Wild Apple (Complete)

On a warm spring day, the sun shone brightly on the lush green mountains.

Due to the continuous spring rains of the past few days, a silver ribbon-like

stream had appeared on Kau To Shan in Tai Po, New Territories, shimmering in the sunlight, almost resembling a summer scene.

Ho Tin turned the car into a valley, and a vast expanse of grass suddenly opened up before him. On both sides of the road,

wild shrubs and grasses sprouted tender buds, fresh and delightful, while small chrysanthemums swayed gently in the breeze stirred by the car. Ho Tin

squinted, gazing at the "silver ribbon" in the mountains. Below, a small white villa was his destination

.

He had visited that house over a month ago; it was a typical country villa, far from the hustle and bustle,

exquisitely furnished, like a foreign mansion seen in a movie. Being there would surely

feel like a dream. Even so, Ho Tin still couldn't understand why Yu Ying would abandon her luxurious city

house and move to this remote countryside.

Hu Yuying was the mistress of the house and He Tian's close friend. Her husband, Mr. Huang, was

the "president" of a large trading company. He Tian had worked for Mr. Huang for two years, which is how

he met the beautiful Mrs. Huang, Hu Yuying, and their romantic relationship began. He Tian was now self-employed,

running a small electronics factory with a friend. He was quite well-off and finding a suitable wife wouldn't be

difficult . However, he remained single, precisely because of his deep affection for Yuying.

Thirty yards from the villa, beside a private road paved with gravel, stood a wooden sign inscribed with the words "

Qingliu Xiaozhu" (Clear Stream Retreat).

Indeed, behind the house, a man-made stream flowed gently, its source

connecting to the Silver Stream on the mountainside, making the name quite fitting.

He Tian slowed his car, proceeding slowly forward. Suddenly,

a It was pure white, tall and imposing, seemingly a mix of a sheepdog and a wolfhound, its

two rows of sharp, white teeth making it even more intimidating. It leaped into the road, blocking He Tian's path.

He Tian slammed on the brakes, glaring at the beast. It reared up on its front legs, its massive paws

on the hood of the car, baring its teeth and growling menacingly. Its ferocious appearance terrified him, and

he instinctively honked the horn.

After the horn sounded, a figure emerged from the brown bushes. She was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen. Actually,

judging by her hairstyle alone, He Tian might have mistaken her for a boy! But her sweater clearly revealed

two mounds of breasts that only a woman could possess, confirming her gender.

The girl had a round, sweet face, bright, dark eyes, and was quite mischievous. Beneath the faded

jeans were a pair of old, short leather boots, and she held a hat in her hand, a pretty feather dangling from its brim.

The little girl fanned herself with the hat as she slowly walked towards He Tian. He Tian secretly

relaxed , peering out the window at her: "Jia Rong, you're really joking!"

"Haha! I guess I didn't scare you too much!" The little girl, Huang Jia Rong,

patted He Tian's head with her hat, displaying a smile as bright as spring blossoms.

"Hey! How can you let this vicious dog run around like that?" he said, his tone tinged with displeasure. "Tell it to

get off! I just bought this car."

The little girl got angry and slapped the roof of the car hard. "If you call my Ali a vicious dog again

, I'll change its name to He Tian!"

He Tian couldn't help but smile wryly and shrugged. "Oh! I'm really scared of you! Jia Rong,

what's ?"

She grabbed the car door and said, "Let Ali and me get in the car before I tell you."

"Then... Ali is coming in too? Not really... okay!" He Tian was quite embarrassed. The vicious dog terrified him

, and now it was still clinging to the hood and wouldn't get off!

"You stingy thing!" Jia Rong slapped the car hard again, making his heart ache. She pouted and cursed

, "What's so great about a new car? And you call yourself a boss!"

"Jiarong, are you getting in?"

"No, no! Go see her yourself!" The little girl called to the big dog, which jumped away and ran over to her, wagging its tail

obediently and friendly. She pointed at He Tian and said to the dog, "Recognize this gentleman's

true colors! Ali, he only deals with women!"

He Tian continued driving, leaving her and that beast behind, but he was still a little annoyed. That little brat

dared to mock him; he had to find a chance to teach her a lesson! But then he remembered that Jiarong wasn't Yuying's

biological daughter. He'd heard that

Jiarong was born to Mr. Huang, before he married, when he fell in love with a dancer in a brothel. They broke up when Jiarong was seven, but Jiarong was always his

precious daughter . Two years later, Mr. Huang found Yuying to be her new mother.

Because Mr. Huang doted on her so much, her new mother couldn't discipline her strictly. Yu Ying herself

hadn't had a child in seven years of marriage, and given her unusual relationship with He Tian, she was "not upright herself," making it even more

difficult to control her increasingly unruly daughter.

He Tian's displeasure vanished upon seeing the beautiful and refined Yu Ying. Yu Ying had already spotted He Tian's car from the floor-to-ceiling windows on

the second floor . She

glided effortlessly down the red carpeted stairs to the front door, ushering her close friend in before the two maids could reach him.

They clasped hands, their eyes sparkling with tenderness. A subtle yet alluring

smile a light touch of her finger in He Tian's palm sent a shiver down his spine. The two maids discreetly withdrew from

the living room, where two cups of fragrant tea steamed on the sofa.

Yu Ying asked him softly, "Da Ling, isn't my dress pretty?"

He looked her over; it was a knee-length skirt, a blend of Chinese and Western styles, made of shimmering velvet with a subtle floral pattern

, highlighting her shapely, fair legs and captivating him.

"Very beautiful," He Tian gently touched her waist, winking slightly, "but it doesn't look like a village woman's

everyday clothes !"

"You're laughing at me!" she said shyly, "The environment here is so beautiful; I'm willing to be a country woman."

"The most beautiful country woman," he added. Two cups of hot tea were left untouched as the amorous couple

went upstairs. Passing the terrace, they both glanced at the path.

"Where has that wild girl gone off to?" she whispered. "But let's ignore her! She won't

bother ."

"She was laughing at me just now," He Tian hugged her tighter, his lips close to Yu Ying's fair earlobe, "but I don't

take her seriously, especially after I saw you..."

Yu Ying silenced He Tian's unfinished words with her soft, cherry-like lips, her full breasts pressed against him, her moist

, fragrant tongue exploring his lips; her jade-like hands slid and caressed his back. She was a twenty-six-year-old

woman, at the peak of her womanhood, pampered and comfortable in her daily life. Her only regret was that she and her husband were in a "cold war,"

and their intimacy was unsatisfying; her physical needs were at an age where they were becoming increasingly intense, and because of her partner's

deliberate indifference, she had developed a special sexual hunger.

As soon as they kissed, Yu Ying trembled with excitement, desire bursting forth from every pore of her body.

But she was a noblewoman, and she absolutely could not fool around with He Tian in this place that served as a sitting room. When He Tian impatiently touched her

zipper, she blushed and shook her head, saying, "Daling! Not here..."

He still couldn't help but touch her pert buttocks, which made Yu Ying playfully slap him.

Only then did he leave her cherry lips, smiling sarcastically, and tightly embrace her slender waist as they walked into the bedroom together.

As soon as they entered the room, the large, light purple round bed caught his eye, making him whistle involuntarily.

Yu Ying said in a coquettish voice, "Everything here is arranged for you! I won't allow him to add

any opinions."

"You're so considerate of me, Daling!" He Tian closed the door and carefully asked her, "Is it locked

?"

"Don't worry, Daling! Right now, he's still at the company admiring his secretary's buttocks!" She

chuckled .

"He's the biggest idiot in the world, ignoring the bright moon at home and only

eyeing vulgar women."

"Kiss me... how I miss you!" She left her unfinished business to her lover, first

offering him her fiery red lips.

He kissed her fiercely, his hands moving hastily, quickly pulling off her skirt and loosening her bra,

revealing her full breasts with a white, jade-like luster—a sight comparable to bowling balls! He Tian, captivated by the sight,

immediately embraced her passionately, his lips pressing against her rosy clitoris. Yu Ying trembled, eagerly

tilting her head back, offering her burning breasts to him.

"You smell so good, so smooth!" He Tian teased her breasts, then unfastened her thin silk

panties , revealing a patch of dark skin. She covered herself and tapped the back of his head.

He chuckled wickedly as he watched her escape onto the purple round bed, lying face down against the wall. Her bent thighs

still betrayed a glimpse of her voluptuous figure. In her haste, He Tian nearly stumbled as she untied herself.

She turned to look at him, her hands covering her private parts. However, Yu Ying was exceptionally well-endowed;

her were a vast expanse, and even her delicate hands couldn't conceal them. Dark hair peeked from her palms—that was what He Tian

dreamed of, that made him feel invigorated every time he saw her naked.

"You're already a fiery beauty, and with this purple round bed, you're even more like a furnace," he said, his gaze

burning into her.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want to do—throw you into this furnace and refine you!" A deep, itchy

sensation made her want to rub herself in front of He Tian. But

He Tian quickly removed her tender, bamboo-like hand; he wanted to use his mouth to tickle his lover.

"Oh! No!" she cried out in a short breath, scrambling to her feet like a rabbit. Her jade-like arms wrapped around his

neck like snakes, her flushed face revealing an indescribable shyness. Her legs also encircled him, quickly pressing herself tightly

against . He Tian was already as impulsive as a young man. Yu Ying's gentle, warm touch sent a strong

electric current through his body. He groaned, "What a passionate sir!"

She moaned repeatedly, excitedly rubbing her two swollen, jade-like breasts against him. Her clitoris hardened,

became engorged, and her entire body trembled. He Tian's hands

danced , finally breaking through in the middle, only to find that she was already in a state of blissful arousal, her peony blooming with dewdrops.

Unbearable moans were choked in her throat. Her blood vessels throbbed, but her body grew weaker and weaker, until finally she

was paralyzed in a spread-eagle position, allowing He Tian's mouth to kiss every peak and valley of her body. At this

moment, an expression of both joy and fear rose on her face. A strand of black hair brushed against her red lips, which she bit,

her trembling body seeming to exude heat from every pore.

He Tian was captivated by her exotic fragrance, and even more so by the intense

hue . He praised her in a primal, animalistic way until she was completely overwhelmed with desire. She seemed as

shy as if her skirt had been blown up by a strong wind in a crowded place, and couldn't help but pinch him playfully.

He chuckled and ran into the bathroom. When he came out, Yu Ying was already lying in a pool of purple, her delicate body as smooth as jade,

but all he saw was a ball of fire. The fire of male and female immediately intertwined and burned together.

Yu Ying gasped softly, revealing all her secrets to him, allowing him to penetrate her freely. The impact she endured was so

intense that the flames engulfed her most delicate parts, shimmering and radiating there. She unconsciously dug

her nails into He Tian's lower back.

He Tian kissed her lips, releasing fragrant breaths. He Tian also wantonly kneaded her breasts

, which swelled as if about to burst, their tender skin glistening with a layer of fragrant sweat, making them even more slippery to the touch. This mature and alluring

woman constantly sought ways to maintain her beautiful curves. Moreover, before marriage, she

was a shareholder and instructor at a beauty and fitness center. Therefore, even after many years of marriage, apart from being slightly

fuller than before, she was practically no different from her teenage years.

Most wonderfully, He Tian felt that her vagina was as tight as a newlywed woman's, and even more

sensitive . He Tian was strong but not fat, with exceptionally firm muscles, which was

the reason Yu Ying had remained deeply in love with him for so many years. Being with him was a guarantee of physical and mental pleasure. With explosive force, he caused her to convulse several times within five

minutes . Her long, slender legs limply draped over He Tian's back, only her four hot lips

still pressed together like kissing fish. At that moment, her fragrant, cool moisture flowed to him incessantly, and his fingers touched her breasts...

His gentle caresses on her clitoris sent shivers down her spine.

He paused, tenderly giving her a moment to catch her breath. Yu Ying sighed softly, "Ah! Da

Ling... you always maintain the highest... standard!"

"Just like your figure, which has been perfect for years." He Tian was also slightly out of breath, his warm, moist breath tickling

her ear.

She wiped the sweat from his back, showing her tender affection for He Tian; he kissed her incessantly, kissing

her cheeks and nose, causing her lips to part, revealing a row of white teeth, saliva welling between them. In this

blissful moment, the moisture in her body was uncontrollable.

"How much I love you... even if he wanted to kill me, he couldn't stop me!" She moved her hands to his strong

muscles below the waist, increasing the pressure, while her long, slender legs stretched out straight at the foot of the bed,

even lifting He Tian up. He looked at her with excited eyes, and she nodded knowingly. He immediately

poured all his energy into her melting paradise, striving to complete this cultivation of love.

She moaned, simply because He Tian was too savage, too fierce, and had used

a method that was absolutely advantageous to his invasion. Standing by the bed, he unleashed his innate conqueror instincts.

Afterwards, she lay limp by the bed, her legs dangling on the carpet. He Tian, his body weak and powerless, held her,

forced to kneel there. His heavy breathing left a damp patch on her chest—a moment of unforgettable pleasure. They

were fearless; even if Mr. Huang suddenly burst in with a gun, they would willingly embrace and

gladly accept their fate.

A few loud barks came from outside the window, startling He Tian so much that he immediately raised his head. Needless to say,

the barking came from the vicious dog kept by that brat Jia Rong. Yu Ying, however, seemed unmoved. Her eyes remained

closed as she scratched the soft hair between He Tian's legs and let out a slight sigh.

"Won't she run into us?" He Tian asked worriedly.

"Ignore her!"

"That vicious dog barks so fiercely, what if someone else comes?"

"I don't care if someone comes." A blush rose on Yu Ying's pale face: "Da Ling! Don't let

anyone ruin the wonderful atmosphere in this house."

"Aren't you having enough fun?"

"I could play with you for a century and still not be enough, unless you die. But when you die, I will resolutely follow

you!"

"Yu Ying, I wish I had two lives to love you!" Moved by her tender affection, He Tian,

as if talking in his sleep, repeatedly embraced and kissed her.

Just as they were deeply in love, a loud bark suddenly erupted from the second floor.

Startled, they looked at each other and glanced towards the door, only then remembering that the door was locked. They hadn't expected the beast to break in.

Even so, instinctively, the two lovers jumped onto the bed in alarm and quickly grabbed

a blanket to cover themselves.

"Alex, Alex, are you crazy?" came Jia Rong's still-childish voice, panting softly,

making low footsteps on the carpet in the hallway.

Yu Ying gave her lover a wry smile: "What is this wild girl up to? So annoying!"

He Tian was about to speak when a strange sound came from the door—sharp, urgent, and mixed

with the beast's whimpers. They immediately recognized it as Alex scratching with its claws.

He Tian, terrified, cried out, "Daling, quickly chase it away! It...it will bite me to death!"

Yu Ying shouted angrily, "Jia Rong! Take it away immediately!"

"Yali, don't be crazy!" Jia Rong also came to the door. Despite her urgency,

her tone was still sweet and cloying, as if the beast were her beloved boyfriend. Yali was indeed obedient, only

sniffing outside the door, snorting as if facing a formidable enemy. Jia Rong just kept saying, "Yali, be good, be good

!" She showed no intention of leaving.

So what was she doing? Anxious, He Tian whispered in Yu Ying's ear, "This is terrible! That beast

has caught my scent."

"Don't be afraid!" She gave him a look, and he immediately got up, hastily gathered his

clothes shoes, and was about to tiptoe into the bathroom when the vicious dog started barking fiercely again, causing him

to drop his shoes.

"Oh! You've rebelled!" Yu Ying was heartbroken to see him so frightened. She

clenched her fists hysterically and screamed, rushing naked to the door and shouting viciously, "Jia Rong,

get out! Take it out right now!"

There was no sound outside the door. Although He Tian had locked himself in the bathroom, his heart was still pounding. Less than a

minute later, they both heard the beast barking from the driveway outside. But the barking wasn't the ferocious sound of it about to devour someone

; instead, it was the cheerful laughter of it playing and frolicking with its owner.

"Come out quickly, Da Ling!" Yu Ying hurriedly knocked on the bathroom door, only to see He Tian already dressed, sitting on the edge of the tub

putting on his leather shoes.

"What a spoilsport!" He shook his head and sighed, standing up to embrace her, who was still naked.

Yu Ying said angrily, "I will definitely find a way to punish her."

"How to punish her?" He Tian hung his head dejectedly like a defeated rooster: "To cover up our secret, it seems

we still have to please her! Otherwise, she'll tell Lao Huang..."

"Don't worry, Lao Huang already knows our secret anyway. He's not a dead man; how could he

not suspect us all these years?"

"Yu Ying, as long as you're determined to leave him, we won't have to worry about anything, unless you..."

"There's no unless!" Yu Ying looked at him firmly: "I've been

tested enough in how I treat you all these years. The question is, can you cultivate your character and be a good husband?"

This question made He Tian blush. His devotion to Yuying was unwavering, that much was certain. However,

at the same time, he was also a "philanthropist," enjoying frequenting brothels and cultivating a wide circle of friends. Yuying had recently

heard that he had even slept with a female accountant from an electronics factory. In his mind, he believed he possessed

extraordinary , capable of loving Yuying and satisfying her both emotionally and physically, while simultaneously pursuing other women

, acting as a womanizer. He didn't see these two things as contradictory. But what

Yuying needed was a warm home, a husband who loved her wholeheartedly. It was precisely because Lao Huang couldn't provide for her that...

She had only become an adulteress after fulfilling her duties as a husband. What if she officially married He Tian one day, and he

was even more ? Wouldn't she be left helpless then?

"Let's not think about this," He Tian said cunningly, deliberately changing the subject. "You have to be

careful of that wild girl. It's best not to argue with her."

"Okay, since you're afraid of her, I'll swallow my anger."

"That's right. We can have more time to think things through calmly."

A figure flashed outside the door, and she quietly went downstairs. It was Jia Rong. It turned out that she had been hiding

outside , only sending Ya Li out to eavesdrop on the conversation inside. She

ran outside and saw her beloved Ya Li chasing a boy in a red shirt riding a bicycle.

Ya Li was running very fast, catching up with the bicycle several times on the grass, biting the rear wheel with its sharp teeth,

biting and letting go, wagging its tail wildly and barking incessantly. When Alex saw her appear, he turned and ran towards her,

licking her palm with his hot, wet tongue.

At that moment, the boy jumped off his bicycle, grinning as he stood in front of her: "Jiarong, why did you chase Alex

out?"

"Shu...don't be so loud!" Jiarong warned him in a low voice, then plopped down

on the bookshelf behind the bicycle, instructing him to pedal to the stream behind the house. Although he found Jiarong's behavior suspicious, he didn't ask further and

followed her instructions, pedaling to the back of the house, with Alex following closely behind.

The stream behind the house wasn't wide, and directly opposite the back door was a small granite bridge. Behind the bridge was a sparse

orchard; in the late winter and early spring, the guava leaves were a vibrant brown. They leaned their bicycles against the wall, hand in hand, across

the small stone bridge, Alex already "leading the way" into the orchard covered with fallen leaves.

"I noticed a new car in your garage, is it that man's?" he asked Jia Rong while kissing

her.

Jia Rong cleverly turned her neck away, revealing an unhappy expression, and said, "Paul, why do you

always try to take advantage of me whenever we meet?"

"Hey, it's not exactly frivolous!" Paul said with a smile.

"You still say it's not? Look where your hand is!" Startled

by Jia Rong's retort, Paul's hand left her firm buttocks, and she immediately jumped up and sat

on a horizontal guava branch, her two old leather boots kicking in the air, laughing as she said to him, "Paul,

remember, I'm your cousin Tommy's good friend, and I don't want you cousins fighting over me."

Paul leaned against the tree trunk opposite her, his hands in his wide leather belt, striking a nonchalant

pose . He wouldn't listen to Jia Rong's well-intentioned advice: "We're friends too! Jia Rong, if you were

as open-minded as your father, letting your mother date as she pleases, you wouldn't have rejected me." "

Get lost! Don't comment on my family affairs in front of me!" She angrily raised her foot to kick him,

but he grabbed her boot, and she almost fell off the tree. He seized the opportunity to hug her, and flirtatiously

kissed her cheek. She cursed him loudly, but he ignored her, his hands groping her breasts.

"Alex! Alex!" She immediately turned her head to call the dog. Alex suddenly growled behind Paul, then

stood up, its front paws on his shoulders. The hot, pungent breath from its large, white-toothed mouth immediately

soaked his face, frightening him as if he had seen a ghost. He turned pale and released her.

She wore a victorious smile: "Alright, Alex, go play. If this gentleman misbehaves again

, bite his nose off!"

"You're really... intolerant!" Paul said, still shaken.

"You're even more malicious," she pouted, "If Tommy sees this, he'll think I'm toying with

you , because in my eyes, you're all children!"

"And what are you? You're putting on quite the act!" Paul asked.

"I'm not faking it. If you don't believe me, ask your cousin. He's nineteen this year,

but he's very immature and not quite a man yet."

"Oh! I see." Paul winked mischievously and made a lewd gesture to her:

"You've already... and Tommy isn't your first."

Jia Rong laughed heartily. She didn't think Paul was humiliating her; in fact, she often took

pride . At only sixteen years old, she had more "life experience" than boys her age or older,

which was definitely something to be proud of.

"Jiarong, since you take this kind of thing so lightly, I don't believe you're devoted to Tommy

."

"Even if you're not devoted, you have no hope."

"Why?"

"For no reason," Jiarong kicked up a few yellow leaves with her boots, then ruffled her hair, revealing a contemptuous

expression as she sneered, "Just because you're so immature!"

Paul's face turned red; he now understood why Jiarong looked down on him. He stared at her for a long while

before stammering, "You...you little girl, you're going too far! To be honest, I

also had a very close girlfriend, but she went abroad last summer..."

She turned her head to the side and asked him in disbelief, "Why didn't you explain earlier? What kind of intimacy were we doing

?"

"We...did...that kind of thing!"

"Hehe, just say we made love! You're so timid, like a thief. No wonder you're

so clumsy when we make love!" Jia Rong kicked off her boots, sending a clump of dry leaves flying towards him.

He dodged it, but because Jia Rong's words were so insulting, he was angry and jumped over to hug her,

saying fiercely, "You bad girl, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

She cried out in alarm, "Alex!" But at that moment, her beloved Alex had disappeared.

Paul lifted her up. Although she was quite wild, Bi Kuan was a girl, while Paul was a dark-skinned,

muscular boy. She knew Paul was just teasing her, and she couldn't gouge out his eyes, so she was actually lifted

off the ground, her body dangling in mid-air. All she could do was shout and cling tightly to a tree.

She struggled constantly, her youthful, tender body arousing the instinctive movements of a young man.

"Oh! You're crazy!" Jia Rong shouted, loosening her grip on the tree trunk in her haste. Unexpectedly, at that moment, Paul...

His body trembled, and he lost his grip on her, tumbling down onto the withered leaves, the thin, yellow leaves

rustling .

This fall heightened the tension between them; his jaw bumped against Jia Rong's chest, causing a dull ache, and she instinctively

raised her fist to strike his back.

At that moment, her fair face flushed a rosy hue, and her heaving breasts,

heavy , making the scene even more alluring. Even though Jia Rong held a knife, threatening to end his life at any moment, he didn't

flinch! In the midst of the chaos, Paul cupped her cheeks and kissed her, his warm, moist breath numbing her senses

. But this was against her will; she couldn't allow Paul to take advantage of her.

However, consumed by lust, Paul seemed to go mad, using erotic gestures against her. His

thin sweater was quickly rolled up, his fingers flicking it towards the center, and her bra popped open from the sides. She couldn't cover

herself; two trembling mounds of tender flesh immediately flooded Paul's burning gaze.

"You pervert, Alex will kill you!" she yelled angrily, grabbing his hair fiercely.

"I'm not afraid! Even if you kill me, you can't stop me!"

Paul suddenly used his knee to pry open Jia Rong's legs, his groping hand reaching for her.

Jia Rong's hot pants were already quite small, made from torn legs of an old pair of jeans. Now,

with her legs forced apart, the lace trim of her panties was revealed. When his active hand found its target, it

immediately seized the opportunity, touching Jia Rong's soft, smooth flesh. Jia Rong reacted as if electrocuted, kneeling to bump into him, making his

ribs throb. But he didn't care, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a rabbit, determined not to give up

.

"Hehe! I know you're ticklish!" he laughed in extreme tension, his lips burning against her erect nipples.

She slapped him angrily, making him close his eyes, but his hot lips still enveloped her sensitive

breasts , and this lustful man even pulled down Jia Rong's zipper. An indescribable itch

quickly spread through Jia Rong's chest, intensely penetrating her heart. She couldn't help but tremble all over, as if trying to get rid of

the itch, but Paul firmly controlled her, and in his haste, he loosened her belt, causing her denim

hot pants to rip open, revealing the beautiful sight he longed for.

The young man went completely mad, shouting incoherently as he hastily pulled down his pants,

kicking up a flurry of dry leaves. His buttocks were now exposed to the sunlight, as white as a girl's

. Jia Rong tried to kick him away, but couldn't, as her loose pants hindered her defenses. Now, her

fair breasts and lower abdomen were exposed; her panties, thin as nothing and twisted into a thin rope,

had rendered them utterly useless in concealing her secrets, making her practically naked. Jia Rong's soft, dark, and sparse

pubic hair stood out starkly against her white abdomen, driving Paul to madness.

"Ah! I've never seen such a sexy girl!" Overwhelmed with excitement, Paul's voice was hoarse. His

hands were busy, roughly kneading her, making Jia Rong blush and her heart race. In her mind, Paul was like a hot ashes,

both arousing and repulsive to her. She desperately wanted to reject this wild boy, but her playful nature made her think she might as well

take this opportunity to tease him and teach him a lesson.

So she stopped struggling, simply trying to avoid his drooling mouth. She grabbed a handful of dry leaves in her left hand as

a shield to deflect his passionate kisses, while her right hand reached for chestnuts in the fire. Her touch struck Paul's

most sensitive spot, her grip making him incredibly aroused. Paul, his face gleaming with wickedness, said, "You really like me, don't you?"

"Child's play!" she scoffed, brushing aside Paul's aggressive advance and curling her lip.

"It's precisely because it's so great that you're so afraid of me. If you weren't afraid, why wouldn't you

let ?" Although he used reverse psychology, Jia Rong wasn't fooled. She held him tightly, maintaining a push-and

-pull dynamic that excited him most.

Her cherry lips were hot and moist, the sensual massage sending shivers down his spine, every

pore sparking with life. In his anxiety, he became even rougher, his tightening fingers rubbing her

breasts painfully, which only provoked her further, causing her to push his burning penis away.

Suddenly, a beast-like roar escaped his throat, a rapid surge of air mixed with foul and obscene

words bursting from his mouth. At this moment, Jia Rong knew from experience that he was close to his breaking point. She was deliberately trying to

embarrass , so she deliberately moved her hands faster and wrapped her arms around Paul's neck, saying, "You great hero, how

are you? Ah! Do you know how much I love you!"

But Paul, this "great hero," was already pale and ashen-faced, feeling as if she

had squeezed out , his whole body aching and unable to muster any strength. The most embarrassing thing was Jia Rong's contemptuous and annoyed

expression. She slapped his buttocks and said, "Useless thing, is this what you call being powerful?" After saying that, she forcefully

pushed him away, who was barely clinging to life. Paul stood frozen on the pile of fallen leaves, too ashamed to lift his head.

"I already told you, you're just an ignorant child!" Jia Rong picked up her underwear, wiped away

the stain Paul had left between her legs, and tossed it aside like trash.

"Ah! You've humiliated me like this, you'd better watch out next time!" he said sullenly, watching everything.

Jia Rong shrugged and smiled: "I'm not trying to scare you, because you simply lack any manly spirit; you're just

an amateur!" She quickly pulled up her pants and, before Paul could finish and hit her, ran across the small bridge,

stepping on the fallen leaves.

Springtime brings such dramatic temperature changes. Two days ago, it was sunny and bright, but

today , the weather has changed drastically. Early this morning, a biting wind howled, whipping up a storm, and the temperature dropped to around ten degrees Celsius—

quite cold for someone living in a subtropical region.

Around 2 PM, a brand-new car drove up to "Qingliu

Xiaozhu . It pulled up to the door, honked twice, and the woman of the house, Yu Ying, wearing a pink raincoat,

emerged. Then the car drove away.

The horn caught Jia Rong's attention. She peered out the window and recognized He Tian's

car in the rain. She smiled faintly, biting her lip, and immediately called her boyfriend, Tang Mei. Tang Mei was Paul's cousin,

nineteen years old. After graduating from high school, he refused to continue his studies. His parents disliked him because of his disobedience.

He preferred to live on his aunt's farm in the suburbs of Tai Po. He had previously tried to persuade his aunt to fund a small shop he and Paul could open near Bride's Pool in

the suburbs , catering to tourists. However, his aunt disagreed, saying Paul was too young

and should be studying, thus rejecting his "suggestion." So, Tang Mei worked odd jobs at a small restaurant in

Tai Po to earn a living, and slept at Paul's house after work.

Jia Rong had recently met Tang Mei in town; she admired his stubborn personality.

Two days , Tang Mei took her for a bike ride to the mountains. Later, they abandoned the bike and climbed the mountain. Beside a partially dried-up stream,

they engaged in adult activities twice.

Afterward, Jia Rong forgot about her previous boyfriends from her time in the city. Whenever she felt lonely,

she would seek out Tang Mei to relieve her boredom. This drizzly spring afternoon, Yu Ying was out with her lover again, providing

the perfect opportunity for her and Tang Mei's rendezvous. After finishing her call, she went to her bedroom on the second floor, near the orchard at the back, and began to dress up, a sweet smile creeping

onto her face .

Unlike other girls who

exaggerated their features with makeup, Jia Rong's appearance remained completely natural. She didn't choose pretty

clothes, but rather worn-out, faded ones. She did this purely to please Tang Mei,

who came from a poor family and was estranged from his parents due to his lack of interest in studying. He was born with a rebellious nature and especially

disliked associating with wealthy children. Therefore, whenever Jia Rong met him, she had to "uglify" herself, dressing

as a wild girl.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Jia Rong grew impatient. She grabbed an umbrella and went to wait for him at

the pavilion . The rain had subsided slightly, but the sharp raindrops still stung her face, sending a chill down her spine.

As soon as she stepped out the door, Alex chased after her, kissing her thigh exposed outside her denim miniskirt. She hurriedly said, "Alex

, be good, don't follow me." But the big dog wouldn't listen, still wading through the puddles and following her closely, even her loud

shouts were useless. She thought for a moment, "Tommy really likes Alex, so let him get soaked

!"

A gust of wind blew by, and Jia Rong couldn't help but shiver. She quickly pulled her old plaid fleece jacket tighter

. Although she was wearing a thin sweater underneath, she hadn't even bothered to wear underwear. Walking in the wind and rain was both

cold and exhilarating. The pavilion was supposed to be by the roadside at the foot of the mountain, but Jia Rong had only walked halfway when she saw a

boy in a black James Bond raincoat waving at her from afar.

She recognized him immediately as Tommy and started walking towards him. Alex ran ahead of her, making Tommy

laugh heartily : "You've come to greet me! Good boy!" He called Alex "good boy," which made Jia Rong

happiest. As she ran ahead, Tommy noticed her shapely breasts and finally couldn't resist rushing forward to hug

her, his hands caressing her firm buttocks.

"Da Ling!" Jia Rong was excited, raising her heels and hooking her arms around his neck, pulling his hair down with

raindrops, his lips cold and wet. The small umbrella fell to the ground, and the two passionate young lovers kissed

fiercely .

The young man's desire was easily ignited. As he caressed her breasts, kneading Jia Rong's two firm and plump mounds of

flesh, his breathing became unprecedentedly rapid. She could feel the heat emanating from between his legs, making her face flush

. When Tommy noticed that Jiarong wasn't wearing a bra, he exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! Daling, you came prepared, that's

great!"

Jiarong gasped softly, both delighted and nervous, and couldn't help but reach inside his raincoat to grope around. When it came to

lovemaking , Jiarong was even more enthusiastic than Tommy. Her hand traced along Tommy's abdomen, past his belt,

and slipped close to his crotch. Tommy let her touch his genitals so intimately, and he laughed, "Look how crazy you are! We

can't just have sex in the street, can we? Didn't you say you'd invite me to your bed for a night?"

"Yes," she said, her cheeks flushed, kissing his ear breathlessly, "Shall we run back?"

"Come on!" Tommy released her, and her hand withdrew from his pants. As he picked up the two umbrellas and folded them

up , Jiarong and Alex had already run off towards the house, one after the other. How beautiful her silhouette was in the rain! He

licked the raindrops from his lips, laughing as he chased after her.

Jia Rong led him to the back door, making a face at him. Both of them had wet hair, and her legs were splattered with

mud wild. "Don't make a sound!" she whispered a warning to Tang Mei, quietly opening the small iron gate and

entering the house with him. Unexpectedly, Alex didn't know

what was good for him and barked twice as soon as he entered the house, attracting the maid. Seeing the two of them climbing the stairs on the side of the corridor like thieves, the maid knew what was going on and could only pretend not to see them and

turn away.

"Are you going to take me to my room?" Tang Mei patted her bottom and said.

"Go wash up in the bathroom first!" she said, "My legs are covered in mud!"

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, on the back hillside, was Jia Rong's bedroom, and the bathroom was next door. Jia Rong

pulled Tang Mei inside, told him to take off his raincoat, and she kicked off her boots, stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the tap to wash

her dirty legs. In the bathtub, she bent over slightly, a posture that exaggerated her full breasts, making Tang Mei's

eyes burn. He moved forward and suddenly reached out from behind, grabbing her two treasures.

"Oh! Crazy man, you're ready to pounce!" Jia Rong's heart skipped a beat, and

she grabbing his penis through his pants, finding it very firm.

"Hurry up, I can't hold back!" he said urgently.

"Then I'm sure I'll be disappointed this time!"

"How could that be?" As he spoke, he exerted his strength, picked Jia Rong up by the waist, and

rushed into her bedroom.

Inside, the room was decorated in a pleasing apple green, and on the wall above the bed was a trendy poster of a naked

girl eating a green apple in the woods, with the setting sun behind her. Seeing this, Tommy couldn't help but

laugh and say , "Are you comparing yourself to a sour apple?"

"Yes, because every man who meets me, except you, always ends up with a sour,

unpleasant ."

"Why?" he asked, starting to untie her skirt.

"No reason, just because I naturally enjoy teasing men I don't like! What's wrong with you, Tommy?"

Tommy's expression was very strange; she not only had difficulty swallowing her saliva, but her breathing was also quite labored.

Easy, because he excitedly discovered that Jia Rong wasn't even wearing underwear under her skirt.

"Hey! Da Ling!" He could only groan briefly before frantically pressing Jia Rong onto the bed,

his hands hastily freeing her from her restraints. Jia Rong reciprocated in kind, and so, in less than half a minute,

they were like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.

In front of Tang Mei, Jia Rong was instantly aroused, quickly turning into a hot pot. She was very sensible; her soft little

hands would focus on stimulating Tang Mei's most sensitive areas, making him lose his composure and let out bursts of excited moans.

Even caresses became rough and uncouth.

This sixteen-year-old wild girl's breasts were bulging, her rosy nipples shining with lust. His repeated sucking

made her breasts swell. Tang Mei's cunning fingertips brushed against the swollen mound of tender flesh below Jia Rong's abdomen, and even

her pubic hair rippled with pleasure. He eagerly kissed her lower body, his lips dripping with saliva, moistening

the fragrant grass of spring. Even a light kiss made Jia Rong tense, arching her back, her round, snow-white thighs crawling

like ants. She let out unrestrained, beautiful moans. His face flushed red, he

was deeply intoxicated by the strange feminine scent, lingering there, reluctant to leave.

"Ah! You're like a hateful gossip!" Jia Rong cried, her nails digging into his shoulder. He only

sobbed, his voice indistinct. Before his burning eyes, Jia Rong's tender flesh shone with a rainbow-like radiance,

small and complete, like a rare orchid carefully cultivated by a florist, breathtakingly beautiful. Tang Mei's greedy lips

and tongue gave Jia Rong extremely intense stimulation. When he probed her vagina with the tip of his tongue, she even cried out in trembling

, and couldn't help but pinch his unicorn penis hard.

"Hey! Are you trying to murder me?" Tommy jumped up dramatically.

To exuded masculine charm, and in an instant, all the desire within her was aroused. She wrapped her expectant

arms tightly around this fiery, passionate boy. He was rough and unrestrained; a series of blind thrusts

forced her long, outstretched legs high into the air, and the assault team advanced smoothly.

A sigh of pleasure escaped Jia Rong's chest. She pinched his muscular thigh and said, "Be

a tyrant ! As long as you can conquer me, I'm willing to give my life to love you!"

"Darling, when has your Tommy ever disappointed you?"

"Then keep your excellent record!"

"Definitely!" He arched his back, and Jia Rong's full breasts were once again caressed by his hot lips. What

she fervently longed for was the strength from Tommy's body, strong and solid, surging and blocking

her womanly gateway, triggering her even greater wildness, and recklessly lifting him up again and again.

He thrust even faster, his hands becoming auxiliary weapons, making her overflowing breasts hot and tingling

. He was like a heavy tank in his frenzy, practically crushing Jia Rong to pieces, leaving her soul in her body.

She suddenly ripped his hands away, forcefully pushing against his chest, her eyes shooting out flames.

"What do you want?" The perceptive Tang Mei immediately understood that this passionate wild girl was about to try something new.

However, Jia Rong didn't say it aloud, only giving him a meaningful look while simultaneously pushing him away. A strange

smile appeared on his face as he withdrew from her. She touched the thing that brought her immense pleasure, and he chuckled,

pulling her up and carrying her to a comfortable leather sofa by the bed.

The wild girl, skilled in technique, immediately set up her pose before him, her long, slender white legs spread

across the armrests, her voluptuous figure in the center. With a seductive gaze beyond her years, she beckoned to this bloodthirsty

young lover. Standing before the sofa, he was able to fully display his prowess. Xiong Gang's strength filled every secret

corner of her body. She held him tightly, her voice hoarse, and cried out in his ear, "Da Ling! Love me...

love me deeply!"

In this tense moment, even Tang Mei couldn't hold back, uttering a string of obscene words.

Then Jia Rong bit him, punched him, using violent actions to replace heartfelt praise for her lover. Her soft

body curled up on the sofa. He finally exhausted his last bit of light and heat, panting like a buffalo.

"Ah! How wonderful!" Jia Rong, though paralyzed, still didn't want him to leave. When he regained his strength,

he carried Jia Rong back to bed, and the two whispered under the thin blanket.

They talked a lot, constantly mentioning He Tian's name. It turned out that the wild Jia Rong wasn't

simple- . That afternoon, she had eavesdropped outside her stepmother Yu Ying's room, confirming He Tian's affair with Yu Ying, and then

a wicked idea formed in her mind.

"Tom Mei, I have an idea. If we follow the plan, you might be able to get some capital to

start a business !"

"Huh! You... this rich young lady, you want to do criminal things?"

"Isn't it all for your own good?" Jia Rong smiled, biting her lip. "But you don't need to be afraid. If we're talking about crimes,

their adultery is far more serious than ours."

"How... will you blackmail them?"

"Shu! Keep your voice down!" she whispered a warning to Tom Mei, then leaned close and whispered something in his ear.

Tom Mei looked troubled. "How can that be?" He hugged Jia Rong's smooth body and said, "I

'd rather risk it myself than let that lecher take advantage of me for free."

"It definitely won't be a free ride!" Jia Rong said confidently, "He'll only get a little

taste of sweetness from me, but he'll have to pay a high price."

"How high is the price?"

"Whatever you like! Open a small shop, do you think 200,000 yuan is enough?"

Tang Mei had originally opposed Jia Rong's attempt to seduce He Tian, but upon hearing that the result would

bring 200,000 yuan in windfall, he couldn't help but be tempted. He asked, "My original intention was to open a small shop in a small town

so I could support myself. This kind of souvenir shop has low investment and high profits. I think 100,000 yuan would be more than enough.

However , I still don't quite agree with you going to...

" "No, no!" Jia Rong smiled playfully and kissed his nose, her hand sliding down to his thigh. She

knew everything, and she was "already an expert" at seducing men. As a result, her skillful techniques made Tang Mei,

like a venomous snake awakening from hibernation, exude youthful energy in bed. Seeing his tense and

impatient expression, she found it extremely amusing and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "You're laughing at me for being playful, but actually,

we 're both equally cunning!"

"Hehe! Because you're naturally passionate! Jia Rong, I'm so honored to be your boyfriend. You

're not only a great sex partner in bed, but you can also be a great help to me in my career." Tang Mei hugged her tightly,

kissing her tender cherry lips again and again.

She rubbed his back muscles and said, "What great help? Don't praise me before things are successful!"

"No, Jia Rong, your merits deserve to be written about in detail!"

"Then, I'll use your great pen!" Jia Rong's use of "great pen" to describe him filled him with

joy , and he immediately used his knee to spread her smooth thighs, just about to show off his strength to her, when Jia Rong kept

shouting, "No!" She wasn't rejecting this amorous boyfriend, but the mischievous girl wanted to try something new.

"What else do you want to play?" Tang Mei had always been obedient to her, and this rebellious young man,

like Jia Rong, liked all the latest gadgets.

Jia Rong winked and said, "Yu Ying has a gym next to the study downstairs.

It has all sorts of equipment, like electrostatic exercise machines, exercise bikes, and even a Turkish bath. Hey! You've never experienced making love in

a steamy atmosphere you? That must be incredibly exciting!"

"Great idea! I'm thinking of losing weight too!" He suddenly threw off the thin blanket and helped her up.

She shook off his hand and said, "If we run downstairs naked like this, the female workers will call us

crazy ." So, they hurriedly put on their clothes, but without shoes, and went downstairs barefoot,

both of them skipping the detail of wearing underwear.

The study was for Jia Rong's father, Mr. Huang, and the gym was filled with a dazzling array of exercise equipment.

The Turkish bath was near the kitchen, with the door opening from inside the gym.

A statue . Jia Rong went over and gestured for Tang Mei to touch a fig leaf below the man's abdomen.

"Oh! What does this mean?"

"Do as I say!" she said with a smile.

Just as Tommy's fingers touched the leaf, the teak door slowly opened, revealing the bathroom fixtures inside

. Jia Rong rushed in before him and turned on the light—a bright fluorescent light that immediately

cast a wave of heat.

"Alright, take your clothes off!" Jia Rong instructed him. He hesitated slightly, so she told him, "

Don't worry at all. We're locked inside, and there's a red warning light outside. It's double insurance!" Tommy

still didn't want to undress first and insisted on doing it for Jia Rong.

Jia Rong brushed his hand away and went to adjust the steam button. This bathroom fixtures were quite expensive and very

new . Within five minutes of pressing the button, the room was filled with humid, hot steam, and both of them

couldn't help but breathe slightly heavily. Tang Mei took off her clothes, pulled off a large towel and draped it over herself,

sitting side by side with Jia Rong against the wall. She was still completely naked, and quickly removed his towel as well.

"Ah, so exciting, so comfortable!" Jia Rong groaned, his eyes wide open, his arms tightly wrapped around Tang Mei

's neck. Her breasts were now full, heaving rhythmically, brimming with youthful elasticity.

Tang Mei gently lifted her chin, and Jia Rong closed her eyes slightly, her cheeks flushing even more, her eyelashes trembling rapidly

, and her breathing becoming rapid. Because Tang Mei held her tightly in his arms, he could clearly feel

the pressure from her full breasts as she breathed heavily.

The teasing made Tang Mei also become clumsy. He simply pressed her down onto the fiberglass bench,

gently kissing and sucking on her two small nipples, noticing that their pigmentation was becoming even more vibrant and alluring. "You're very

excited, aren't you?" he asked, winking.

"What a silly question!" she said. "Can't you just see for yourself?"

"Then let me see clearly!" Tommy seized the opportunity to spread her ivory legs, examining her like a

gynecologist inspecting a female patient.

She playfully slapped the back of his head. "Ugh, an autopsy? How annoying!"

"Hehe! This is called 'a beautiful flower should be admired while it lasts'!" Tommy didn't just admire with her eyes; her hands

came in handy too. Her delicate and sensitive area absorbed the steam while simultaneously releasing a drool-like

moisture.

"Ugh, I'm not doing this anymore!" She sat up impatiently, pushing him away, only to bump into his cold, shrinking, and hot

body . A strange smile appeared on her face.

"Lie down!" he commanded curtly. He was sweating profusely, his touch on her firm, full breasts

hurting her. She knew her lover was burning with desire, and she herself was just as aroused. So she obediently

lay down, hooking his body around her with her bent legs.

He immediately grabbed her ankles and thrust forward with vigor. Her eyes were half-open, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck,

feeling his skin warm and moist, glistening with droplets. She urged him to hurry and

opened her body completely to him. That violent male instinct, like a flame, surged into her heart. She involuntarily

opened her mouth wide , staring at him with strange eyes, and gasped, "Ah, you're like a reborn person!"

"You are too, this wonderful little nest is like a furnace." During their advance, Tommy felt heat surging towards her from

all directions , and she was unusually moist. For both of them, it was a new and enlightening experience.

He pressed down on her ecstatically, while her limp body curled up deep in the bench, trembling from

the depths rested her mouth on his shoulder and breathed into his ear.

"I need to get...get used to this new environment!" Tang Mei groaned intermittently. "This

situation feels like I'm making love with a new partner."

"I'm more nervous than you!"

"How nervous?"

"It feels like I'm being raped by a gang of thugs...ah! It's both cute and terrifying!" Jia Rong said, her face

burning , feeling sweat pouring down her body, every pore bulging like never before. She hugged him tighter,

squeezing every inch of his swollen muscles, causing him to violently retaliate against her in excruciating pain. She felt

a , and couldn't help but cry out. That unrestrained cry almost made her lose control. At this

critical moment, he suddenly pushed her away, breaking free, and leaned against the hot wall, panting.

"Ah! Do you want me to die?" Jia Rong pressed herself against him anxiously, unable to hold back her words. He pressed his hand against

her burning lower abdomen, his palm full of moisture.

"Jiarong, this is all for your own good. If I can't keep going, you'll be grinding your teeth in frustration

!"

"But I'm so hot and anxious!"

"Turn off the steam!" He did it without waiting for Jiarong's agreement. Jiarong was about to say

something he leaned in and whispered a few words in her ear.

She nodded repeatedly, took his hand, and went to open the steam room door. A cool breeze

rushed in, and the two of them took deep breaths, greedily swallowing the fresh air. Tang Mei's idea was exactly

what she wanted. He told Jiarong to lie on the parallel wooden plank two feet off the ground, the one Yuying usually used for stretching exercises

. However, Jiarong was unwilling to be manipulated. She sniffed and said, "This time it's your turn!"

"Me?" He looked slightly embarrassed.

"That's right, lie down!" She pushed him forcefully. He had no choice but to obey and obediently lay down on the narrow

parallel wooden plank, his feet dangling on the ground, while a strange sight appeared on his body: an erection.

Jia Rong smiled, pursing her lips, and said, "Still showing off to me? I'll subdue you!"

"Jia Rong, please have mercy on your waist." He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist.

Jia Rong's firm buttocks rolled against Tang Mei's thighs, slapped his hand away, and then

grabbed , making him close his eyes in nervousness. She chuckled softly, slowly swirling on Tang Mei's lower abdomen like she was doing a hip-twisting dance

, rubbing her small hairs against the protruding parts of Tang Mei's body, rubbing and turning, listening to his tense groans

. Jia Rong felt even more aroused and suddenly devoured him, taking him for herself.

"Oh! How excellent you are!" Tang Mei exclaimed sincerely. This girl was simply an

expert . She refused to kneel down, only guiding his hands to caress her. A wicked smile played on her lips, her cheeks

flushed, a lock of black hair falling across her chest. Tang Mei rubbed those strands against her erect nipples, sending

shivers of pleasure . She couldn't help but bend down, letting her small, fleshy breasts throb against his chest.

"My lord! Are you a capable man?" she

asked in a strange tone, holding Tang Mei's body and the wooden frame tightly in her arms.

He didn't answer, but his violent actions proved it to her.

Afterwards, she gently nibbled on Tang Mei's ear and said, "Tang, from today onwards, don't come looking for me anymore.

Until the day I succeed, I'll make it up to you properly."

Tang Mei understood her meaning; she feared his presence would hinder Jia Rong's plan to lure He Tian into a trap.

Although he was extremely unwilling, as it meant he would have to endure the torment of unrequited love, he dared not

disobey Jia Rong's wishes and could only agree to endure it.

Before dinner, Jia Rong braved the rain to see her young lover off to the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, bidding her a reluctant farewell.

For several gloomy, rainy days, Jia Rong didn't see He Tian's brand-new sports car, but every afternoon,

Yu Ying would drive herself out of the city.

During this time, Tang Mei's cousin, Paul, twice came to ask Jia Rong out on his bicycle. Jia Rong thought he

was shameless; every time they met, they ended up arguing. However, to alleviate her loneliness, she rode on the back of his bicycle down the mountain once

. But if he ever asked her to have sex, Jia Rong would resolutely refuse.

Paul, unaware that Jia Rong was intentionally using him, assumed that her willingness to ride on the back of his bicycle meant she had feelings for him

. Therefore, he always approached her with high hopes, teasing her in various ways. Seeing his persistent pursuit, Jia Rong felt even more that

this young man was someone she could manipulate.

Once, she said to Paul, "It's not hard to win my favor, as long as you can help me seduce He Tian

."

Paul retorted sourly, "Oh! Don't you think my cousin Tang Mei is good enough? He Tian is a big

lecher , you told me that yourself, and now you're going to seduce him?"

"Don't lecture me," she said, pursing her lips, "You just need to answer me, will you help or not?"

To have more opportunities to get closer to Jia Rong, how could Paul dare say "no"? He could only agree repeatedly. She

then said that He Tian would drive over every few days to meet with Yu Ying, and if he was willing to stage a "violent" scene with her when He Tian's

car appeared, he could attract the lecher's attention.

"Violence?" Paul blinked and laughed. "Does it mean I really have to rape you?"

"Of course it's fake!" Jia Rong patted his head and said, "After it's done, you won't have to use

violence anymore. You know how I'll repay you."

Paul was overjoyed and agreed without hesitation, determined to do as she instructed.

After they reached an agreement, every afternoon after school, Paul would obediently ride his bicycle to find

Jia Rong. The two would ride down the mountain road, along the paths beside the woods and on the grassy trails, waiting for He Tian's

car to appear.

That day, the wind was gentle and the weather was not cold, even as hot as early summer. Paul, wanting to stay cool,

rode his bicycle to find her wearing only a T-shirt. She was as casual as ever, wearing worn leather boots, three-ribbed

jeans , and a thin silk t-shirt. When she sat on the back of Paul's bicycle, pressing her front against his back, he could

feel the warmth and elasticity of her breasts, and his heart was burning with desire.

That day, their opportunity arrived. As they were picking wild rice by the roadside in the mountain valley, Jia Rong

heard the sound of a car in the distance. She smacked her lips, shoveling the sweet and sour wild rice into her mouth, and hurriedly ran out onto the main road

to see . Sure enough, she saw a new car approaching in the distance. She shielded her eyes from the sunlight and peered closely, finally recognizing

He Tian's car. She immediately whispered to Paul, "He's here! Get ready!"

She moved swiftly, grabbing a thin silk blouse and rolling it off over her head, revealing only a semi-transparent

bra. Jia Rong rushed back to the mountainside, pushed her bicycle across the road, and threw the blouse onto it. This

obstacle would be enough to force He Tian to stop.

Upon seeing her fair, half-naked body, Paul was immediately aroused. He grinned at her and reached out to pull her

arm. She angrily shoved his hand away, hissing under her breath, "You slowpoke! We're not here!

Get into the woods! And take your pants off too!"

"Yes, how am I supposed to rape you if you don't take your pants off?" he grinned, giving her a hard

twist on the arm before following her into the woods. About ten yards from the road, she ripped off his zipper

, making it look as if Jia Rong was about to assault him.

He felt a little embarrassed as he pulled down his pants, because he was being forced into this situation by Jia Rong,

unlike the last time he had "forced" her. But Jia Rong was only thinking about how to seduce him,

not even caring that she was "stripped naked" in front of Paul.

The car was getting closer. Jia Rong pulled off her bra and tossed it onto a nearby tree branch. She

then pulled her jeans and underwear down to her ankles and immediately lay down on the withered leaves and grass. Paul's eyes were wide open.

"Hurry up!" she urged him, uttering a curse. He had no choice but to imitate her, tearing off his

loincloth , and thus, he was truly "exposed in his most shameful state."

"Come on! Hold me tight!" Jia Rong was much more forthcoming than him, like a call girl accustomed to this kind of work

. In an instant, she parted her plump thighs, revealing a mysterious

body that made Paul's blood pressure rise at just one glance. Then, Jia Rong hugged him tightly, pushed against his neck, and thrust out her full breasts, begging him to kiss her.

"Ah! I'm really going to... fuck you!" he whispered nervously.

She rubbed his back to encourage him: "Come on, the more serious you are, the better!"

Paul, this young calf, thought this was the dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! His greedy mouth touched

Jia Rong's tender little red nipple, and his clitoris quickly hardened and stood erect. He

felt even more that Jia Rong was "acting out a joke and actually falling in love," and this thought made him even more excited and unable to resist. Finally, he couldn't help but

want to engulf her with the flames of youth.

She cried out in a high-pitched voice, "Oh! Help... me!" Paul had already been prepared, knowing that Jia Rong would definitely call out

, but he was taken aback by her wailing and screaming. At this critical moment, she was

frantic Seeing Paul freeze in his tracks, she half-jokingly bit his arm.

"Why did you bite me?" he cursed angrily in pain.

"You bastard! I'll make you hit me hard! Hit me hard!" She bent her knee and slammed it into his waist, even

using . This instantly ignited a violent beastly energy in Paul, and lust flared within him

, bursting forth in his eyes, driving him to frantically grope and pinch her, his most aggressive body darting

about outside . This pleased Jia Rong greatly. She strained her ears, listening intently to the approaching car,

letting out heart-wrenching screams to lure the lecherous wolf to become her "protector."

The car stopped, and two piercing horns blared. Jia Rong, straining with all her might, screamed, "Help! Help!"

Paul's veins bulged; the heavy impact had forced him into her private space. As Jia Rong struggled

and kicked, a spasm of pleasure rippled through her vagina, making him groan involuntarily. What

delighted him most was Jia Rong's intense reaction, like being tickled. She lifted herself into

the air , instantly taking him in completely, her endless flow of moisture sending

shivers of pleasure through his body.

Suddenly, He Tian's voice came from outside the woods: "Jia Rong, is that you?"

"Help!" Jia Rong deliberately covered her mouth with her hand as she screamed, then forcefully pushed

Paul ; she wanted him to escape quickly and avoid further trouble. But Paul had already tasted the sweetness of success. Last time,

he had been humiliated outside the door, but this time he had finally redeemed himself and gotten a glimpse of the

inside, experiencing the wonder of this wild girl. He was already completely captivated, and would rather suffer a beating than leave.

In an instant, heavy footsteps were almost upon him. "Help, help..." she screamed frantically,

grabbing Paul's long hair and whispering for him to run away. Paul, however, was only focused on charging forward and had no intention of backing

down. It wasn't until He Tian emerged from the bushes beside him, shouting in terror, "You beast! How dare you rape

a young girl ?" Before he finished speaking, he kicked Paul hard, making Paul feel as if his entire right leg was broken off at the hip.

In this critical moment, he had no choice but to break free and jump up, but then He Tian's fists and

shoes rained down on him.

"Ah! Kill him! Kill this pervert!" Jia Rong cried as she got up, throwing herself

at the enraged He Tian, screaming hysterically. On the surface, it seemed she had suffered too much and was in

a state , but this gave Paul an opportunity to escape in a disheveled state. If He Tian caught him and handed him over to the police

, it would be counterproductive!

Paul ran away, and He Tian held this delicate flower that had been "ravaged by wind and rain," comforting her tenderly and gently

, wiping away her tears: "Don't cry, Jia Rong."

Jia Rong was his niece in terms of seniority, but his innate lustful nature was now

aroused by Jia Rong's precocious naked body, simply because her naked body was so sensual, and she was pressed tightly against his chest, her breasts heaving as

she cried , which made him even more lustful. Jia Rong kept crying, her arms wrapped around his

shoulders, as if she regarded him as a kind father.

"Jiarong, who is that beast? Do you recognize him?" He Tian pulled her hand away, taking the opportunity to

feast his eyes on her exquisite curves.

She shook her head desperately: "Oh! Some wild boy from who-knows-where, I was riding my bicycle on the road, and he... attacked

me, dragged me here... Oh! I don't want to live anymore!"

"Jiarong, calm down!" He Tian shook her forcefully, and a wave of fleshy light flashed before his eyes. He really

wanted to touch her. He never dreamed that a girl who was only a little over sixteen years old

could have such outstanding curves, radiating a captivating charm.

After his earnest persuasion, Jiarong finally stopped crying. He Tian took a handkerchief to wipe away her tears and

turned back to the road to retrieve her silk shirt. She hugged him tightly in fright: "Ah, don't leave me!"

"Don't be afraid, the danger has passed, that guy has already run far away." He grabbed Jiarong's arm,

but accidentally brushed against her breast.

"Oh!" she gasped, her face flushed, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

He felt a strange sensation too, a tingling, itchy feeling in his heart. "Jiarong... I didn't mean to!" he hurriedly

apologized .

"You... turn around!" Jiarong whispered, bending down to pick up her skirt from among the fallen leaves. He Tian had no choice but to comply

, feeling it was a real pity that he had missed the chance to feast his eyes.

Later, when he turned around, Jiarong had already put on her skirt and her bra, but he noticed

a deep cleavage on the young girl's chest, surprisingly precocious. He took her hand and led her out of the woods, to the roadside...

The bicycle was gone. He opened the car door and told her to get in. Suddenly, as if on a whim, she said, "Hey! You absolutely

can't tell Yuying about this. She and Dad have always been against me living in the suburbs. If they know I got into

trouble today, they'll have even more reason to control me." "

You shouldn't be running around like that either!" He Tian said. "These days, scoundrels are rampant, and they're capable of anything

."

"You haven't said whether you'll promise me or not!"

"Promise what?"

"Keep my secret!" She suddenly smiled. "And I'll cover for you both well too!"

"Oh!" He Tian laughed awkwardly, put his arm around Jia Rong's shoulder, and said, "You little rascal, you're such

a clever little devil. We...we knew we couldn't hide it from you."

Jia Rong made a face, hugged his waist tightly, and started acting coquettishly towards him. He couldn't help himself and

kissed her cheek in a playful gesture.

She slapped him and said, "I've been insulted enough by men today, I never thought you'd be a pervert too!"

"No, don't misunderstand!" he quickly declared, "Alright, let's go back, you should take a good shower and

forget about it!"

Before the car arrived at "Qingliu Xiaozhu," Jia Rong insisted on getting out, saying it would avoid arousing Yu Ying's

suspicion, so He Tian had no choice but to comply.

However, during his meeting with Yu Ying in the room, He Tian was absent-minded. His mind kept

replaying Jia Rong's youthful and vibrant body; while Yu Ying possessed the beauty and charm of a mature woman,

in terms of youth, the "mother" was clearly far inferior to the daughter. Yu Ying was a ripe peach,

sweet and juicy, with a lingering flavor. Jia Rong? She was like a wild apple, half-ripe, a little

sour, but perhaps eating such an apple would be more sexually appealing!

As He Tian and Yu Ying became inseparable again, fully enjoying the allure of the young woman, He Tian

was still thinking about his daughter, wondering if one day he could taste the wild apple and see if it was sour. His

lack of concentration naturally diminished the experience, which Yu Ying easily noticed.

Afterwards, Yu Ying nestled close to He Tian and said, "You seem preoccupied. Are you worried about something?"

"Oh! Just... a bit of a cold," He Tian cleverly concealed.

"A cold? I'll take you for a steam bath; I guarantee it'll heal without medicine," Yu Ying gently pushed him

away, got up to dress him, like a tender wife. Her tender affection made He Tian very grateful.

Just then, the barking of Alex rang out outside, followed by two clear whistles.

"That wild girl again!" Yu Ying said casually, "He Tian, did you take her with you this time

?"

"No," He Tian shook his head. Just then, he heard a man's voice calling, "Jiarong, Jiarong

..." He Tian pricked up his ears, thinking that even this wild girl couldn't stand being alone; boys had come to her

door .

Fortunately, He Tian was busy getting dressed; otherwise, if he had leaned out the window and recognized the

boy , things would have been terrible. It was Paul, unwilling

to give up. He had just had his first taste of pleasure in the woods, only to be chased away by He Tian, suffering for nothing. Now he was running back to beg Jiarong for pity.

Jiarong was taking a shower in her room when she heard Paul calling outside the window, and she was furious. She hastily threw on a pair of denim

shorts , pulled a t-shirt over her head, and left her bra and underwear behind, leaning out the window to make faces at the madman. Paul

was pressed against the wall, pointing to the back door, smiling as he watched her angry face. He meant for Jiarong

to come out from the back and talk to him.

The boy was only seventeen, but he was not simple-minded. He was good at seizing opportunities. He knew that Jia Rong was going to use

the "rape" scene to lure He Tian, and he was playing the role of the villain. Now that he had risked coming to her door, even if he

made physical advances to Jia Rong, she would not refuse him. Otherwise, if He Tian saw that the "villain" was actually her

friend , could this good show continue?

Although Jia Rong clenched her fists and spat at him, he stubbornly refused to leave and warned in a low voice that if

she did not come downstairs, he would enter the house through the front door and go upstairs to get close to her.

Jia Rong cursed him and had no choice but to turn around, put on her slippers, and run down the fire escape to the back garden, grabbing his hand and pulling him

away .

"You are a madman, a scoundrel!" she kept saying, but she did not dare to slow down. She pulled him across

the small stone bridge in the back garden and hurriedly ran into the orchard.

Because Yu-ying's bedroom faced the main entrance, she

refused Paul's offer to go to the city with him, even though she already knew his intentions.

"You only need this once, right? Going to the hillside is the same. You only have a two-minute

attention span , it'll be over in no time." She slapped away his hand that reached for her chest, insisting on walking to the overgrown hillside,

refusing to let him take advantage of her in the slightest.

The walk from the back garden to the hillside was quite long, which had kept Paul on the edge of his reverie. When they reached the hillside,

Paul was already aroused, and like a baseball player, he pounced on Jia-rong from behind, pinning her down in a clump of withered

grass .

She cried out in surprise at the sudden attack, but his burning lips were already pressed against hers. She

angrily bit his lip hard, drawing blood. But Paul, consumed by lust, forgot the pain and

groped her breasts, even forcing her thighs apart. This resulted in Jia Rong's sharp nails scratching his hands,

drawing blood .

"Pervert! You're like a savage! I need to teach you a lesson!" She tried to bite him, but he

pulled up t-shirt to cover her face. She quickly pulled the t-shirt off her head.

"Ah! I'd rather be scratched all over than not have a good time with you." Looking at Jia Rong

's trembling breasts, Paul drooled, his greedy mouth pressing against her rosy nipples, and he ripped off

the zipper of her denim shorts.

But Jia Rong refused to be manipulated. She slapped him and said, "You bastard! Do you think I'm a prostitute? Take your

clothes off!"

He was stunned for a moment by Jia Rong's fierce expression.

Jia Rong added, "Or forget it! I didn't come here for you to play with!"

To have fun and avoid a repeat of last time, Paul had no choice but to obey. Jia Rong sat up, took

his denim jacket and used it as a bed sheet on the grass, then generously stripped naked.

The fire of youthful desire flickered between Paul's legs, igniting a burning passion, while Jia Rong's

intense made him feel embarrassed once again. Paul chuckled foolishly, saying, "We were just getting into

the swing of things when that guy barged in and ruined it. Sigh! Just be as passionate as before this time."

"Sure!" Jia Rong's quick reply surprised him.

"Really? Jia Rong, it seems you're starting to like me too, aren't you?" Paul said lightly.

"Don't be so conceited!" Jia Rong spread her smooth thighs wide,

playing with her labia with her fingers: "I can like you, it just depends on how you perform. Your kisses are quite

excellent , so come on!"

Paul quickly knelt down, put his arms around her fair shoulders, and met her lips, but Jia Rong blocked him

, pushing his head down while scolding him for being a big idiot, not knowing any better, forcing him to play the puppy

. This made Jia Rong feel that Paul's willingness to provide oral services made her feel that she hadn't lost out.

Paul, perhaps never having played this game before, was clumsy and his tongue seemed lost. Even worse,

Jia Rong was like a live volcano, radiant and vibrant, her tight rose valley exuding a strange, youthful fragrance. Under his clumsy

tongue's licking, the smooth spring water flowed endlessly, inexhaustible for him. The friction of Jia Rong's soft hair against his nose

made him even more intoxicated, unable to restrain himself for even a second.

Despite Jia Rong's prank of binding his legs around his neck like a shackle, Paul, in his frenzy,

possessed immense strength and easily broke free. His face flushed like a drunkard's, his eyes flashing with

a fierce light as he lunged at her. Jia Rong let out a muffled groan, grabbing Paul's hair and pulling him forward. She landed

on her heels, suspending her buttocks in the air, presenting her lower abdomen to Paul, providing the perfect angle for his fierce attack.

At this moment, Jia Rong really needed to vent her frustrations. Although she didn't love Paul, he

was currently a fully armed little tiger, and his greedy and violent actions perfectly suited her urgent needs!

With a satisfied growl, the little tiger pounced into the warm rabbit hutch, charging and crashing dozens of times in one go.

Jia Rong couldn't help but suck on Paul's lips, her hands behind his back, making instructive gestures.

"Don't rush..." she mumbled, "Women don't like blind men."

"You're saying I'm a blind man?" Paul, flustered, laughed at her words.

"Charging and crashing around, what else is that but a blind man?" She pushed him away forcefully, her face full of coquettish reproach.

Paul's veins bulged, his legs trembling with excessive tension. He stared intently at Jia Rong's

breasts , taking a while to catch his breath: "Jia Rong, you know more than I do, you're truly qualified to be my teacher."

"As long as you're obedient, we can both be happy from now on."

After Jia Rong subdued Paul, she successfully subdued

He Tian in the same way and in the same place. Unfortunately, He Tian was too nervous and fell off his horse as soon as they started fighting. But Jia Rong kept igniting

his fighting spirit without letting him succeed immediately.

He Tian, in his early thirties, had always had a strong sex drive. At this moment, his fighting spirit was high, and Jia Rong was also trying to

fulfill his desires. She used tricky methods to revive his passion, but then withheld it, keeping him on the edge of his seat before finally opening

the door to sex.

This time, He Tian really showed his prowess. He picked up Jia Rong and made her half-recline on a horizontal

tree trunk. She was completely unrestrained, grabbing the branches above her head and wrapping her legs around He Tian's waist.

This made He Tian's thrusts even more "effective," and each heavy strike made her groan.

In the midst of the wild thrusting, he touched Jia Rong's round, concave areas, fully utilizing his caressing techniques.

"Haha! I've finally conquered you, you wild girl!" he said happily. He considered himself a seasoned player in the game of love,

but he never dreamed that a sixteen-year-old girl would conspire with others to set this trap to blackmail him

.

Therefore, a few days later, when He Tian received the grotesque photos and a bill from Tang Mei

, he was extremely shocked. Especially when he received Jia Rong's call and learned that Jia Rong was the protagonist of this incident

, he was even more ashamed and furious, lamenting that "an old cat has burned its whiskers."

Jia Rong's words were simple. She told He Tian, "My boyfriend is going abroad to study, and my family

can't . I have no choice but to ask you. You have three days to reply, otherwise, these photos and your secret with Yu Ying

will be revealed to my father."

After some haggling, three days later, Tang Mei received 100,000 yuan from Jia Rong, and his tourist shop finally

opened.

Although Jia Rong knew in her heart that the money was her nominal mother Yu Ying's savings, Jia Rong had no

regrets . She understood even more clearly that Yu Ying would leave her father sooner or later, and if He Tian was willing to marry her, it would be her

good fortune.

(The End)

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