her entire body, streaming down her back, only to evaporate with her burning body heat, leaving nothing behind. All her strength was concentrated in one movement, knowing only to thrust, thrust, and thrust again, thrust...

Lily was almost exhausted from being fucked so hard that all her sensory nerves received only one message: the pleasure coming from her vagina; everything else was numb and insensitive. She didn't even notice when Shuhan turned her over. Now she was lying face up to the ceiling. Shuhan lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, his calves pushing against the bed behind him, his hands supporting her thighs, his buttocks rising and falling like waves, his penis continuing the same motion inside her vagina. Lily's lower body was lifted high, several inches off the bed, throbbing and swaying with each thrust, enduring the powerful impact of his large glans penis. She looked pitiful and helpless, her juices flying everywhere. Shu Han was like a pile driver, seemingly determined to drive that iron pillar into the hole without leaving an inch. As soon as the penis reached the entrance, he would immediately thrust it in deeply again, leaving no room for retreat, repeating this endlessly. Despite their thirty-year age difference, like a pear blossom pressing down on a crabapple, one was a young and vibrant woman, the other a seasoned veteran; their cooperation in bed was seamless, without any generation gap.

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body swelled with lustful fluids, her thighs swayed from the impact, and the two of them made excited noises. The bed creaked and groaned… The sounds mingled together, forming a beautiful symphony, rising and falling, melodious and lingering. Suddenly, the sound became deafening. The two were nearing their climax, about to reach a state of sublime intimacy and reap the rewards of their hard work. A dizzying flurry of movements ensued. Shuhan's glans swelled like an overinflated balloon, round and plump, ready to burst. The veins on his penis bulged, becoming prominent and intense, constantly amplifying the tingling sensation. Lily's labia minora, brimming with blood, opened wide like a hungry baby's mouth. Her clitoris stretched out long and erect, covered in spiderweb-like red veins. Her nipples turned a deep red, protruding upwards. All the sensitive areas gathered their pleasure, sending it all to her brain.

In an instant, a sudden numbness enveloped his glans, causing Shuhan to involuntarily arch his back, followed by a spasm of his muscles, his lower body pressing against her vulva. In a flash, billions upon billions of life seeds surged forth like a herd of wild horses released from their dam, rushing headlong through the penis towards the warm, moist cradle of life. Lily's entire body's nerve endings exploded simultaneously, pulsating rhythmically with each beat. The intense orgasm made her buttocks feel like they were equipped with powerful springs, constantly rising and falling, enthusiastically welcoming each surge of life, absorbing every drop. Her vagina contracted and relaxed incessantly, sucking up every last drop of the scalding semen.

As the orgasm slowly subsided, her tense muscles relaxed instantly, and she let out a long, relieved breath, followed by an indescribably comfortable languor, a feeling of inexplicable bliss. Like when your nose is unbearably itchy, suddenly tensing your entire body, taking a deep breath, and then forcefully sneezing to dispel the discomfort and replace it with a feeling of lightness and joy.

Outside the living room, Zhang Qiaosheng was uneasy from the lewd sounds emanating from the room. His heart was a jumble of emotions, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy. He fantasized about a wanton couple on the bed, their wanton behavior making him restless and agitated. He tried to drown out the noise by turning up the television volume, hoping to bury his head in the sand. But the light streaming through the crack in the door cast flickering shadows on the wall, like a suggestive shadow play, constantly reminding him that his beloved girlfriend was being pleasured by another man. Though his eyes were on the television, he couldn't concentrate.

After enduring a long ten minutes, Lily emerged from the living room carrying a thin blanket, her face flushed. She said to him, "Honey, I'm so sorry! After I've finished dealing with that old man, I'll take good care of you. Just ask, and I'll do anything. Understand, everything I've done is for you!"

Zhang Qiaosheng replied softly, "Even if it's for my own good, don't go to such lengths! It makes me feel so bad."

Lily said somewhat embarrassedly, "Sweetie, don't be childish. Here, the chairman said he can't make it back tonight and will have to sleep here. It's so unfair to you. Just lie on the sofa for the night. A real man can adapt; make do, okay?"

Zhang Qiaosheng reluctantly took the blanket.

Lying on the sofa, his mind racing, he couldn't close his eyes. It felt like countless insects were biting him, so he tossed and turned on the sofa, shifting constantly. Unexpectedly, a few moments later, unpleasant noises erupted from the room—sometimes murmuring, sometimes shouting—disturbing the mind and making it impossible to sleep. Lily's familiar lewd voices stabbed at his heart like sharp swords, causing him excruciating pain, yet his penis, uncontrollably erect, seemed to be infected by the urge to join the fray. After a while, he really wanted to sneak off to the nightclub across the street and find a girl to satisfy himself, but remembering he needed to conserve his "ammunition" for his wife when he returned home the day after tomorrow, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his desires. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he found a can of cold beer in the refrigerator, took a few big gulps, hoping it would cool him down and help him get through the night.

The people in the room were truly capable; they managed to engage in a non-stop, ecstatic battle throughout the long night, their wanton sounds echoing out of the living room. Zhang Qiaosheng pulled the covers over his head, but the noise couldn't stop it. He cursed inwardly: "You old fool, if you're going to be a womanizer, at least wait until I'm in the director's position before you die under the peony!" The television in front of him played a series of Cantonese films and old English movies, but the room still hadn't quieted down. He couldn't help but admire the chairman's sexual prowess; it was practically superhuman. Finally, as dawn approached, things gradually quieted down, and Zhang Qiaosheng drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

When Shu Han woke up, the sun was high in the sky. He barely moved, his limbs feeling like they were scattered, his whole body aching and weak. Pulling himself together, he saw that Lily in his arms had also opened her eyes. He got up, took five 1,000 Hong Kong dollar bills from his purse, and placed them on the dressing table. He said gently to her, "Darling, your sheets are a complete mess after a night's sleep. Don't bother washing them; here's a little money to get you a new set. If it's not enough, just let me know next time, and I'll bring you more. I didn't bring enough today, so consider it a small token!"

Lily put the money into the drawer, saying, "Oh! Boss, you're so generous! It doesn't cost that much to change a sheet." "Money! Besides, I'm not sleeping with you because I want your money. Otherwise, what kind of person would I be? I hope you'll take care of Zhang Qiaosheng in the future, then our one-night stand won't have been in vain."

He quickly replied, "Of course, of course, I'll take care of him, and you should take care of me too."

Lily rolled her eyes at him, gently pinched his crotch, and said, "You're still talking. Last night you almost killed me. My lower body is still aching. I didn't realize you were so good at it. Your skills are even better than a young man's."

This made Shu Han grin from ear to ear. While Lily helped him put on his clothes, he kissed her on the lips. If he weren't in a hurry to get back to the factory and finish the rest of his work, he wouldn't have wanted to leave at all.

After Lily finished washing up in the bathroom, she went to the living room to wake Zhang Qiaosheng and served him before watching the two of them leave together. Back at the factory, they both buried themselves in their work, as if nothing had happened, until the evening bell rang. Then Shuhan quietly approached Zhang Qiaosheng and whispered, "Lily's cooking is truly superb; the dishes she made yesterday were unforgettable. Besides, there's still half a bottle of liquor left. Tonight, I'd like to come to your house for dinner again, and we can all finish it. Give her a call so she can prepare."

Zhang Qiaosheng thought to himself: What's the real intention behind this? It's just an excuse to spend some more time with Lily. Looks like he'll be spending the night at home again. Occupying someone else's place—will he have to stay on the sofa again? To hell with it! He replied, "Okay! But I just got a long-distance call saying there's a problem with an order and they need me to go back and follow up. I'll call you back, but I won't be home for dinner."

Shu Han quickly answered, "Oh dear! What bad timing. You'd better hurry back. Business is important. I'll take care of Lily for you, don't worry!"

Zhang Qiaosheng thought to himself: Take care of my ass! You've even taken over the bedroom duties for me, what place am I supposed to put my feet on? He replied, "Then please, please! I'll find a chance to have a good drink with you when I get home!"

On the train, Zhang Qiaosheng tried his best to shake off his unpleasant mood, wanting to get home as soon as possible to be intimate with his wife. On one hand, he wanted to make up for the embarrassing scene caused by his poor performance the day before yesterday, and on the other hand, he wanted to imagine his wife as Lily and himself as the chairman, transferring the desire he couldn't express with Lily to Lin Shiyin, and regaining the sense of conquest that had been suppressed in his heart. He secretly hoped that his intercourse with Lin Shiyin would be as vigorous as his with Lily the day before, that his wife's vagina would be filled with his semen, and maybe this time he'd hit the mark, and they could become fathers next year. The more he

thought about it, the happier he became, wishing the train was moving too slowly. He never dreamed that his wife's vagina was indeed filled with semen, but unfortunately, it wasn't him who did it; someone else was doing it. For the past two days, Zhao Zijie and Lin Shiyin had spent almost all their time in bed, except for meals and bathroom breaks. He couldn't remember how many times they had intercourse, only that as soon as his penis got hard, he would insert it into her vagina, using every trick in the book until it ejaculated and went limp. Then Lin Shiyin would use both her hands and mouth to tease him, doing everything she could to make it erect, then insert it again, until it ejaculated and went limp, never giving Zhao Zijie a chance to catch his breath.

At this moment, Zhao Zijie's penis, slowly regaining its strength in Lin Shiyin's mouth, stood erect, tongue lolling out, ready for the next round. She leaned back gently, opening her legs to welcome Zhao Zijie's thrusts. He was still young and strong; although he had expended a lot of energy, his body, honed through years of exercise, made him a formidable opponent in bed.

Her vaginal opening was already overflowing with a thin, pale fluid, a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen, and his glans slid in effortlessly with a gentle nudge. He first pressed his pubic bone against her vulva, not in a hurry to thrust, but instead rotating his hips up, down, left, and right, causing his large penis to churn and swirl inside her vagina. Lin Shiyin's sensations were different from when she was being penetrated. The friction of his penis against the pubic hair at the base of her clitoris was both tingling and stimulating, much more intense than the mere collision sensation during penetration. Waves of intoxicating pleasure spread throughout her body, exhilarating every cell. It felt as if a ferocious beast was trapped inside her vagina, struggling and thrashing about in all directions, trying its best to break free. The vaginal walls bulged here and there, a wonderfully strange sensation.

After a while, he switched to a "nine shallow, one deep" technique, varying the movements, thrusting his penis about a third of the way from the entrance. That was the most densely packed area of nerve endings in the vagina, and the continuous friction caused not only a rapid and copious flow of vaginal fluid, but also stretched and pulled her labia minora apart, causing spasms like those during orgasm—a pleasure too exquisite to describe. After a few rubbing strokes, he suddenly thrust in with all his might, slamming the glans against her cervix. Lin Shiyin cried out in pain, her body trembling and momentarily dizzy. When she regained consciousness, she felt his penis rubbing against her vaginal opening again, then suddenly thrusting all the way in. She trembled again, feeling dizzy once more. He continued to thrust in and out, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, her thighs involuntarily spreading wider to allow him more skill in his movements; her vagina opened wide, allowing him to penetrate even deeper and more thoroughly, intensifying her pleasure.

Her vagina made a "plop" sound as he thrust in and out, spraying her juices everywhere, soaking the sheets until almost nothing was dry, leaving patches of filth that clearly recorded the intense battle of the past two days. Lin Shiyin's eyes rolled back, her head swaying wildly from side to side, like a delicate flower being blown about in a typhoon. For a moment, his mind went blank, leaving all space for the pleasure being delivered, storing it up little by little, preparing for a grand explosion when it was full, so that the earth-shattering climax would come in full force. His hands grabbed wildly, pulling whatever he could find to his side and kneading it into a ball. After two days of countless sexual encounters, Zhao Zijie, though strong and healthy, was still just a flesh-and-blood body. With each thrust, his legs gradually felt weak, and exhausted, he thought that this marathon of intercourse should come to an end.

So he no longer cared about playing any fancy moves, using the last of his strength, mustering his remaining courage, and increasing the speed of his thrusts, making his penis move in and out of the vagina rapidly. In this round of charging into battle, both of them were extremely tense, Lin Shiyin even kicked her legs straight up in the air, her hands holding his waist, pushing and pulling forcefully in rhythm with him. She stopped shouting and instead clenched her teeth, her body trembling in waves, preparing to receive the power of orgasm.

Zhao Zijie's muscles were taut like a tightly wound spring, his penis swollen and hard with blood, delivering endless pleasure to its owner with each thrust, as if rewarding his efforts.

In an instant, both of them were soaked in sweat, like drowned rats, the ceaseless movements scattering it everywhere. Lin Shiyin's vaginal fluids had been flowing abundantly from beginning to end, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, while poor Zhao Zijie worried that after ejaculating again and again, he wouldn't have enough to last, or if there would be anything left to ejaculate. Before he could think further, his glans tingled, and his hips thrust powerfully. The semen already brimming inside him gushed forth like a high-pressure spray gun: with each thrust, a jet of liquid shot from the tip, shooting into Lin Shiyin's vagina, which was tightly embracing him. The freshly produced semen was transferred from his body to hers in waves, not a drop remaining.

The two embraced passionately, wildly enjoying the immense pleasure of this semen transfer. Their reproductive organs vibrated in perfect unison, celebrating the completion of the exchange of the source of human life.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, and Zhang Qiaosheng, beaming with excitement, appeared in the doorway, witnessing Zhao Zijie ejaculating into Lin Shiyin's vagina. The air froze. The three men stared at each other, frozen like a television set on a still frame, motionless for several minutes. If Zhao Zijie and Lin Shiyin were stunned into silence by Zhang Qiaosheng's early return, then Zhang Qiaosheng was utterly dumbfounded by what he saw. He couldn't believe his eyes, hoping it was a hallucination caused by lack of sleep the night before: his closest and most beloved wife, and his most trusted and deepest friend, were actually having an affair behind his back! Witnessing this live sex show unfolding before him, he felt as if a huge green hat had been placed over his head, almost suffocating him, making it hard to even breathe. A powerful surge of jealousy welled up from the bottom of his heart, turning into a raging fire. The sight of the adulterous couple made him lose all control; he threw his briefcase to the ground and punched Zhao Zijie in the chest. But his fist stopped just two or three inches from his chest. He knew that if they really fought, he was no match for Zhao Zijie, who was half a head taller and more muscular. Although he knew Zhao Zijie was in the wrong and had probably used up a lot of energy in bed, he figured they would both end up injured. So his fist became a finger, and he pointed at the door: "Get out of here right now! Our friendship is over! Don't ever show your face in front of me again!"

Zhao Zijie quickly pulled his still-erect penis out of Lin Shiyin's vagina, jumped back to the ground, and his semen-covered penis swayed back and forth, spilling several drops of white, sticky fluid onto the bed. Zhang Qiaosheng, seeing this, was even more enraged. He grabbed Zhao Zijie's underwear from the bedside table and threw it into the living room, yelling, "Get out! Get out now!"

Like a defeated rooster, Zhao Zijie dejectedly picked up his clothes, then retrieved the rest from the sofa. Holding them in one hand and his shoes in the other, he didn't even bother to put them on before dashing out the door like a gust of wind.

Zhang Qiaosheng, his eyes blazing with fury, rushed over to Lin Shiyin and, without a word, slapped her twice across the face, leaving her cheeks burning. Caught in the act, she was naturally speechless, only able to clutch a pillow tightly to her chest, tears welling in her eyes, cowering in the corner of the bed, trembling with fear. Zhang Qiaosheng, blinded by rage, had no mercy for her. Just as he was about to lash out, he saw a white liquid slowly flowing from between her legs, dripping onto the bed and forming a puddle that glistened under the light. His anger intensified, and he snatched the pillow, slapping Lin Shiyin twice more across the face, knocking her back onto the bed. He turned and found several ties in the wardrobe, binding her hands firmly to the iron posts on either side of the headboard, immobilizing her upper body. He threw his coat on the floor, jumped onto the bed, and forcefully spread her legs apart, exposing her wet, exposed vulva. He roared, "You filthy bitch! Let me see your lewdness, see how much pleasure you give someone!"

After two days of prolonged intercourse, Lin Shiyin's vulva, penetrated countless times by Zhao Zijie, was now slightly swollen. Her labia minora were vibrant, like they were painted with lipstick, and her dark pubic hair was covered in a sticky, white fluid, a greasy mess. What angered Zhang Qiaosheng most was that the semen Wen Wei had just ejaculated inside was now slowly flowing out, fueling his rage and intensifying his jealousy. Lin Shiyin understood his feelings, but the place she least wanted him to see was exposed to him, laid bare before him, making her so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She kicked and stretched her legs, trying to break free of his grasp and squeeze them together, hoping it would make her feel better.

Seeing her struggle, Zhang Qiaosheng simply picked up a few more ties and tied her feet to the iron post at the foot of the bed. Lin Shiyin was now lying in the middle of the bed, spread-eagled, unable to move, her buttocks rubbing against the bed as she swayed her hips. Zhang Qiaosheng was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the kitchen. When he returned, he was carrying a large eggplant, which Lin Shiyin had bought to make his favorite dish, fish-fragrant eggplant. Zhang Qiaosheng tossed it in his hand, parted her labia with one hand, and thrust the eggplant inside her with the other.

With a scream of "Wah...", Lin Shiyin's vagina felt like it had been torn open, filled to bursting. The opening was almost as wide as a can of cola, stretched to the point of bursting. The pain made her break out in a cold sweat, silently screaming for help. She never imagined that her usually doting husband would become a completely different person when blinded by rage. Zhang Qiaosheng cursed, "Slut! You filthy!...Fine, you like it? I'll give you your fill now! You'll regret it!"

as he forcefully shoved the eggplant deeper into her vagina. With a "squeak," the large amount of semen that Zhao Zijie had just ejaculated inside was squeezed out and sprayed onto Zhang Qiaosheng's hand, where drops stuck. He added fuel to the fire, completely losing his mind, wiping the sheets with the back of his hand, and then using all his strength to shove the eggplant back and forth into her vagina, thrusting in and out relentlessly. The eggplant was two or three times thicker than his penis. Forced inside, it stretched his vagina to the point of unbearable pain, making pleasure impossible. Adding to the discomfort was the haphazard thrusting, causing Lin Shiyin unbearable pain. She tried to twist and turn to avoid it, but her limbs were tightly bound, leaving her no escape. She endured the eggplant's relentless thrusting, screaming, "Ouch...it hurts so much...please...have mercy on me...I'll never do it again!"

Tears streamed down her face, her lower body writhing in agony. Zhang Qiaosheng's anger hadn't subsided. He chuckled wickedly, "Feels good, doesn't it?...It feels good, doesn't it?...Did you scream like that when you gave it to me?...Even an eggplant is better than him...Enough fun? Shameless!" He

pushed and pulled a few more times, then with a "thud," pulled it all the way out. The purple eggplant, covered in semen, had turned a pale white, unrecognizable. Lin Shiyin suddenly felt an emptiness inside her vagina, gasped, and relaxed. Zhang Qiaosheng's anger subsided somewhat after torturing her, but he was still unsatisfied, plotting how to teach her a lesson she would never forget. Seeing him

stop, Lin Shiyin assumed his anger had subsided and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, seeing him walk out of the hall, she struggled to break free. But after only a few movements, she saw him return to the room, holding a sharp awl. A sense of foreboding washed over her, but she didn't know what he wanted. Terrified, she screamed, "Zhang Qiaosheng, are you crazy? You…you…you…what do you want to do?"

Zhang Qiaosheng didn't answer. He sat on the edge of the bed, took a lighter from his pocket, and heated the awl over the fire. Lin Shiyin couldn't guess what he was up to. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at him, almost urinating in fear.

Zhang Qiaosheng heated the awl until it was scorching hot, then sat between Lin Shiyin's legs, saying with a forced smile, "Hehe! Scared? How could you not be scared when you were seducing men? Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, I'm just leaving a mark on you so that you'll remember you've cheated on me whenever you see it. Of course, you'll have to pay the price!"

With his left hand, he pinched one of her labia minora, pulling it outwards until it looked like a translucent pink rubber sheet, filled with tiny blood vessels, when viewed in the light. With his right hand, he held the sharp awl and stabbed it into the center of her delicate labia. Lin Shiyin let out

a long scream, "Ah!..." and at the same time, a "sizzle" sound came from her labia, and a small puff of white smoke rose. In an instant, a small hole was pierced through it, the area around it slightly charred by the hot awl, but no blood flowed out. Lin Shiyin shuddered in pain, her back covered in cold sweat, her body trembling uncontrollably. Before the pain had subsided, seeing Zhang Qiaosheng heat the awl on the lighter again, she pleaded, "Zhang Qiaosheng, even a night of marriage can have a hundred nights of kindness. For the sake of us as husband and wife, please forgive me! I know I was confused for a moment and went astray. Even if you point a knife at me, I will never dare to do anything to betray you again. Please!"

Zhang Qiaosheng said smugly, "Begging me now? Too late, isn't it? Once your head is chopped off, how can you put it back on?"

Before he finished speaking, there was another "sizzle," and a wisp of white smoke rose from the other labia minora. As Lin Shiyin screamed like a pig being slaughtered, another small hole appeared on her labia.

Zhang Qiaosheng released his wife as she convulsed in agony on the bed, wishing for death but unable to. He got up, went to the window facing the street, untied a small brass lock from the window decoration, returned to her side, and stroked her vulva, saying, "This beautiful treasure, everyone loves it. No wonder Zhao Zijie is so obsessed with it! Now let me add some decorations to it. If I don't make it look pretty, how will you face your old flame when he comes?"

Lin Shiyin was already in so much pain that she was disoriented and couldn't hear what he was saying. She felt him pinch her labia minora together and fasten them together with the small brass lock through two small holes, like the "Pierre & Co." vulvar ornaments popular in Europe and America: a lock inexplicably hanging on the tender skin. Zhang Qiaosheng finished his masterpiece, laughed heartily, and said to her, "Good! Let's see how you cheat on me now. Without me unlocking this human chastity lock, no one's penis can get in. Haha..."

He gently put the key into his pocket, ignoring Lin Shiyin's agony on the bed, leaving her still tied to the bedpost, put on his coat, and left without looking back. Downstairs, he hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take him to Xinpugang. He sneaked into a bar and drowned his sorrows alone.

After he left, Lin Shiyin struggled to loosen the tie binding her hands. She rubbed her bruised wrists and looked down at her aching genitals, seeing the extent of his torment. She took a mirror, lay on the bed, and saw her vulva swollen and red in the reflection. A small brass lock fastened her labia minora together, completely sealing the vaginal opening. Not to mention penile penetration, even a finger couldn't get in. I was completely at a loss, not knowing what to do. I tried to find the key in the drawer of the cabinet in the living room to open it, but as soon as I moved, I made a complete fool of myself: the lock was hanging down between my legs, and when I spread my legs, it drooped down, stretching my labia minora, which was painful and uncomfortable. It kept swaying with my movements, rubbing against the wound in my vaginal opening, making my eyes water. I had to walk while holding the lock with my hand, feeling extremely embarrassed.

The urge to urinate, almost triggered by fear, was now unbearably strong, so she went to the toilet. But as soon as she did, oh my god! Her vagina was sealed shut, and the urine, blocked by her closed labia minora, swelled into a large blister inside. Under pressure, it sprayed out like a flower from the narrow slits of her labia minora, soaking her legs. That wasn't so bad, though; the worst part was the salty urine seeping into her wound, making her jump around, a mix of pain and itching, impossible to scratch, requiring her to constantly bend over and hold the lock. She hated Zhang Qiaosheng to death for coming up with such a twisted idea to punish herself. She vowed to announce her divorce the moment he got home and never want to be with him again.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qiaosheng was in a bar, drinking glass after glass, trying to drown his sorrows, but only getting worse. His melancholy remained. A mountain of cigarette butts and empty glasses littered the table as he complained to heaven about its unfairness. He had two intimate women in his life. He gave one away willingly, without complaint, but how could his wife have cheated on him? What had she done wrong? The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became, alternating between images of his wife and her lover moaning and groaning under another man's crotch: clinging tightly to the man, experiencing multiple orgasms, their wanton moans deafening, their vaginas receiving gushes of semen, overflowing and spilling with lustful fluids…

He lit the last cigarette, clutching the empty pack in his hand, squeezing and squeezing until his palms ached before he came to his senses. Thinking back, he realized he couldn't entirely blame Lin Shiyin. He had been blinded by fame and fortune, focused only on climbing the social ladder, neglecting his wife. No wonder that scoundrel took advantage of the situation! Besides, he had been the one who had cheated on her, keeping a mistress behind her back. This was truly a case of reaping what he sowed! Everything seemed to be preordained by fate. First, a mistress was sent to me, then a lover to my wife. Well, now no one owes anyone anything; it's all even.

Before he knew it, the bar was closing time, and dawn was approaching. Thinking about how he had treated his wife so badly, he realized it was really excessive. He decided to go home, comfort her, and let bygones be bygones, to be gentler and more attentive to her from now on, hoping for a fresh start. Zhang Qiaosheng, his body swaying from drunkenness, staggered out of the bar and hailed a taxi home.

As soon as he entered, he heard Lin Shiyin softly sobbing in the bedroom and hurried inside. Upon hearing Zhang Qiaosheng's footsteps, her quiet sobs immediately turned into wailing, and she buried her face in her arms on the bed, tears streaming down her face. A sudden pang of guilt rose in Zhang Qiaosheng's heart. He sat on the edge of the bed, patted her bottom, and said, "Forget it, you made me so angry. No man could swallow that! Let's not argue about who was at fault. I'll apologize to you first."

Lin Shiyin didn't turn around, but turned her back to him and cursed, "You call yourself a man? I've never seen a man torment his wife like this. Get away! Tomorrow I'll find a lawyer and we'll sign the divorce papers right away!"

He turned Lin Shiyin around, hugged her, and saw that she was crying her eyes out, her eyes red and swollen. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. He kissed her face several times and said apologetically, "It was my fault. I acted impulsively. Please forgive me this time!"

Lin Shiyin raised her fists and punched his chest wildly, "Go to hell! Don't expect me to pay attention to you again. I used to love you so much, but now I see your true colors!"

Zhang Qiaosheng didn't argue. He sealed her lips with his and kept kissing her.

Lin Shiyin was breathless from his kisses, and it took several struggles to separate them. Gasping, she said, "You bastard! You feed me dung and then sugar, I don't know which of your words are true and which are false. No wonder you fooled me with your sweet talk. If it were all over again, I wouldn't marry you!"

As she spoke, she spread her legs, exposing her vulva to Zhang Qiaosheng, and pointed down, saying, "Look at you, like you're an orphan! It's branded and pricked, this little area is almost completely raw. How could you be so heartless? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and unlock that lock."

He looked down and secretly blamed himself for being too rough: her labia minora were red and swollen, hardened, and the tightly fastened brass lock was embedded in the tender skin, stretching the labia out of shape, almost unrecognizable. He quickly took out the key from his pocket and carefully opened it. Opening the lock was easy, but pulling it off her labia caused Lin Shiyin to tremble in pain. He had to hold her labia with one hand and the lock with the other, slowly and painstakingly pulling it out inch by inch. Poor Lin Shiyin was covered in cold sweat, and two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks.

He then hurriedly took out anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine box, dipped a cotton swab in it, and applied it to her labia. The moment it touched the wound, Lin Shiyin

cried out "Ouch!" and jumped up, stomping her feet frantically on the ground. Zhang Qiaosheng asked with concern, "Ouch, does it hurt a lot?"

Lin Shiyin replied sullenly, "It doesn't hurt, it feels great! Try drilling a hole in your foreskin and fastening the lock on!"

Zhang Qiaosheng was suddenly speechless, so he hugged her and comforted her repeatedly, carrying her around the waist to the bed, intending to comfort her with words.

Zhang Qiaosheng took off his coat, put on his underwear, and lay down next to Lin Shiyin. He gently stroked her arm and said, "I know you're lonely in your secluded room. It's my fault for neglecting you. I also believe your heart is loyal to me. This time, it's probably that guy who took advantage of the situation to rape you."

Lin Shiyin replied, "Think about it, we've been married for two years and haven't had a single child. Every time we eat at your parents' house, your mother nags for half a day. I'm annoyed even if you aren't. The doctor said your sperm count isn't high enough, and if you want to have a child, you can use artificial insemination, and you agreed to that. Okay, so-called artificial insemination sounds nice, but frankly, isn't it just putting another man's semen into my uterus?"

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