【The Erotic Dream 2 - The Forbidden Night of a Married Woman】(1-4) Author: Lin Feng

The Forbidden Night of a Married Woman
Author: Lin Feng
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Word Count: 52718
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Contains inappropriate content; not suitable for minors or those easily influenced! (Written by Lin Pang)
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Part One
In mid-May, the rainy season brought dense clouds to the sky, accompanied by torrential rain and hurricane-like gusts of wind, constantly pounding
against the windowsill on the right side of the classroom, creating an irritating and unpleasant sound.
In the heavy rain, as if surrounded by mist, the "Yida Affiliated High School" school building, located on the mountainside north of the city,
only vaguely revealed a gray outline, the air filled with a damp and stifling feeling.
Around ten o'clock in the morning, there were about thirty male and female students in the classroom of Class 1A.
At this moment, Ling Zhixian, sitting in the middle of the back row of the classroom, was bored during his English class. The sixteen-year-old boy
kept glancing at his mechanical watch, as if impatiently counting down the long seconds
...
(Let class end soon! It's so boring!... Ah Feng is so good... He skipped school again today!) Ling Zhixian thought to himself
.
Looking at the empty chair next to him, Ling Zhixian wondered where Ah Feng had gone off to meet women again
.
Because Ah Feng's aunt, Aunt Xiao Hui, and Ling Zhixian's stepmother, Li Yanzhen, were
classmates and roommates when they studied in the United States. The two were like sisters and talked about everything. Moreover, Aunt Xiao Hui was also the head of Zhixian's sister,
Ling Zhiling, and her agency. Due to this family connection, Zhixian
and Ah Feng had known each other for a long time.
Ah Feng is two years older than Zhi Xian, having just turned eighteen this year. However, he had to take a two-
year leave of absence from school due to "illness" and spent those years in the United States. Therefore, he only recently joined Zhi Xian's class in high school. Zhi Xian and Ah Feng quickly became
inseparable friends.
Ah Feng's full name is Mu Longfeng. He is
the nephew of Mu Haotian, the president of the "Zhongmu Group." Because Ah Feng's parents passed away early, he was raised by his uncle. Mu Haotian and Aunt Xiao Hui are
not actually married; they only live together. They have no children, so the Mu family consists only of Mu Longfeng
and his uncle Mu Haotian.
Mu Haotian treats Mu Longfeng like his own son, spoiling him immensely. He has long considered Ah Feng
the successor to the vast assets of the "Zhongmu Group," so whatever Ah Feng wants, Mu Haotian provides—money,
mansions, luxury cars, or women.
Mu Haotian, 46 years old this year, is ostensibly the president of the "Zhongmu Group" in China, but in private,
he is also a powerful figure in the domestic underworld, a man of wide influence who has
connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, possessing extensive political and business relationships and financial resources.
Ironically, as if following in his footsteps, Mu Longfeng was a child with extremely deviant behavior from a young age.
By the age of fourteen or fifteen, he was already extremely arrogant, frequently fighting, skipping school, racing cars, and joining gangs. When his uncle, Mu
Haotian, learned of this, instead of stopping or correcting Mu Longfeng's deviant behavior, he laughed heartily and nonchalantly
ignored it. From then on, Mu Haotian frequently took the then under-sixteen-year-old Mu Longfeng to hotels, saunas, and brothels
to play with women, claiming it was to "re-educate" and "grow up" Mu Longfeng!
As expected, Ah Feng lived up to his uncle's "expectations." Before he even turned sixteen, his first experience with a woman
involved with a "rising star" in the music scene. It wasn't until the spring of his sixteenth year, when
he went to the United States for two years due to "illness," that his life became somewhat normal again, with his aunt, Xiao Hui, taking care of and disciplining him.
As for that "rising star," Ling Zhixian later saw her in Xiao Feng's room… She was Qiu Lin—a
very beautiful idol singer. At the time, she seemed to have just graduated from university in the United States and was
an artist under Xiao Hui's agency.
Not long after Ah Feng went to the United States, she was also sent to New York by the company for training. Later, Ling Zhixian
learned from Xiao Feng that Qiu Lin had been living with Ah Feng in the United States.
Qiu Lin had only returned from the United States with Xiao Feng about six months prior. Now a popular idol, she
was actually one of Ah Feng's many secret mistresses.
The handsome and dashing Ah Feng is the type who's very popular with women; he can easily win their hearts.
Those unfamiliar with Ah Feng often assume he's a healthy, lively, and well-behaved young man. Only a few
, like Zhi Xian who's close to him, know his true nature. But Zhi Xian has never revealed
this to anyone, not even his family.
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, Ah Feng easily manipulates women, making them fall for his naiveté and misjudgments
.
Ah Feng has been an expert on women since he was sixteen. He always boasts and mocks to Zhi Xian about
how many women he's slept with and raped! He even slept with a female reporter today!
In less than two years in America, Ah Feng has already become a "hundred-woman slayer"! Even more
outrageous and absurd, just a few days ago, Ah Feng actually bragged to Zhi Xian that he had recently raped a
mature, alluring married woman with a certain temperament and a beautiful, glamorous face! ...
Watching Ah Feng talk about it with such gusto, Zhi Xian, this hot-blooded young man
, was so aroused that he could hardly sit still! If it weren't for the fact that Ah Feng had once "invited" Zhi Xian
to a karaoke bar to play with several pretty girls, Zhi Xian would have definitely punched Ah Feng
twice in the nose out of envy (jealousy)!
On that day, when Ah Feng got excited while talking, to prevent Ling Zhi Xian from thinking he was bragging, Ah Feng even secretly
took out a small voice recorder from the drawer and held it in his hand. According to Ah Feng, this was how he raped...
After raping the married woman, he called her to coerce her into submission. He then
secretly recorded several more encounters with her at hotels. Ling
Zhixian knew that it was common for Afeng to take women to hotels; he had even accompanied him a few
times, mostly with "hotel hostesses" or similar women. But this time, hearing Afeng mention the word "rape," Ling Zhixian
was utterly shocked and astonished.
"I can last her at least sixty or seventy minutes without her ejaculating! I make her feel like she's dying and coming back to life. Heh!"
Afeng said smugly as he turned on the recorder. Instantly, the sound of a woman crying could be heard.
"Ah... Xiaofeng... No... Don't tie me up... No... No... Waaah... Stop... Help
!..."
"You... Ugh... You... Waaah... It hurts! You're inhuman... Ugh... Don't come anymore...
Ah... You beast... I can't... Oh... Hmm... Oh... Ah... Ugh... Ugh..."
"...Slap!... Sizzle... Slap!... Sizzle... Oh... Ah... Please... Please..."
After a while, the woman's pleading voice soon turned into joyful sobs.
"Oh... Oh... Xiao... Feng... Auntie... is... coming out... Ugh... Give it to me...
Quickly... Give it to me! Ah~~"
Ah Feng looked at Ling Zhixian's face and said, "How about it, interesting, right? Every time we go to a hotel, I can fuck her
three or four times!" Ling Zhixian was initially at a loss for words, then his face flushed and his heart raced, and then 　　a dark and decadent pleasure gradually arose
from the bottom of his heart , stimulating the boy's hungry beastly nature. 　　This woman's voice sounded somewhat familiar! Ling Zhixian thought he must have heard it before, but he just 　　couldn't quite place it. 　　(Maybe it sounded like a porn actress's voice!) 　　"Hey, Zhixian! The first time I 'raped' her, I even recorded a super 'exciting' video in my hands 　　!" 　　"No way? Afeng, are you crazy? You committed a crime and left evidence?" Ling Zhixian said in a low voice. 　　"Hehe! What do you know! That's the exciting part!" Afeng stared at Zhixian with a strange and mysterious expression. 　　"Zhixian, let me show you too, just like watching porn! Same old rules... you buy the food, 　　I'll cover the venue and the woman." 　　"It's a self-shot, 'real' amateur wife rape! Super clear quality, the 'female lead's' figure will definitely 　　satisfy you, a mature and glamorous wife!... Her body is incredibly hot! Too bad you can't see her face 　　... Damn it!... Hehe... Because it's rape, I cut 　　some shots during the editing, and deliberately put masks on myself and her, specifically avoiding the faces of the 'male and female leads'... But it doesn't matter 　　, anyway, you've seen my unique, 'gifted' giant cock, Zhixian, you should recognize 　　me. Hehe..." 　　"Hmm, I think this is fine... Next Friday night! Your mom 　　has a lecture at Kanghai University next Saturday, she should be heading south to Kanghai the night before. Come to my house that night! I 　　'll bring a few women over, and the two of us brothers will fuck them all night long, have a good time! Anyway, it's Saturday the next day, 　　what's there to be afraid of!... Let's do it that day! Heh... heh heh!" 　　Ah Feng winked lewdly at Ling Zhixian. 　　"I'll take that as a yes!" Ah Feng said to Ling Zhixian, who was drooling and nodding vigorously. 　　"Damn it! Every time I try to take that woman to a hotel for sex, she always makes excuses, it's really a 　　hassle for her! But every time we get to the room, this woman is so damn slutty and shameless! Heh... 　　heh heh...I should get her, this 'leading lady,' someday, anyway, she can't live without me now 　　! I just love seeing that pitiful, humiliated look on her face when I'm having sex with her in bed! 　　Heh..." 　　Mu Longfeng was still muttering. 　　From that day on, Ling Zhixian eagerly awaited that "good day" day and night... 　　(Today is finally Friday!...I can't wait! Tonight...) Ling Zhixian, looking impatient 　　, was completely distracted from class. 　　"Class, everyone! Please read this passage aloud, from beginning to end." 　　It was the English teacher asking everyone to read the text together! The teacher's words interrupted the absent-minded Ling Zhixian. 　　********** 　　... 　　About 17 or 18 kilometers northwest of the "Yida Affiliated High School" campus on the mountainside, in the West Coast Port Area 　　, 　　the once neatly trimmed roadside trees along the slope have been ravaged by a night of torrential rain and strong winds. 　　Flowers are withered, willows are fallen, trees are bent, and grass is flattened. The rain continues to pour, and the lawns are already flooded. 　　Not far from the end of the path, through the misty air, one can see a vast, garden-like 　　private cemetery. A white, sea-facing, iron-cast, ornate gate and wall, along with several large gray-white stone statues, surround 　　the cemetery plaza at the end of the path. This is the West Coast Port Area, about 30 kilometers from the city center, 　　mostly hilly terrain surrounding the sea. And on the most secluded, highest hilltop on the West Coast, far from the hustle and bustle, lies 　　this famous private cemetery. 　　Wearing a raincoat and rain boots, Uncle Liang walked along the winding, messy path nestled against the mountain and facing the sea. He was 　　one of the many caretakers in this private cemetery, mainly responsible for maintaining the garden. Today was his shift. The strong sea wind, mixed with sudden 　　bursts of rain, lashed against his face, making Uncle Liang feel quite uncomfortable. 　　A huge gray-white memorial stood in the square at the end of the path. 　　Uncle Liang thought that on a good day, walking in the deserted cemetery square at this time would be filled with a quiet and 　　serene atmosphere. If he walked to the other side of the square, a large flock of white pigeons would coo 　　and avoid him... 　　Uncle Liang walked towards the rows of graves on the right side of the square, and then, surrounded by greenery, he saw a champagne- 　　gold SUV parked in front of one of the graves, facing the coast, about eighty square meters in size. 　　(Alas... poor woman!) Uncle Liang clutched his raincoat, which was ruffled by the wind and rain, and sighed softly as he walked 　　.

(Perhaps the wind and rain were a bit too strong today?) Uncle Liang felt the Pengchi ML350 shaking violently
. The windows were covered with dark-colored, explosion-proof heat-insulating film, making it impossible for Uncle Liang, walking along the path, to see if
anyone was inside.
As he approached the car, Uncle Liang looked at the driver's side window and slowly opened it! Behind the window, a
breathtakingly beautiful face appeared. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and tears streamed down her cheeks; she held a bouquet of flowers. This
pitiful widow made the old man's heart ache even more.
"Madam, you've come to visit Mr. Zhu again?" Looking at the sorrowful, virtuous wife before him, Uncle Liang felt
a strange mix of bitterness and bewilderment.
"Uncle Liang, is it your turn to be on duty today? I'll see my husband for a little while longer, you go ahead with your work!" the young woman
said softly.
"It's alright, it's alright! Madam, please take good care of yourself! ... I'll go patrol elsewhere. You
can call me if you need anything!" Uncle Liang turned and shook his head helplessly as he left.
The tightly closed car window reflected the beautiful, youthful face of the twenty-eight-year-old woman.
She stared blankly out the window at the granite tombstone about five or six meters away, holding a bouquet of flowers and remaining silent...
"Heh heh! The person's already gone, what are you still pretending for? On the surface, you're
a young wife who vows to be chaste forever, but your husband has only been gone for less than a year. Isn't she still being pinned down by me every night, a lustful
flesh burning and moaning wildly! Heh heh! Who would have thought that the elegant and beautiful newly widowed woman in everyone's eyes would actually be
playing the role of a woman indulging in male penetration and injection in the lonely and desolate bedroom bed during the night of lustful incest!"
Suddenly, a man's exaggerated, teasing voice, like reciting a theatrical narration, came from the back seat of the car.
"...Ahhhhh..." The back of the driver's seat was suddenly reclined, causing the woman to gasp in shock
. The handsome young man pounced on her from the back seat, violently kissing her lips.
"We were just getting into it when that clueless old man interrupted us. Let's go again..."
"Let...let me go!" She turned her head away and began to struggle.
"Hey! What's wrong with that? It's not like we've done it in the car before. This time it's just that the location is your
husband's grave! Heheh~~ You'll find that doing it in front of your husband's grave has a unique charm
!"
"..."
The man lewdly grinned, suddenly ripping off the straps of her dress, revealing her round, white breasts
. Without thinking, he buried his face in her alluring, full breasts and kissed them wildly...
"Wait...wait a minute!" The woman pushed against him, who was on top of her.
A glimpse of a tombstone in the corner of her eye inadvertently reminded her of her deceased husband's face. The man's hand gently
caressed her breasts, then sucked on them like a peach, teasing her.
(Wenjie was never like this before… especially not in such a forbidden place… and…)
"No… don't do this…" Honestly, at her husband's grave, she felt only guilt, not a shred of
passionate pleasure; instead, she felt as if she were being shamelessly violated.
The sound of raindrops pattering on the roof of the car continued, then a sudden clap of thunder startled her, making her face turn pale and her whole
body tremble.
"What's wrong? Are you scared? Do you feel sorry for Zhu Wenjie? Silly girl… don't worry, I'll take good care
of you." He noticed her inner turmoil, breathing softly to comfort her, while lecherously looking up at her
face.
"Don't forget, now I'm your man!" he said lightly.
The man's hand stealthily slipped under the woman's skirt, pulled down her panties, and teased her crotch
.
"Let go...I...I don't like this!" she cried, pushing his hands away.
The woman's face paled; she suddenly loathed his lewd expression.
"Relax, you'll love me to death in a minute!" the man chuckled lewdly again.
The woman felt utterly disgusted, as if she were being raped by a lizard.
A chill ran down her spine; she felt breathless, as if the man on top of her was degrading her
.
"...Let...let me go..." she cried, turning her head away and struggling.
The man, caught up in the moment, ignored her resistance. He forcefully lifted her chin, her
face contorted with shame and humiliation. He kissed and caressed her forcefully, giving her no chance to escape.
A look of pleading resistance crossed the woman's delicate face. Her disheveled hair cascaded over her half-naked body.
In the man's eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful, her tender, exposed flesh glistening with sweat.
With each gasp and struggle, the man's saliva clung to her trembling breasts
.
"Oh...you're so beautiful now! I can't wait to devour you!"
The man knew her body all too well!
The young man parted her legs, greedily licking and teasing her mons pubis, sucking and
teasing her with force. The mature, humiliated wife allowed the man to defile her body, caressing and kissing every
inch of her skin.
The man's movements were light and practiced. The woman closed her eyes, silently turning her face away, her lips already
wet.
The young lover began to pull off her black dress, revealing the married woman's proudly erect, alabaster-like breasts,
full and round. She felt as if she were engulfed in a raging fire of desire; restless and agitated, the emptiness
and itching rising from her wet vagina gradually spread throughout her body. Her deepest desires had been aroused, and the woman's curvaceous body
slowly writhed in the carriage.
(Hmph...you're already wet! You bitch, always pretending, fuck!)
The woman's breathing became rapid and labored, her cherry lips uttering soft moans: "No...please stop sucking,
okay...hurry up and...go in!...I...want..." The woman's mature and alluring body writhed
even more violently on the carriage bed.
"Turn around!" the man commanded his woman.
The woman turned her head impatiently, biting her lower lip, her slender waist arching her hips high...
"A beauty is a beauty indeed. The way you stick your ass out is truly stunning!" the man lewdly sneered.

The young lover caressed the woman's round, pink buttocks, slapping them hard with one hand while kneading her alluring mounds with the other. 　　The
delicate, elastic sensation from his palms was incredibly pleasurable.
He grasped her buttocks, parting them to reveal her private anus
and vulva. His fingers gently inserted into her wet vagina, playing with her beautiful labia. Then, he inserted two more
fingers, pinching and rubbing her tender clitoris.
"Aww!...Ugh~~" Feeling the man's blatant gaze fixed on her trembling body,
the woman's cheeks flushed slightly.
Although he was a young lover she'd slept with many times, the thought of him scrutinizing
her most private parts from behind already ignited a strange heat within the sexy wife. With his skillful thrusts
, the woman finally couldn't help but moan. Her perfect body trembled uncontrollably, and
the lustful fluid gushing from her vagina quickly soaked the man's fingers and the chair beneath her.
In the carriage, at her deceased husband's grave, the virtuous wife in everyone's eyes was once again hopelessly aroused
by the young man pressing down on her. Her burning flesh and desperate cries—was it lamentation? Was it debauchery?
"Hmm...a truly perfect body! It's rare to find a woman so perfect!"
"Looks like I'll have some fun today!" The man smirked lewdly, his breath coming in coarse gasps.
She felt the young man behind her taking out his penis and rubbing it. It was an enormous penis, disproportionate to his age , with several naturally raised growths on the large glans 　　—the "weapon" that had once made women both love and fear, experience a life-or-death struggle
during countless acts of lovemaking ! 　　The married woman obediently lowered herself, and her young lover wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. The tip of his penis 　　touched her clitoris and labia, which were wet with desire. The man straightened his penis and 　　thrust his body and waist forward, quickly inserting it deep into the woman's vagina. 　　"Ahhh...ahhh..." As if half-pressed down on the car bed by the man, the woman's raised buttocks 　　twisted and swayed upwards, and between her trembling legs, a stream of sticky fluid flowed continuously with the man's frenzied thrusting 　　. 　　"Plop...plop...plop...plop...plop..." The car shook violently again. 　　"I'm sorry...Wenjie...please forgive me!...Ahhh...woo...uh..." 　　The woman moaned loudly through the gaps between her tightly clenched fingers, completely at her man's mercy. 　　"Ah...no...deeper...deeper! Ahhh! Yes! Right there, thrust harder..." 　　An absurd scene, conflicted emotions—the woman, tears of shame streaming down her face, swayed her hips to meet the man 　　's thrusts. 　　"Wenjie...forgive me...uhhh...I'm sorry...Wenjie...uhhhhh..." 　　The wife's fair, smooth skin was now pink with sweat. She automatically raised her legs, tightly clamping them around the man 　　's waist. 　　"Uhhh...uhh...don't...don't...do this...it's...it's...torturing me... 　　ahhhhh..." 　　Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around the man's neck. Driven mad by desire, the mature, alluring wife 　　offered a passionate kiss. Her delicate tongue, soft and tender, rhythmically slid and danced in the man's mouth 　　. 　　The unparalleled sensation—just the head of his penis touching her clitoris—was enough to send shivers of 　　pleasure through her. 　　The man thrust in fiercely and powerfully, the woman moaning with pleasure, and the young lover began to change positions. 　　"Ah!...again...again!...ah~~" 　　In the cramped car, the woman, in a riding position, wrapped her arms around the man's back, her head thrown back as she gasped for breath. 　　"Ugh...tight...so...so good...mmm...ah~~oh..." 　　The man also moaned with pleasure, panting as he buried his head in the woman's perfect cleavage and thrust harder. 　　"Good...good...so good...ah, again..." The woman clung tightly to her lover's back, 　　her breasts swaying as she threw her head back, moaning with pleasure. 　　"Ugh...so beautiful...so beautiful...ah...I'm already..." Unable to withstand the onslaught of pleasure, 　　the woman accelerated her hip movements, almost reaching climax. 　　"Ah...I can't take it anymore! So beautiful...so beautiful...ah~~I'm already...coming...ugh..." 　　The married woman moaned with delight, her fluids of desire beginning to gush out. 　　The beautiful married woman, clinging tightly to the young man, writhed in waves of pleasure, 　　her body trembling and stiff with intense sensation. She uttered dreamlike, intoxicating moans. 　　Being demanded by the man, the pleasure of being a woman made this virtuous and alluring wife forget where she was 　　. 　　Even after a few moments of lingering afterglow, the man's penis remained erect deep inside her. He held 　　her, limp and powerless, gazing out the car window at the granite tombstone bearing the inscription in gold: " 　　Tomb of My Late Husband, Zhu Wenjie." 　　(Hey... Brother Zhu, when you were alive, didn't you always boast about how beautiful, wonderful, elegant, and dignified your wife was 　　? Hehe! There's something you don't know, right? I slept with this woman before you died! 　　The morning you had your car accident, where did you think your wife was? Let me tell you! That morning she and I hid in the E8 　　station of the MRT, and we fucked each other a few times in the disabled restroom! Heh... Your wife's legs were so weak from being fucked by me 　　that I had to help her to the hospital to see you one last time!) The man smiled sinisterly to himself. 　　(I deliberately brought her here today, to fuck her a few times in front of your grave for you to see! 　　Brother Zhu, look how horny your wife was just now! Hehe... For your wife's happiness, your brother has 　　really gone to great lengths! In your bed, I take meticulous care of her every night! 　　... 　　Like you said, this woman is good in every way, except she can't let go of what's on her mind. Now she's mine, although 　　I've had many women, I don't want her to still have you in her heart, even if I'm her brother...)

"How despicable and shameless! I'm going to strip her naked in a bit, and then, right in front of you, right in front of your tombstone,
I'll rape her a few times, breaking down this woman's pride and taboos, so that she'll be devoted to
me from now on!" (
The young man muttered to himself as he removed the remaining clothes and stockings from the woman and himself. Then, gritting his
teeth, he hugged her naked, suddenly pushed open the car door, and stepped into the rain-soaked cemetery.
) **********
Ling Zhixian's home was in the senior faculty residential area of "Yida," a quiet and secluded place.
The "Yida" residential area consisted of a row of about ten exquisite two-story houses with red roofs and white walls,
arranged in an arc, each independent and scattered around the central garden of the complex, each with
a lush front and back yard.
The villa located at the far east end was Ling Zhixian's home.
A bright white BMW was parked in front of the driveway.
(It's Mom's car; she's home…)
Ling Zhixian noticed his mother's high heels neatly placed on the entryway as soon as he entered.
He was usually the first one home, but today his mother was back even earlier!
(Huh?…Mom is definitely going out later!) Ling Zhixian
thought, looking at the black high heels on the entryway.
His mother usually neatly put her shoes away in the shoe cabinet when she came home from work. Clearly
, she was heading south tonight to spend the night in central Taiwan.
He changed into slippers and neatly put his leather shoes in the shoe cabinet; he didn't want his mother to know he was also going out.
Zhixian went into his room, put down his schoolbag; his room was behind the living room.
The first floor of the house, besides the living room and Ling Zhixian's room, also includes a guest room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom
, and storage room. The second floor contains the master bedroom, study, Zhiling's sister's room, and a gym connected to a large balcony.
Both the mother and sister's rooms have separate bathrooms and dressing rooms.
Ling Zhixian's mother, Li Yanzhen, is Zhixian's stepmother. A very beautiful and intelligent Korean-American woman
, she is thirty-two years old. Li Yanzhen is the head professor of the Business School at the National Sino-American Friendship University. "Friendship University" is 　　a university jointly funded by
China and the United States , primarily providing education for the children of overseas Chinese in China, although a certain percentage 　　is allocated to students from mainland China. 　　Because it is a well-known university for overseas Chinese in China, the backgrounds of its Chinese students are all wealthy and influential. 　　In recent years, Li Yanzhen's EMBA program has become renowned and highly praised in both Chinese and international business circles. 　　Zhi Xian and A Feng both studied at the "National Sino-American Friendship University Affiliated High School," which 　　was abbreviated as "Yi Da Affiliated High School." 　　Two years prior, the school's original principal had suddenly passed away from a heart attack. The school's board of directors decided to appoint Li Yanzhen, also a board member, as the new principal. Li Yanzhen 　　met Ling Zhi Xian's father, Ling Weisheng, while 　　pursuing her degree at Harvard. Yanzhen 　　had a close bond with the siblings Zhi Lin and Zhi Xian; at the time, Zhi Lin was seventeen and Zhi Xian was nine, and they were 　　very close. 　　In Zhi Xian's words, "My dad is that internationally renowned 　　'anthropology' and 'archaeology' giant, the one who 'doesn't get any eggs' all year round, Ling Weisheng." 　　At the time, the forty-three-year-old Ling Weisheng had been widowed for many years. He had to care for his children, Ling Zhi Lin and Ling Zhi Xian 　　, while also juggling his research. Balancing family and career was incredibly demanding for him. However 　　, this unexpectedly triggered Li Yanzhen's innate maternal instincts. 　　Whether out of "love," "pity," or "concern 　　" for the siblings, six months after Yanzhen and Weisheng met, the young and beautiful Li Yanzhen, amidst the astonishment of her relatives and friends 　　, married the then 43-year-old Ling Weisheng at the tender age of twenty-four. 　　Now, Zhixian's older sister, Zhiling, is twenty-five years old and a popular model and advertising star. Zhiling 　　is rarely home these days, because the students and "fans" at the school know that her home is in the school 　　's staff quarters. Several times, they have "ambushed" 　　her on her "usual route" home. 　　Therefore, Zhiling also has a suite near her agency. Of course, another reason 　　is that it's more convenient for Zhiling to receive work assignments. 　　When Ling Zhixian arrived at his mother's study door, he peeked through the crack in the door and saw that the light was on. 　　Mom's study was quite clean, its furnishings elegant and simple, with a faint scent of incense. 　　The room was simply furnished; on the right and back sides were rows of bookshelves, mostly filled with professional 　　books and manuscripts of papers and journals, in both English and German. Leisure books consisted only of some 　　beauty and health-related books and a few business novels. 　　Next to the back bookshelves was a door connecting to Mom's bedroom; to the left of the large desk in the center was a floor-to-ceiling 　　window, with several small green potted plants on the windowsill. A computer sat on the desk; near the entrance and 　　in the corner to the left of the desk were a television, a coffee table, and a sofa. 　　When Ling Zhixian entered Li Yanzhen's study, he saw his mother already sitting at the computer, 　　typing. 　　"Oh? Zhixian, you're back! That little package on the coffee table is yours," Mom's gentle, sweet 　　voice came from behind the computer. 　　"It's a birthday present your father sent you," Mom said, her eyes still fixed on the computer screen 　　. 　　Ling Zhixian turned around, picked up the small package from the coffee table, and stood in front of his mother's large desk, saying, "Dad 　　?... Birthday present?... Mommy, my birthday was last month, why is Dad only 　　thinking about it now? Really! Hmm... Dad won't send me two dead people's teeth like last time, will he?" 　　Ling Zhixian looked at the small package in his hand, and he was actually a little scared! 　　"Romania?... Huh? Why did Dad go to Romania this time?" 　　"What Dad! His son, I think the last time I saw him was about seven or eight months ago! Or..."

"It's on the TV news!" Zhixian muttered.
"Zhixian! How can you say that about your dad! Your dad is really busy with work!"
"Hehe... those two fossilized teeth your dad sent you last time were really nice specimens! They're from East African apes
!" Mom looked up, her gaze leaving the computer screen, and smiled at Ling Zhixian
.
"No thanks! I'd rather he send me an MP3 player or an X-Box!" Zhixian said, unpacking the package
.
"Ugh... it's... again! Sigh..." Ling Zhixian's exaggerated cry of pain rang out.
Seeing Zhixian's strange expression, even Mom couldn't help but laugh this time. It turned out that Zhixian
was actually holding a knotted rope in his hand, with a pair of inch-long animal teeth strung on it. This "necklace"
was obviously another "great" artifact from some primitive tribe.
"Wei Sheng is really something, why do we always send you these things! Hehe..." Looking at Zhi Xian's face, Li Yanzhen
couldn't help but laugh again.
"Oh! Right, the light in Mom's bedroom isn't working!"
"Zhi Xian, you're here just in time, Mom has already changed the light bulb herself, but it still doesn't work!"
"Zhi Xian, go in and take a look, if it really doesn't work, call someone to fix it quickly!" Mom said in a string.
Zhi Xian went into Mom's bedroom and looked around for a while, then said in Mom's room: "Oh! It's okay!
The switch tripped... Hmm, the light is on!"
After Ling Zhi Xian pushed the fuse-free switch back, the light in Mom's bedroom turned on.
Zhi Xian was still holding a few light bulbs in his hand, and walked from Mom's room to the desk, standing beside her.
Only then did Ling Zhi Xian see clearly that Mom had styled her long hair into a bun, revealing her fair neck and
shoulders. Mom was wearing a loose t-shirt with a large round neck and white patterns, paired with a white
tennis skirt. Underneath her mother's loose t-shirt was what appeared to be a pink lace bra with thin straps.
Leaning against Lee Yeon-jung, Zhi-xian inadvertently caught a glimpse of his mother's ample
"northern hemisphere" and the faintly visible lace trim through the loose neckline. The low neckline couldn't conceal Yeon-jung's
perfect and deep cleavage.
(Mom's figure is still so alluring and perfect…) Ling Zhi-xian thought. Her
elegant and refined face, the smooth, white skin peeking out from the neckline, fueled Zhi-xian's
fantasies about Yeon-jung's body.
His mother's skin seemed exceptionally smooth and fair; her figure was truly hot and well-proportioned.
Her two snow-white, rounded, long, and firm thighs, exposed outside her short skirt, traced graceful curves along her smooth ankles
. Zhi-xian's mother was incredibly sexy!
Feeling his lower body begin to harden, Ling Zhi-xian quickly shifted his gaze to the computer screen. Zhi Xian, afraid of
embarrassing himself, tried to quickly shift the focus to avoid awkwardness, but he could still faintly smell
the alluring fragrance emanating from his mother!
He saw an iQiyi page on his mother's screen.
...
Amy: Grace, do you want me to pick you up tonight?
Grace: No need... Amy, I'll drive myself!
Amy: Grace... What time are you planning to come over tonight?
Grace: Amy... Hmm... around 7:30!
Amy: Did you receive the file I sent you?
Grace: Yes!
Amy: Grace! Have you seen it? How was it? Pretty exciting, right?
...
"Oh... Mom's on iQiyi! Hmm... Who is Amy?"
"She's... she's... a female colleague from Mom's school..." Yeon-jung said, looking down.
"Mom seems to be chatting with her a lot lately!" Zhixian asked curiously, looking at the screen.
"No...no! It's just for fun!" Her mother's voice sounded a little unnatural.
"Mom, what's the file? Is it interesting?"
"..."
Her mother didn't answer, but Zhixian sensed that her mother was acting strangely, as if her face and ears had suddenly turned red
.
"Zhixian, Mom told you, I have a lecture at 'Kanghai' tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, and I have
to head south tonight... Sister E (the family's part-time maid) has already prepared the meal, and it's on the table
." Her mother suddenly changed the subject, talking as she turned off the computer.
"You can heat it up yourself, don't wait for your sister. Her advertising schedule is packed lately,
she's already incredibly busy just rushing to filming... She said she'll be working all night tonight and won't be back, so you'll
have dinner by yourself!" Li Yanzhen said.
Ling Zhixian's mother stood up, turning her face to the side, seemingly shyly avoiding her son's gaze.
Yanzhen, waiting to shut down her computer, stood silently between the large desk and the armchair, the atmosphere becoming somewhat tense.
Zhixian secretly glanced at his mother's expression, unable to discern her joy or anger, and unsure what to say.
"I'm sorry, Zhixian!... Ah! Mom's running out of time, go eat, Mom needs to change
."
His mother left the desk, swaying gracefully as she slowly walked into her bedroom and closed
the door.
A moment later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom in his mother's bedroom.
(Is Mom wearing a bathrobe now? Or is she completely naked?)
(Mom looks so beautiful in her bathrobe!...)
Zhixian's mind conjured up a scene he had inadvertently glimpsed a few days ago:
a short bathrobe with pink dragonfly patterns on a blue background, the soft material clinging tightly to his mother's alluring curves. Her beautiful, smooth, long,
glossy black hair cascaded down to her waist.
She sat before her dressing table, her bathrobe completely naked, but the sash around her waist was tied unusually
loosely, causing the neckline to hang low on both sides, revealing her fair skin and deep cleavage
. Her full, high breasts, topped with two prominent nipples, were visible through the thin bathrobe;
her long, slender, jade-like legs were shyly exposed between the hem of the bathrobe, elegantly crossed at an angle.
(Ah! I'm erect again...)
Zhi Xian hurriedly grabbed the light bulbs from the table and quickly left his mother's study and went downstairs.
"Hey! Feng!...I'll be there at seven...Are you done yet?...Oh! I'll take the wine!
Bye~~"
Zhi Xian stroked his erect penis, unable to resist the torment of desire, and called
Feng early to urge him as soon as he entered the room.
After washing his face to cool down his lust, Zhi Xian looked at the food prepared by Sister E on the dining table, but didn't feel
like eating. So he called the hotel's takeout service and ordered a Japanese meal, along with three dozen
oysters flown in from Boston and a case of Spanish red wine.

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