[Conquest] (1-5)

Chapter 1
"No, no, please, ah... ahh..."
"Shut up, what I hate most is a slut like you who says no but is dripping wet down there."
"No, it's not like that, oh..."
"Open your eyes and look, your slutty juices have already soaked your lace panties, are you planning to flood these

sexy ? Oh, sorry, they're already wet. Do you want to get your outermost

tight skirt wet too? You really are a hypocritical slut, hahaha..."
Zhou Peng placed the woman's hands on top of her head, pressing them down firmly with his left hand, while his right hand continued

to rub the woman's body.
"This feels so good. I was drunk last time I did it to you, so I didn't get to properly enjoy your alluring body

. But don't worry, today I'll satisfy your desires. Open your heart and

focus on your constantly flowing pussy."
"Please, let me go. I can't betray him again. He's your boss. If he finds out

, we'll both be doomed..."
"Shut up! You've already wronged that green-haired turtle. I've been working myself to the bone for him, and how

much ? Damn it, bringing in business, negotiating, designing ads, signing models—I have to do all that myself, and he only pays me 3,000

a month? Is that how you treat a beggar? That bastard Song Hui is a clueless idiot. Besides playing around with young models and messing around with

female secretaries, what the hell can he do? I was the one who signed those models from outside, and he

just turns around and puts them in bed with me. I haven't even touched them yet!"
Zhou Peng got angrier and angrier as he spoke. His right hand slowly moved to the woman's chest, and he pulled open the white batwing-collar shirt.

Looking the snow-white breasts that were faintly visible in the black half-cup bra, Zhou Peng felt a surge of pain in his penis.

But he secretly bit his tongue, forcing himself to calm down: He couldn't possess her now. He had to be

patient, he had to completely capture her, conquer her, so that he could enjoy this beauty anytime, anywhere in the future.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Peng began to gently draw circles around her nipples through the thin, wire-free bra.
The woman's breathing quickened: "Oh...no...stop, I'll talk to Ah Hui for you...

he'll definitely improve your treatment, oh..."
Zhou Peng chuckled mischievously: "I don't care anymore now. After all, having the boss's wife to compensate for my wounded

heart and body makes me feel much more balanced. By the way, we're so close now,

it doesn't seem right to keep calling you 'boss's wife,' Zhuona...Nana..."
Hearing the man on top of her mimicking her husband's tone, Wang Zhuona felt a wave of humiliation. Why was

this happening? Her husband often talked about Zhou Peng in front of her, his tone full of

self-satisfaction, as if he'd discovered a talent. But why hadn't her husband seen through his true colors? Zhuona felt increasingly dizzy, her

body growing hotter, a strange, comfortable feeling tightly enveloping her, as if she were about to break free

. The man's laughter brought her back to her senses slightly.
"Hahaha, such hard nipples, and they're even pink! I really shouldn't have gotten drunk last time, otherwise

how could I have forgotten your sexy body?"
Zhuona opened her hazy eyes and realized that Zhou Peng had already unhooked her bra. She couldn't help but regret

wearing this front-clasp style, which allowed the man to so easily remove the defenses on her breasts.
"Tell me, does it feel good?" Zhou Peng kept rubbing her crystal grape-like nipples, constantly

humiliating Zhuona.
"No, don't say it, I feel so uncomfortable, I'm in so much pain, sob sob...no more..." Zhuona

kept shaking her pink face from side to side, trying to shake out the indescribable feeling from her body.
"That Song Hui is such a joke. His wife is so alluring, with big, firm breasts, such a slim waist,

and those perfectly proportioned legs that he could play with all day. He doesn't spend all his time with her, instead running off to other

women What a waste, tsk tsk tsk." Zhou Peng smacked his lips and sighed, fiddling with Zhuo Na's round breasts

for a moment before asking uncertainly, "34D? Answer me!" He yanked hard on her nipple.
"Ah...33C." Zhuo Na blurted out in pain.
"You slut, wrong answer. Do you think I'm some naive greenhorn who's never been with a woman before?" Zhou Peng increased

the pressure on her nipple.
"Oh...really, it really was 33C during the premarital checkup." Zhuo Na was starting to ramble incoherently and

slowly gave up struggling.
"Hehehe, sorry, it seems Song Hui has been fondling your breasts quite a bit these past two years of marriage." Zhou Peng released

his hand, leaned down, and gently stroked the reddened nipple with his tongue. "That's right, don't lie to me,

I'll be gentle, relax your body, feel the sensation of your breasts, tell me what it feels like," Zhou

Peng coaxed as he licked.
The man's alternating between authoritative and gentle methods constantly attacked Zhuo Na's defenses.

A voice telling her to hold on, not to back down in front of the enemy, but another increasingly loud voice said, give up

, let yourself chase that overwhelming pleasure.
"Is it comfortable? Are your big breasts very swollen? Do you want me to squeeze them hard? Like this?"

Zhou Peng moved his mouth to the woman's left breast, taking a big bite, while his right hand grasped the right breast, starting to

knead it with alternating pressure and lightness, the white flesh constantly overflowing from between his fingers and shrinking back.
The woman's body began to sway slightly. Zhou Peng smiled, his face hidden in the light, and quickened the pace of

his movements, lightly biting her nipple.
The stinging pain in her chest felt like a breath of fresh air, making Zhuo Na slightly more alert. She pleaded again,

"Zhou... Zhou Peng, we've already missed one chance... Ah... I really can't let... Song... Oh

... Hui down again. I'll never be able to hold my head up in front of him."
"Women really do like to lie. Since you're in so much pain, I can only let your most honest

part refute your self-deception."
Zhou Peng chuckled, propping himself up, and his right hand slowly slid down. When it reached

above , he stopped, then pressed his index finger against the entrance of her vagina and thrust it in forcefully. At this moment, Zhuo Na...

Her lower body was spread wide in an M-shape, and her mind was instantly hijacked by the slowly moving finger. Her whole body

tensed up, and the room fell silent. *Tsk...* The tight black pantyhose was finally pierced, creating

a small hole. However, due to the elasticity caused by her thighs being spread wide, the hole automatically

widened.
"Oh dear. Why isn't it a thong?" Zhou Peng said regretfully, his index finger continuing

to trace up and down her vulva through the lace panties. "Such a sexy, full vulva shouldn't be covered by such tight panties

. It should be a thong, only covering the clitoris and exposing the rest of the vulva.

That wouldn't be a waste. Looks like I'll have to check your panties every day from now on."
He glanced at Zhuona, whose eyes had been tightly closed since the pantyhose was torn, and the violent impulse within him surged again

. Zhou Peng knew his own nature. His favorite thing to do during sex was to "tear off" women's masks using various

methods . He loved seeing so-called virtuous women transform into

wanton sluts driven solely by lust beneath him. Only when these women forgot their families and themselves, crying out "Fuck

me to death, cum inside!" would Zhou Peng be satisfied enough to ejaculate his sinful essence deep inside them,

reaching orgasm together. Zhou Peng had forgotten when he had become like this. Was it in college

? Zhou Peng subconsciously stopped reminiscing and focused his attention back on the body before him.
"Every time I see you wearing stockings, I have to sit with my thighs together, afraid you'll see my erection

; every time I see you bend down to pick something up, do you know how many people are staring intently at your plump

vulva ? I'm so lucky, I actually used my disgusting big cock to forcefully penetrate your wet little hole,

oh, I can't take it anymore, I have to let my cock recall the tender taste of your little hole, Nana, don't hold back,

open your eyes and watch carefully how my big cock slowly penetrates your juicy little hole."
Zhou Peng decided he couldn't hold back any longer, his fingers hooking open the panties, but as soon as he let go, the tight panties

protected the sexy vulva again. Zhou Peng shook his head, grabbed the edge of the panties, and brought his mouth close to the woman's

ear , "A woman's vagina always craves a man's cock, and you are no exception." As soon as he finished speaking, the panties

were torn in half and hung on one of Zhuona's thighs.
Looking at the glistening pink vulva exposed to the air, Zhou Peng hurriedly released his penis and

began rubbing it against the opening. Zhuo Na's breathing quickened again, her eyelashes trembling. Zhou Peng looked at his prey

with a mocking gaze , like a king.
"I called you, and you obediently came over. Do you know why? Because your pussy was itchy. Do you know

why I didn't take off your clothes? It's not because these clothes can protect you, but because I like to see you

wearing clothes while I fuck you. That gives me more pleasure. Do you know why you're not resisting now? Because your body

is ready to have sex with me. Your body still remembers my penis, still remembers the feeling that made you feel like you

were dying of pleasure . Your breasts are so hard, they're calling for me to rub and bite them hard. Your pussy

is flowing so happily, it's calling for my brother to hurry up and fuck you. But don't rush, I'm coming, I'll satisfy you now."
Zhou Peng released Zhuo Na's hands with his left hand and instead gently lifted Zhuo Na's head by the back of her head. With his right hand,

he held his penis, aimed at her constantly flowing pussy, and forcefully squeezed through the layers of flesh, thrusting all the way in.
(To be continued)
Chapter Two
Zhou Jie was very depressed because he found out he was in love. Love should be a happy thing, but he

really couldn't be happy. He suddenly felt a little resentful about the name his father gave him. It was a good name.

When a certain TV series was popular, Zhou Jie was in junior high school. At that time, taking advantage of the TV series, he actually stole kisses

from several pretty girls in his class. Those girls were kissed, and they all cried out shyly, but they

still became friends with him.
"What a pity," Zhou Jie sighed bitterly. He was now a freshman in college, and he was about to start pursuing a girlfriend. But

the actor with the same name as him had a terrible reputation, and with the viral spread of a photoshopped image of "Nose Bro" on Mop (a Chinese online forum),

he'd been dragged down with him. His dormmates were now calling him "Erkang" (a character from a popular TV series), which was incredibly embarrassing.

Add 1.65-meter height and semi-disabled physique, and even in the second half of his freshman year, Zhou Jie was still single.
"Heaven is jealous of talent..." Zhou Jie slammed his forehead against the handrail on the bus,

feeling like he wanted to die. "
Sigh, why is my older brother so handsome, and I'm so unlucky? Mom and Dad, if you're still alive, please give your second

son some good looks." The thought of his brother Zhou Peng always bringing different models on business trips made Zhou Jie feel a

tightness in his lower body. He subtly shifted his position, pondering Zhou Peng's promise to arrange a new model to deflower him.
"No way," he thought, "I have someone I like now. How can I waste my bullets on these 'thousand-person' types?

Teacher Lu, I want to fuck you." Thinking of the new sketching teacher's curvaceous figure and alluring

charm, Zhou Jie's manhood finally stood erect.
"Mommy, does this brother have a gun hidden down there? I want one too!" A child's sweet voice interrupted Zhou Jie's

reverie. Zhou Jie realized that everyone around him was staring at him with utter contempt, and the

culprit was clinging to a blushing young woman, pointing at Zhou Jie's "big tent."
"Damn it!" Zhou Jie cried, covering his genitals with both hands, "Driver, stop! We've arrived! Stop!"
Embarrassed, Zhou Jie jumped off the bus, patted his chest, relieved that no one he knew had seen him, touched his shaved

head, and started walking towards the place Zhou Peng had rented.
Brother, your dear little brother has come to see you... and I've also come to clean your house... and cook for you

... I'm out of money...
Zhou Peng was also relieved, but he was relieved that he was shameless enough. Only the truly shameless can

enjoy the pleasure that so-called gentlemen can never experience. For example, right now, he didn't know

how much longer he could hold on, because his penis had already ejaculated once inside the woman's tight vagina. He had thought the second time would last longer

, but the soft, folded flesh inside the woman's vagina that automatically sucked was just too pleasurable. Zhou Peng

felt that every pore on his body had comfortably opened up.
Positioned on all fours, Wang Zhuona had forgotten the concepts of time and space. She could only

maintain her balance by following the man's movements behind her. All her attention was now

focused on the penis constantly thrusting in and out of her body.
"I told you, a woman's vagina can't resist a man's penis. Once it's inside,

all women will clench tightly like you, Nana. I'm increasingly confused about Song Hui. His

ass is so perky and elastic, and most importantly, this biting cunt... oh... just mentioning your cunt makes

you clench again, whew, so good. But don't worry, from now on this cunt is mine, I

'll make you feel..." "Say it, say you can't live without me, say it now."
Zhou Peng vigorously rubbed her snow-white buttocks with both hands, his penis increasing the speed of its thrusts. Her tender labia were

turned inside out as she was fucked, and Zhuona's body began to arch like a red-hot prawn, subconsciously thrusting her

snow-white buttocks to meet the rhythm of the thrusts, while she couldn't help but moan loudly
, "Oh, so hot, so uncomfortable... too deep, ah... ah ah, too... hard."
"Nana, do you know how good your pussy feels? Your pussy is a treasure, a gift from heaven to

men , destined to be fucked and pounded by cocks. Your husband doesn't cherish this pussy

, so I'll cherish you, I'll comfort you, I'll fuck you, fuck your cunt until it's ruined."
"...Ah...gently...it's hitting the spot...oh oh...too deep...no...ah...oh...

almost there...almost there again...ah..." Zhuona began to indulge in the sensations in her lower body, abandoning her dignity,

shouting incoherently, and throwing herself wholeheartedly into this intense intercourse.
Zhou Peng smiled sinisterly again. He pressed his tongue against her upper palate with great willpower, enduring the pain

. He stopped his frenzied thrusting, flipped her over so they were face to face, and pressed down on her again

.
Zhuona, distraught, reached out to grab Zhou Peng, her genitals swaying from side to side, chasing after the man's deliberately evasive penis

. She murmured unconsciously, "No, don't stop...it hurts so much, help me, help me...please..."
"Help you where? Nana, tell me, you're a female master's student, tell me, tell me how you

feel ."
The man's devilish voice slowly merged with the voice in Zhuona's mind:

"Down there...down there hurts, like just now, like that...like that, you put it in me..."
"Down there? So Nana likes anal sex? Hahaha...then I'll put it in your ass!" Zhou Peng

stared into the woman's large, watery eyes, deliberately misinterpreting her words.
Zhuona's flushed cheeks became even more vibrant, and the slight

pleasure was no longer enough to satisfy her: "Vagina, vagina. Please... insert... into... my... vagina." After saying this

, her body began to tremble in humiliation.
"Shut up, you slut." Zhou Peng's face suddenly turned ferocious. "Who told you that thing called vagina?

Think again " The penis pressed hard against her clitoris and slid back and forth.
"Ah... ahh... I really... don't... know... please... please, don't... torture

... me... anymore... sob sob sob sob..." Zhuona burst into tears, the heart-wrenching feeling of being played with and trampled by the man

whipping away all her reason and shame.
"This isn't torture, baby. During sex, you should abandon all those so-called morals and dignity

. Only by wholeheartedly following your body's feelings can you truly enjoy it. Don't hold back, don't be sad

. Remember the feeling of orgasm the first time I penetrated you, remember the feeling of orgasm when I

first ... Now open your eyes and repeat after me. I will help you recall that feeling, that orgasm

."
Zhou Peng hoisted Zhuo Na's legs onto his shoulders and pressed down on her. Zhuo Na's waist was forced to bend in half

,

her knees were pressed against her full, lewd breasts, and her snowy buttocks slowly rose up. His glans

stopped when it was fully inside her vagina.
"My cunt, my pussy, begs for the insertion of a big cock," Zhou Peng said slowly, then

whispered in Zhuona's ear.
Waves of intense tingling and itching made Zhuona's body tremble uncontrollably. She could clearly feel her clitoris

swelling and hardening. Suddenly, she heard an unfamiliar voice coming from her throat: "I...

Wang... Wang Zhuona... please... insert..."
"Wrong answer. It seems you can't even enjoy my glans." The man made a move to pull his glans out of her vagina

, but it was swallowed back up by Zhuona's constantly rising vulva.
"This slut wants a cock, this slut begs for a big cock to fuck me, fuck Nana hard..." The woman finally gave up on something she had been holding onto tightly in her

heart , and felt herself suddenly falling off a very, very deep cliff.
"Coming!" Zhou Peng kissed Zhuo Na's delicate lips, thrust his hips hard, and his thick, seemingly self-

sustaining penis broke through the vagina that was fully lubricated by her juices again, finally slamming into her cervix.
Zhuona was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure, and tears streamed down her beautiful face again. But she knew

that these tears were not just tears of regret…
After this penetration, Zhou Peng did not stop or restrain himself. He began to wield his penis wildly,

conquering every inch of Zhuona's body. His penis repeatedly struck her cervix, like

a battlefield between two countries, one side with only a fragile city gate remaining, while the other was surrounded by troops on all sides, easily watching the soldiers trample

on the crumbling gate.
“Scream it out, does it feel good? Tell me, Nana.” Zhou Peng suddenly stood up, forcefully spreading

the woman's thighs, which were still covered in sexy black stockings. "Ah...oh...faster...faster...so good..." Zhuona finally released
the suppressed pleasure in her cries. 　　"Yes...call it like that..." Hearing the woman's cries, Zhou Peng thrust even faster, his breathing becoming rapid, and his voice becoming intermittent. 　　"Ah...oh...harder...I'm coming...oh...fuck...fuck me..." 　　"Yes...good, just say fuck, fuck, fuck...your cunt..." Hearing the beautiful woman utter such obscene words, Zhou Peng felt his penis grow even larger.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum... you slut, where do you want to cum?"
Feeling the engorged penis inside her vagina, Zhuona squeezed Zhou Peng's waist tightly with her legs, gripping

the sheets tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed on the man's reddened eyes: "Cum... cum... inside... give it to me... all of it... cum

... to... me..."
Finally, she felt the penis forcefully push open her cervix, followed by waves of scalding heat pounding against

the uterine walls. "Ah..." Zhuona screamed, her whole body convulsing violently

, her lower back arching like a stone arch bridge, her breasts trembling with the spasms. After the orgasm,

Zhuona fainted. Zhou Peng also lay down on top of him, pressing down hard on that perfect body.
(To be continued

in Chapter 3 )
Zhou Jie had been staring at his older brother for 1 minute and 22 seconds. Not bad, he

hadn't blinked in that time. He felt his eyes starting to sting and swell, and tears were welling up.
"I swept the room twice and mopped the floor once."
"Hmm, I'll add 50 yuan."
"Want me to make you a bowl of noodles too?"
"I might consider having some, I'll add another 50."
"I'm your own brother, right? Are you sure Mom and Dad didn't pick me up from outside?"
"Based on the known organs, we should be considered brothers, but I don't mind getting a forensic examination.

And don't get into that tearful act, do you believe I'll scoop water up your eyes?"
"Brother, even migrant workers have gotten a raise, so my pocket money, logically speaking..." Zhou Jie quickly

recovered from his tearful state.
"So sleepy," Zhou Peng covered his face with his hands, not letting his younger brother see the smile on his lips. "The farmers got a raise

, but your older brother didn't. 3,000 yuan a month, after deducting your tuition, living expenses for

your rent, utilities, phone bills... Let me do the math... damn, it's a negative number! How have I survived this long?

God bless me for rarely getting sick, damn it!"
"Stop rambling," Zhou Jie felt that if he kept going, his older brother could probably go on and on all day without getting to the point. "

I like a girl, but unfortunately I'm broke, so it's hard to make a move. And why don't you think about the split?"
"Let me ask you first, do you want a girlfriend to fill your life, or do you want to find a girl to lose your virginity?"
"Is there a difference?" Zhou Jie frowned.
To be honest, Zhou Jie isn't bad-looking, but his height due to a level two disability, coupled with his baby face,

makes him seem like he's not boyfriend material at first glance. Zhou Peng looked at his younger brother's face, which was no less handsome than his own, and

said with a smile, "If it's the latter, I can find you a virgin model to deflower each other. After all, once

you understand this, you won't keep obsessing over it. As for the former, I can only say that first-year college

students are relatively innocent. If you can only teach girls with money,

do you think that girl is interesting?"
"Who told you I like female students?" Zhou Jie looked at his older brother with dissatisfaction.
"A female teacher! Not bad, she's got potential, hahaha." Zhou Peng burst into laughter, looking at his younger brother's

innocent face, and laughed again. "That teacher is so unlucky to have caught your eye? Probably

a new teacher just starting out in the workforce, right?"
"Wrong, she's married, her daughter is married..."
Zhou Jie's voice grew softer and softer, and Zhou Peng's eyes widened. Was this still his innocent younger brother

? It seemed that he was one of those who had been deceived by his appearance. Zhou Peng secretly decided to delete all the

mature woman .
"And, and..." Zhou Jie glanced at his older brother and stammered, "In class today...

I bumped into her a few times with my genitals..."
"Stop!" Zhou Peng jumped up and started pacing around the living room. "Take your time, I need to process

this . What you just said was too much."
A few minutes later, Zhou Peng sat down again. He felt he should clarify things before he could comfort his younger brother.

"Start from the beginning, including the ambiguity between you two."
"There wasn't much ambiguity. Didn't you say that if a woman doesn't reject you, then there's always a way to get her into

bed..."
"Stop again! I said that?! When did I say that?" Zhou Peng frowned and thought for a long time, but his mind

went blank.
"Last time you got drunk, you dragged me along and taught me your 'woman-taming secrets.' You taught me all of this, and you

even said that by using certain 'opportunities' and 'accidents' to test a woman's limits, you can better control her

psychology. Ha, you know what? Today, I took advantage of being jostled by someone and tried it out. She didn't say

anything , just blushed... Oh, that pretty face, I'm swooning, Teacher Lu... I love you..."

Zhou Jie had already re-entered his own world of imagination.
Zhou Peng looked at his younger brother and vowed in his heart that from now on, when he got drunk, he would lock himself in his room and never let anyone

near him.
"By the way, bro, how long is your penis when it's hard? I measured it in the bathroom today, hehehe

, 16.8cm, that's pretty long, considering I'm still developing. Hey bro, you don't need to

look at me like that, and make that gag-like face."
"I just accidentally ate a fly, especially a 'developing fly'. Don't change the subject

, keep going."
"Actually, I was a bit dizzy today, and I'm still scared thinking about it. Let me tell you about Teacher Lu first. I only

heard she's in her forties, but to be honest, if she were walking down the street, everyone would think she's just a woman in her thirties

, plus... plus breasts that size." Zhou Jie thought carefully, then gestured

a .
"36D, not bad." Zhou Peng scratched his nose, suddenly feeling a revival of his sticky lower body

. He remembered he hadn't showered since getting home.
"Plus, her 1.7-meter height, it's killing me! Bro, please, help me! I

'm even afraid to talk about her in my sleep now. For now, I'll follow your

advice boundaries..."
Zhou Peng felt utterly exasperated. What had he taught her?!

He wanted to stop his younger brother's reckless actions, but thinking of himself, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Finally, he said, "I

just want you to be careful. Don't really get yourself into trouble, and... sigh, never mind, be careful." He turned and went into

the bathroom.
Zhou Jie happily continued feeding his older brother, wait, what's wrong?
"Damn it, bro, more living expenses!"
"I'm being nice by not cutting it at all, and you even left the ruler that measured your dick here without washing it and putting it back! All the money you

just is gone!"
"Damn it, I curse you with bad luck in love!"
Zhou Peng burst into laughter from the bathroom. Zhou Jie glanced at the noodles in the pot, then mischievously

poured the minced garlic he'd bought recently into the noodles. "I'll teach you to eat garlic, it'll make you sick."
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When Wang Zhuona entered the house, Song Hui was squatting in front of the wine cabinet, with several bottles of fine wine already placed beside him

.
"Didn't the company let out early? Why are you so late?" Song Hui stared at the vintage on the wine bottles as he spoke

.
"Yeah, my socks got snagged when I came out, so I went to the mall and bought a few pairs." Zhuo Na tried to make her

voice sound normal.
Song Hui turned to look at his wife's fair thighs, feeling a little regretful. Sigh, a first-class figure,

but a cold beauty, so unappealing.
"I'm going to Hangzhou tonight. Dad's hosting a cocktail party at Club No. 9. He said he'll arrange for me to meet a few people, so you'll have to eat by yourself

tonight ." Song Hui continued choosing the wine he was going to give to his father-in-law, telling Zhuo Na about his itinerary

.
"Okay." Zhuo Na responded softly, went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.
After choosing his wine, Song Hui suddenly remembered the new LV bag he had casually tossed on the sofa. His heart skipped a beat, and he

subconsciously glanced towards the bathroom, silently repeating, "I've never seen this before, I've never seen this before..." His body grew restless,

and he couldn't stay still any longer. He grabbed the gift and his wallet, saying to the bathroom, "I'm leaving now.

Remember ." He rushed downstairs as soon as he finished speaking.
Half an hour later, a soft whimpering sound came from the bathroom...
The drive from Shanghai to Hangzhou on the highway takes about an hour. Song Hui checked the time, figuring he should be able to

arrive by nine o'clock, and slowed down.
Speaking of his father-in-law, Song Hui felt a little intimidated. The mere name of Wang Ye, the largest real estate tycoon in the country,

was enough to make anyone's breath catch in their throat. But Song Hui was different; he wasn't someone who valued his father-in-law's wealth.

Ironically, Song Hui wasn't a particularly ambitious person. For him, a decent income, a house, a car, and

a beautiful wife were his greatest desires, and at 33, he had already achieved all of that.
His advertising company wasn't huge, but the annual net profit was still considerable. Plus, he occasionally managed to get involved

with models aspiring to fame, which made Song Hui chuckle to himself.
However, when he thought of Wang Ye's demands on him, his constant urging to expand the company, Song Hui's smile vanished

. So, when Wang Ye introduced him to the sons of certain groups or the presidents of certain companies, he

felt not pride, but pressure.
Adding to this, Wang Ye maintained a remarkably good physique; at 54, he was incredibly lean and strong, looking like a

slightly overweight older brother to Song Hui, which only fueled Song Hui's frustration. Not to mention, at every party

, the models and celebrities accompanying Wang Ye changed constantly, making Song Hui feel less like

his son-in-law and more like a lackey.
Sometimes, Song Hui would think maliciously, "Why doesn't my mother-in-law, such a beautiful woman, go out with him? Is it

really true that behind every goddess is a man who's had enough of her?" Song Hui chuckled, and the thought of his mother-in-law's figure, resembling

that of a woman in her thirties, instantly made his penis erect.
A sports car screeched past Song Hui's Mercedes, instantly speeding ahead and startling him

so much that his penis went limp.
"Fuck you!!!" Song Hui cursed angrily. Suppressing his wandering thoughts, he took

out .
"Hey, Sasha, I'm on my way... um... okay, dress up nicely, hahaha...

okay, okay, wait for me, bye-bye." Hanging up, Song Hui sped up.

Chapter Four :
Club No. 9 retains the essence of traditional Chinese architecture. The main building was converted from the old house of a high-ranking Kuomintang

general , and the club itself is a key cultural relic under national protection.

Unlike typical high-end clubs that exude grandeur and opulence, the main entrance of the club was a rather ordinary

double wooden door.
Song Hui parked his car, and Sasha, carrying the latest LV bag, couldn't wait for the car to come to a complete stop before opening the door and stepping out

. Seeing the beautiful woman in a blue cheongsam standing with her legs together, Song Hui's heart instantly burned with desire.

Ever since Zhou Peng lured Sasha from Hangzhou, he had been suppressing his desires so he could savor her properly.

He kept calling her, sending her gifts, and showering her with performance opportunities. Finally, today the beauty relented

and agreed to let Song Hui stay for the night after the party. So, Song Hui was just hoping to see everyone he needed to see and then

head home.
Sasha took Song Hui's hand, and after confirming their identities at the door, they were led into the club by the manager.

They went to a room on the second floor, where Song Hui pressed Sasha against the wall behind the door, his hand sliding down the opening between her legs

to her firm, shapely buttocks.
"Sasha, you're such a little stunner! How did you grow such a perky butt? It's so smooth!" Song

Hui panted heavily, his head buried in the little beauty's neck, nibbling wildly.
"Ugh... um... this is... my first... first time, be gentle... I promised you I'd go back, I gave it to

you..." Sasha clenched her fists and pressed them against Song Hui's chest, shaking her head from side to side to avoid him, but Song Hui

's arms were like iron clamps, preventing Sasha's sexy body from moving freely. Moreover, Sasha's frantic twisting of

her slender waist only further stimulated the bulge in Song Hui's crotch.
Just as Sasha was about to give up, the shrill ring of her cell phone rang. Song Hui answered it angrily.

Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Song Hui's temper vanished: "Hello, Dad, I've arrived, um... in the room! Hey,

I'll be right down... okay, okay."
After hanging up with Wang Ye, Song Hui straightened his clothes, making sure there was nothing inappropriate. Sasha

quickly touched up her makeup, smoothed her hair, and took Song Hui's arm again. The two walked towards the lobby.
Song Hui wasn't worried about Wang Ye seeing him bring other women to the party. Zhuo Na's personality was almost identical to

his mother-in-law's ; neither of them liked socializing. So when they went out, Song Hui would always bring some

beautiful women as companions. As for whether he had an affair with his companions, there was no need for Wang Ye, this "senior," to nag

. Sometimes, Song Hui would wonder when Wang Ye would slip a few female celebrities between his fingers for him to have his way with

—that would be perfect.
Entering the reception hall, golden lights bathed the entire space. People stood in twos and threes, chatting, and

the occasional laughter of women made the violin piece "Canon" even more intoxicating.
In the largest circle of people, Song Hui spotted Wang Ye immediately and greeted him with a smile. Before he even reached

him, a young man handed him two glasses of wine. "Your companion today is so beautiful

. Brother Hui, your taste is getting better and better," the young man said with a smile, slightly cautiously.
Song Hui recognized the man, Wang Yuanhao, the son of a distant relative of Wang Ye. He was a fourth-

year student at Shanghai International Studies University and had recently joined Wang Ye's headquarters in Shanghai for an internship. Song Hui hadn't expected him to be

at today's gathering with Wang Ye.
Song Hui smiled but didn't reply. Ironically, Song Hui was normally quite easygoing

, but Wang Ye had repeatedly told him to maintain a certain distance, otherwise being too

agreeable would only invite contempt—a strange logic indeed. He took the wine glass, first handing it to Sasha, then

nodding to Wang Yuanhao before leading Sasha towards Wang Ye.
"Xiao Hui, come here, let me introduce you to Luo Meisha, the owner of Club No. 9." Wang Ye's voice

was deep and resonant, carrying a powerful aura, much like the impression he gave to others. However, Song Hui's

attention was already drawn to the person beside Wang Ye.
Luo Meisha wore a silver-gray evening gown, her long, thick, black hair flowing smoothly over her

bare shoulder. Her delicate oval face was lightly made up, her skin smooth and fair, shimmering with a captivating

glow. Especially striking were her almond-shaped eyes, which seemed to be

telling , occasionally sparkling with lively light as they turned. Her fair, slender neck, adorned with a sapphire necklace,

added a touch of allure; the evening gown clung tightly to her body, yet still couldn't conceal her impressive breasts

, the sheer fabric making them seem as if they were about to burst forth. Song Hui felt his nose was about to bleed.
How could there be such a beauty who made him want to pin her down and fuck her the moment he saw her? Song Hui dared not

read He smiled and shook hands with Luo Meisha, saying, "Sister Meisha, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Luo Meisha looked at Song Hui with a half-smile and said, "Chairman Wang's son-in-law is indeed a handsome man, but

it's a pity he's picked up Chairman Wang's bad habits."
Wang Ye laughed, "I have bad habits? I didn't know that. Hahaha!" "
I've heard that Chairman Wang's beautiful wife and daughter are stunningly beautiful. Why do you keep them hidden at home? Why don't you bring them out to

enhance the ambiance of my club?" Luo Meisha curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but her eyes glanced at Song Hui and Shasha.
Song Hui chuckled and changed the subject, saying, "Sister Meisha, I'll definitely

bring . The style here is really great!" He then winked at Sasha, who smiled and stepped forward to

hand the gift to Luo Meisha, saying, "Hello, Sister Meisha."
Luo Meisha covered her mouth and laughed, "I usually call Chairman Wang 'Brother Wang,' but you call me 'Sister,' Song Hui. Isn't that

a bit too much of a generation gap? And now you have such a delicate little beauty calling me 'Sister,' it seems I'm really getting old! Doing more

spa treatments is all for naught!" Sasha blushed and didn't know how to continue.
Luo Meisha grasped Sasha's hand, looked her up and down again, and praised, "You're getting more and more beautiful the more I look at you.

What's your name?"
"Sasha..."
Luo Meisha was taken aback, then giggled, "I can't help but recognize a girl like you."
While Luo Meisha was teasing him, Wang Ye had

seen right through Sasha with his gaze, which seemed to strip someone naked, and an uncontrollable flame ignited in his eyes.
The party went very smoothly, and everyone felt at home. In addition, Luo Meisha kept creating

topics of conversation , and laughter often rang out from the crowd. Only two people seemed a little distracted. Song Hui felt like he was about to explode

, especially when he saw Luo Meisha, a beautiful woman with mature charm. He felt even more thirsty. He finally

made it to 10 o'clock and thought it was time to say goodbye. He figured it would be fine to leave now, so he decided to

go back to Sasha's rented room early and win over the little beauty.
Just as he was about to walk toward Sasha, who was chatting with other women, Wang Yuanhao suddenly appeared out of nowhere

and stood in front of Song Hui: "Brother Hui, Uncle San said that a few more directors will be coming later. He thinks

Sasha has good potential and wants to introduce her to them. If you're not busy, you can leave now."
Song Hui felt as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer, and froze. He could no longer hear

what Wang Yuanhao was saying. He suddenly realized how ridiculous his previous pretentious attitude in front of Wang Yuanhao had been. Seeing the mockery in

Wang Yuanhao's eyes, Song Hui mechanically replied, "Really? That's great! I have to

leave early, so please tell Dad I'm going to my room to get my bag."
As Song Hui stumbled out of the living room, he caught a glimpse of Wang Yuanhao talking to Sasha,

followed by Sasha's excited expression as she left with him.
Back in his room, Song Hui slammed the door shut and began kicking the sofa violently: "Wang Ye, I'll fuck your mother! Fuck

fuck fuck!" After this release, he lay on the bed, panting heavily. But the thought of Sasha moaning under Wang Ye's

crotch Song Hui feel a tightness in his chest.
Standing up, he picked up his bag, and his eyes fell on the LV bag at the foot of the bed. Song Hui felt a little

annoyed. "Damn it, it would have been better if someone else had it." He walked over, picked up the bag, and

dumped its contents out of the bag, which made him feel a little better.
Suddenly, the door started clicking, and Sasha's giggles and the man's deep laughter came through the door

. Song Hui felt a chill run down his spine and, without thinking, crawled under the bed.
(To be continued)
Chapter 5
They say women are past their prime at forty, but Lu Ya looked at herself in the mirror with a self-deprecating smile, still possessing a perfect figure.

At forty-six, she had never been like other wealthy women, meticulously protecting her

figure. Yet, fate had been kind to her; her breasts remained high and firm, her waist slender, her

hips perfectly rounded, and her slightly nearsighted almond-shaped eyes, which she liked to squint when looking at people, further

accentuated her mature womanly charm.
Lu Ya knew her body was very attractive, not just to the students at school, but also to the male teachers who liked to

tease her. However, she skillfully maintained her distance from them. After all, she wasn't

a teacher of any important courses; she taught sketching out of personal interest, not wanting to continue being a wooden doll at home. She

knew her husband's affairs, but her good upbringing and quiet personality allowed

her to play the role of a virtuous wife and mother very well. Since her daughter's marriage, Lu Ya had asked her husband to help her find

a job to pass the time.
The president of the foreign language university was her husband's classmate, so Lu Ya wasn't assigned many classes. Thinking back to the day

she overheard her husband talking to the president on the phone, asking him to keep an eye on her, Lu Ya chuckled to herself. Was this a case of double

standards ? Besides, she had never even considered it. She should really find a man to

prove that she still had suitors. Lu Ya blushed at her slightly crazy thoughts. Suddenly,

the face of a handsome little boy popped into her mind… Why did she think of him? Lu Ya frantically rubbed her hair, trying to

erase the boy and those inappropriate thoughts. But thinking about how the boy had bumped into her with his genitals that day, Lu

Ya felt dizzy. He… it was unintentional, right…?
Song Hui's head was also spinning. Not only was he dizzy, but he also wanted to shout like the Roaring Emperor, "I'm

suffocating !" But he didn't dare, because he was still

under a large bed in the damned No. 9 Club room.
After Wang Ye pulled Sasha into the room, he pressed her against the wall, kissed her thick, full lips,

and his hands immediately climbed up to Sasha's breasts, roughly kneading them.
"Gently… gently, it hurts so much, Chairman Wang… I… this is… my first time, gently… gently… please

…" Sasha gasped and begged intermittently.
"First time..." Wang Ye paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha, do you think I'm someone who's

just entered society, or my clumsy son-in-law? Should I make a phone call right now

? It'll only take a few minutes to find out everything about you." Wang Ye stared intently into Sasha's slightly flustered eyes, one hand

exerting force while the other reached down to the slit in her cheongsam, easily taking over Sasha's round, plump buttocks.
"Mr. Wang, you're so naughty... um... umm..." After the initial panic subsided, Sasha immediately resorted to coquettish

tactics, rubbing her full breasts against Wang Ye.
"You little slut, how much does it cost to repair a hymen? 100? 1000?" Wang Ye continued to

verbally abuse Sasha with a mocking tone. "Only my stupid son-in-law would believe you're a virgin. Give me a striptease dance."

Wang Ye pushed Sasha away, lay down on the bed, and looked at the somewhat bewildered Sasha, chuckling, "What,

you can't?"
Sasha took a deep breath and smiled seductively, "I specialize in dancing, do you think I can't?" As she spoke,

she took out her phone, played a jazz song, and began to gently sway her body from side to side against the wall.
Song Hui felt his penis hard and throbbing. He carefully shifted his prone position, controlling his

breathing. Fortunately, the area under the bed was clean and dust-free. Song Hui pressed his face against the floor, hoping the coldness

would cool him down. Suddenly, he noticed that the floor-to-ceiling window beside the bed, against the backdrop of the night, was like a large

mirror, allowing him to clearly see the situation in the room.
Sasha had already taken off her cheongsam and was now facing away from Wang Ye on the bed, her hands pressed against the wall, her body

at a 90-degree angle. To the slow rhythm of jazz music, her shapely buttocks swayed in the air. Sasha turned her head, squinting her eyes,

and repeatedly licked her lower lip with her small, delicate tongue. Wang Ye, on the bed, had his hands under his pillow, still wearing a shirt,

but his pants were off, revealing a thick, erect penis.
Song Hui was somewhat astonished. He hadn't expected Wang Ye, in his fifties, to have such a monstrous penis.

He suddenly thought of his mother-in-law lying beneath Wang Ye, begging for mercy, and touched his own smaller

penis , a sudden surge of rage rising within him. "Fuck her, fuck this pretentious virgin slut to death!" Suddenly,

there was movement on the bed behind him. Song Hui stared viciously at the French windows and saw that Sasha was already pinned down by Wang Ye.
"Gently...gently, it really...really hurts..." Sasha

pleaded .
"This pain is your own doing. Tell me, who was it with the first time...?" Wang Ye

bit Sasha's nipple through her bra with a slightly rough touch, tearing open her flesh-colored stockings with both hands and

pinching her clitoris forcefully through her panties.
"In my senior year of high school... he lied to me... to... me, on my... birthday, and

... just like that... he did it to me..." After Sasha's hymen was exposed as fake, she felt a lingering fear towards Wang Ye and

subconsciously told him everything without hiding anything.
"Hehehe, you really are a little slut. And then?" Wang Ye chuckled, quickening his movements and continuing

to interrogate her.
"Oh... oh oh... and... and... the... Xiao... Xiao Chen who took... my photos, said

... when he was taking... my... swimsuit photos, when I was lying down... he... suddenly... pulled down my

... panties... and just... so... so... hard... oh, hard... and... it went in..."

Sasha's body began to tremble unconsciously.
"You were already wet when you took the first few photos, you slut, did you

soak ?"
"No...no...oh...oh..." Sasha retorted.
"Without water, how could he possibly penetrate all the way in!" Wang Ye's voice rose. "You're clearly dripping wet

, soaking your panties, just like now. With so much water, that guy can easily

slip into your little cunt, right!"
"Don't... say that, please... sob sob sob..." Sasha burst into tears.
Wang Ye ripped off her bra with his left hand, while gently pulling down her panties with his right, leaving them on her left ankle.

"I love the splits." With an evil glint in his eyes, Wang Ye licked his lips, slowly spreading Sasha's fair

thighs apart and pressing them down until they were pressed against the bed in a straight line, her vulva

protruding high. "I was going to ask you to suck me a few times, but I can't wait any longer. Get fucked, you slut."
His penis pressed against her vaginal opening, thrusting sharply and disappearing into her flesh in an instant.
"Ah..." Sasha let out a wail, her body tensing even more.
Song Hui felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Seeing his own body being pressed down

by his father-in-law, his own virginity being broken in by his father-in-law's black penis, even though he knew Sasha was a

used , the scene still intensely aroused him. He reached into his pants and began vigorously stroking

his penis, which had been hard all night.
Wang Ye, who had been motionless after penetrating the bed, suddenly pulled out his penis, and

a mixture flowed out. Satisfied with his work, Wang Ye gritted his teeth and plunged his penis back into the wet

vagina, followed by rapid thrusting. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh colliding, mingled with

Sasha's plaintive moans.
Sasha swayed her hips, trying to escape Wang Ye's brutal thrusting, unaware that this swaying of her

genitals only amplified Wang Ye's pleasure. The pounding, pile-machine-like rhythm seemed to pierce Sasha's tight vagina.
"You slut, so tight, so wet, and you shake so well... huff... huff, so good, I'll fuck you to pieces

..." Wang Ye pressed down harder on Sasha's thighs, spreading her beautiful legs wider, her vagina protruding higher,

and increasing the speed of his thrusts.
"It hurts... it hurts so much..." Sasha gritted her teeth, enduring Wang Ye's rape-like thrusting, feeling as if her vagina

was on fire, both painful and numb.
"Misha, I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you until you're done!" Wang Ye shouted Luo Misha's name, each

thrust accompanied by a loud slapping sound from where they were joined.
Sasha arched her back, the stimulation of being used as a substitute by the man propelling her to a climax. She twisted

her slender waist frantically, her buttocks thrusting upwards in rhythm with Wang Ye's thrusts, crying out, "I

'm Meisha, I'm Meisha, Brother Wang, fuck me, fuck me...fuck my pussy...ah...ahhh..."
Hot liquid gushed from deep within her body, hitting Wang Ye's glans. Wang Ye gritted

his teeth , refusing to ejaculate amidst the contractions. He was no longer young, and although his sexual prowess was strong,

once he ejaculated, it was difficult to regain an erection. He wanted to savor this body; the long night didn't want it

to end so quickly. After the woman beneath him calmed down, Wang Ye withdrew his penis, bringing with it a large amount of foul-smelling

fluid. Wang Ye, satisfied, reached out and played with the still-erect clitoris, eliciting a few soft moans from the woman beneath him.

He patted Sasha's breasts and laughed, "Get up, you little slut, go wash up, we'll continue with the second half."
Sasha, her eyes still blurry, said, "You're still not out? You're so strong! I'm exhausted, Brother Wang, carry

me to the bathroom."
Wang Ye easily lifted her up, carrying her into the bathroom. Soon, the sounds of their laughter could be heard.
Now was the time to leave. Song Hui rolled out from under the bed, grabbed his things, and slipped out of the room,

quickly going down to the lobby. He found that there weren't many people left. Luo Meisha was talking to some service workers at the lobby entrance.

Song Hui steeled himself and walked over.
Luo Meisha had just turned around and was visibly startled when she saw Song Hui. She glanced at the room on the second floor,

a knowing smile suddenly appearing on her lips. She covered her mouth, letting out a suppressed laugh.
As if naked, Song Hui nodded to Luo Meisha and walked through the door, but he

stumbled and almost fell. A loud, bell-like laugh came from behind him. Song Hui awkwardly got into his car,

thinking of Luo Meisha's devilish figure, and cursed viciously, "Slut, I'll fuck you sooner or later!" He stepped on the gas and sped

off .
"Hey, Xiao Qing? It's me, your brother Song... I'm busy, what a pity... I specially bought a new bag

to come see you, but since you're busy, never mind... Hahaha... Okay, okay, wear that one, the one I bought you last time

, hahaha... Okay, bye-bye." Song Hui sped up and disappeared into the night.

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