[The Sexual Growth Handbook] Revised Edition (12) Epilogue

Because of Ying'er's (Li Yueying's) teasing, I was almost losing control. My blood was surging,

and I ran down the street, taking three steps at a time. The text message mentioned that the hotel was nearby.

Luckily, it wasn't far. If it had taken any longer, I was really worried that I might have lost control and stripped down in

the street , staging a real-life naked madman scene.

The elevator was too slow, so I took the stairs.

407! Found it!

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

I knocked impatiently.

A moment later, the door opened, and a voluptuous and beautiful figure appeared.

It was my aunt, my aunt is JM.

"Hehe, Xiao Bo, you missed me? What's up..."

my aunt teased, her face unable to hide her surprise.

Since I returned to City C, I hadn't contacted her, so she was very happy today. She had dressed

up , her eyebrows were delicately drawn, her lips were bright red, and she wore a white and black double-layered knitted dress. Her long, straight legs

were encased in alluring black stockings, and her small, jade-like feet wore a pair of shiny black high heels. She was incredibly charming.

But I had no mood to appreciate this at the moment. I slammed the door shut. Before the woman could finish speaking, I pulled her

into the room and pushed her onto the bed.

I was panting heavily as I rolled up the dress that covered her plump buttocks, pulled aside my aunt's panties, and her entire

vulva was exposed. I began to lick her full vulva vigorously.

My aunt hurriedly said, "Ah... no, Xiao Bo, it's dirty there! I haven't showered yet!" She

was lying face down on the bed, her back to me, unable to see or touch me. She wanted to stop me, but

was helpless. A tingling sensation spread through her vagina and labia majora and minora, making her body go limp

. Her vaginal fluids began to seep out. Seeing that she couldn't stop me, she simply stuck her big buttocks up high, leaving me

to choose .

I felt the fluids sliding onto my tongue, the slipperiness of the penetration was right. I immediately unbuckled my belt, and with my pants and

underwear only half down, I eagerly grabbed my swollen cock and pressed it hard against my

aunt's vagina. My thick cock disappeared instantly into my aunt's vagina, my scrotum slamming hard against her plump buttocks.

"Ah... Xiao Bo, be gentle, it hurts!"

my aunt exclaimed.

But I didn't care. My penis was so engorged it felt like it was about to explode, it was so painful, I just wanted to fuck her hard. I gripped

my aunt's big buttocks tightly, and without saying a word, I started thrusting in and out with the most ferocious method.

Hmph! Hmph!

So good, so good!

Only under the pressure of the tight vaginal muscles could my big cock find relief.

"Plop!"

A dull thud echoed, and gradually, my aunt began to moan with pleasure. She could no longer

stand properly, collapsing limply onto the bed, her only movement being to raise her buttocks as high as possible, opening her vulva so I could penetrate deeper

and harder.

The tingling and numb sensation in my glans became more and more pronounced, and I finally couldn't resist. I pressed down heavily on my aunt's

back , and with a burst of strength, my big cock slammed into her vagina. Deep inside, a violent spasm occurred, and my aunt's orgasm

arrived at the same time. Semen spurted out, and vaginal fluid sprayed, creating a scene of overflowing love juice.

I lay on top of my aunt, panting heavily, my cock still thrusting inside her vagina, feeling the pressure of

the tender flesh .

It felt so good to ejaculate!

"Hoo hoo, you brat, trying to fuck your aunt to death!"

my aunt complained, drenched in sweat.

"Hoo hoo, it's all because you're so alluring today, Auntie. How could I resist?"

I said, kissing my auntie's pink neck and breathing hot air into her ear. My penis thrust against her clitoris again

; I knew she was a sensitive woman.

"Mmm..."

Sure enough, my auntie moaned comfortably. Feeling pleased by my coaxing, she stopped being angry and

slapped my buttocks, twisting her waist as she said, "Stop being naughty, get up. Quickly wipe me clean; you've ejaculated so

much, don't get it on my skirt, it's a new one!"

Little did she know, her action stimulated my limp penis once more.

I inhaled the mature, seductive scent emanating from my auntie, and my penis hardened again. I immediately continued to stir inside her vagina

, grinning wickedly, "Auntie, I want to do it again."

With that, I kicked off my half-pulled pants and, with my bare buttocks, pressed down on her forcefully once more.

"Wait, wait!"

my aunt pleaded, "Let me take my clothes off first!"

I ignored her, pulled out my throbbing cock, quickly climbed onto the bed, roughly flipped my aunt over,

grabbed her two plump thighs and forcefully spread them apart. Instantly, her voluptuous and wanton vulva was once again exposed to my

nuclear warhead.

Her two large, plump labia trembled slightly, her vulva dripping with juices, and from the

pink flesh, her little red mouth was still spitting out white fluid.

Without aiming, I pounced on her, a powerful thrust.

"Splash!"

Love fluid splashed everywhere.

"No!"—Ah…"

My aunt's pleading turned into a pleasurable moan.

I lifted my aunt's plump, smooth thighs and fucked her, one high heel dangling precariously from her high-heeled foot

.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

...

When the battle ended again, my aunt and I were both collapsed on the bed.

After a long while, my aunt regained consciousness, pushed me away, sat up to check, and as

she did so, her limp penis slid out of her vagina, semen gushing out.

"Ugh! My new dress!"

my aunt exclaimed, seeing a large amount of white fluid flowing from her voluptuous opening, staining her clothes, and

large wet patches all over the hem of her skirt.

"Ugh, ugh! I'll beat you to death, you bad thing."

Saying this, she raised her small fist and punched me.

"Let me see, let me see."

I got up, rested my head on my aunt's lap, smelled the honeyed scent from her vagina, and gently stroked her

smooth thigh, laughing as I rubbed it in, "Hehe, don't be angry."

"You're still laughing!"

My aunt's voice trembled with tears as she complained, "It's all your fault. — Look, your stockings are all dirty, and

your underwear …" She squeezed her underwear, which was practically dripping wet. "Your underwear is soaked through, how am I supposed to wear it!"

"Then don't wear it. — Hehe, you're used to it anyway, Auntie!"

I said mischievously, giving her a meaningful look.

"Pfft!"

My aunt burst out laughing, rolling her eyes at me before complaining tenderly, "You naughty thing,

always making fun of your auntie."

Her expression made my heart flutter.

Although this woman occasionally threw tantrums, she was never truly angry; a little

coaxing was all it took to make her fine. Even though I often teased her, often ignored her, and often made unreasonable

demands of her, she remained as kind to me as ever.

I was filled with emotion, and I pulled my aunt's voluptuous body into my arms, stroking her gently. I whispered apologetically, "I was wrong,

okay?"

My aunt sensed my tenderness. Although she wasn't quite sure why this sudden change had occurred, she was happy

as long as I was kind to her. She immediately forgot her earlier unhappiness and said coquettishly, "Hmph, then you have to

make it up to me!"

"Okay, okay, I'll make it up to you!"

I nodded in agreement, pretending to think, and said, "Let me think about how to make it up to you?"

My aunt looked expectant, her eyes sparkling.

"I've got it! The compensation is—"

I deliberately raised my voice, leaned close to my aunt's ear, and breathed hot air into her ear, "I'll do it to you again, Auntie!"

My aunt was slightly angry, "You naughty thing!"

I chuckled and continued with a mischievous smile, "Haha, Auntie, do you dare say that's not what you really think?"

My aunt's cheeks flushed instantly, and she said angrily, "You're so annoying, teasing me again."

As she spoke, she tried to bite me, and I naturally retaliated.

After playfully wrestling on the bed for a while, my aunt, exhausted and drenched in sweat, said she wanted to take a shower. I followed

her

, and we ended up splashing around in the water together. The bathroom was filled with amorous scenes, and naturally, I explored every inch of my aunt

's body. When I carried her back to bed, she was breathtakingly beautiful, her delicate skin displayed before me.

I must say, although my aunt was in her forties, her skin was still so smooth and delicate, her figure hadn't changed at all,

and she was still so radiant.

Gazing at her alabaster skin, I immediately kissed her, starting by sucking on her full breasts, then

gently kissing down her abdomen.

Finally, my gaze settled on her private area. My aunt had her legs wide open, and under my burning gaze,

her face even turned red.

Hehe, we're an old married couple, and she's still shy!

"Auntie, your fur is so soft and neat, did you trim it?"

"Auntie, your labia are so plump, and this little mouth, oh, it's greeting me!"

Auntie didn't answer, but just bit her lip, glared at me resentfully, and turned her head to the side.

I brought my nose to the entrance of the hole, took a light sniff, and teased, "Hehe, it smells good!"

Auntie's face finally couldn't hold back anymore, and she tried to cover it with her hand, but I wouldn't let her have her way . I grabbed her

little hand and said with a wicked smile, "Don't be in such a hurry, I haven't kissed it yet!"

As I spoke, I slowly inserted the tip of my tongue into the hole, licking it gently up and down, feeling the softness of the flesh inside.

Gradually the movements became larger and larger, and my whole mouth was sucking on Auntie's vagina with a "whoosh" sound. Sometimes I flicked

the clitoris, sometimes I gently bit the plump labia and shook it. Auntie was made to tremble all over, and a lot of

honey flowed out in waves.

My aunt moaned softly, her thighs unconsciously clamping my head between them.

I asked, "Is it good?"

"It's 'extremely' good!"

My aunt gasped, lost in passion. Suddenly, she looked at me, her eyes glistening, and said with deep emotion, "Xiao Bo

, it's been so long since you've licked me like this!" I, engrossed in my work

, was suddenly stunned.

Yes!

How long had it been since I'd licked my aunt like this?

I couldn't remember, several years!

It seemed that ever since I'd taken my aunt's body, I hadn't done this much.

Every time I was with my aunt, I couldn't wait to have sex with her directly, and many times, I

didn't even do foreplay, just thrusting in, causing my aunt to cry from the pain. It seemed I'd always treated her as

a tool for sexual release, only wanting to pour my semen into her body, and after ejaculating, I'd pull up my pants and leave, leaving her

to clean up alone.

And my aunt, she was still gentle with me, tolerating any of my unreasonable behavior or nonsense. Even if it hurt, she wouldn't

let me down. Even when I deflowered her last time, she knew it would be incredibly painful, but she still

agreed . Sure enough, the next day she was in so much pain she could barely walk, and in the end, so weak, she

had to walk all the way back to C City alone from S City.

I suddenly felt a chill of fear. What if she, such a delicate woman,

had suddenly fainted on the way home? What if she had encountered a gang of thugs and been gang-raped? Even more terrifying, what

if some pervert had taken a liking to her beauty, dragged her into a dungeon, and enslaved her as a sex slave!

I'd heard about such things in the news before; it wasn't impossible!

Then, wouldn't I lose this beautiful woman forever?

Thinking of this, a chill ran down my spine. Luckily, the woman was still sitting there, looking beautiful, in front of me. I

couldn't help but pull my aunt tightly into my arms, feeling her warmth and her soft body

. I whispered in her ear, "Aunt, I'll never bully you again."

Although my embrace made her body ache a little, she clearly felt

the tenderness and love in my heart this time. Especially when she heard those words, her delicate body trembled slightly in my arms,

and she hugged me back.

We stayed like that, embracing each other warmly for four or five minutes.

I gently kissed her delicate neck, stroked her smooth back, kneaded her soft breasts, teased her

tender , and rubbed my penis against her lower abdomen.

My aunt's eyes finally welled up with desire, and she whispered affectionately in my ear, "Xiao Bo, give it to me!"

After saying that, my aunt took my penis, adjusted its position, lifted her buttocks, and slowly sat down.

The tender flesh of her vagina gradually sucked my large penis deeper until it was fully inserted. Then,

my aunt hugged my neck, twisted her waist, and her vagina rhythmically undulated. I felt

as if every part of my penis was being carefully kissed by a small mouth, and my swollen glans was squeezed into various curved shapes.

The pleasure made my vas deferens, testicles, and anus twitch in waves, as if I were ejaculating.

My aunt's vagina was indeed amazing. If I didn't resist, I might have been defeated by her in three or five minutes.

No, I meant defeated by her vagina.

So, I hugged my aunt and said, "Auntie, I'm going to 'fuck'!"

I emphasized the word "fuck".

My aunt actually glared at me, not to be outdone: "This time, let's see who's fucking whom!"

Oh ho, just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm dying!

Grabbing her two plump buttocks, I held my aunt firmly in my lap and began to shake my hips wildly, my penis

thrusting heavily into her again and again.

"Smack!!"

The resounding sound of flesh colliding rang out once more.

...

By the time my aunt finally submitted to me, it was already quite late.

I can't remember exactly how many times we did it. I only know that my aunt kept climaxing and climaxing, but she

never gave up, her little face tense, looking like she was determined to fight me to the bitter end. I could only ejaculate and thrust again

and again, until my aunt finally begged for mercy, and only then did I stop.

Hmph, I had to teach her a lesson, otherwise she would really think my big cock was just a silver spear with a wax head—

all show and no substance!

After resting, my aunt and I got dressed. As for her underwear, hehe, to satisfy my

wicked desires, in the end—uh, in the end she still put it on, because I said I wouldn't bully her anymore.

Looking at the room covered in semen and vaginal fluid, I deliberately feigned displeasure and said to my aunt, "Auntie, look at you! You

've made a mess everywhere! What a hassle for the cleaning staff!"

My aunt pinched my waist hard, only responding with a glare.

When we checked out, the waiter's expression after checking the room was priceless, especially the look she gave me as we left

the hotel . It wasn't just shock, but also boundless admiration.

Heh, to be able to book a room with such a mature and beautiful woman, and this woman being so

thoroughly exhausted she could barely walk, and more importantly, the woman paying the bill—how could that not be

astonishing ? She practically saw me as a god! (My personal feeling, note: the waiter was a woman.)

...

From Monday onwards, my mind was filled with Ying'er, that alluring little vixen, throughout the entire workday. I've never

missed anyone like this before.

The moment I first saw Ying'er when I was in high school, I was captivated by her. I watched her intently

, every little gesture—whether she frowned in thought or smiled—stirred up my

emotions.

But back then, I could only admire her from afar, secretly burying these feelings deep within my heart.

Now, this wonderful woman truly belongs to me alone, and the sweet,

blissful feeling in my heart fills me.

I think about her all day, yet I can't go to her because my company is in the new urban district, on the outskirts, making it very inconvenient

to go and I usually live in the dormitory.

On Thursday morning, around ten o'clock, my phone suddenly received a text message. I opened it and saw it was from my little fairy,

just two words: "Miss you!"

At that moment, I could no longer suppress the longing in my heart.

I made up an excuse and asked my supervisor for a day and a half off, even leaving before the last few minutes of the morning

.

There was no other way; the city traffic is so congested these days, even a five-minute delay could result in being stuck in traffic for over an

hour.

I hurried across the street, entered the familiar neighborhood, stepped into the familiar stairwell, and finally

arrived at that cozy little house once again.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

I gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, the figure I had been dreaming of appeared.

"Husband...!!"

Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's, clear and sweet.

At the same time, a hot body pounced on me, her delicate arms encircling my neck, and a full,

cherry-like mouth pressed against mine.

Wow, it was so beautiful it melted my heart!

I couldn't help but want to taste the sweet nectar from her lips, and a playful little tongue responded passionately.

After a long while…

“Mmm…Baby…slow…down…”

Her passion was so intense that even I could barely resist. Finally, her little mouth moved away, her face flushed,

her eyes watery, staring intently at me, and she whispered, “I…miss…you!”

“I miss you too,”

I replied, pulling her into my arms again, tenderly cuddling her. Just as I was about to touch her,

I suddenly realized I was still outside the door. If someone saw this, I would be in big trouble.

Once inside, while I was changing my shoes, Ying’er proudly showed off to me, saying she had learned two new dishes and wanted me

to try them. I then noticed that she was wearing a cute apron, holding a spatula, dressed like a

housewife , with a graceful waist and slender legs, quite charming.

It seemed she was ready to be a wife and mother!

However, when the beauty turned around, the view behind her made my blood boil even more.

My gaze traveled down her smooth, white neck. Since Ying'er was only wearing a thin, form-fitting top at home

, her graceful figure was on full display. Her shapely buttocks appeared even more pert and rounded under her black short skirt, and her long,

beautiful legs were encased in alluring wine-red stockings. Her delicate feet were small and exquisite.

She was incredibly seductive, and to make matters worse, she was wearing an apron—the complete attire of a respectable young woman.

Having watched too many adult films from certain Japanese island nations, I almost lost control for a moment, wanting to pounce on her and

thoroughly humiliate her.

It's all the internet's fault!

I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself, while secretly fantasizing in my mind, wondering when I could try some

uniform fetish, or even stockings fetish?

During the meal, my gaze kept lingering on the beautiful woman's legs.

"Honey, what's wrong? Is it not good?"

Ying'er asked, noticing my absent-mindedness.

"Delicious, delicious!"

I replied, but my eyes never left her.

Those jade-like feet were so exquisite, encased in wine-red stockings, appearing so delicate, making my heart

itch; I really wanted to hold them in my arms and caress them.

Seeing the gleam in my eyes, Ying'er giggled and said coquettishly, "Honey, is it pretty?"

"Pretty, pretty!"

I nodded vigorously.

"Hehe... there's something even better, honey, do you want some?"

Ying'er said with a grin, her fair hand stroking her beautiful legs, lifting the hem of her skirt little by little.

The smooth, plump thighs were slowly revealed to me, and I swallowed hard.

My gaze continued upwards, and a sliver of black, lace-trimmed panties peeked out. Because they were so small, a few dark,

tender hairs peeked out playfully. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the beauty's body shifted slightly, and a

tiny pink fold of flesh slid out from the crevice.

So tempting!

I immediately turned my head away, afraid to look any longer, lest I lose control and stage a

Beauty and the Beast .

I'm not a beast.

Besides, she wasn't fully recovered, and I still remembered the doctor's instructions.

"Husband…"

a seductive, alluring voice rang out, laced with a hint of desire. Just hearing that voice, even a meditating

monk would likely lose control.

"Eat!"

I forced out, keeping my eyes straight ahead.

A flicker of surprise crossed Ying'er's eyes.

Not only her, but even I found it unbelievable.

My actions at this moment were completely different from before; I was behaving like a proper gentleman.

Although the impulse churning within me was immense, and it was difficult, I ultimately suppressed it. (

A difficult decision)

Despite not achieving my intended goal, Ying'er was even more moved, because she felt my heartfelt

pity and care.

Ying'er stopped teasing me, leaning tenderly against my shoulder, and whispered, "Actually, I... I'm

almost fully recovered. "

Ying'er lightly bit her lower lip, her cheeks slightly flushed: "I can 'eat' now!"

Such words, if not deeply moved, if not profoundly loved, how could a shy and delicate woman utter

them?

Her warm breath tickled my ear, yet it only made my whole body itch even more.

Although it wasn't deliberate teasing, these affectionate words were ten times more potent than any aphrodisiac.

Instantly, I felt two streams of hot blood shoot out of my heart, one rushing straight to my brain, blurring my

reason ; the other rushing to my lower body, my manhood springing high with a "whoosh."

Can I eat now?!

Then I'll…

no no no!!

I almost used all my strength, gritting my teeth, to reply, "Eat first!"

I buried my head in the bowl, closing my eyes, ears, and breathing, trying to transform my lust into appetite.

…

After lunch, in the afternoon, Ying'er nestled happily beside me as we strolled in the park.

It was a bright, sunny day, the weather was quite nice, and the temperature had risen several degrees.

The weather was lovely, so Ying'er was still dressed as usual, only adding a fitted women's

coat . Below her waist, she was still wearing a short skirt, stockings, and high-heeled boots, making her

appear tall and slender, even more alluring.

Looking at her, I thought again of that question that had been puzzling me for so long.

Why is it that in the dead of winter, you still see so many women on the street wearing thick cotton-padded coats on their upper bodies, but

only stockings or even nothing underneath, exposing their thighs?

At times like these, I always silently think to myself: Hey, beautiful lady, aren't you cold? Can I

touch you?

Women, strange creatures.

Unlike Ying'er, I was actually shivering a bit today because I had just taken a cold shower (I was so

uncomfortable), but after all, I've never been good at it before. Even though I'm fairly strong, I still

screamed and howled for a while while showering.

It's a weekday, and there are very few people in the park.

It's almost five o'clock, and the elderly people who used to stroll around are gradually heading home.

The whole park is tranquil, with lush grass and shady trees, instantly calming the mind.

Ying'er and I walked quietly along the path. At this moment, it felt like only the two of us existed in the world,

and we would continue walking like this forever.

"Take a break, honey."

Ying'er took my hand and led me to a bench in the corner.

As soon as I sat down, she plopped down on my lap, turning to face me with a grin.

A human cushion—why not take advantage!

Every time she does something to make me suffer a little, Ying'er is happy for half a day, and she always has to gloat to me.

Hehe. "

But honestly, it's not certain who's really at a disadvantage here."

I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, while Ying'er wrapped her arms around my neck, her little head resting on my chest.

We nestled , feeling each other's warmth and tenderness, until the end of time.

Uh... something's not right...

an untimely voice rang out.

"Honey, you're pressing against me!"

Ying'er pouted.

"..."

I was speechless, my face flushed with embarrassment, because that thing had long since stopped obeying my commands.

"Giggle..."

Seeing my awkward expression, Ying'er chuckled.

"Honey, do you want it?"

Ying'er asked.

I shook my head, but the unnatural expression on my face completely betrayed me; anyone could tell I was

lying .

Ying'er giggled, saying nothing more, and gently lifted a corner of her skirt in my direction, revealing

black lace panties underneath.

I swallowed hard and immediately looked around cautiously.

There was nothing around, and Ying'er and I were deep in the park, with a small

bush providing cover. Unless someone was deliberately looking for us, most passersby

would consciously avoid us if they saw two figures moving together from afar.

After all, nobody wants to be an annoying third wheel, and besides, this path was a dead end; no one

would wander into such a secluded place.

So, for a moment, I felt relieved.

Ying'er continued to tease me, her fingertips slipping into the seam of her panties, carefully parting them.

Instantly, her entire vulva was once again displayed before my eyes.

The delicate clitoris was meticulously adorned with it, and the two pink labia majora were gently joined together, like petals

layered around the mysterious flower core.

So beautiful!

Crystal clear, smooth and delicate, truly a rare treasure!

Ying'er's jade-like fingers proactively parted the petals, revealing the pink flesh and the soft, alluring lips within, and she said shyly, "Look,

it's ready to use."

My penis, which had already shown signs of erection, suddenly, with a "whoosh," a

sound as if it were tangible, rang out as my penis rapidly engorged with blood, springing up and striking Ying'er's shapely buttocks hard through her clothes

.

"Mmm..."

Ying'er let out a soft cry, not angry at all, but instead giving me an even more alluring glance.

Just one glance intensified the burning desire within me.

Sensing the intense longing within me, Ying'er's lips curled slightly, and she shifted her position,

facing me, kneeling with her legs spread across my lap, one small hand reaching to undo my pants.

Of course, I knew what she was going to do.

"No, no,"

I muttered to myself, my face flushed.

In my heart, two voices were arguing incessantly.

One said, "Knowing she's not fully recovered, you still did this! Didn't you say you'd cherish her?! You beast!"

Another said, "Didn't you see I kept refusing? I didn't take the initiative. How can you call me a beast?"

Just as I was extremely conflicted, Ying'er released my huge penis. She held it with her small hands,

lifted her buttocks, aimed, and sat down. The swollen glans disappeared into her vagina in an instant.

"Ugh, so good!"

I exclaimed happily, a sense of relief spreading through me.

It seems I'm still more of a beast at heart.

But I like it.

At the same time, I also had an indescribable feeling.

Wang Xiaobo, Wang Xiaobo, after all these years of dominating the battlefield, you've always been so powerful and

free . You never thought this day would come—you'd be forced by a woman.

Ha.

But I didn't have time to think about it anymore. The extreme pleasure from the glans made my scalp tingle.

Because there wasn't enough lubrication, the glans had difficulty advancing inside. The vagina was narrow and tight, creating intense friction between

the penis and the vaginal walls. The foreskin was pulled back, while the glans pushed forward,

creating a sensation of pain, numbness, and itching – a pleasure that made me gasp.

With each inch the glans advanced, the stimulating pleasure made my lips twitch involuntarily. Heaven was so close, and

I was on the 'path' to it.

Ying'er bit her lip, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and finally sat down completely. Her fair buttocks pressed against my thighs once more.

The moment the glans reached the depths of her vagina, a heavy thrust, combined with her passionate kisses,

sent a powerful wave of pleasure through my brain, almost causing me to ejaculate.

My vas deferens suddenly twitched; I sensed danger and gritted my teeth to hold back. Fortunately, it was in time, and nothing

serious . Even so, a few drops of semen still spurted out from my urethra, splashing into her vagina.

I breathed heavily, my voice trembling, while Ying'er rested against me. The thrust had brought her immense pleasure,

and she needed a moment to catch her breath.

She seemed unaware of my near-ejaculation, and I secretly wiped a cold sweat from my brow.

Thank goodness.

If she had found out I'd ejaculated so quickly, I'd be laughed at to death.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've experienced this. And every time I'm with Ying'er, something

unexpected happens; it seems she truly is my nemesis, my destined woman.

Ying'er began to gently sway, but I wasn't fully recovered; my penis was still

aroused .

With each twist of her hips, the head of my penis thrashed wildly inside her, each impact against the tender flesh

met with a squeeze and constriction. I felt my penis being played with by Ying'er's vagina,

bent and flattened, waves of pleasure shooting up my spine and into my brain.

The lewd secretions from her honey pot increased, continuously flowing onto my pants.

Ying'er slowly lifted her body, her glans being shoved out inch by inch by her vagina. Just as it was about to be completely withdrawn

, Ying'er forcefully sat back down.

With a muffled "plop," her entire penis was thrust deep back into her honey pot.

So good!

However, although the sound was low, it still sounded so jarring in the quiet corner of the park.

While enjoying myself, I looked around with some apprehension.

Ying'er, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned. She had her back to the road and couldn't see what was happening behind her, which only

made her bolder.

But I was on tenterhooks, constantly watching the distance. If a figure appeared in the distance, my nerves

would tighten instantly.

I hoped I wouldn't be discovered, otherwise tomorrow's C City Daily would definitely have a headline like: "Man

rapes woman in broad daylight, taken to police station by concerned citizens."

I wouldn't have anywhere to cry then. Would I be able to explain to the police officer: "Officer, I was the one who was raped

?"

Another charge must be added: raping a woman in the street, insulting the intelligence of the police.

Is there no law?

Where is justice?!

Ying'er's movements on my lap became increasingly erratic, her face flushed and covered in a fine layer of fragrant sweat.

I, on the other hand, looked much worse. Distracted, I couldn't concentrate on resisting the pleasure. The

surging, intense stimulation from my groin kept me in a state of near-rage, veins bulging on my forehead, my face burning

red.

Finally, after Ying'er sat down heavily once more, I couldn't hold back any longer. With a low growl, I gripped her

body tightly and pressed down, thrusting my hips upwards with all my might.

"Ugh...ugh..." My glans penetrated her uterus, suddenly swelling, and streams of semen shot

wildly deep into the passage opened by my penis . 　　A minute later, I ejaculated, feeling utterly exhausted, panting heavily while holding Ying'er's fragrant body. 　　When I ejaculated, Ying'er's eyes widened as if in disbelief. Only when several jets of semen spurted onto the inner walls did she realize it was real. She then smiled, clenching her vagina to cooperate with my ejaculation, sucking in every last drop of essence. 　　"Hehe, husband, you lost," 　　Ying'er breathed sweetly into my ear. 　　"..." 　　I remained silent. This time, I was truly tricked by this little girl; a crushing defeat. 　　"Hehe," 　　Ying'er giggled as she got up. My wet, sticky penis slid out of her honey hole, leaving a long trail of white mucus, followed by a large amount of cloudy liquid that trickled out. 　　Ying'er took out wet wipes from her bag and carefully cleaned my penis before turning back to wipe her own private parts. Clearly, in her heart, my little brother was her top priority. 　　On the way back, Ying'er kept laughing. She felt a great sense of accomplishment at making me surrender. When she noticed my displeasure, she covered her mouth, but her flushed face showed no less mockery . 　　I remained expressionless, thinking to myself, "Little vixen, just wait till we get back, I'll teach you a lesson." 　　As soon as we entered the house, amidst Ying'er's gasps, I swept her up in my arms, strode into the bedroom, threw her , and said fiercely, "Little girl, let's see how I deal with you!" 　　Ying'er retorted defiantly, "Hmph, I won!" 　　"Oh dear, trying to rebel? Bringing this up again, quickly admit defeat, or else… hehe!" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　I lewdly pounced on her. 　　"Hehe, no way!" 　　Ying'er playfully dodged. 　　But she couldn't escape my clutches. In no time, I stripped her naked, pinned her to the bed, aimed my weapon, and pressed down on her. 　　... 　　"Mmm..." 　　With a beautiful moan, Ying'er climaxed again. 　　This was probably her umpteenth time already; she was completely exhausted from my ministrations, limp and powerless in my arms, while I remained full of energy. 　　"How about that, hehe, admit defeat?" 　　I continued my interrogation while thrusting. This was a tactic I learned from the police—exhaustion interrogation. 　　"No..." 　　Even after being so thoroughly ravaged, Ying'er refused to yield, displaying a fearless spirit. 　　"Hmph, then don't blame me!" 　　I chuckled wickedly, pressing Ying'er down once more, preparing for the next assault. 　　To be honest, I was truly brimming with fighting spirit. Despite having ejaculated twice more, I was still full of energy, because this beauty in my arms was so incredibly arousing. Her petite and delicate body made her perfect for holding and releasing my desires 　　at will—how wonderful! 　　When the throbbing, red-hot abalone was once again exposed to my gun, I mischievously threatened, "If you don't surrender , I won't be responsible if I break it again!" 　　"Whatever, it's yours anyway," 　　Ying'er said, her breath slightly ragged, her face tired but very serious. 　　I had only meant it as a joke, but Ying'er answered me like that. 　　At that moment, I was truly stunned, a thousand thoughts rushing through my mind. 　　That's right, everything Ying'er did—teasing, coquettish, playful, or joking—all revolved around me. 　　She just wanted to get my attention and response because she truly only had eyes for me. That's why she could be willing to do anything for me, willing to give her all . 　　Her attitude had always been so serious and persistent. 　　Because she had me in her heart, no matter what, to make me happy, even if she was tired or uncomfortable, she would try her best to please me. 　　And me? I said I would cherish her and protect her, but I never did. 　　Thinking only of my own comfort and pleasure, I completely disregarded whether she could bear it. 　　Constantly considering the other person's needs—that's the true sign of deep love. 　　Looking at Ying'er's exhausted state, I felt extreme remorse. The burning desire in my chest vanished . I gently picked her up, kissed her little face, and tenderly said, "You belong to me too!" 　　Sensing the change in my tone, Ying'er's lips twitched slightly. She looked up at me affectionately, tears welling —tears of happiness this time. 　　We nestled together, quietly reminiscing about past funny moments— sweet nothings between lovers. 　　... 　　Time ticked by, and before we knew it, two hours had passed. 　　I could feel that in just that short time, Ying'er and I had grown closer, almost merging into one. 　　"Honey, go take a shower, you're all sweaty!" 　　Ying'er wrinkled her little nose, calling out "honey" so naturally. 　　"Yes, sir!" I answered loudly, then suddenly asked mischievously, "Want to shower together?" 　　"You're so annoying!" 　　Ying'er said reproachfully, giving me a coquettish glare. 　　"Hehe!" 　　I chuckled.

Teasing the beauty in my arms now and then is quite amusing.

I slipped into the bathroom and leisurely washed myself.

With her by my side, nothing could be more blissful!

But…

never mind, I won't think about it now.

…

As I whistled and strolled back to the bedroom, I realized something was amiss

.

Ying'er was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, her back to me, her slender shoulders trembling slightly

, as if she were crying.

What was going on?

Looking closer, I saw something beside Ying'er—my phone.

What?

My phone!!!

I suddenly had a very strong sense of unease. I slowly lowered my pace and walked to Ying'er's side.

Ying'er turned her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

Oh no!

My heart skipped a beat. Forcing a smile, I asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

Ying'er bit her lip, desperately trying to hold back her tears. "Just now... I got a text message. I

just ... glanced at it. It was from someone named JM."

"What did she say?"

I asked nervously.

"She asked if you were coming to her place this weekend?"

Ying'er gave me a sharp look.

"Oh, JM is my aunt. She invited me over for dinner this weekend."

My heart eased slightly. Thank goodness, she hadn't said anything inappropriate.

"But..."

Ying'er suddenly sniffled, tears streaming down her face. "But,

I saw... the text message you... sent her before!"

What?!

Damn it, I forgot! Modern smartphones store all information!

Damn it, phones are a killer!

"You made her book a room, you..."

Ying'er continued sobbing, "But... that day you were clearly with me, yet you lied and left, apparently

to go see that woman, sob sob...!!"

At this point, Ying'er began to cry bitterly.

She clearly remembered the date.

Last week, September 15th, was the day she "coincidentally" bumped into me; she remembered it clearly.

And the time I sent the text message to my aunt was September 16th, a day later, so

when , she could recall what happened that day.

If I had sent the text message before then, even if she saw it,

it wouldn't have affected her much, except for a slight feeling of unhappiness.

The key point was that on September 16th, I lied to her, and that I lied about going to a

room with another woman.

This was completely unacceptable to her.

By the time I understood all this, Ying'er was already a sobbing mess.

"You... hate... me?"

Ying'er choked out.

"How could I? Can't you feel my love for you?"

I said urgently.

"Then why did you lie to me?"

"I..."

I didn't know what to say, because I had indeed lied to her that day.

Seeing me remain silent, Ying'er's eyes welled up with more and more tears. She looked at me with teary eyes and

said sadly, "I hate you!"

She cried harder and harder.

Seeing Ying'er swaying from her violent sobs, seemingly unable to sit still, I quickly stepped forward and

hugged .

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

Ying'er struggled violently.

"Let me explain, let me explain!"

I held her tightly, refusing to let go.

"I won't listen, I won't listen!!"

Ying shook her head, desperately trying to break free. Because she had been abandoned once before, and this tragedy seemed to be repeating itself,

her emotions were turbulent, and she couldn't hear anything.

Tears rained down on my face, splashing onto my lips.

It was bitter!

"I hate you, I hate you..."

"Xiao Bo! I hate you!!"

The beautiful woman, tears streaming down 　　her face , screamed these words with heart

-wrenching pain. These words were like a knife tearing a huge gash in my heart, dripping blood, causing excruciating pain! A sharp pain suddenly 　　shot through my shoulder. In her grief and rage, Ying'er bit down hard on my shoulder. 　　However, the intense physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart at that moment. 　　A warm stream flowed down my back. 　　Blood. 　　Bright red blood! 　　Slightly salty and astringent, the metallic taste of iron seeped into Ying'er's taste buds. Through the layers of tears, she finally saw the deep teeth marks, a bloody mess. 　　Ying'er panicked, no longer struggling desperately, but instead sobbing softly, asking, "Does it hurt? Xiao Bo? Waaah, does it hurt?" 　　I silently shook my head. 　　Ying'er gently licked my wound with her little tongue, her small hands holding me, apologizing while crying incessantly, murmuring, "I'm sorry, sob... I hate you, sob..." 　　The contradictory tones were a true reflection of her current state of mind. 　　Love turned to hate, a complex mix of emotions. 　　Feeling the resistance in my arms lessen, I gently stroked her back to comfort her, slowly recounting the whole incident. 　　Basically, I explained that I was afraid of hurting her again, which was my true intention. 　　After hearing this, Ying'er cried, "Sob... why can't I do it, why can't I do it?" 　　She grabbed my penis and tried to sit on it, but I stopped her in time; I didn't want to twice. 　　I held her and lay her on the bed, constantly apologizing and comforting her. 　　Ying'er sobbed softly, thankfully not continuing her antics, just nestled in my arms, murmuring to herself:

"I can do it, don't go looking for anyone else, I can do it..."

Finally, exhausted from crying and talking, Ying'er slowly fell asleep, her little hands tightly clutching me,

refusing go even in her sleep, wanting to be one with me.

...

I barely slept all night, afraid something might happen to her again.

Ying'er groggily woke from her deep sleep, her eyes still closed, but her little hands immediately grabbed me. Only

after realizing I was still there did she feel relieved and wake up with peace of mind.

When she saw my bloodshot eyes and exhausted face, she silently buried her head in my chest and

softly apologized, "I'm sorry, husband, I was wrong!"

After a night's sleep, reason returned to Ying'er's mind. Recalling everything from last night, she realized

how unreasonable and unreasonable she had been.

Putting aside whether she could satisfy my strong needs after she recovered,

what was her position in demanding of me?

Was she my legal wife? Definitely not. Since it wasn't, there's no reason for her to ask too much of me, especially since she was the one

who initiated it.

Ying'er is a smart person. After hearing my explanation and understanding these things, her emotions weren't so

volatile anymore.

Besides, my words and actions have always clearly shown that I genuinely love and

care , without a trace of pretense.

"Baby, I..."

I thought for a moment, wanting to tell her everything, but I didn't know how to begin. I was stuck

there , unable to squeeze out a single word.

To be precise, I didn't know how to say it.

Should I say that I maintained this kind of relationship with my aunt, Aunt Bai, and even Aunt Deng?

And then?

Break up with them all?

I didn't want to. Although I love Ying'er, I couldn't abandon them. Men always have this kind of

weakness, wanting more than they have.

Continue to maintain it?

Wouldn't saying it or not saying it be the same? It would be deliberately making things difficult for them.

Saying it is bad, not saying it is bad, and I suddenly had a headache.

Just as I was caught in a dilemma, Ying'er suddenly spoke up, asking, "Are they pretty?"

I was slightly taken aback. Although I didn't know why Ying'er was asking this question, I still answered, "They're alright.

Of course , none of them are as pretty as you."

I had rehearsed this question a thousand times, and answered without the slightest hesitation.

Tell the truth? Hey, I'm not that stupid.

Women like to hear pleasant words.

However, when this answer, which I thought was impeccable, reached Ying'er's ears, she

frowned , glared at me slightly, and muttered, "It really is 'them'!"

The word "them" was heavily emphasized, showing how unhappy she was.

"..."

Oh no!

I've been tricked again!

I was heartbroken once more. This can't be fair.

After a long pause, Ying'er asked again, "How many women do you have outside?"

"Um...uh...uh..."

I stammered for a while, observing Ying'er's expression as I cautiously replied, "Uh, two,

two or three, I guess."

"Hmm?!"

Ying'er's brows furrowed, and she glanced at me sideways.

"Oh, two! Just two!"

I asked immediately.

This answer eased the woman's furrowed brows slightly, and my anxious heart calmed down considerably.

"Is it two or three?"

"Two!"

I answered with absolute certainty.

Aunt Deng? That shouldn't count, right?

This answer should be fine.

But, upon hearing this result, Ying'er's mood clearly dropped considerably.

Anyone who knows that their beloved man has other women outside, especially two, would certainly

not be .

I gently hugged the beautiful woman and whispered in her ear, "But the only one willing to have children for me is you, my

...little darling!" Warm

breath entered Ying'er's ear, causing her little ear to tremble slightly, making the small black mole on her earlobe look

incredibly cute.

Ying'er was somewhat moved, looking at me brightly and saying, "Really?" "

Of course!"

I tightened my embrace, holding Ying'er even closer, as if trying to merge her into my body, and said gently, "You

are my most beloved—little darling."

Ying'er finally felt relieved, nestled in my arms, rubbing her little face against my chest.

After a long while.

"Do you like children?"

Ying'er asked softly.

"Yes."

"Then let's do it now!"

Ying'er looked up at me affectionately.

"Now? But your body..."

I was slightly surprised.

Because while Ying'er was asleep, I had already checked her, and her delicate little vulva was noticeably swollen again,

although not as bad as last time, it was still under considerable strain.

Upon discovering this, I felt guilty for a long time.

"I can do it!"

Ying'er said, grabbing my huge penis and trying to push it into her little hole.

"No, no..."

I was genuinely worried about her.

"I'm going to!"

Ying'er simply got up, pinning me down, grabbing my penis and trying to sit on top of me.

"No..."

I tried to pull away.

"I'm going to..."

...

In the end—

I still didn't go in, holding Ying'er, wanting only to savor this tender moment. Even with the head of my penis halfway in,

I still forcibly pulled it out.

Unbelievable, right?

Even I find it unbelievable, I feel like I don't even recognize myself anymore, the me now is so different from before.

I'm completely different.

Before, I would even dream of having sex with the beauty in my arms.

But now, she offers herself to me, even trying to force herself on me, and I refuse.

Before, it was because of liking her; now it's because of loving her even more, but our actions are completely different.

Is this really me?

...

"Husband..."

Ying'er called lazily, nestled in my arms, "Let's go to the villa by the sea this weekend."

The villa was left to her by her ex-husband; it's by the sea with beautiful scenery, but Ying'er rarely goes there because

she's afraid of touching those bad memories. But now, hehe, with my love, things are different.

"And invite 'them' too..."

Ying'er added seriously.

Huh?

I hadn't reacted yet, just staring blankly at the beauty in my arms, while she just winked playfully and

smiled at me...

...

I walked along the road, feeling cheerful. I wanted to tell my woman this news as soon as possible, and I was certain

this time it would be a perfect ending.

As I walked through the park, I suddenly bumped into a familiar figure.

Ah?

Aunt Deng!

Uh, Aunt Deng doesn't seem to be in the ending.

"Hehe, Aunt Deng, I didn't expect to run into you here, it's been a long time!"

I greeted her with a smile.

"Hehe, Xiao Bo."

Aunt Deng looked at me with a smile, a beautiful curve to her lips, and said, "I saw you just yesterday

."

Yesterday? Did I?

"You just didn't see me!"

Aunt Deng gave me a meaningful look and continued.

I scratched my head and said awkwardly, "Um, maybe when I was going home..."

"No, right here in the park."

Aunt Deng winked at me.

Ah!?

The park!?

Yesterday I was in the park...

I felt a little guilty and looked at Aunt Deng uneasily.

"Hehe, you're quite bold."

Aunt Deng teased, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Uh, I was found out after all.

Although there weren't many people in the park yesterday, and we were very careful, there's a saying, "

Nothing is impossible for a willing heart."

I didn't know how to answer.

"Is that the woman you've recently met?"

Aunt Deng interjected, her tone slightly strange, as if...

"Uh...yes,"

I replied blankly.

Suddenly, something felt off. Why did she say "new"? Could it be...?

Sure enough, Aunt Deng smiled again, "Do your aunts know?"

Ah!

Aunts? And "them"?

I broke out in a cold sweat.

Aunt Deng, you're so thoughtful!

Didn't we agree not to interfere in each other's lives?

This is against the rules! At this moment, I really didn't know what to say, because Aunt Deng rarely talked to me about these things . What

was going on today ? 　　I didn't know how to answer, and for a moment, the world fell silent. 　　A gentle breeze blew, and maple leaves danced. 　　Aunt Deng's dark hair swayed in the wind, soft and graceful. A corner of her white dress lifted, revealing a small patch of her pink and plump thigh, adding a touch of charm to her whole being. 　　"Want to walk around with me?" 　　the beautiful woman smiled gently. 　　Although it was phrased as an inquiry, there was a tenderness in her voice that I couldn't refuse. 　　"Mm," 　　I nodded. 　　The park was quite large, and Aunt Deng and I walked quietly through it. The feeling was subtle, because we rarely had time to stroll alone like this. Every time, it was just for business, and we rarely had time to calm down and truly connect with each other. 　　I could sense that Aunt Deng was also a woman with rich emotions, but she usually kept . 　　She appeared outgoing and passionate on the surface, but perhaps her heart was delicate and tender. Who knew? Because no one had ever truly understood her. 　　The park was still quite deserted today, and I suddenly remembered that the Mid-Autumn Festival was just a day or two away. 　　During the Mid-Autumn Festival, every family eats mooncakes, symbolizing reunion. 　　But Aunt Deng, she probably often spends the festival alone! 　　When we reached a secluded grove, Aunt Deng leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance with a touch of melancholy. 　　I secretly glanced at her again, but found that her face had returned to its usual indifference, revealing no emotion whatsoever. 　　"Just stay here quietly." 　　　Suddenly— 　　"I wonder what it feels like, it must be wonderful!" 　　Aunt Deng gave me a charming glance, lightly touched her red lips with the tip of her tongue, braced her hands on the railing, lowered her body, and subtly arched her beautiful buttocks backward. 　　If I still didn't understand what she meant, I would be an idiot. 　　Damn it, whatever! 　　My swollen penis hadn't had a proper rest since last night, and now with such a wonderful body laid out before me, I instinctively felt my mouth dry and my whole body hot. 　　Silently, I walked behind Aunt Deng, slipped my hands under her skirt, and kneaded her smooth, firm, plump buttocks. 　　So soft and fluffy, it felt amazing! 　　My fingers slipped through her thin panties, immediately caressing her uneven, tender, and curvaceous vulva, gently pinching her pink nipples, teasing her petals, and darting through the crevice. In no time, my hands were soaked with her juices. 　　Without any further movement, I pulled out my big thing, aimed it at her honey hole, and thrust it inside. 　　The glans fiercely broke through the entrance, penetrating more than halfway in! 　　"Mmm..." 　　Aunt Deng hummed comfortably, biting her lower lip to savor the pleasure, while turning back to encourage me coquettishly.

With another forceful thrust, my massive penis plunged deep into her vagina, slamming into her clitoris. Instantly, juices splattered.

I gritted my teeth and embarked on my conquest.

...

"Ugh!"

"Mmm..."

After two groans of extreme pleasure, her vaginal fluids mingled, overflowing, a perfect blend.

I pressed myself against Aunt Deng's body, holding her slender waist and panting, while playing with her breasts.

Aunt Deng's forehead was covered in fragrant sweat, her face radiating charm and satisfaction, her cheeks flushed like apples—I wanted to take a bite.

Such a delicate beauty, I was also quite attached to her. After a moment's thought, I asked, "

Aunt Deng, are you free this weekend? Want to come over to my place?"

This "come over" wasn't just a simple visit.

If she went, she would inevitably run into several other women, and my relationship with her would be completely exposed.

Regardless of what Aunt Deng thought after hearing this, I sincerely invited her, wanting to make her happy, because I

always felt a little guilty seeing her all alone.

This was the first time I had invited Aunt Deng, but I didn't know how she would react.

The beautiful woman didn't answer, still leaning on the railing, her head lowered, motionless, as if still immersed in

her orgasm .

Silence.

But sometimes silence is another attitude.

Sigh.

Sure enough, I thought too simply.

I sighed helplessly, preparing to pull out my thing, little by little.

But just as the head of my penis was about to leave her honeyed cave, I found it tightly gripped by Aunt Deng, stuck inside her vagina,

unable to move.

"Aunt Deng?"

I asked, puzzled.

But then I saw Aunt Deng turn her head, smiling, and say, "That depends on your performance, you little rascal!"

Her beautiful eyes gave me a charming wink.

Ah!

My heart skipped a beat...

(The End)

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