[Wife's Poison] Chapter Sixteen - The Mother-in-Law's Seduction and Allure

XVI. My Mother-in-Law's Seduction and
Allure A flash of lightning streaked across the sky on a rainy night, interrupting my thoughts. The lightning in the night sky was like

a pair of sharp eyes, tearing through the clouds, judging me with solemn authority. I glared at it, my eyes

catching the tail of the lightning, my thoughts once again traversing time and space.
"Xiao Ye, for the past month or so, you've been late and left early. I've considered how many projects you've done for the company,

so haven't said much, but I still have to remind you, if you continue like this, you won't get your year-end bonus!"

The company's CEO, He Jing, had a fierce expression, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, clearly dissatisfied with me.
"Ms. He, please give me a little more time. Something came up at home. I'll work even harder next year." It

was already the end of November, and my plan was almost complete; I was just waiting for the right opportunity.
"Xiao Ye, personal matters are personal matters. If you have personal matters, you can ask for leave. The company has its rules, and as a

senior leader, you should set an example." He Jing stared into my eyes. This woman was no longer

as gentle as she was at home; she was all business.
"I'll be more careful in the future. If there's nothing else, I'll go now." I said goodbye to my boss, but still left

the company building, making an excuse to go to the construction site.
During this time, I didn't find anything wrong with my wife, Meng Chan. To prove herself, she

stayed at home all day, and when she was bored, she would go to Xun Mei's place. I was always cold and indifferent to her. I hate

being deceived the most, but the person who deceived me was my wife.
Why do the people I love always hurt me? Xun Mei was like that, and so was Meng Chan. The deeper the love,

the more ! My love for Meng Chan is now no less than my love for Xun Mei, and I even love my wife a little more. Why did I beat

her so badly? Because she is my wife, the mother of my children, the person I deeply love! The deeper the love, the deeper the hate!
I recalled a very meaningful saying:
"The wood said to the fire: Embrace me! The fire embraced the wood, and the wood smiled as it turned to ashes! The fire cried!

Its tears extinguished itself; when wood falls in love with fire, it is destined to be burned." How similar I am to that piece of wood now?

But can I leave my wife? The answer is: no!
It has happened, I must do something, right? I can't bring myself to harm my wife, but her actions have also driven me

mad. Grief gives me courage, hatred gives me strength. I have a plan, and it is already being

implemented quietly.
I often come to the villa complex in the western suburbs to observe. This place, known to outsiders as the Lovers' Villas, has a

beautiful . It is built by the lake, as if floating on the water. The villas are far apart, with white wooden fences, pointed

reddish-brown roofs, and green lawns, full of exotic charm.
The collared man, Li Qiming, lives in one of these villas, and he comes here to stay every few days.

He is often accompanied by a woman named Lu Jiali.
After several reconnaissance trips, I discovered that Lu Jiali was a married woman. Ironically, her short,

thin husband seemed to follow them almost every time, but never went inside. He would just stand outside the gate,

clenching his fists tightly and breathing heavily, until the villa lights were turned off before leaving.
There was also a middle-aged man who looked like a fat boss, who always arrived early and blocked the gate. He

was there to collect a debt from Li Qiming. He always left dejectedly. This young master's father was an

administrative director at a state-owned enterprise and a well-known representative to the city's People's Congress.
Usually, only an elderly woman lived in the villa. I investigated her background and found that she only had

a 17-year-old grandson attending boarding high school in the county, and her children were all working in other provinces. Her husband had died years ago,

and while they weren't wealthy, they were comfortably middle-class. Around 50 years old, she couldn't stay idle, so she used connections to find a

job as a nanny to supplement the family income.
One day, while the old woman was out, I quickly sneaked into the young master's villa. After several

infiltrations , I successfully copied the keys to all the rooms in the villa. The old woman would place the key in

the small hand of a sculpture in the entryway, making it easy to retrieve. Using ink, I quickly copied

all the keys.
The villa had three floors, with the man in the floral collar mainly living on the second floor. The second-floor living room had a super-luxurious sound system,

and the wiring indicated it was connected to the computer in the bedroom. I quickly surveyed the villa and

discovered a basement used for storing odds and ends.
The villa was very bright, with heavy curtains next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The walls were covered with

Western nude oil paintings; sunlight streamed in, revealing the exquisite figures in the paintings.
I quickly thought for a moment, and a vague plan formed in my mind.
"Hey! Brother Yu, what time are you arriving today?" I called Zheng Xianyu. Zheng Xianyu was coming to X City

on a business trip today, and we had already agreed that I would treat him.
"Little brother, almost there, about half an hour more," Zheng Xianyu said cheerfully.
"Okay, I'll come pick you up!" I hung up the phone, glanced at the half-meter-tall nude female

sculpture at the villa's entrance—it was the first thing anyone passing by would see. It was a porcelain sculpture,

attached to the base with a snap fastener, making it easy to remove. I took a few pictures of it and then quietly left.
After picking up Zheng Xianyu, I helped him take his luggage to the hotel I had booked for him. After dinner, I asked

Zheng Xianyu to go for a walk along the nearby river.
"Brother Yu, I need your help with something. Only you can help me with this, but if anything goes wrong,

we're both finished. But I believe there's basically no danger, especially for you. However, I need to create

an alibi for myself, and I'm not sure if it will be successful." I looked at Zheng Xianyu across from me and said

seriously .
"What is it? Is it that serious?" Zheng Xianyu noticed the dark cloud over my face and the hostility in my

expression. He was confused but also worried.
I looked around to make sure no one was there, so I quietly told him my plan.
"You mean, all I have to do is steal that sculpture that day?" Zheng Xianyu

asked, his mouth agape in astonishment.
"But won't anyone be passing by that place then?" Zheng Xianyu continued.
"Very few people pass by that villa during the day. The busiest times are in the morning and evening; there's usually no one around at noon and in the afternoon

. You don't know, do you? This is where rich people have sex with their lovers. During the day, everyone's at work, so they only have time..."

"If that's the case, I'll come over tonight and stay overnight, then I'll go back early the next morning. We'll make our move next Tuesday or Wednesday

. I'll get rid of that old woman; she has a grandson who's a boarding student in his final year of high school. If anything happens to him

, she'll definitely have to go home to take care of him," I said sinisterly.
"You're really crazy, but don't hurt any innocent people." After learning everything about me, Zheng Xianyu

knew that I was determined to get revenge. After several unsuccessful attempts to persuade him, he finally agreed to my plan.
He's always been very loyal, and even though he knew there were other ways to resolve this, he didn't

hesitate.
"It's okay, I'll be careful." If innocent people are hurt, I won't

hesitate .
December 3rd, Tuesday, night.
The night was dark, and a man and a woman were partying in the villa. Through the curtains, you could see the couple

singing and wildly, and kissing each other frequently. The long-haired figure tossed her flowing hair, twisting her pear-shaped

body, writhing wildly against the man's body like a snake. She bent her knees, then rose again, her hips

and limbs swaying, utterly alluring.
Lu Jiali's husband, Zhang Baodong, remained standing downstairs, his short frame trembling with excitement, but he

lacked the courage to go upstairs. I knew he wouldn't be able to come tomorrow, so I deliberately chose tonight to make my move.
Only after the lights went out did Zhang Baodong stagger away.
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to scout for the enemy.
A dark and windy night, a night for murder. I pulled up the nude beauty sculpture and replaced it with an

identical one. Carrying the porcelain sculpture, I walked towards the villa and entered with the pre-prepared key.
My steps were light; my flat rubber shoes, covered with cotton shoe covers, moved as

silently . Thin films were applied to the pads of all ten of my fingers; these films didn't affect the dexterity of my hands and

wouldn't leave fingerprints.
Everyone in the villa was fast asleep. I took a

towel ; the pungent, foul odor wafted from afar. It was a towel soaked in ether;

covering someone's mouth and nose with it would instantly render them unconscious, and ether evaporates quickly, making it difficult for forensic experts to detect.
The bedroom was dark, and my heart began to pound violently, each beat slow and

heavy, like a hammer pounding on my chest. When I first entered, I felt a thrill of burglary

and a sense of vengeful satisfaction, but now only tension and fear remained.
The bedroom echoed with soft, rhythmic breathing. Men's socks,

belts on the floor, some hanging on chairs, others stuck to the floor.

The room reeked of hormones from a sexual encounter, and the closed doors

only intensified the smell.
Two people, a man and a woman, lay intertwined on the Simmons bed. The woman's smooth, fair skin appeared

exceptionally alluring even in the darkness, her undulating body stretching from her head to her feet. They were pressed tightly together ; the man was naked, while the woman wore only a white nightgown. The nightgown was lifted to her waist, revealing a penis inserted into her bare lower body. Under the heated air conditioning, they were both brazenly exposed. 　　I quietly approached their bedside, my right hand trembling as I held a towel soaked in ether to the young man's mouth and nose. 　　"Achoo!" "Achoo!" Both sneezed almost simultaneously, waking up! 　　"Who?" The young man sat up, seeing a dark figure, and asked fearfully. 　　In this critical moment, I forgot my fear, jumped up, and stepped onto the bed, as soft as a woman's body. I quickly reached out my left hand and wrapped it around the young man's neck, letting his head rest against my chest. Then I covered his mouth and nose with a towel. The young master was weak and couldn't struggle at all. He soon 　　fainted. The woman was terrified and was about to scream, but I stopped her in the instant she cried out, and she also fainted. 　　In the darkness, I took out the rope from my backpack and tied them both up. After doing all this, I collapsed to the ground as if all my strength had been drained. Sweat poured out like a fountain. Fortunately, I had brought a set of absorbent clothes, so I didn't have to worry about leaving any sweat. 　　I gagged the woman with her own underwear and blindfolded her with her stockings. Then I bound her up tightly and placed her in a corner of the room. 　　I took the young master to the basement. The basement was a bit damp, but it was well-lit thanks to the energy-saving lights. 　　Li Qiming's genitals were completely exposed under the bright light. The man's most vulnerable place was thus exposed to another man, and I would only bring him endless pain! 　　"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out, and the young master woke up. I wasn't worried about his voice carrying outside, because this was a basement, and I'd stuffed the door cracks with strips of cloth I'd found. The room was temporarily airtight, but there was enough oxygen to breathe for a while. 　　I'd almost crushed the young master's testicles; the intense pain jolted him awake. 　　"You, you're Ye Daren?" Li Qiming suddenly realized, looking at me in disbelief. 　　"Li, you never thought you'd end up like this, did you? What do you have to say for yourself?" I grabbed his penis and yanked it; his pig-like screams nearly pierced my eardrums. 　　"Ah...it hurts! Stop! Stop right now!" The young master's face was contorted in pain; his limbs were bound behind his back, so he could only express his agony through his head and mouth. 　　"I have a lot of things to punish people here, like threading an iron wire through the urethral opening of your penis, crushing your testicles with pliers, pulling out your fingernails, and gouging out your nipples. You want to try?" I threatened menacingly . Actually, I didn't intend to do that; I was just using these words to threaten him. I had no and I didn't have that kind of fetish. 　　"You, you, what do you want? Your wife offered herself up. She told me to rape your lover. She instigated me. You...you can't blame me!" Li Qiming was already pale with fright, and urine seeped from under his buttocks, instantly filling the entire enclosed basement with its stench. 　　"You're lying! My wife isn't that kind of person!" I was furious. Although I already knew the truth, seeing it in person...

Even after being proven right, I was still furious.
"Your wife is so fresh and tender, hehe! If I hadn't gone in without bleeding, I would have thought she was a virgin!

You're fucking lucky, your wife's pussy is so tight!" Li Qiming spoke of sex with unbridled abandon,

completely forgetting where he was.
"Fuck your mother! You're talking nonsense!" I slapped the young man's pale face, his cheek immediately

swelling up, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth. But my heart ached even more than his face. My wife

had truly betrayed me; her tight vagina had been penetrated by another man, and she had offered herself up. My

heart ached like it was being pierced by a needle.
"Cough…you don't believe me? I can't help it. I wanted to film it, as a keepsake, but she

absolutely refused. But the scent of her body is so nice, it smells like milk, doesn't it? Hehehe!"

Li Qiming coughed up blood, then spoke mockingly.
Milk scent! My heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave; the last glimmer of hope had been utterly shattered!

My wife had a sweet, milky scent; her beautiful body was washed only with milk, so she didn't need

any perfume. That sweet milky smell had once been so alluring to me. But it had been defiled by the man before me, and

that pure milky fragrance seemed to have become tainted in my heart.
"I told you so, didn't I? Hehe. Were you especially sad when you saw us kissing that day? I

did it with her three times, hehe! The first time she came to me willingly, but the next two times I forced her. Your wife is

a slut, shy off-bed, but wanton in bed! If she hadn't been married before, if she hadn't been so wanton, I would have really

thought she was a virgin!" Li Qiming looked at me silently and continued.
"I advise you to let me go. Do you know who my dad is? My dad's name is Li Gang, and he's..."

Before Li Qiming could finish, I punched him in the face, almost knocking his nose crooked.
"Damn it! I don't care if you're retired or not, I'm here to take your dog's life!" I turned around, picked up the

porcelain sculpture, and viciously smashed it into Li Qiming's chest.
The porcelain beauty shattered on the ground, and the young master's screams became even more pitiful. I picked up a shard of porcelain and

stabbed it hard into his testicles. Crimson blood immediately spurted out, splattering onto my clothes. I let it spray

without making a sound . I also had an inconspicuous recorder on the ground, and the high-pitched screams of the man in the floral collar

were immediately recorded.
"Spare...spare me. What I just said was all nonsense. You...you want anything? I'll give you anything. My

dad is Li..." Before Li Qiming could finish speaking, the sharp shard of porcelain in my hand was already embedded

in his writhing neck. My face must have been contorted in rage, and at that moment, I had only one thought in my mind: to kill him!
When Li Qiming's body stopped struggling, I felt as if all my strength had vanished. The ferocity I had displayed earlier was now as

weak as if all my tendons had been pulled out. My back was covered in cold sweat, soaking my cotton clothes.
"Thump!" A chill ran down my spine. I turned around and saw something had fallen in the room,

probably shaken by the scream.
I stared at the corpse before me, my mind reeling. Its two pairs of eyes, rolled back like dead fish

, were fixed on me. I recoiled as if electrocuted.
A dead body—the first time I had ever seen one, and the one I had killed with my own hands! Panic, trembling, and powerlessness overwhelmed me, and I

couldn't breathe .
It took me about half an hour before I felt a little bit of strength return to my body. After packing my things, I staggered

upstairs.
The woman in the room had woken up; the stockings that had been tied to her eyes had been pulled down, and she was

making muffled noises. Even through her pajamas in the darkness, I could see her curvaceous figure and

beautiful hair.
Why are the most beautiful women more prone to infidelity? The woman before me was probably no less beautiful than my wife, especially

her figure—it was devilishly alluring.
I caught my breath for a moment, but still picked her up and carried her to the basement. The woman struggled in my arms, and

a faint, sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils, offering some comfort to my fearful heart.
"Ah!" The woman's eyes gradually adjusted to the basement light after I pulled the panties out of her mouth, but when

she saw the dead man beside her, she screamed and almost fainted.

I patted her face, and she came to her senses.
I turned on the recorder, and looking at her stunningly beautiful face, I hesitated to do it.
"Please let me go! I won't tell anyone, I... I'll be your lover from now on, okay?" The woman

looked terrified, tears streaming down her face, but she mustered her courage and looked at me with frightened eyes.
The more beautiful a woman is, the less trustworthy her words are! Deep down, I didn't believe anyone,

including my beloved Xunmei, whom I had already forgiven. She said she was forced, that she and I were both

set up by Xu Qiyao, which caused the misunderstanding. I believed her, but a voice inside me kept asking myself,

couldn't there be another explanation? Maybe she wasn't forced? Maybe she was willing? A woman's infidelity is unforgivable

! I'd rather believe in ghosts than believe the words of a cheating woman!
I didn't speak, picking up another shard of porcelain. The sharp shard seemed to gleam with a faint blue light. The woman's

white neck was as graceful as a swan's, and her wine-red hair clung to her fair skin, making it appear even whiter.
"Waaah...don't kill me! I didn't see anything! Don't kill me!" the woman cried, struggling, her

naked body pressed against the filthy floor, like a fallen angel.
Sharp shards of white porcelain lightly touched her alabaster skin; goosebumps rose on her snow-white neck as if

chilled , her head tilting back repeatedly, tears streaming down her cheeks and neck.
A beauty's tears, a hero's grave. I couldn't bring myself to do it; my hands trembled like the woman before me, another voice within

me stopping me.
"You want to hurt the innocent? Have you lost your conscience?" She was a woman, a beautiful woman. Perhaps if I let

her go, I could enjoy her tenderness, I could become her lover in place of the young master.
It was as if someone within me was constantly tempting me, using conscience, beauty, a thousand methods to stop

me from killing the beauty before me.
But I knew that to cut the weeds, one must eradicate them completely; not a trace could remain. Mercy to others is mercy to oneself.

The cruelty of it all. I am selfish; I cherish my own life. I still have two beauties to love, a

beautiful daughter, and two elderly parents to care for.
The shards of porcelain in my hand, sharp as blades, finally pierced the woman's snow-white skin, and crimson blood splattered on my

face and into my eyes. My vision was filled with red, especially the woman's wine-red hair, which seemed to be

congealed from blood. After that, I seemed not to hear the woman's screams, only to see her small mouth constantly

uttering something, then opening wide again with great effort. The life in her eyes slowly faded, and finally, she closed them

. Even with her eyes closed, they were still incredibly beautiful. Crimson blood continued to overflow from her mouth, her head gradually

drooping, and the beauty passed away, her life extinguished.
Walking out of the villa, I glanced back at the dark house, and strode away with heavy steps.
I don't know if the police will find the real culprit in this murder; I've done enough.

First, moved the two bodies around to conceal the fact that they had been stabbed to death in the basement, then stuffed them into

the refrigerators on the first and second floors respectively. I put the memory card containing their screams into the computer, and then used a pre

-written program to set the playback and automatic deletion times, postponing everything until 4

PM the day after tomorrow.
The real porcelain doll was completely mangled, and I threw the fragments into various corners of the villa. Tomorrow

and the day after tomorrow, the fake sculpture will replace the porcelain doll and be placed outside for passersby to witness.
Zheng Xianyu came to the agreed-upon place to wait for me. I got into his car, went to a secluded spot,

took a shower, changed my clothes, and burned all the clothes I had changed out of, completely

destroying the murder weapon.
Then I went home. The house was quiet; I guessed they were already asleep. I went

inside, exhausted, suppressing my fear and dread for the time being. I couldn't be afraid yet, because everything had to

wait until the day after tomorrow.
The bedroom was quiet. I hadn't turned on the light, so the room was somewhat dark, but the curtains were open,

letting in a faint glimmer of light from outside. I noticed my wife wasn't asleep. She sat quietly on the bed, a blanket covering her

lower body.
She wasn't disturbed by the sound of the door opening; she simply gazed silently into the distance outside the window, her large, bright eyes

filled with a sadness that could be seen even in the darkness.
The room was dim, except for her beautiful face, which shone with a soft, dim light. A few strands of her soft, dark hair

hung silently on her lonely shoulder. Time seemed to stand still, and I held my breath.
The faint light from outside filtered through the trees; the few branches at the top cast dappled shadows on Mengchan's face,

shadows imbued with her beautiful sorrow.
Perhaps Mengchan was reminiscing about the past, recalling past happiness. She was hoping her husband would come home soon,

or longing for another warm embrace from him.
"Wife!" My voice trembled slightly, like a prodigal son returning home to find his mother. The burdens I

carried sin, fear, and countless other emotions—were now shed. My wife will always be my safe harbor,

my safe haven.
It's all over. The one who destroyed my haven is dead. My wife, you are still my beloved wife.
"Husband, you're back!" My wife, Mengchan, tried to get up, but I quickly pressed her down.
I sat down, then embraced her, letting her head rest on my shoulder. I stroked

her hair repeatedly, soothing her heart, which had been neglected by me for so many days, and calming my own trembling heart.
"Husband, you can hit me or scold me from now on, just please don't ignore me!" My wife, Mengchan, trembled slightly,

her beautiful face upturned as she murmured softly.
"Wife, I won't do it again. Please don't do anything to hurt me again. My heart is so afraid of being hurt,

especially by the person I love, do you understand?" I kissed her delicate head tenderly. Her fair forehead, cool and

smooth as jade, appeared pale in the darkness.
"I...I really, I really didn't..." My wife looked at me with innocent eyes, but seeing

my eyes gradually cooling, she couldn't say anything more.
"Okay, I...I won't let you down again! Waaah..." My wife said resignedly, tears

streaming down her face, then she buried her face in my chest and sobbed uncontrollably, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Could it be? Could it be that I really wronged my wife? That day it really was my wife, Mengchan! But what if it was Mengjuan

? Even if there was only a one percent chance, it still existed. My emotions wavered, but

my reason was absolutely certain that the person wasn't my sister-in-law.
I silently hugged my wife's delicate body tighter, the faint scent of her milk filling my nostrils. I suddenly remembered that the young

man had said he smelled this milky scent when he was with his wife. A lump formed in my throat; the person in my arms felt

like a giant furnace, burning my heart with a dull ache.
"Wife, there's something I want to tell you." I used this opportunity to straighten my wife

from my chest.
"Okay, go ahead." Mengchan stopped crying, but her shoulders still trembled slightly.
"If anything strange happens these past few days, don't panic. Everything will pass, you have to

believe me! No matter who asks you where I went tonight, just say I stayed home and slept with you.

They shouldn't ask about tonight, but if they ask about my whereabouts tomorrow or the day after, just answer truthfully." My voice

was low, but it was a commanding tone.
"Has something happened?" Mengchan gripped my arm tightly, a little scared.
"You don't need to know anything, just do as I say." I raised my voice slightly.
Mengchan fell silent, not daring to speak again, only nodding vigorously.
December 4th, nothing happened. I went to work as usual, while Zheng Xianyu followed the fat boss, Wang Hongtao.

Zhang Baodong had his own things to do these past two days and wouldn't be following his wife, and besides, he didn't follow

her every time. The old woman had already gone home to take care of her grandson, who was injured in a fight. The young master's villa passed the day

unscathed , and I felt a little relieved.
December 5th, I went to work as usual. At 2:30 PM, Zheng Xianyu successfully stole the porcelain sculpture

beauty .
December 5th, 4 PM, from a house in the western suburbs, came a pair of shrill screams from a man and a woman, followed by...

There was a brief silence, but then there was no more sound.
That day I was on pins and needles; I didn't do any of the work assigned to me, and I was constantly distracted. I kept

thinking back, trying to figure out if there was anything amiss. The computer was connected to external speakers, and after the recording finished playing,

the pre-set software would automatically restore the computer and shut it down without leaving a trace.
I lived peacefully for a few days, but on December 8th, I was taken away from my home by the police. My wife gripped

my arm crying incessantly. She never imagined that what I told her that day—not to panic if anything strange happened

—would turn out like this.
Amidst the worry of my family and the astonishment of my neighbors, I entered the police car.
The sirens wailed as they drove by, and my heart pounded. Had they really discovered something? Fortunately, Zheng Xianyu

had already left; otherwise, if he had been arrested, questioning the two of them about their whereabouts over the past few days would have revealed everything

.
The interrogator was a man around 40 years old. His crisp black uniform made him look imposing, his face

unsmiling , and his sharp eyes seemed to see into the deepest secrets of others. I was hesitant to meet his gaze,

wanting to look away, but I felt that would reveal my true feelings, so I forced myself to meet his eyes.
The policeman couldn't get anything out of me; I answered fluently. My body was uncontrollably tense; I desperately squeezed

my legs , but they still trembled uncontrollably. I don't know if it was because the interrogation room was too hot due to its enclosed space,

or because of my guilty conscience, but I was sweating profusely.
The middle-aged policeman, unable to extract anything of value, grew impatient but didn't interrogate me further.
I was taken to a temporary detention center and spent the night there. I didn't sleep a wink, my mind racing, trying to figure out if I

'd given him any clues. I couldn't help but laugh at myself; thinking about it now was useless. I only knew that confessing meant leniency,

while resistance meant harsher punishment.
The next day, however, I didn't receive such favorable treatment. I was subjected to severe torture. The middle-aged man, his face filled with malice,

placed a book on my chest and then swung his fist. I groaned, my chest wracked with extreme pain. But that was the least of my worries .
Next came kneeling, being forced to drink chili water, being pricked with needles, being subjected to a "rocket ride" (a form of torture), and having my face washed by ghosts—I endured it all . I was terrified of death, but I couldn't succumb to torture. If I revealed the truth, my precious children would likely become someone else's. My daughter would probably have to call someone else "Dad." I burst into tears, releasing all my fear and dread. Then I held on, insisting I was innocent. 　　It was the third day after I was released on bail. My family and Xunmei came to take me home . My in 　　-laws seemed to know the policeman surnamed Zhang; they even chatted for a while. I was carried out, feeling utterly exhausted. Was there a feeling of rebirth after the terror? Looking at the sunlight outside, I smiled victoriously! 　　My in-laws didn't like Xunmei, but Mengchan persuaded them to let her in. 　　In the living room, I was being interrogated by my family, but I kept repeating the same words I'd uttered at the police station: "I'm innocent!" Seeing that I seemed somewhat dazed, my family didn't dare press me further. 　　Li Qiming's death felt like a mini-earthquake in X City. The X City Evening News had been following the story closely, and I bought a copy every day to keep up with the latest developments. 　　During this time, I was summoned for questioning several times, but they couldn't extract anything useful from me. I didn't speak to Zheng Xianyu for the time being ; we agreed to contact each other only after this matter was completely resolved. 　　Five days had passed, and I heard there was still no progress in the case. I felt a mix of relief and fear. These past few days had been exhausting; I hadn't slept well at all. 　　That evening, my parents-in-law said they were going to visit a friend and might not be back. I saw my father-in-law leave first, and my mother-in-law, after an hour of getting ready, emerged in a knee-length evening gown. 　　A pair of beautiful legs emerged from the hem of her skirt, the hem cinching her rounded thighs against the black fabric, which accentuated her snow-white skin. Lace lace peeked through her bosom, revealing glimpses of her cleavage. Her face, like a jade plate, was exquisitely beautiful, with arched dark eyebrows that framed a pair of captivating eyes—a perfect combination, radiating charm. 　　My mother-in-law walked past me, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, a subtle fragrance wafting in the air, her figure elegant and graceful, exuding charm. I gazed at her alluring figure, unable to resist stealing a breath of her lingering fragrance. The faint , and I stared blankly at her receding figure. 　　"Honey, still looking? She's gone," Mengchan said playfully, giving me a light pinch. It didn't hurt! 　　"Hehe!" I chuckled awkwardly, seeing my wife Mengchan's rare display of anger, I felt a pang of nostalgia . It had been so long since she'd dared to get angry in front of me. 　　I kissed Mengchan's lips, and she nestled contentedly in my arms. We went upstairs together. As we went up , I caught a glimpse of Mengjuan secretly watching us from a shadowy corner downstairs . I couldn't see her expression. I felt uneasy. My sister-in-law clearly liked me, but I already had Mengchan and Xunmei. Besides, she was Mengchan's sister, and Mengchan seemed to hate Mengjuan . So I had no improper thoughts about her. 　　That night, after making love, I temporarily cast aside my worries and fears from the day and fell asleep. 　　Before me was a hazy mist. I stepped onto a red carpet, and parting the layers of fog, I saw a naked woman. 　　The woman lay on her side on the carpet, her jade-like legs crossed, half-bent, half-assed, her buttocks rounded, her waist slender. Her face was upward, and although she was on her side, a twist of her waist revealed a large breast. A touch . 　　The woman's face was shrouded in a white mist, revealing only a small section of her delicate chin and a pair of luscious, luscious lips. One arm rested behind her head, her sexy, concave armpit connecting to her snow-white breasts. Due to her side profile, the concave area appeared even deeper, while the protruding breasts seemed even more pronounced. 　　Her other hand was inside her mouth, constantly licking and teasing. Her slender, jade-like fingers played with her playful pink tongue, her lips occasionally closing and sucking on her fingers. Glistening saliva dripped onto her fingers, then was licked back into her mouth, a continuous, alluring cycle. 　　The woman lay sprawled, her pear-shaped body surrounded by scattered rose petals, their delicate pink petals...

What could I do against this beauty's allure?
As if bewitched, I walked towards her step by step, gently parting her jade-like legs. Her tender vulva was already

oozing fluid, but strangely, it was red. I hesitated, but finally

thrust my erect penis inside.
Red fluid squeezed from her delicate flesh, splashing onto the equally red carpet, instantly disappearing from sight.

The woman had large buttocks, round breasts, and a pale, slender neck. As I thrust, I tried to

see her face clearly.
But her wine-red hair began to turn even redder, and the red carpet eventually turned into blood. I

felt as if were copulating in a river of blood. Each time I forcefully penetrated her body,

blood spurted from her genitals. The way it sprayed seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
A sense of fear crept in, so I thrust even harder, my movements becoming increasingly rapid, almost creating a gust

of wind, while the surrounding mist gradually dissipated.
The mist shrouding the beauty's head gradually dissipated, revealing a face—a horrifying, ghostly face!
"Ring..." It was the ringing of a cell phone, waking me from my dream.
I looked around, a little shaken. The room was shrouded in darkness, yet it made me feel safe.
I reached for the small table beside the bed and picked up the phone. My wife was also awakened by the ringing,

looking at me with some fear. These past few days had truly been terrifying for her. She had a great question in her mind, but dared not voice it.

Could she ask, "Did I kill that young master?" The mental pressure had taken its toll, leaving her exhausted and

a light sleeper.
I glanced at the phone number; it was my mother-in-law, Mingyue's.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, worried and afraid. Had the police uncovered the truth? My parents

-in-law had been working tirelessly for me ever since I entered the police station.
Tonight they said they were going to see a friend, but I believed it was just an excuse. I felt a deep gratitude towards this family;

they had extended a helping hand in my most helpless moment. My previous mindset was so naive and

petty. Lately, I've truly come to consider myself part of their family.
"Daren, can you come over?" My mother-in-law, Mingyue, asked, her voice low but hopeful.
"Mom, where are you? What happened? Where's Dad?" I asked anxiously.
"Mom? What's wrong?" Mengchan asked, startled.
"Daren, this is the Caesars Hotel, room 208. Come alone; your dad's here too."

The line went dead; my mother-in-law had hung up.
"Honey, what happened to Mom?" my wife, Mengchan, asked in alarm. I shook my head, indicating I didn't know.
I quickly got up, only to find my underwear was wet—it was nocturnal emission. I took off my underwear and gave it to my wife, who

looked at me with surprise. But she didn't dwell on it; she quickly helped me get dressed, wanting to come with me.
Worried something might have happened, I told her to wait for me at home, saying I'd call her. Only then did she

stop. My wife stood by the door, gazing into the distance, while my car disappeared into the darkness.
I rushed to the Caesars Hotel, heading straight for room 208. After a rapid knock, a

stunningly beautiful face appeared. A few strands of her high-bun hairstyle had fallen loose, draped loosely over her shoulders

, and her once elegant evening gown was now slightly wrinkled.
"Daren! Waaah..." My mother-in-law suddenly grabbed my shoulders and burst into tears, her sculpted shoulders trembling uncontrollably

. Tears of a beauty, the scent of a woman in my arms, her fragrance—I was momentarily stunned.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I gently closed the door. Although it was late at night and the hallway was

deserted it wouldn't be good if someone saw us.
My mother-in-law continued to sob. I gently embraced her delicate body and led her into the room. When I got inside,

I discovered my father-in-law was also there, but luckily, he was fast asleep.
I felt awkward; letting go of her was one thing, but keeping her was another. I nervously observed my father-in-law's

situation. If he woke up, I'd be in deep trouble.
"Mom, what happened?" I gently pushed my mother-in-law away, looking at this usually elegant and aloof

beauty, now like a wounded bird, and felt a pang of pity.
Tears streaming down her face, she recounted what had happened that day. She told me about her

past with her husband and that Zhang Jingxing, and how she had tried to secretly film a video to blackmail the policeman for my sake.

Unexpectedly, her plan backfired, and she ended up getting herself arrested.
I angrily cursed that scoundrel, then gently comforted the tearful woman before me. My mother-in-law's beauty

was pristine. Full breasts, rounded hips, a tall figure, and a dignified and noble air—

truly elegant and stunningly beautiful.
I couldn't help but kiss her forehead; her delicate face was soft and fragrant. My mother-in-law raised her head,

her jade-like face flushed with shyness, slightly intoxicated. Slightly tipsy, her makeup half-removed, her face was like jade, her breath like orchids.
She tiptoed, closed her beautiful eyes, and pouted her red lips, waiting quietly.
Her face was like a lotus blossom, her eyebrows like willow branches, her hair like clouds brushing against her snowy cheeks. What a beautiful woman she was! I was

so close to her, her jade-like face almost touching my own, her beauty unparalleled.
I carefully captured her small mouth with my own, but dared not go deeper.
Seeing that I hadn't moved for a long time, my mother-in-law, Mingyue, opened her bright eyes and gave me a somewhat resentful look. As if forgetting

the humiliation she had suffered earlier, her fragrant tongue, like a dagger and teeth like pincers, forcefully pried open my teeth, then,

unstoppable wildly swept away all the saliva in my mouth. Her little tongue, so agile, roamed freely within my mouth,

sweeping over every surface she could reach—the gums, the palate, the floor of her mouth—like a whirlwind sweeping away

an army
exchange of words, saliva flowing, our breaths sweet, our eyes locked, sparks flying

! The fire of desire was raging!

One of my large hands rested on my mother-in-law's proud breasts, gently kneading them. Even through her clothes, her breasts seemed even

firmer and more erect. I tried to unbutton her skirt, but couldn't find the right way, so I resorted to roughly kneading her

breasts like dough. Thankfully, her skirt was open underneath, revealing

her making her delicate lips even smoother, and with each touch, they involuntarily sucked on my fingers.

There wasn't a single clump of grass at the entrance to her vulva; the tender, soft flesh was warm, moist, and supple, like a slightly firm jelly.
I gently touched her vulva one moment, then stroked the inside of her thighs the next. The hem of her skirt clung to my

arm, the silky smooth touch like a lover's gentle caress. But how could my mother-in-law's skin

compare to this lifeless thing? Her skin, smoother than silk, more delicate than tofu, softer than pudding,

captivated ; I lingered, reluctant to let go.
My mother-in-law's cheeks flushed, her eyes alluring, her lips constantly entwining with mine. Her small hands gently

caressed my bulging abs, feeling my strength and masculinity. Cool fingers lightly glided over every

inch of my abs; those electrifying little hands, like willow branches, brushed against me, sending shivers of pleasure through me, an intoxicating, bone-melting sensation.
My mother-in-law wasn't satisfied with that. She quickly unbuckled my belt, pulled out my erect penis, and

grasped . The cold touch of her fingers on my penis sent a shiver down my spine. My mother-in-law gave me a seductive look

, and I felt a sharp pain in my groin. She grabbed my scrotum and pulled it out, making my penis bulge even more.
"Hehe! My little darling, your thing is so big, Mommy's been wanting it so much!" My mother-in-law's tongue slipped out of my

mouth, the tip curling upwards, licking the saliva from her lips. Her red lips and fragrant tongue were incredibly alluring.
"Mom, let's not do this anymore, and, and Daddy's right here." I had been blinded

by lust and hadn't been able to control myself, almost devouring this beautiful woman.
"Too late! You hypocrite with lust in your heart but no guts, I'll expose you now!" My mother-in-law started undressing me

.
I stood there awkwardly, annoyed by my earlier actions, and even more embarrassed by the fact that my mother-in-law had exposed my thoughts

. The beauty before me was none other than my wife's mother, my mother-in-law. If I did that with her,

wouldn't that be incest? Could I bear the consequences of such a depraved act? I already have two murder charges against me;

how could I possibly have the mind to mess around with her? And then there was my father-in-law, Liu Dongxian, lying on the bed. What if he woke up and we were discovered? How

would face
him then? But another voice inside me was saying, "Go for it! Aren't you longing for her body? This alluring

, beautiful woman is so tempting, fuck her to death! Enjoy the feeling that's different from her daughter's." This is incest;

aren't experiencing a kind of immoral pleasure?
My mind was in turmoil, and for a moment I dared not make a move.
But my mother-in-law clung to my naked body like an octopus, her nimble tongue gliding over my

body , leaving wet trails wherever it went. Her small mouth sucked, her pearly teeth gently bit, her fragrant tongue licked, and my skin felt both

painful and itchy, spicy and numb.
My mother-in-law, Mingyue, slowly squatted down, her fragrant tongue sliding across my navel and then down to the lush

Pampas grassland. The dark grass, nourished by her diligent watering, appeared exceptionally soft, shimmering with

dazzling .
My beautiful mother-in-law occasionally looked up at me, her alluring eyes electrifying, sending shivers down my spine.
Her bright red lips lightly kissed the glans, then her small tongue slid from the glans down my penis to my scrotum. Her small mouth swallowed one of my

testicles , which were thoroughly ravaged by her tongue through the scrotum's skin—licked, pressed, swallowed, and

sucked. My lower body felt both pain and pleasure, as if teetering between heaven and hell, experiencing pain and joy simultaneously.
I looked down at the beautiful woman before me; her smooth hair was styled into elegant updos, a few strands of black hair

escaping from her neatly tied updo and covering her ears. As she performed oral sex, her small, jade-like ears

would occasionally peek out from her hair, a pair of gold earrings dangling from her delicate, white earlobes. With

each movement of her head, the earrings would slap against her snow-white skin.
Further down, her soft, lotus-root-like arms swayed back and forth, her beautifully rounded, long thighs pressing against her slender,

smooth calves, the plump, youthful flesh bulging from beside her knees. The black skirt, unable to withstand the force of her

squatting , shrunk back slightly. Her white thighs were thus exposed to the air,

her snow-white skin translucent, even the tiny bluish-purple veins faintly visible. Her large,
pert buttocks, wrapped in black silk, were prominent. Although her beautiful back was concealed by her evening gown, her voluptuous

figure appeared even more mysterious.
Her occasionally raised face, her delicate features seemingly bathed in the glow of the sunset, shone with

a . She was naturally beautiful, her smile captivating.
My penis, under my mother-in-law's oral service, was almost about to ejaculate. But she skillfully

stopped , sometimes pulling on my scrotum, sometimes even forcefully inserting her slender fingers into my anus. She either eased

my desire or increased my pleasure; her skill was truly admirable.
"Son-in-law, let's go to bed!" My mother-in-law stood up, gently pulling me with her hand, and I followed

her to the bedside.
My father-in-law, Liu Dongxian, lay on the other side of the large bed, and I, as his son-in-law, was about to share

the bed . But I couldn't care less at this moment; my lust had been aroused by this seductive mother-in-law, and

if I couldn't release it now, I would rather be dead.
"Good son-in-law, there's still Zhang Jingxing's fluid inside me, you don't mind?" My mother-in-law's cheeks

were flushed , her eyes flashing with wolfish lust. As she spoke, she took off her black dress.
"Mom, how could I mind? That cop is a bastard! I wish I could skin him alive and tear

him apart!" I said, but I was still a little scared inside. That black-skinned dog surnamed Zhang had really terrified me

.
My mother-in-law, Mingyue, tapped my forehead with her slender finger and then chuckled, calling me a coward .

She said that when she picked me up from the police station that day, I looked like a wilted, drowned dog.
I glared at her angrily, and she giggled as she tossed the last bra over my father-in-law's head.

The two bulging cups pressed against his head, making him look like a pilot. I found it somewhat amusing and

couldn't muster any anger.
My mother-in-law, Mingyue, made me lie down, then, holding my penis, she sat down with her plump buttocks. With a "plop,"

my penis slid in to the hilt. Her hot vagina, having been previously moistened by the semen of cop Zhang Jingxing,

made insertion easy.
My mother-in-law let out a seductive moan, a hint of allure spreading across her face. Her large, plump buttocks began to rise and fall,

each one slamming heavily against my lower abdomen with a "slap slap" sound.
"My dear son-in-law, have you been secretly watching me all this time?" My mother-in-law, Mingyue, grabbed my nipple

as if to twist it, her face full of lust. Her full, plump breasts trembled up and down, heaving and churning.
"No, absolutely not!" I quickly protested.
"No? You still say no? I clearly saw you watching!" My mother-in-law really did twist it.
"Ah! Mom, be gentle... ah, it hurts!" My face turned pale, and my chest

burned with pain. But my mother-in-law still held on, but as I cried out in pain and begged for mercy, she loosened her grip a bit and

started pinching my slightly erect nipple instead. That nipple, which was originally only the size of a grain of rice, became as hard

as The erection, pinched in her hand, made me feel even more ashamed.
"Son-in-law, I didn't expect your nipples to be so sensitive, hahaha!" My mother-in-law laughed unrestrainedly,

then leaned down and kissed my recently afflicted nipple.
Her tender, wet tongue traced circles along my round areola. She looked up and saw my enjoyment,

giving me a seductive glance. Her plump buttocks didn't stop moving with the licking, continuing to bounce up and down,

and I tried my best to match her movements.
"Ring..." It was the phone ringing; the phone was on the bedside table next to me.
My mother-in-law and I were both startled and stopped. The ringing became faster and faster. I reluctantly

picked up the phone, glanced at it above my head, and saw it was my wife, Mengchan, calling. I gestured for my mother-in-law to be quiet,

then answered the phone.
"Hello, wife!" I adjusted my slightly panting breathing and answered the phone. I felt a little uneasy; the woman

on top of me wasn't just anyone, but my wife's mother, my mother-in-law.
When I called out "Wife," my mother-in-law, Mingyue, seemed particularly excited. She started moving again

, and a "slap slap" sound began.
I covered the receiver and quickly indicated to her that it was my wife calling. My mother-in-law gave me a defiant look, and the speed of

her movements increased rather than decreased.
"Honey, you've been gone for so long. Did something happen to Mom and Dad?" My wife's voice was

anxious , with a hint of tears.
"Nothing, just some minor issues. I'll be done soon." I couldn't think of anything to say to

my wife Mengchan.
"What happened? You've been gone for an hour and haven't come back yet. What

happened to ?" Mengchan pressed for an answer.
"Dad got drunk and got into a fight. I'm dealing with it now. Honey, ah..." My mother-in-law suddenly

raised her body, then quickly lowered her waist, her large, plump buttocks slamming down, her vagina

making a sound like she was farting. I couldn't help but cry out from the force of the upward and downward thrust.
"Honey, what's wrong?" his wife Mengchan asked worriedly.
"N-nothing... Dad got drunk and started acting crazy, he hit me." I looked at

my father-in-law, who was still lying stiffly on the bed like a dead dog, and couldn't help but use him as a shield.
"Ah? My dad's that drunk?" Mengchan was a little surprised.
"Wife, oh..." I was so excited I couldn't speak. It turned out my mother-in-law had secretly inserted her finger into my anus.
I glared at her angrily, but she increased the pressure of her finger. Under the double pleasure from my mother-in-law, I

spoke intermittently.
"Wife, your dad hit... me again, ah... wait a minute." I was already a little

dazed , the pleasure was overwhelming, and I ejaculated soon after.
"Honey, my dad doesn't usually act like this when he's drunk. By the way, your voice sounds a little strange?"

the curious Mengchan asked with some surprise.
I saw my mother-in-law finally get off me, and the weight in my heart finally lifted.
"Hmm, I don't know what's wrong with your dad today, I... ah..." A sharp pain

shot through my chest. My mother-in-law, Mingyue, used her old trick again, pinching and pulling at my nipple with her boneless, slender fingers. I quickly stopped her with one hand

, but she used her other small hand to knead my other nipple.
"Honey, what's wrong now?" the person on the other end of the phone asked again.
"Your mom pinched me!" In my pain, I blurted out the truth.
My mother-in-law stopped immediately, looking at me with a hint of reproach.
"Why would my mom pinch you?" Mengchan was shocked, her voice rising considerably.
My mother-in-law couldn't help but chuckle softly, biting her red lips, but she couldn't suppress her laughter, her shoulders

shaking with laughter .
I quickly covered the receiver, and once my mother-in-law finished laughing, I had already thought of an excuse: "Your dad hit me and

hurt me, so I couldn't help but hit back, and your mom pinched me." "Oh, is that so! Honey, will you be back tonight

?" Mengchan then asked.
"Tonight, I...I...I don't...know...ah...ah..." My mother-in-law gripped

my penis with one hand and pumped it rapidly, while with the other hand, she smeared some saliva on my anus, then inserted two

fingers , bending her knuckles and using her fingers to pry open the flesh around my anus.
I was speechless, my mind blank, and the phone I was holding fell onto the bed.
"Hello? Hello? What's wrong, husband?" My wife's voice rang out on the phone.
My penis grew larger and larger, the bulging veins able to feel the soft, slippery texture of my mother-in-law's hand.
Finally, my desire reached its peak, and my pent-up semen sprayed onto my mother-in-law's face and breasts like a machine gun.

The semen shot continuously for over ten seconds, leaving me dizzy and somewhat weak.
My mother-in-law was also startled by the large amount of semen, but she excitedly scraped the thick white semen from her face

into her mouth and then spat it out. She didn't waste a single drop of semen, wiping all the liquid sprayed onto

her body into her mouth. Finally, she stuck out her tongue and smiled contentedly.
On the phone, my wife's voice grew increasingly anxious. I reached out to grab it, but just as I was about to, my mother-in-law started

stroking my penis. I had already ejaculated so much, almost collapsing from exhaustion; I couldn't withstand her further squeezing.

I quickly stopped my outstretched hand.
The call finally ended, but then it rang again.
"Mom, let me answer it." I was a little afraid of my mother-in-law; this slut could kill with her actions!
My mother-in-law smiled and obediently picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and held it to my ear. But in my other...

She gently licked one cheek with her little tongue, it was ticklish.
"Hey, honey, what happened to you? Why didn't you answer the phone?" my wife asked anxiously.
"I bumped my elbow, and it went numb, so I dropped my phone on the sofa. Honey, you should go to sleep. I

'll finish this and come home right away." I felt a little guilty towards my wife and couldn't help but glare at my mother-in-law, who was nestled

beside .
"Okay, come home soon then. I'm hanging up." My wife hung up the phone.
"Your relationship has improved? That's right, couples quarrel in bed and make up in bed, that's how life goes

. You have to be nicer to my daughter from now on!" My mother-in-law became coquettish again, leaning against me,

her little hands stroking my body.
"Okay!" I didn't want to tell her about my wife's affair; it was all in the past.
"Good son-in-law, I've already helped you. Now, can you help your mother too? I want more!"

My mother-in-law's bright eyes still held a hint of unfulfilled desire. She propped herself up on one arm on the bed,

staring straight down at me.
"Mom, I really can't today. You almost made me faint. Can I help you with my hand? I'm

a little scared of her. No wonder my father-in-law, Liu Dongxian, is so obedient to her.
" "Hmph! Seeing that you've ejaculated so much, I'll let you off this time. As you said, use your hand to help me!"

My mother-in-law gave me a seductive look and then kissed me.
Then she got up from the bed and sat on the dressing table, spreading her two snow-white thighs, revealing her smooth, hairless

vulva. Her slightly brownish labia majora were wide open, and the tender pink labia minora inside were also parted in

a narrow slit. Her clitoris was pink and erect like a fleshy nub, moistened by her vaginal fluid, and even looked somewhat glistening under the light

.
The dressing table faced the large bed. My mother-in-law stretched out her small hand, beckoning me with her fingers, but I was a little weak

and waited for about 10 minutes before getting up. My mother-in-law had already inserted her fingers into her smooth, wet vulva and

was masturbating.
I stood naked opposite my mother-in-law.
I parted her plump vulva with my hand and inserted my fingers. My mother-in-law's vagina was still quite tight; even with two fingers inserted

, there was a suction. I quickened my pace, and my mother-in-law's face became even more flushed, her panting heavily. The fragrance of

her breath mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, sprayed onto my face, but I had no mind to appreciate this exquisite fragrance.

I just wanted to end this sinful lovemaking as soon as possible and go home quickly.
My mother-in-law started screaming, "Fuck me to death! Da Ren, harder, harder! Fuck my cunt to death, fuck

me!" She seemed to be full of strength and desire, tightly hugging my head and burying my

face in her full breasts. She was quite strong, and I was almost out of breath from her pressure.

So I concentrated all my strength in my fingers, rapidly and mechanically thrusting into her vagina.
After a while, my mother-in-law finally reached her climax.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her entire body leaned against me as if all her strength had left her.

If her buttocks hadn't been sitting on the dressing table, she probably would have collapsed like mud.
My mother-in-law squirted a lot of fluid; this must be the squirting I'd seen in Japanese porn—white, transparent, and sticky

.
"Daren, help Mom wipe herself down, and then put that dress on me." My mother-in-law, Mingyue, was

weak and powerless, as if all her strength had been drained.
I gently leaned her against the mirror, then went to get a towel, the dress, the lace panties, and

the large-cup bra hanging above my father-in-law's head.
I first wiped the fluid she had sprayed off my body, then carefully cleaned my mother-in-law's body. Then I picked up

her body and placed her on the ground. Her voluptuous, curvaceous body pressed against mine, especially her ample breasts against my chest

—it was truly intoxicating.
My mother-in-law's breasts were about the same size as Xunmei's, but hers were more elastic, while Xunmei's were softer.
"I won't wear these two, they're too much trouble! I'll put them in my purse later," my mother-in-law

said, pointing to her panties and bra.
I did as she said and put them in her purse, then helped her put on her skirt. The skirt was pulled up from the feet

, so my mother-in-law was practically naked underneath. The skirt had a back zipper, and I

started pulling it up from the back of her skirt, all the way up. The zipper, like an off-road vehicle, traversed peaks and valleys, then drove onto a plain,

and then climbed hills again. The woman's beautiful curves were perfectly showcased by the zipper's movement.

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My mother-in-law took off her earrings, turned around and gave me a charming smile. That smile was truly

breathtaking .
After getting dressed, I carried my father-in-law on my back, and my mother-in-law supported him from behind, and then we walked out of the hotel.
I drove, but my mother-in-law sat in the passenger seat, leaving her husband in the back.
My mother-in-law, Mingyue, checked her hair again in the rearview mirror, and only stopped when she felt it was almost done

. Her eyes were fixed on my face, and my cheeks felt hot. I didn't know how to

get along with her in the future.
"Daren, thank you!" My mother-in-law, Mingyue, stopped looking at me, staring at the road ahead, and said softly.
I took my father-in-law and mother-in-law to their bedroom, and as I was about to leave the bedroom, a pair of jade-like arms hugged

me tightly.
(To be continued)

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[Wife's Poison] Chapter Sixteen - The Mother-in-Law's Seduction and Allure

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