【Fleeting Joys】(The End) 【Author: Song Roujia】

Author: Song Roujia
Word Count: 32809

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1. Sneak Attack (h)

Qiao Shang's eyes were glazed over, her small mouth emitting rapid breaths, her fair belly slightly bulging,
her legs kicking wildly on the bed. After a violent spasm, her legs spread wide, the vibrating electric dildo inside her
squeezing out water, wetting the entire bedsheet.

Her breasts were covered in red marks from her own ravaging, with specks of white fluid still on the head. Not long after becoming pregnant, Xiu
Kong and her father-in-law went on a business trip, leaving her feeling lonely at home, so she had to find her own way to pass the time. Now the sheets were soaked
through , she struggled to get up and take a shower, then carried the sheets downstairs to the laundry room.

The Qiao family was a wealthy and powerful family, and after becoming pregnant, she even had to quit her job and stay at home to rest. These past few days,
her father-in-law had taken her eldest son, Qiao Xiu Kong, out to discuss investment deals, leaving only her mother-in-law living on the ground floor and her husband's three younger brothers
upstairs.

She rolled the soaked sheets into a ball and stuffed them into the washing machine. Because of her pregnant belly, bending over was difficult, and she didn't
want to trouble the maids, so she could only kneel on the floor, one hand supporting her back, the other laboriously stuffing the sheets into the drum.
The early spring morning was eerily quiet in the vast Mo mansion.

Her wide nightgown swayed outside her body, and as she knelt, her buttocks arched, the hem slowly slipped up, revealing her
round, alluring buttocks. Perhaps because she had just bathed, she was still slightly damp, her underwear and nightgown
soaked.

Qiao Shang was focused on her work, her mind free of distractions, until she suddenly felt a distinct, stick-like heat source
pressed against her buttocks.

There shouldn't be anyone else in the Mo mansion. She instinctively tried to get up to see who it was, but her damp underwear
was easily pushed aside by the person behind her, and before she could utter a sound, a large, unexpected penis had thrust into
her wet, thirsty vulva. She looked up, wanting to scream, but a long, slender hand easily covered her
mouth and nose. The person behind her felt the wetness inside her, smiled, and thrust wildly into her wanton little hole from behind. His hard,
large glans pushed through layers of soft flesh, slamming against her fragile, thirsty cervix with each stroke. His full
scrotum slapped against her white buttocks, making a "slap slap" sound and splashing out wetness.

Qiao Shang could no longer concentrate on what she was doing. Her soft hands struggled to support her on the ground, her huge
penis slapping against the floor with the rhythm of the thrusts from behind. She struggled symbolically for a moment, then
quickly succumbed to desire, her lower body arching high as she enjoyed the pounding from behind.

Hearing the pleasurable sounds coming from her throat, Mo Shu released his hand from her mouth and nose. Qiao Shang
immediately groaned loudly, "Ah, good... good... so deep... um... I... I..."

Encouraged, the person behind her thrust even more recklessly into her. Each deep thrust
and shallow withdrawal of his engorged member brought forth a glistening, clear fluid, the smooth, exhilarating action leaving her vulva smeared with a sticky white residue.
The man seemed quite satisfied with her body, even bending down to reach behind her and grasp her two white breasts
, kneading them skillfully and seductively. This caused Qiao Shang to twist her hips even more excitedly to meet his thrusts,
crying out, "Husband, you're so good...you're making my breasts so swollen...ah...it's flowing...it's flowing..."

The man easily turned her over, lowering his head to take the swollen head, which was dripping with fluid, into his mouth. As the swelling and pain in her breasts
subsided, his thrusts became more rhythmic. Qiao Shang looked down at the man who was penetrating her, and suddenly her whole body
stiffened.

Sensing the change in the woman's body, Mo Shu took a deep breath of fluid, letting the excess
drip , and looked up at Qiao Shang with an open and honest expression.

Qiao Shang screamed and tried to push him away: "You're not Xiu Kong! How... how could you be here?!"

Mo Shu continued thrusting into her indifferently, reaching out to rub her head and saying, "You want to ask me how I ended up
inside you? Just think about it, do you need a reason?"

Qiao Shang choked back tears, "But you... but you're Xiu Kong's brother..."

Mo Shu pried open her tight vagina with his hands and forcefully thrust inside, his glans forcing open her tightly closed cervix, reaching all the way
into her uterus. The tiny life inside Qiao Shang sensed the threat and jumped uneasily.

Qiao Shang murmured, "I...I still have Xiu Kong's child...I can't..."

Mo Shu looked into her eyes and said, "You didn't say that when you were begging me with your ass sticking out."

Qiao Shang covered her face and said, "I didn't say anything then, I was just stuffing my clothes..."

Mo Shu easily pulled her hands away and looked directly into her eyes: "But your high-raised ass and the damp little thing
showing through your nightgown are both saying 'Come and fuck me'."

Qiao Shang still wanted to argue: "That's because I just finished taking a shower..."

Mo Shu glanced disdainfully at the two's tightly intertwined lower bodies, but suddenly Mo Xi's voice with
the unique : "Brother, why waste your breath on her? It's over, she's playing the virtuous woman now. Hurry up and finish
so I can take over."

Two beg me you (3p)

The younger brother of her husband was now taking over, the young man had more endurance and was harder, and once he got going, he
often couldn't control his strength. Qiao Shang was terrified of hurting the baby and pleaded, "Mo Xi... Mo Xi... please be
gentle... don't hurt the baby..."

Mo Xi casually thrust into her, going wherever he felt comfortable. His youthful and vibrant face gradually flushed with passion
, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He laughed, "How can being gentle satisfy your hornyness,
sister-in-law?"

The emphasis he deliberately placed on the word "sister-in-law" made Qiao Shang tighten her muscles even more, shrinking back
in his arms, feeling both timid and embarrassed.

Mo Xi noticed the subtle change in her mind, and with a smear on her soft, protruding breast, he smiled innocently and
said, "Isn't my brother good to you? Why are you so thirsty?"

Qiao Shang murmured, "Yes... Xiu Kong, my little... umm..."

Mo Shu chimed in, "No, her slutty pussy, how can you get her pregnant inside?"

Qiao Shang whispered, "Ah... ah... the baby... my baby... don't touch him..."

Mo Xi took it upon himself to interpret, "So, as long as you don't touch the baby, you can do whatever you want with me.
Sister-in-law?"

Mo Shu winked at his younger brother, and both his own little brother and the little brother on his body understood his
intention at the same time. The young Mo Xi carried Qiao Shang to the living room and placed her on the sofa, casually tearing her cotton nightgown into
pieces throwing them on the floor.

Qiao Shang said worriedly, "No...no...what if Mom sees..."

Mo Shu comforted her, "Mom and Aunt Shen went to play mahjong, they probably won't be back tonight."

Mo Xi smiled wickedly, "But if Mom suddenly comes back and sees her eldest son's wife, whom she cherishes,
heavily being taken by her two younger sons, I wonder if she'll kick you out of the Mo family? Or maybe after the baby is born, she'll
send you to the Mo family's nightclub to be slept with."

Qiao Shang trembled, "No..."

Mo Xi, looking at her constantly opening and closing vulva, said, "Then open your legs and beg me to fuck you."

Mo Shu easily took off his clothes, revealing his firm and well-defined abdominal muscles. Standing
beside Qiao Shang, his body still warm, he said, "Lick me properly, lick me until you're hard."

Qiao Shang lay on the sofa, her eyes blurry with tears, and said, "Please... don't do this..."

Mo Xi said impatiently, "If you don't spread your legs and beg, don't blame me for being rough later. Don't blame me if you lose
the bastard in your belly."

Qiao Shang said anxiously, "It's not a bastard, it's Xiu Kong's child."

Mo Xi sneered, "Who knows? You even flirt with your older brother's own brother,
who knows how many men have slept with this child in your belly before you got pregnant, otherwise how could you have a child after only a few days of marriage?"

Qiao Shang's eyes were filled with tears of grievance, and she bit her lip, refusing to open her legs.

Mo Shu reached out and touched her face, whispering, "Xiao Shang, let us enjoy ourselves. The sooner we come out,
the sooner you can go back to your room, so Mom won't see us."

Qiao Shang reluctantly opened her legs, but Mo Xi took advantage of the situation, saying, "Spread your cunt open yourself and
beg me."

Qiao Shang looked at him with teary eyes, pleading, "Please, Mo Xi."

Mo Xi gave a low hum. Mo Shu's penis had been waiting at her lips for a long time, slapping her
cheeks with each thrust.

Qiao Shang's mouth was forced open by Mo Shu's large penis, and she whispered indistinctly, "Mo Xi, please, my little cunt...
um ... ah... ah..."

Mo Xi thrust into her terrified, opening and closing mouth without hesitation, looking down at his third brother and sister-in-law's lips. This
woman was truly beautiful, with fair and tender skin, and watery, almond-shaped eyes. Her delicate nose
was reddened from the constant thrusting of Mo Shu's hips, and her lips, as narrow as flower lips, were glistening with moisture, stretched into a pitiful perfect circle by his erection.
Her cheeks were deeply sunken, and her throat seemed to be contracting rhythmically.

He turned back to his third brother and began exchanging experiences: "Qiao Shang's cunt is really something. None of the
girls can compare to her. Indeed, mature women's cunts are the most comfortable. It's so tight, and the juices are spraying out,
that little cervix..." As she said this, Qiao Shang looked at him in horror while swallowing Mo Shu's penis.

Mo Xi avoided her pleading gaze, but pulled back a little, ultimately not thrusting further into her uterus
.

Mo Shu laughed, "You know, she was a little clumsy at first, but she got the hang of it quickly
. Now, her little tongue is making me... um... I really want to ejaculate inside her... her face is all..."

Mo Xi said, while looking at Qiao Shang's wet and horny body, "This slut is born to be a man's meat. The more
men, the more excited she gets. If we did it in front of Big Brother, I wonder how wild she would be?"

Qiao Shang looked at them, who were working hard on her body, in fear. She was being shaken on the sofa by the two ravenous men
. Her huge breasts trembled and her testicles rippled in the air. Her small breasts tightly gripped Mo Shu's young and hard penis,
and she was licking Mo Shu's big iron rod with all her might. Her mouth was wet with sweat, and her head was constantly shaking, eager
to be plucked . Unfortunately, she didn't know that all of this was being observed by the cold eyes of the man who had just come downstairs.

Three Invitations to Enjoy Together (3p)

Mo Xi, looking at Qiao Shang's small body, was facing the corridor. Panting, she looked up and saw Mo Juncheng. She couldn't help but smile and wave, saying,
"Second Brother, this slut is so wet, do you want to come?"

Mo Juncheng's cold eyes lingered on the three people in the mess for a moment, then turned away with no interest and said coldly,
"No interest."

Mo Shu was the first person to violate Qiao Shang, so naturally he hoped that there would be as many accomplices as possible. So he suggested to Mo Xi,
"Push her to the ground and ride her in front of Second Brother. As long as Second Brother is willing to let her lick, everything else will be fine."

Qiao Shang's drooping buttocks and slightly protruding belly barely brushed the floor. She was afraid of hurting the baby, so she could only try
to raise her waist as high as possible.

Mo Xi wrung her wet vulva with his hand and wiped the water on her trembling buttocks. He laughed and said, "Slut,
sticking it up so high, do you want the three of us to do it with you?"

Qiao Shang groaned softly and looked up at Mo Juncheng pitifully while lying on the ground. The man's cold
expression remained unchanged, but his steps faltered as he was about to leave. Beneath his thin, sword-like eyebrows, his dark
gaze locked onto Qiao Shang's naked, fair body.

Mo Xi took a few steps forward, using the momentum of his quick movements to forcefully thrust into Qiao Shang's small body. Qiao Shang's front half was knocked to
the ground , her large breasts flattened by the cold floor, juice seeping from her head, scattering across the patterned jade floor
. She lay there, limp, like a cow being forced into a squeeze. She tried to pull her round belly back, and although she didn't hit
the ground, it made her front end hit even harder during the thrusting, while her lower body rose higher, swallowing Mo Xi's large breasts
too deeply, making a "plop" sound as his cervix opened and closed violently, licking and biting. Her delicate face was hidden by her disheveled hair, pressed
against the ground, unable to look up at anyone. She could only press herself against the cold floor, panting blankly, like
a white fish .

Mo Shu, fearing that Mo Shu's impulsiveness might lead to trouble, stepped forward to help Qiao Shang up. Two deformed, dripping
breasts trembled pitifully before her. He casually grasped Qiao Shang's large, wet breasts in his hand, tested them, and then forcefully
brought them together with satisfaction. Two white streaks of fluid, protruding from the tips of her nipples, splattered onto him, but he paid no heed, inserting his
penis directly into her from below. Using the lubrication of the fluid, he thrust in and out between her legs with pleasure, then whispered,
"Little Shang, lick yours clean."

Qiao Shang hesitated, biting her lip, but Mo Shu quickly withdrew and thrust back in, the powerful thrust helping her push her
head against Mo Shu's abdominal muscles. Qiao Shang obediently extended her small tongue, licking
Mo Shu's sweat-covered abdomen like a cat licking a cow, then opened her mouth to catch the drops that fell with his ejaculation, some landing on
her fair face.

Mo Shu lowered his hand and wiped her face, then put his index finger in his mouth to taste it: "Sister-in-law's is quite delicious,
the eldest grandson will definitely like it."

Qiao Shang's face flushed red, and she withdrew her tongue from licking him, only able to passively be bumped against by Mo Xi's slapping movements.
He was drying her body. Mo Shu's penis was now erect and throbbing, the head protruding and touching Qiao Shang's
lips . She was forced to give him oral sex while also occasionally performing oral sex on him. Her lips were smeared with a glistening sticky substance, and
saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth because she couldn't close her mouth.

Mo Xi was thrusting into Qiao Shang's body again and again. Although he couldn't see
her , the union was deeper. His brute force broke open her tight mouth, and the small mouth at the cervix was an extra reward. He was pounding into Qiao Shang with "slap slap" as he took steps, driving her to crawl forward
like a female dog . Qiao Shang used all four limbs to crawl forward with difficulty on the ground. Behind her, Mo Xi was thrusting wildly, and in front of her, Mo Shu was thrusting, the hard head occasionally poking into her mouth and stirring. Finally, he even hooked Qiao Shang's little tongue out of her mouth, diligently licking his glans. Mo Shu's penis continued to swell, the deep groove almost unable to hold it in. "I find you dirty (3p)" At the end of the corridor, Mo Juncheng, who had been watching all this, changed his standing posture, crossing his legs slightly, looking somewhat wary. Qiao Shang was forced to crawl in front of him by two men, her small face wet with sweat, her lips wide open, her tongue sticking out and licking, overflowing with white fluid, while her crotch was wiped red, a stark contrast. Her fair abdomen was slightly swollen, where Mo's eldest grandson's penis was located. And her two legs were being pulled apart by Mo Xi, who was thrusting into her small penis, with too much fluid constantly falling from the point where the two men were joined, dirtying the clean floor, leaving . Mo Xi said with a wicked smile: "Pull down Second Brother's pants and lick his." As if bewitched, Qiao Shang stretched out her wet little hand, wanting to reach Mo Juncheng's belt, but just as she was about to get close, he easily dodged her. Qiao Shang lost her balance and fell forward, and Mo Shu, who was holding her, groaned. He released his hands that were holding Qiao Shang, and two beautiful breasts popped out. Mo Shu thrust his hard penis directly into Qiao Shang's mouth , pumping it in and out forcefully dozens of times. Then, with a final, powerful thrust, it plunged deep into her throat, spurting out streams of hot, white semen, before slowly pulling it out of her mouth. Qiao Shang's tongue was pulled out of her mouth by the large penis , excess semen leaking out and sliding from its drooping tip, falling onto her messy face, adding to the eroticism. Mo Shu held his still-erect penis close to Qiao Shang's innocent face, spraying it onto her face at extremely close range in front of Mo Juncheng. The thick, white semen clung to her eyelashes, and Qiao Shang instinctively closed her eyes, but her eyelashes couldn't help but blink, smearing semen onto her delicate face and lips. Her face, covered in semen, with white fluid still dripping from her mouth, exuded a fragile, vulnerable charm, weak yet inviting further exploitation and ravaging. Mo Xi laughed, "Second brother, aren't you going to unzip your pants yet? This slut is too weak to do anything now, I'm afraid I'll have to do her myself ." Mo Juncheng saw Qiao Shang being beaten senseless by his two younger brothers, her upper body covered in smears, and frowned, taking a step back. He looked down at Qiao Shang's face with disgust, as if looking at a stray dog, and said, "No, I find it disgusting." Mo Shu, who was being fucked inside Qiao Shang, was slightly stunned. A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, like heartache and guilt, but it was fleeting and could not be grasped or pondered. Even Mo Shu, who had just finished , stopped cleaning and looked up at Mo Juncheng. Only the woman , lowered her eyelashes silently upon hearing this, her hands trembling slightly as she clenched her fists, but in the end, she let go and knelt on the ground humbly. Mo Xi incredulously released her waist, which he had been gripping tightly for his own convenience. Although Qiao Shang 's belly was prominently swollen, her waist, as a pregnant woman, was still incredibly slender from behind. It was as if... with a single pull, Qiao Shang would break. She was so fragile. Mo Shu also lost interest in seeking pleasure with his sister-in-law. His expression fell, he straightened his clothes, and glanced at Mo Juncheng with displeasure. In the end, however, he said nothing, brushed past him, and went upstairs to his room. Mo Juncheng coldly glanced at the two of them. Mo Xi hurriedly picked up Qiao Shang, facing her face covered in smears. He saw her half-lowered eyelashes, her breath soft and weak in his arms. Mo Xi lowered his head and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" Qiao Shang couldn't answer him. Her damp hair clung to her forehead, and her deeply furrowed brows were probably the most direct answer. Mo Juncheng said coldly, "Why aren't you calling Dr. Chong yet?" Mo Xi was always a little afraid of his stern second brother, so upon hearing this, she quickly carried Qiao Shang to her room, only to find that the maid hadn't changed her bedding yet, so she had to carry her back to her own room. Chong Zhe warmed the cold stethoscope in his hands, placed it on Qiao Shang's protruding abdomen, listened intently for a while, and then moved the stethoscope down. Feeling the cool stethoscope tip slide past her sensitive navel, even slipping inside her thin underwear, Qiao Shang looked at him with some fear . Chong Zhe smiled slightly, indicating that she didn't need to be nervous: "Open your legs." Mo Xi, who was accompanying her during the consultation, was already seething with anger and snapped, "What do you want to do? She's my sister-in-law!" Chong Zhe looked thoughtfully at Qiao Shang's slightly protruding belly and said, "But didn't the eldest son of the Mo family also act as the third young master all morning?" The Chong and Mo families were old friends; otherwise, even if Chong Zhe's interests were indeed in medicine, he wouldn't have condescended to be the Mo family's family doctor. Qiao Shang looked at him worriedly and asked softly, "You... don't tell Xiu Kong, okay ..." Mo Xi was speechless with anger. The other party had only asked a question, and this silly woman had confessed everything. Mo Xi said irritably, "So what if I tell my brother? One person does something, one person takes ." But... being gang-raped by her husband's younger brother was something that couldn't be told to outsiders. Qiao Shang frowned. Chong Zhe opened her legs, ignoring Mo Xi's fiery gaze, pulled down Qiao Shang's panties, and carefully and meticulously examined her genitals. Being stared at like that by a stranger at her genitals, which had just been violated… Qiao Shang let out a soft, embarrassed “hmm.” Mo Xi misunderstood. He said fiercely, “You slut, you get this excited just from being looked at? Should we throw you into a ‘brothel’ and have you gang-raped every day?” Qiao Shang gave him a wronged look, biting her lip without speaking. Chong Zhe, however, touched her trembling vulva with his finger, then slowly withdrew it, sitting down and saying to Mo Xi, “The pregnant woman’s body is fine.”

The baby wasn't moving. But if you continue to be so harsh with her, she might hurt the baby because of her bad mood.”

He skillfully wrote out the prescription and had his assistant outside fetch it. Then he said seriously to Mo Xi, “I can't interfere in the Mo family's
affairs . I won't say anything if anyone touches Xiu Kong's wife, as long as they don't mind. But
torturing a pregnant woman will seriously affect her health. After becoming pregnant, things should be done in moderation. This morning, the baby kicked her because your
movements were too vigorous. Also, no matter what, don't insert anything into her uterus again. It will make the baby
very uncomfortable.”

Qiao Shang lay on the bed, silently staring at the intricately carved ceiling. Her significance to the Mo family was only
the child in her womb. As long as the baby was fine, it didn't matter how she was treated.

Sure enough, Mo Xi snorted unhappily, “I know. I won't
do anything .”

After resting in bed all day, she felt much better by evening. Although Aunt Qin, who brought her lunch at noon,
didn't say anything, the contemptuous look in her eyes
shattered Qiao Shang's remaining self-esteem once again.

She and Mo Xiukong had an unplanned pregnancy, and she used the child to coerce him into marrying her into a wealthy family. It was perfectly
normal for him to look down on her. The servants of the Mo family all earned their living honestly, but she,
after being with Mo Xiukong, neither knew to take birth control pills nor wanted to abort the child. She stubbornly married into
the Mo family , and now, because of her cowardice and desire, she had become the object of her husband's younger brother's lust. It was
only her own fault that she was looked down upon by the servants.

Qiao Shang struggled to get out of bed. Since the doctor left, Mo Xi had never returned to his own
room, leaving Qiao Shang alone in bed, sleeping on and off. It was better not to see him, to avoid awkwardness.

She slowly made her way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and tried to find something to eat. Pregnant women are always
hungry. Because of her promiscuous behavior that morning, the servants of the Mo family ignored her. Without Mo Xi in the room,
she hadn't even had dinner. Her current level of hunger was unimaginable.

Taking the soft Harley cake from the refrigerator, Qiao Shang eagerly tore open the paper cup and wolfed it
down. She ate quickly, completely unaware of the soft footsteps on the stairs. It wasn't

until the kitchen light suddenly switched on that she abruptly closed her eyes, only managing to open them again after a long pause.

Mo Shu stood calmly at the corner, withdrawing his hand from the light switch, and looked at her as she wolfed it down, asking,
"Eating so hastily, aren't you thirsty?"

Qiao Shang's hand holding the cake trembled slightly. She remembered the
man who had silently inserted his penis into her body while she was tucking in her clothes. He had openly expressed his desires, disregarding time
and place ; this man was dangerous. She took another step back.

Mo Shu slowly unbuckled his belt, revealing his erect penis, and looked at Qiao Shang, saying, "Come
and drink mine when you're full."

(Six. What if I want to do her too?)

Qiao Shang's surprised expression was particularly obvious under the light. She was stunned for a moment until Mo Shu walked up
to her with his erect penis, and then a look of understanding appeared on her beautiful and innocent face. She wrapped the bread and put it back in the refrigerator, then squatted down
without a word and cupped Mo Shu's penis in her hands.

Because of the backlight, Mo Shu couldn't see the expression on Qiao Shang's face when she squatted down, and her silent actions
prevented him from accurately sensing her desire for him, which was really uncomfortable.

So Mo Shu continued to give the order: "Look into my eyes and beg me to come to your mouth."

Qiao Shang slowly raised her eyes and looked directly into Mo Shu's eyes. Her eyes were like the starry sky in the dark night,
with one or two tiny points of starlight flickering in the deep, obscure darkness, but they were quickly hidden by her. Qiao
Shang opened her lips and whispered, "Please, put it in my mouth."

Her expression was neither pleading nor commanding, but rather simply stating something unrelated to herself. Mo
Shu felt a rare surge of anger from the bottom of his heart. He grabbed Qiao Shang's hair and thrust his engorged member deep into her throat,
pumping and thrusting repeatedly. Qiao Shang's narrow throat felt oppressed by the massive object filling it, her mucous membrane secreting a defensive
stick, while her deep throat tensed to prevent the excessive intrusion of the foreign object. This wet and tight little mouth
was even more exciting than small. Mo Shu lost control and kept pushing her, finally pushing Qiao Shang to the ground, from a squatting position to a sitting position,
and then quickly lying on the ground.

Mo Shu sat on top of her with his legs spread apart, his member between his legs constantly thrusting downwards into her little mouth, his scrotum
slapping her cheeks until they turned red. Qiao Shang's vagina was slapped and kneaded by his buttocks, secreting white fluid
that soaked her nightgown, then stained his genitals, and finally overflowed her white breasts.
A dull, aching , while the familiar dampness of her morning's caresses stirred within her. Her legs
, spread wide beneath her nightgown, slipped down to reveal her soaking wet panties.

Mo Juncheng, exhausted from working on most of the price estimates all night, locked his computer and went to the refrigerator for a bottle of
ice water to wake himself. However, as he approached the kitchen, the sounds of "slapping" and suppressed moans grew clearer.

Dad and his older brother were away on a business trip to City C, Mom wasn't home, and the maids wouldn't be doing this kind of thing in the kitchen with the lights on.

At this moment, the only one left to be pinned down and fucked was Qiao Shang.

His brow furrowed slightly. This woman was truly tireless in her desire for pleasure; hadn't she
eaten enough ?

Ironically, he had refused her
advances this morning to save her from his two younger brothers' clutches. In that case, he had actually interrupted her good time, hadn't he? Perhaps she was still resentful of him.

Honestly, how could he have thought his elder brother's opinion of her was a misunderstanding, even believing
it was pitiful for a girl like her to marry into the Mo family all alone?

Maybe she only married into the Mo family because there were so many unmarried men.

A mocking smirk curled at the corner of his lips as he stepped into the kitchen. Sure enough, under the bright light, he saw Mo Shu
straddling Qiao Shang, his penis constantly moving in and out of her mouth, the saliva wetting her delicate collarbone and pure white
collar , and further down, her shamelessly exposed and wide-open wet genitals.

Mo Shu glanced back at him, saying indifferently, "Second brother? Take whatever you want, don't worry about us."

Mo Juncheng walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and then walked over to the two of them.

Qiao Shang's loose underwear had gradually rubbed against the ground, reaching down to her knees, revealing her ever-hungry...
The mouths were closed. Mo Juncheng leaned down and suddenly inserted the icy water bottle into Qiao Shang's vagina, then gently lifted
the bottom of the bottle , pouring the cool water into Qiao Shang's passage. She twisted her body excitedly, almost biting
Mo Shu's penis.

Mo Shu turned to look at his brother.

Mo Juncheng's usually cold face showed a mocking expression that was neither a smile nor a laugh. He said lightly, "What if
I also want to have sex with her?"

Seven Kitchen Humiliation (3p)

Qiao Shang could hardly remember what had happened last night. She knelt on the ground to give Mo Shu oral sex, was
ridden on the ground and whipped, and then Mo Juncheng came...

into her body. The two brothers played with every inch of her body from top to bottom, in her mouth and inside, while
their four hands roamed over all her tender sensitive areas.

She remembered Mo Juncheng pinching her erect clitoris while forcefully thrusting into her genitals: "I heard
you were fucked by your third and fourth brothers all morning, but you're perfectly fine?"

Qiao Shang didn't answer his question, only weakly furrowing her brows. Mo Shu's penis was too long,
so , it was so uncomfortable for her.

Her wet hair clung to her fair forehead, her eyes overflowing with
tears that were hard to tell whether they were from pleasure or shame, her upper body was covered in fluid, and her lower body was frothy from being drawn out. Mo Shu thrust deeply a few times, then suddenly
exploded in her mouth without warning. Thick fluid was sprayed into her throat like a high-pressure water gun. She
reached out , but Mo Shu pressed her hand to the ground, intently watching her shameful
and uncomfortable expression, even putting the last drop on her face. Her half-closed eyelashes, her cheeks flushed red from the impact,
the excess fluid overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

Mo Juncheng was further aroused by her fragile yet alluring appearance, grabbing her waist and thrusting rapidly: "Slut, you
enjoy being touched so much... You were born to be with men... You lowly woman..."

These words made Qiao Shang's vagina contract even more severely, half in despair and half in shame and anger. Her legs
kicked helplessly on the ground, but Mo Juncheng pulled her up and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing her even harder.

As the tears slowly slid down her cheeks, Mo Shu briefly pulled his large hands away from her face,
trying to wipe her eyelashes clean, but Mo Shu deliberately misinterpreted it. He pressed her fingers, which were still wet with his, into her mouth, and
Mo Shu mocked maliciously: "You like eating me that much? Even with a little bit of my hand on you
, you still lick your fingers. You're a complete slut."

The woman's embarrassed yet restrained expression further fueled their desire to humiliate her. Mo Juncheng felt the increasingly
intense surging downwards. Suddenly, he withdrew his member from Qiao Shang's body, stood up, took a few steps, and, still
standing, aimed it at Qiao Shang's face like he was urinating, releasing a large, sticky mass.

Before she could even wipe her face clean, Mo Juncheng's member was suddenly added to her. Qiao Shang helplessly closed her eyes, lying on
the floor panting. The fluid slid into her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow it. Seeing her
swallow the mixture, the two men couldn't help but feel a surge of desire again.

Upstairs, Mo Xi, having finished the case study assigned by the professor, felt tired and got up to go downstairs to get some food, but
heard a series of lewd sounds. Taking a few steps forward and turning the corner of the corridor, she indeed saw Qiao Shang lying on the floor, covered in fluid, her face
flushed, her mouth slightly open. Excessive fluid was on her face, and beside her were her two brothers, who had clearly just finished their act, yet were already hardening again just
from looking at her naked body.

He had tried his best to restrain himself from having sex with her again after their intense lovemaking that morning, and for this reason he had even gone to
the study, giving her his own room. But she insisted on lying in front of him, all erotic and naked.
What could he do?

Mo Xi chuckled evilly as she unbuckled her belt and said to her two brothers, "Has no one ever told you that good brothers
should share joys and sorrows?"

Mo Shu had already vented on Qiao Shang many times today, and seeing her lying weakly on the ground, looking
so pitiful , he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her: "If the three of us come together... won't she be able to take it?"

Mo Juncheng said coldly, "Can't take it? Don't underestimate this slut's endurance."

Mo Xi also nodded and said, "That's right, if you can't bear it, Third Brother, you shouldn't come."

Let's all come in together (4p)

Qiao Shang's swollen nipples were being rubbed and pinched by six hands in turn, and warm fluid was
being smeared on her fair body by the three men. The cotton nightgown had already been torn open and thrown
on the ground by the men, and three men peered lewdly at her soaking wet body.

Mo Xi gave her a good pounding on the main room and exclaimed, "Sister-in-law's breasts are so smooth and tender, they're
perfect for gripping."

Mo Shu pretended to be calm as he looked at her, but his crotch was already erect: "How about we don't separate and
play with her breasts together?"

Mo Juncheng quickly considered the feasibility of this suggestion, and his cold lips uttered lewd words: "Three of us
together ? Then put it in her mouth or on her face, and smear the excess on her body."

Mo Xi took out her phone from her pocket: "Remember to take a picture of her at her most wanton and show it to Big Brother. When
Big Brother doesn't want her anymore, we can play with her however we want."

Qiao Shang whimpered softly, her hands restrained, her breasts forced out, like a cow on a farm, devoid of
human dignity. She pleaded in a low voice, "Don't do this to me... please..."

Mo Juncheng sneered, "You didn't say this when you were pregnant and tricked your older brother into marrying you."

Mo Xi chimed in, "Yeah, beg us? Are you begging us to ruin your cunt, or to squeeze
your pussy? Or to ruin your little mouth? We have three of us, we'll make sure you're satisfied."

Qiao Shang helplessly felt the heat source getting closer and closer to her, her full breasts being pulled up by different hands, creating a deeper
cleavage, while hot, round glans were stuffed into the space between her breasts, prying open her little mouth one after another,
forcing her to give oral sex to the three brothers as they thrust in. Her head was pinched painfully, and her cleavage was rubbed raw with
a burning pain. She was clearly about to give in, but the three men on top of her wouldn't let her go, just
wantonly playing with her body and trampling on her self-esteem.

"I wonder how many men this girl has been with, it must have felt so good."

"Heh, this slut, every man she meets probably goes inside her, right? Maybe she
won't be free to be fucked until after she gets married."

"How could that be? A slut like that wouldn't just seduce one man at a time. If she's been gang-raped, that's for sure
."

The word "gang rape" seemed to trigger Mo Juncheng. After the three men had finished raping Qiao Shang,
covering her mouth, face, and oral sex, he grabbed the disheveled woman and pushed her onto the table, making her kneel and squat on it, placing
a .

The woman's weak legs barely supported her heavy body, and her bright red vagina was flowing with fluid. Tonight,
there were no men inside her; it was all her body.

Mo Juncheng reached out and masturbated for a while, then smirked and said, "Take turns with her. Keep it shallow, don't
go straight for the uterus."

His two younger brothers rubbed their hands together, eager to get started. Mo Shu said, "How about according to age?"

Mo Xi bit his lip, wanting to object, but anticipating the one-to-two scenario, he kept quiet. Besides, he also
wanted to see how his usually indifferent second brother would thrust inside Qiao Shang, whether he would be as cold as ever.

Qiao Shang's mouth burned with pain, yet her vagina felt terrifyingly empty. She lay on the table, lowly and subservient,
her buttocks raised, waiting like a female dog for the man behind her to fuck her.

Mo Juncheng held his instrument, aimed it at Qiao Shang's mouth, and slowly inserted it inch by inch.

Mo Shu laughed, "Second Brother is indeed cold-blooded when doing this kind of thing."

Mo Juncheng didn't speak, but quickly calculated the distance when he reached her cervix, then suddenly
pulled out and quickly thrust in again, then vigorously and violently pounded back and forth like a pile driver, repeatedly hitting the same spot before
withdrawing. That spot wasn't originally a sensitive point, but it was very close to the cervix, giving a
sense of danger of being pushed into the uterus. The continuous hitting and friction gradually made that place heat up, and this heat gradually turned into a tingling and itchy sensation, burning
Qiao Shang's vagina.

She whispered uncontrollably, "Please...please..."

Mo Shu, who was observing from the side, asked, "Please what?"

Mo Xi grinned wickedly, "What else can you ask for? Please, Second Brother, go even deeper, would you? It would be best if your cunt were torn apart."

Mo Juncheng smiled upon hearing this, coldly saying, "You don't need to beg me. Because even if you don't beg me, I will still do it
—torture you, you slut."

Qiao Shang was unbearably swayed back and forth as he forcefully pounded her on the table. Mo Shu would occasionally glance at
the soft cushion under her abdomen to prevent any harm to the baby, but most of the time he would observe his Second Brother's penetration of her small opening up close.
More and more white foam was slapped onto her vulva by the scrotum, a scene of decadent pleasure that made him eager to join
in and relieve the itch.

Mo Xi voiced his thoughts for him: "I really want to fuck her little one together."

Mo Juncheng stretched out his fingers and pressed them against her little one, tentatively widening it for a while before saying, "Mo Xi
can come in."

Mo Shu said unhappily, "What about me?"

Mo Juncheng inserted a few more fingers and poked her, clearly hearing Qiao Shang's soft moans of pain, but still nodded and said,
"Come in together."

Nine of them fucked her until she fainted (a slight 4p).

The three of them brutally thrust into the girl's vagina, the immense tearing sensation and pleasure going hand in hand, Qiao Shang floating and sinking in
the raging tide . Being fucked by the men behind her, the big ones forcefully pushed open her wet vagina, then
stretched it to the cervix, and then violently pulled back and thrust in again...

She didn't know how long this repeated, but when the three men finally ejaculated inside her, Qiao Shang had already fallen into
a coma.

That familiar feeling had returned. Mo Xi frowned, covered her mouth, and took a step back, saying, "I...I
have something to do, I'll go back to my room first."

Mo Shu looked at his younger brother's panicked expression and looked at his second brother for answers.

Mo Juncheng picked up Qiao Shang with a calm expression and said indifferently, "Let's call Chong Zhe first."

Mo Shu: "..."

Why did he have to be given this task that would get him a severe scolding?

When Qiao Shang woke up the next day, her mind was blank for a long time, her body was numb and painful, but there was also the fragrance of medicine.
Aunt Qin knocked on the door and came in, saying to her, "The three young masters instructed this morning that starting tomorrow, please ask Madam
to . Please be on time and don't delay the young masters' business."

Qiao Shang's face turned pale instantly. They...haven't they had enough? Everything from last night came
crashing down . She trembled and reached out to touch her stomach...Thankfully, the baby was still there.

She wouldn't be kicked out of the Mo family. Then...her mother wouldn't be in danger, right?

The telephone by the bedside seemed designed to shatter her naivety, ringing abruptly and shrilly. Qiao Shang nodded to Aunt Qin
to indicate she understood, then laboriously half-sat up and reached for the receiver, only to find herself
completely naked .

Aunt Qin glanced disapprovingly and with a hint of disgust at the marks covering her body, then turned and left.

A hysterical sob came from the computer, and Qiao Shang's heart sank.

Yu Yaxin's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Qiaoqiao...you're from a wealthy family now
, surely you have plenty of money in your account?"

Qiao Shang gripped the receiver tightly in fear, anxiously asking, "Mom, you gambled again?"

Yu Yaxin cried for a long time on the other end of the phone until she heard a man's harsh shouts and reprimands. She quickly
stopped crying and said to her daughter, "Qiaoqiao, please save your mother. I only lost 300,000 this time, you
definitely have it in your savings account. If all else fails, you're carrying the Mo family's eldest grandson now, who would bother you for a mere
300,000 ? Just do me a favor, do good for the child, please save your mother."

Qiao Shang's heart quickly turned cold at Yu Yaxin's words.

300,000. Where was

she going to get 300,000?

Before, she worked for a foreign company, working herself to the bone every night, never taking a day off, working non-stop,
and even with her frugal lifestyle, she could only afford to give her mother 200,000 a year to pay off her gambling debts. Now things are really messed up. She'd only
received the wedding dowry four months ago, and her mother had already racked up even more debt.

What was she going to do?

If Mo Xiukong truly married her because he loved her, 300,000 yuan would be no problem for him. But given
how annoyed he was by her pestering him, he wouldn't give her even 30,000 or 3,000 yuan.
Asking rashly would only make things more awkward.

Qiao Shang's silence didn't deter Yu Yaxin's determination to sell her daughter for personal gain. She hurriedly said,
"That's it, Qiao Qiao. They won't let me call anymore, and the money will be transferred to the old account," and hung up
.

In the chilly early spring air, only she sat quietly on the bed, her thin, naked body
covered in erotic and cruel bruises, her slender waist full, her belly swollen. Besides this child, she had already...
Forced to quit her job, she really didn't know how else she could get 300,000 yuan so quickly.

Mo Shu and Mo Xi waited in the restaurant for a while, but the young woman still hadn't come down, so they were starting to get a little
impatient .

Mo Juncheng glanced at them and said, "No need to rush. Dad and my older brother came back this morning; I
don't believe she wouldn't leave her room."

The three of them ate their meal for a while longer, and sure enough, they saw Qiao Shang slowly walking down the stairs. She was wearing a high-necked
cotton nightgown, futilely trying to cover the marks on her body. Although everyone present knew how beautiful her wanton
body .

Mo Shu coughed lightly and pointed to the diagonally opposite seat, saying, "Sit."

Mo Xi propped his head up with his hand, sized up Qiao Shang, then squeezed the bread in his hand and asked, "You're so late,
don't you want to see us?"

Qiao Shang's face was pale, and she weakly shook her head, "No."

Mo Xi persisted, "Well, judging from your size, with three men sitting here, you must be really
looking forward to it, right?"

He slowly crushed the bread in his hand, as if squeezing Qiao Shang's fragile heart, and then threw it into
the trash can .

He pointed with his chin to the baguette in the wooden basket and said, "Use your tongs to feed me." Qiao

Shang stood there, looking at him in surprise.

Mo Xi glanced at her uncomfortably and said sarcastically, "Or did you want to be fucked again so early in the morning? You slut." Qiao Shang slowly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her full figure wrapped in her underwear, and walked to the wooden basket. Mo Juncheng said coldly, "Take off your underwear." Qiao Shang didn't look up at him, but bit her lip and took off her outer clothes first, then unhooked her underwear and slowly pulled it off with some hesitation. The three men sat at the dining table, dressed impeccably, while she was the only one with her upper body . The shame was particularly strong in this contrast. She reached out to grab the top she had just taken off, but Mo Shu next to her ruthlessly grabbed the hem and threw it away. Mo Xi looked at her impatiently and said, "Are you coming over or not?" Qiao Shang wiped the medicine on her forehead with a tissue, revealing the cut, then took a baguette and put it in the pan, and walked to Mo Xi's side with the bread between her hands. Mo Xi reached out and pulled her closer, but instead of biting the bread, he directly took her head into his mouth and sucked hard. Qiao Shang moaned softly, "No... don't drink..." Mo Shu behind her got up and moved to the other side, also taking a head into his mouth and sucking. The erotic made Qiao Shang's body tremble uncontrollably, her hands almost unable to hold the bread and her breasts together. Mo Xi released her head and whispered, "If the bread falls out of your breasts, I'll put it in your cunt." Qiao Shang was startled and quickly squeezed her breasts even harder to hold the bread in place, but this also squeezed the juice out the two of them drinking, and Mo Shu choked from the excess. Mo Xi released her head and said coldly, "Slut." He then lowered his head and bit the top of the baguette, slowly chewing it in his mouth, and then held her head in his mouth to drink. Qiao Shang acted like a cow's vessel, serving as part of his breakfast, moving her body step by step following the young master's turning head, especially her breasts, nourishing him. After a while, the juice in the room was finally sucked dry. Mo Shu sat back down and continued eating, but Mo Xi frowned with regret: "What a pity, you have so little juice." He put his arm around Qiao Shang's waist: "You're too thin, you should eat more." After saying that, he pulled Qiao Shang onto his lap, stuffed a half-eaten piece of bread into her mouth, and forced her to swallow it. Qiao Shang crossed her arms in front of her, awkwardly eating the food the young master fed her, and whispered: "Thank you, I can do it myself..." Mo Xi chuckled: "Thank me for what? Thank me for sucking it for you? Or thank me for making you feel good last night?" Qiao Shang's face flushed red and then turned pale, trying to escape from his embrace. Mo Xi suddenly turned cold and pressed her against his erect penis: "You'd better behave yourself. Otherwise, I can't guarantee I won't take you in front of my older brother." Mo Xiukong? Qiao Shang looked at Mo Xi with a hint of doubt. Mo Juncheng's voice came from a distance, but it was still icy: "She definitely doesn't know that my brother is coming back this morning." Mo Xiukong is coming back? This is like an opportunity that has suddenly fallen from the sky. Maybe his business deal went smoothly, and he might be willing to lend her money . A look of surprise appeared on Qiao Shang's face, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Is...is his business going well?" Mo Xi looked at her overjoyed expression upon hearing that her brother was coming back, and felt a surge of anger for no reason. He pushed her from his arms to the ground and said coldly, "What's it to you? Even if everything goes well, he won't even give you a second glance. Because you're a slut." Mo Juncheng had his back to Qiao Shang and didn't see her expression, but he understood her question and warned, "The Mo family's business won't be handled by an outsider like you. You'd better not pry too much." Qiao Shang sat on the cold ground and lowered her head bitterly. Yes, Mo Xiukong didn't , so how could he possibly be willing to lend her money? She was really crazy for money, to have such a naive idea. Mo Shu misunderstood the reason for her bowed head, thinking it was because her older brother was coming back and she was avoiding the three of them. So he said calmly, "Even if your older brother comes back, it won't change the fact that you begged us to sleep with you. If your older brother finds out, guess what he'll do?" Qiao Shang remembered her mother's pleas that morning and the strange man's curses on the other end of the phone. Her body trembled slightly. After a long internal struggle, she finally raised her head and looked at Mo Shu pleadingly, "Please... don't tell Xiu Kong... " Mo Juncheng sneered, "See? I told you, even if she was gang-raped by three men, she still couldn't bear to leave her older brother, her cash cow." Mo Xi's eyes also showed disappointment, "I thought you would muster the courage to confront your older brother and leave. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person." Mo Shu gently propped his head up with his right hand, looked down at Qiao Shang for a long time, and suddenly said softly, "Not telling him is n't impossible." A glimmer of hope ignited in Qiao Shang's eyes. Mo Shu smiled and lowered his head, saying, "As long as you can satisfy our desires anytime, anywhere, I wouldn't mind if the Mo family kept a parasite."

Qiao Shang opened her eyes wide and looked at him. Her naked upper body was covered with red marks, and her body was heaving violently with anger and excitement,
with each wave of her body a beautiful sight.

After finishing his meal, Mo Juncheng got up, walked around the table to Qiao Shang, and reached out to play with her trembling head:
"It's not impossible. Such a wanton slave, satisfying the bodies of three men at the same time, isn't something you can find just anywhere
."

Mo Xi was still feeling lost and resentful because her trust had been betrayed. Hearing this, she looked down at Qiao
Shang and casually splashed the cow beside her on her: "You slut, you've been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you? So many men
satisfying you at the same time, you must be laughing in your sleep."

Qiao Shang smiled bitterly and pulled herself together, letting the white fluid drip from her body, then whispered:
"Yes, I'm very happy... I'm so lucky to be able to marry into the Mo family..."

Eleven, then beg me!

The three of them originally wanted to indulge themselves one more time before their eldest brother returned, but Qiao Shang pleaded with them with a worried
look . Finally, remembering Chong Zhe's frighteningly dark face after the inspection last night, they let go and went to do their own
things.

Aunt Qin and Granny Liu eagerly took the luggage from the master and the eldest young master. Mo Jianye asked, "
How is my eldest grandson?"

Aunt Qin looked slightly embarrassed, but dared not betray the young masters, so she could only smile and say, "The child is fine,
but the eldest young master has been eating very little these past few days."

Granny Liu quickly added, "She misses the eldest young master so much, she thinks about him day and night..."

Mo Xiukong frowned and said in a deep voice, "Don't confuse me with her."

He pushed open the door, and Qiao Shang seemed to be doing something with her head down. Mo Xiukong showed no interest as Granny Liu put his
luggage away. Qiao Shang hurriedly stepped forward to help organize it, clumsily putting things up and down the shelves, supporting her pregnant belly.

In just a few days, her belly seemed to have grown even bigger. Hmm, it must be because he hadn't looked at her properly in a long time
that he felt the baby was growing so fast.

Thinking this, Mo Xiukong casually asked, "I heard you haven't been eating these past few days?"

Qiao Shang was taken aback, somewhat bewildered by his tone, which was ambiguous as to whether it was concern or reproach. After hesitating for a moment, she
answered evasively, "Yes, I'll pay attention to nutrition and try to eat more."

Mo Xiukong scoffed, "What does that have to do with me?"

Qiao Shang couldn't understand. Since he asked her, yet acted as if it was none of her business, what kind of
answer did he expect?

Fortunately, she wasn't stupid. After thinking for a while, she finally understood the meaning behind Mo Xiukong's question and couldn't help but chuckle
at herself presumptuous. She then replied, "I'm eating complementary foods, so the baby won't go hungry."

Mo Xiukong gave a low "hmm." She finished tidying up and, head down, picked up her laptop, intending to go to
the study .

Mo Xiukong frowned: "Can pregnant women use computers?"

Qiao Shang was stunned. To avoid radiation exposure, she really shouldn't be using the computer, but... she needed to find a way to raise money for
her mother . She didn't have any extra money to buy radiation protection clothing, and her family, who wouldn't let her use a computer, hadn't provided any related
equipment . Qiao Shang had no choice but to take out her phone and whisper, "I'm going out to make a call."

Mo Xiukong ignored her, but since he didn't object, she could do it. Qiao Shang took her phone to the balcony
and started calling former colleagues.

"Sasha...yes, this is Qiao Shang...um...I wanted to ask you...um...oh,
I see. Well, I'm sorry, you go ahead with your work, I'm sorry."

"Hanzhong? Oh, you're his girlfriend? It's okay, it's okay. Um, I'm his former colleague,
don't misunderstand...um, goodbye."

After making nearly ten calls, she finally found someone she could get to the point. However, as soon as the other person
heard that Qiao Shang wanted to borrow 300,000 yuan, they immediately started making excuses.

Of course, 300,000 yuan was more than a year's
income how could they lend it to someone who had already left? She wouldn't have agreed either.

Although Qiao Shang had carefully sealed the balcony door shut, the window wasn't fully closed. Mo Xiukong frowned as he listened to her
intermittent phone call. Frustrated, he got up to close the window, but then he acutely heard the words "three hundred thousand."

He tapped on the glass a few times. Qiao Shang suddenly turned around, saw him, and felt
a pang of guilt, as if caught doing something wrong. She took a few steps back.

Mo Xiukong's frown deepened, and he gestured for her to come in.

Qiao Shang had no choice but to go inside. She had already contacted almost everyone in her phone book; for an
unemployed housewife to borrow three hundred thousand was simply a pipe dream. She put the phone away on
the table and slowly moved closer to Mo Xiukong.

Mo Xiukong lay casually on the bed, one long leg crossed over the other,
watching . He asked nonchalantly, "Don't you know cell phones emit radiation?"

Qiao Shang lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Mo Xiukong snorted to indicate that he had heard her, then suddenly turned to look at her and asked, "You want money?"

A glimmer of hope rose in Qiao Shang's heart because of his proactive question. She
looked at Mo Xiukong's eyes in disbelief and said, "Could...could you lend me some money?"

"A little?" Mo Xiukong looked at her mockingly. "If I remember correctly, 300,000 was your salary for
one year and three months, right? What, now that you're the young master of the Mo family, 300,000 has become a little money?"

Qiao Shang had originally wanted to proceed slowly to avoid scaring him with an exorbitant demand, but she hadn't expected him to tell her exactly
how much . So she lowered her head and pleaded earnestly with Mo Xiukong, "Xiukong...please lend me the money?
I promise I'll pay it back."

Mo Xiukong turned to the side, propped his chin on his hand, and looked at her with amusement, saying, "How will you pay it back? You're heavily pregnant now
; no company will want you."

Qiao Shang fell silent. She finally realized that Mo Xiukong didn't really want to help her; he
just wanted to see her make a fool

of herself. Mo Xiukong watched as the pleading in her eyes slowly faded, turning into familiar indifference, and felt a slight
annoyance. It was as if only the one willing to lend her money was her husband, while the one unwilling was nothing more than
a stranger.

This mercenary woman. He propped himself up on the bed, staring at Qiao Shang's suddenly tense body, and said softly, " It's not impossible

for me to lend you money ."

A look of surprise lit up Qiao Shang's eyes, but then she seemed to realize something and became wary: "Then...
if I can't find a job, can I pay you back after I give birth?"

Sure enough, she just wanted something for nothing. The excuses about having an emergency were just that—excuses.

Mo Xiukong looked at her mockingly: "Pay back whenever you want. But if you want to get
this " He pointed to the empty bedside, his smile cruel yet gentle: "Kneel down and beg me."

Twelve. Self-

respect can't fill an empty stomach.

From the time she was a child, running away in fear from debt collectors wielding steel rods, Qiao Shang knew that without money, there was no
room for dignity. Besides, now she was the one asking for his help; sacrificing a little self-respect to satisfy his sense of accomplishment was
a fair exchange.

Anyway, her dignity had been crushed time and time again by Mo Xiukong's brothers; this time it was just her
nominal husband, so what difference did it make?

Qiao Shang lowered her head and, almost without resistance, knelt straight down in front of his bed, softly saying, "Please
lend me money."

Mo Xiukong sneered, "Please?"

Qiao Shang took a deep breath, seemingly unconcerned about her lowly situation, and actually smiled at him, saying, "Please
, lend me 300,000."

Mo Xiukong, however, seemed to be stung by Qiao Shang's self-deprecating and humble appearance, and a surge of anger
rose . He thought to himself, "This is my son's mother.

" "Good, very good." He said "good" several times in succession, forcefully unbuckling his belt, and
said harshly to Qiao Shang, "I'll make you hard. I'll pay you for prostitution when I'm satisfied!"

Qiao Shang was stunned by his sudden anger, and gently stretched out her hands, but then hesitated and withdrew them
. Mo Xiukong grabbed her hands and pressed them against his burning hardness, coldly saying, "Or do you want to
sit on me directly?"

Qiao Shang lowered her head, unzipped his underwear, and humbly knelt by the bed, licking his already erect penis. Just like
the anger within him, it kept throbbing between her lips and tongue, completely out of her control. She could only slightly rise, wanting to take
Mo Xiukong's penis into her mouth.

"Kneel, don't move." Mo Xiukong stopped her, sitting up himself and casually
spreading his legs on the edge of the bed, letting his monstrous erection be aimed directly at Qiao Shang's small, soft lips, the humiliation self-evident.

Qiao Shang knelt between his legs and served him diligently, her soft lips and tongue licking his wet glans quickly,
her head moving back and forth as his penis rode in her mouth. She even reached out her two soft hands to grasp his
scrotum and knead and massage it, stimulating Mo Xiukong so much that he almost ejaculated into her mouth.

He said coldly, "Slut... umm... so comfortable... you really know how to lick..." He clearly wanted to say
a few her oral skills, but he was so comfortable from being served that he could hardly speak. Mo Xiukong kept moaning, and even
unconsciously began to thrust his hips into her mouth.

Qiao Shang's narrow lips were increasingly filled by his body, stretching them into a circle. Her cheeks were slightly sunken, and her throat tried to contract ,
attempting to bring him pleasure. However, her eyes could only be half-closed to avoid revealing her aroused gaze.

Feeling the increasingly warm and moist mouth of the woman beneath him, and her hot breath pressing against his hip bones, Mo
Xiukong lifted Qiao Shang's chin, forcing her to look up at him while eating him.

He laughed, "Just eating can arouse you? You really are a slut..."

Qiao Shang made low "mmm" sounds from her nose, seemingly both a rebuttal and a sign of enjoyment. Mo Xiukong
pulled his penis out of her mouth, lifted her from the floor, pushed her onto the bed, and then pressed himself against her without hesitation.

Qiao Shang said anxiously, "The baby... don't crush the baby..."

Mo Xiukong impatiently thrust his hips into her narrow passage, and sure enough, he felt the sticky wetness and the suffocating tightness
. He lowered his head and bit her head, sucking for a while before saying, "Mmm... I'll fuck you to death... I'll fuck you to death..."

Qiao Shang weakly pushed him away, her voice slightly watery, "Don't crush my baby..."

Mo Xiukong plunged in completely, asking, "You think you're worthy of bearing my child?"

Qiao Shang pleaded softly, "I know you hate me, but the child is innocent... don't hurt the child
..."

Mo Xiukong's passion was completely ruined by her incessant chatter about the child, and he quickly pulled out his still-erect
penis, walking silently towards the bathroom.

Qiao Shang quickly sat up, her body aching, and asked, "You...aren't you going to do it anymore?"

Mo Xiukong stepped into the bathroom without turning his head and said, "I don't want to do it with you."

Qiao Shang sat there blankly for a while before softly asking the empty air, "Then...where's the money?"

Mo Xiukong had taken care of himself in the bathroom. When he came out wrapped in his bathrobe, he saw Qiao Shang
sitting on the bed

, looking dejected. What, so disappointed that he didn't reach orgasm?

But Qiao Shang was far more despicable than he had imagined, because she asked in a low voice, "Xiukong...can you give me the money
? I'm really in a hurry."

Once again, she felt indignant that her child had such a mother. Mo Xiukong casually pulled
a card from his clothes and threw it at Qiao Shang's wet face, coldly saying, "With your body, you're not worth this much money.
But since I slept with the eldest son of the Mo family and did half of it, I'll give you 150,000. Don't spend all your time thinking about buying
designer bags and clothes, pursuing that kind of vain lifestyle..." His words
paused when he saw the obvious disappointment on Qiao Shang's face, then became even sharper: "What, you think sleeping with you once is worth 300,000?
Why don't you try selling yourself at a brothel? If someone offers a higher price than me, I'll
give ."

Tears slowly slid down Qiao Shang's lowered eyelashes, but she said nothing, reached out and picked up
the credit card , carefully put it in her wallet, and then got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

If it weren't for the fact that he was carrying the eldest grandson of the Mo family, why would he need to marry such a low-quality, vain
woman ?

Mo Xiukong got up dejectedly, wanting to find some wine, but then stopped. Come to think of it, if it weren't
for that impulsive act of sleeping with her while drunk, I wouldn't have to live under the same roof with someone like that every day.

Thirteen Qiao Shang's initiative (h)

She woke up at 6:30 in the morning, as if by her biological clock. Afraid of waking the person next to her, Qiao Shang carefully and slowly
got up, tiptoed into the bathroom to brush her teeth, casually tied her long hair into a simple ponytail, put on a
coat , and then went to wake Mo Xi, who might need to go to class.

She knocked lightly on the door a few times, but no one answered. Remembering Aunt Qin's instructions, Qiao Shang suppressed her inner fear.
She slowly pushed open the door.

Heavy blackout curtains plunged the room into complete darkness. Luckily, she had been there just two days ago.
Following slowly made her way until her left hand touched the soft blankets. She softly called out, "Mo Xi...
are you getting up?"

There was no response from the bed. Qiao Shang hesitated, wondering whether to leave. She took a small step back, her eyes still intently
fixed on the bed, unsure if anyone was there. Suddenly, a blurry black shadow pounced on her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto
the bed. Before Qiao Shang could even gasp, a burning body was already pressing down on her.

Qiao Shang didn't dare breathe. After a moment of calm, she whispered, "Mo...Mo Xi?"

The young man tore open her clothes, lowering his head to suckle her while burying his burning member inside her, stirring it
wantonly , making sucking sounds.

Qiao Shang gently pushed him away: "Now...not now..."

Mo Xi licked and nibbled at her head while mumbling, "Then do you want to do it with me at school? I
know where there are empty classrooms."

This...this is too crazy...

Qiao Shang was pressed down by him, thrusting hard, his massive member pushing aside layers of wet heat, then slamming into the deepest part of her cervix,
pulling out sticky fluid, while her head was covered in Mo Xi's saliva and overflowing fluid.

Qiao Shang helplessly endured the boy's rhythmic attacks, a familiar tingling sensation rising within her, the pleasure climbing
higher and higher, unable to help but moan softly.

Mo Xi's smile was unclear in the darkness, but it was accurately expressed in his tone: "Scream,
I want to hear you moan as I make you want to moan."

Qiao Shang bit her lip, but still couldn't help making "mmm" sounds, and finally even let out a long moan.

She couldn't stay here any longer; she would be ruthlessly conquered by his body.

Qiao Shang said softly, "Mo Xi... I have to... I have to go, I still need to call Young Master Mo Shu and
Young Master ..."

Mo Xi frowned and asked, "Why don't you call me Young Master Mo Xi? Also, thinking about other
men , do you want to die?"

Although she knew that waking them up and being pinned down on the bed were probably equivalent, being
so bluntly stated by Mo Xi was still a bit embarrassing. Qiao Shang bit her lip and didn't speak.

Mo Xi, however, didn't accept silence as an answer. He sat up halfway in the position he was in, and turned on the bedside lamp.
The dim light made Qiao Shang squint slightly, looking innocent and lazy. Mo Xi pulled out his penis, leaned
against the headboard, and his erect penis was facing her between his spread legs.

Mo Xi said, "From now on, you have to call me Young Master Mo Xi."

To be fair, Mo Shu's indifferent appearance was more like that of a young master, while Mo Xi, apart from having a slightly bad temper,
looked more like a young boy than a young master from a wealthy family. But since he had brought it up, Qiao Shang
didn't want to go against his wishes on such a harmless matter, so she lowered her head and said, "Young Master."

Mo Xi, however, still seemed unsatisfied. Her lowered head seemed to be looking at her erect member, yet also
at the soft sheets.

Mo Xi raised his head and said to her, "Please, Young Master Mo Xi, let you have it."

Qiao Shang was stunned for a moment, then bit her lip again. Her watery peach blossom eyes reflected a faint light, giving her a
delicate and pitiful look. Mo Xi felt his groin burning even more, almost unable to hold back,
so he said, "Or you can beg me to enter your thirsty little mouth down there."

Qiao Shang didn't speak. She blinked rapidly a few times, then resignedly lowered her eyelashes, got up,
knelt forward a few steps, then parted her wet petals and actually sat on Mo Xi's member,
sinking to the bottom in one breath. Although her face showed obvious pain, she still said calmly as she sat down,
"Young Master Mo Xi."

Mo Xi hadn't expected her to sit on him so willingly, and for a moment he even forgot to question
whether refrained from saying the two wanton yet humble words he had anticipated. He just stared dumbfounded as Qiao Shang
leaned back on the bed, her head slightly tilted back to look at the ceiling, her thin body rising and falling, letting the swollen racket pound
against his firm chest, her narrow, wet little hole taking bites of his large member.

Mo Xi was stunned for a moment before finally reacting, grabbing Qiao Shang's waist with both hands and beginning to thrust wildly, his hot body being pulled
out of Qiao Shang's mouth, his scrotum slapping against her delicate skin. Qiao Shang's alluring eyes, her dazed,
open mouth, and her overflowing, huge member were all before Mo Xi's clear eyes.

The warm, soft bodies tightly connected made a voice suddenly pop into Mo Xi's mind.

This woman was his.

No one could take her away.

Fourteen. Is this considered rape? (h)

This sudden thought left Mo Xi somewhat incredulous. He hastily withdrew his
still- erect penis and released Qiao Shang.

He whispered, "You can leave now."

Qiao Shang almost instantly snapped out of her intense lust, her eyes momentarily calming before quickly regaining
their clarity . She looked down and found the clothes Mo Xi had tossed to the corner of the bed, then expertly put them on.

Mo Xi's eyes drooped slightly, his expression awkward. He looked helplessly at his hands and asked, "What I just did...
was it rape?"

Qiao Shang dressed calmly, not intending to answer this pointless question.

Mo Xi, however, seemed unable to accept this conclusion and quickly offered a denial: "No, that doesn't count
. You enjoyed it too. You like having sex with me, right?"

Hearing this, Qiao Shang finally looked up at him. Although she didn't show any sarcasm,
the slight curve of her lips betrayed no joy: "Yes, I like being fucked by men
. I'll enjoy it as long as there's someone. Young Master Mo Xi, may I leave now?"

Mo Xi's expression instantly became one of astonishment and subtle tension.

This was the argument they had forced Qiao Shang to accept, the words they loved to hear when they enjoyed her body. It
allowed them to avoid feeling guilty about violating a vulnerable woman, even providing a sense of moral revenge.

But, but all of this shouldn't have been said with such an expression and tone.

Mo Xi got up and moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing the girl's wrist as she braced herself against the bed and asking, "Qiao Shang... what are you thinking about? What
happened?"

Under the dim light, his eyes surprisingly revealed a few traces of seriousness and affection. Qiao Shang had already
mentioned needing money, but then she suddenly remembered Mo Xiukong's cold mockery last night and realized that this was just another cat-
and-mouse game.

She looked closely into Mo Xi's eyes and whispered, "It's nothing, I'm fine."

She didn't try to force her wrist away from Mo Xi's grasp, but simply stood up as if to leave
, saying, "If possible, could you please give me a copy of your class schedule, Mr. Mo Xi? That
way won't wake you up so early and disturb your rest."

When Mo Shu undressed her and pressed her against his large member, Qiao Shang had completely given up struggling,
simply letting him thrust in and out of her with a blank expression.

Mo Shu had gotten up early, and by the time she arrived, he was refreshed. The curtains were wide open, and the bright early spring
sunlight streamed into the clean bedroom. He spread his legs at the desk, pulled Qiao Shang into his mouth, and
then slowly and deliberately unbuttoned the buttons she had recently fastened, bending down to suck and bite her head. They

really were brothers. Although she didn't know why they weren't entering from behind today, this frontal
approach, with its shallower penetration, would be much easier for her to adjust to. Especially Mo Shu, although his face was calm, his manhood
was incredibly strong. With her sitting on top, as long as she didn't put all her weight on their
point , she would be much more comfortable.

Mo Shu tilted his head slightly, using the morning light to observe Qiao Shang's expression. She still had her arched eyebrows, her watery
peach blossom eyes , her delicate white nose, and her softly panting mouth.
Even though she was already swept up in his lust, their bodies intertwined, her mind seemed elsewhere.

Her gaze was calm, with a clear surface of lust, but it didn't flow, as if it were
an emotion forcibly covered up. As for what surged beneath that lust, she didn't want to reveal it.

Fifteen. If I were willing to peel back the layers of your heart (h)

Mo Shu considered himself never overly curious about people. Therefore, as long as Qiao Shang didn't show this expression
while , he wouldn't care how she daydreamed normally.

Mo Shu adjusted her position, pinning Qiao Shang against the desk, spreading her legs, and thrusting his hips into her
warm body again. When he reached her soft, protruding clitoris, Qiao Shang finally looked up at him timidly.

Mo Shu smiled slightly, pressing his full force against that spot with each thrust. Soon, Qiao Shang's body
began to tremble slightly, her grip on her lower lip tightening until it turned white. As the tingling pleasure continued
to build up at that spot, she wisely gave up resisting and began to moan.

"Mmm...uh...uh..."

Mo Shu's single-word endings rose slightly, carrying a somewhat inexplicable feeling: "Hmm?"

Qiao Shang cried out, "There...ah...Mo Shu...I'll die..."

Mo Shu smiled and turned her face firmly to look at him: "Will I kill you?"

Qiao Shang gasped, "Mmm...uh...ah...no..."

Mo Shu continued to ask, "Will I die under my penis?"

Qiao Shang hugged his shoulders, crying out repeatedly, "I'll die under your penis...ah...Mo Shu...you're going to kill me
...ah!"

With the loudest scream, Qiao Shang convulsed violently in his arms, not knowing where to put her hands and feet,
her vagina clenching in waves.

Mo Shu raised his head with pleasure and exclaimed softly, "You're so good at gripping...your vagina is so realistic."

"Ah...ah..." Qiao Shang's vagina convulsed again from his words, and Mo Shu suddenly thrust
hard into that soft spot. Qiao Shang shook her head helplessly, only able to let out meaningless screams.

The hard glans repeatedly pierced her most tender and sensitive spot. Qiao Shang felt like a fish out of water, her
remaining moisture squeezed out by Mo Shu's relentless pressure, finally spurting out white fluid.

Mo Shu withdrew, seeing a string of small sprays of water gush from Qiao Shang's body. He twisted Qiao Shang's clitoris and swayed it from side to side
, Qiao Shang's white legs flailing weakly in the air, her vagina continuously spurting out droplets of water.

Mo Shu smiled and said to her, "Qiao Shang, you're such a treasure. Not only are you good, but you can also squirt. Heaven
truly loves you."

Qiao Shang trembled in the climax of her squirting, completely unaware that Mo Shu had carried her into the bathroom.

Warm water splashed on her fair skin and then flowed away smoothly. Mo Shu pressed Qiao Shang's hands
against and forcefully entered her again.

Soft, weak moans, like sobs, echoed continuously in the humid room.

"Ugh... Mo Shu... It's too deep... There..."

"Ah! Hello... Don't push it in... Mo Shu... Mo Shu!"

"Your pussy is so slippery."

"Don't pull my head... It hurts..."

"Then continue being a slut?"

"Ugh... Hmm..."

"Such a seductive little mouth, such a slutty tongue..."

"Every hole is mine. You are truly my treasure."

Sixteen, go sell yourself!

Mo Juncheng finally didn't wait for Qiao Shang, who was exhausted, to wake him up. He
ate breakfast with a cold aura and went out.

Mo Xiukong, who was woken up by the alarm clock, reached out and touched the already cold half of the empty bed, and couldn't help but feel a
little unhappy.

He got up with a frown and found that Qiao Shang had at least arranged the toiletries for him. His tightly furrowed brows
relaxed a little.

He went downstairs and saw the little woman sitting blankly at the table, her clothes still a little wrinkled. He silently chose a
seat a little away from her and sat down.

Qiao Shang, as expected, rose like an obedient young wife, walked to his side, handed him the morning's newspaper,
and then, while he read, skillfully poured warm milk, spread butter on the bread, and placed it
on the plate to his left without disturbing his reading.

After a few days apart, this meticulous service seemed almost overly eager. Mo Xiukong shifted his gaze from
the newspaper to Qiao Shang's fair and delicate face, glancing at her. He noticed that although she was standing by the table, she wasn't
looking at him with the eager and greedy intensity he had imagined; she was merely slightly frowning, lost in thought.

Lost in thought about me?

Mo Xiukong asked unhappily, "What are you thinking about so intently?"

It was a perfectly normal question, and he tried his best not to sound too harsh, but Qiao Shang seemed
startled , taking a step back and waving her hands awkwardly, saying, "Nothing."

Mo Xiukong, displeased, raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "Still thinking about that unattainable 300,000? Ha…"

Hearing Qiao Shang's reply of "no," the tense atmosphere dissipated slightly.

Unfortunately, Qiao Shang then replied, "I was thinking about where to raise the remaining 150,000..."

Mo Xiukong's mind raced with exclamation marks. This woman was infuriating.

He slammed the newspaper on the table and said coldly, "150,000? With your looks, even if you advertised yourself as the young mistress of the Mo family
and sold yourself at the Qianquan Pavilion for five years, you'd be lucky to get 150,000."

Qiao Shang looked at him suspiciously, "How did you know?"

Mo Xiukong hesitated for a moment.

Qiao Shang then exclaimed in realization, "Oh, you go there often. Sorry, I forgot."

Mo Xiukong was speechless. "Qianquan Pavilion is my property. How could I not be familiar with its operating rules?"

Qiao Shang obediently shut her mouth and didn't refute him, but her expression was full of disbelief, as if she believed he
was some kind of invincible demon.

Mo Xiukong was speechless again, completely losing interest in eating with her. He pushed away the food, got up, and
went .

Qiao Shang made no attempt to follow and explain. As Mo Xiukong reached the corner of the stairs, he
glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She was still sitting there blankly, as if considering the feasibility of what he had just said.

Mo Xiukong angrily said, "You don't really want to go out and sell yourself, do you?"

Qiao Shang looked up, seemingly wondering why he hadn't left yet: "No."

Mo Xiukong turned around and continued upstairs, hearing Qiao Shang's serious calculations behind him: "It will take five years to get
150,000 ... that's too slow."

Mo Xiukong: "..."

So if it didn't take five years, she would actually go and sell herself?

This is his wife, Mo Xiukong!

He's furious!

Seventeen I went to sell myself.

Under the watchful gaze of the duty manager, Qiao Shang uncomfortably adjusted her overly wide neckline and short, narrow
skirt. Calling it a neckline might be an exaggeration. The princesses and waitresses of the brothel all had uniforms. She was
pregnant and couldn't stand for too long, and she didn't want to go into prostitution, so she barely managed to get a job as a wine delivery girl based on her looks. However, the upper body design of the waitresses and ordinary wine delivery girls
in this den of iniquity was similar: two pleated
chiffon strips converged from both shoulders to the center of the skirt, slightly crossed, and then connected to the short, tight black skirt.
The only difference was that the vacuum-sealed waitresses wore no clothes under their two strips of gauze, while the wine servers
wore invisible underwear under their gauze, with delicate pearl strings draped across the upper half of their clothes, subtly concealing their exposed areas—a
way of indicating that they didn't offer prostitution services.

Qiao Shang's skin was naturally fair, and wearing black would have been too stark, while wearing white would have been seen as feigning innocence, so she casually
picked a purple gauze dress. She had studied for so many years and held numerous certificates, yet simply because she was pregnant
, no company was willing to give her a trial period, leading her to end up in a place like this to earn money—it was truly
lamentable . Fortunately, the Mo family didn't hold a large wedding before the child was born, so she wasn't
easily recognized as the eldest son of the Mo family, who wasn't allowed to work and was diligently resting during her pregnancy.

Manager Liu withdrew his gaze; he had seen too many women with delicate features and shapely figures like this at the brothel, and he had
long since learned to control his desires and thoughts. He said seriously, "Preg, your selling point is your
abstinent charm. Don't seduce customers casually. If you want to work in the sex industry, you need to report in advance and have a more thorough physical examination."

So there are so many rules for selling yourself? Qiao Shang nodded, echoing her stage name with its double meaning,
"Yes, I only sell alcohol. Tips..."

"Take the tips yourself," Manager Liu said uninterestedly. "Qianqu Pavilion doesn't rely on
tips to make money; selling more alcohol is the key."

Qiao Shang nodded and earnestly followed Sarah to familiarize herself with the environment.

Mo Xi sat listlessly in the corner of the sofa, unconsciously turning the glass in his hand. Every
woman who tried to approach him was driven away by his unfriendly tone.

While vigorously thrusting into the woman beneath him, Chong Fan still managed to smile at Mo Xi, saying, "Young Master,
what's wrong with you today... um, so dull? You've come to the brothel and aren't playing with women, just like my dull older brother.
Ah, your pussy feels so good." He then thrust even harder, eliciting a series of uncontrollable moans.

Wu Dong found it amusing and said cheekily, "You dare covet Mo Xi's body? You don't want to live anymore."

Mo Xi and Chong Fan: "..."

Mo Xi felt a chill run down her spine and frowned, saying, "Don't joke about me and men. As for women... I'm not interested these
days ."

Wu Dong flipped through the list, muttering to himself for a while, then suddenly exclaimed with interest, "This prg in the newcomer
recommendations looks pretty innocent! I want to order her! But why are they only serving drinks?!"

Chong Fan maintained his rhythmic piston-like movements while criticizing, "This..." In this day and age, how many liquor vendors
don't want to be taken advantage of? It's just a matter of asking for a little more money. Hmm... if all else fails, have your brother Mo Xi talk to his older brother
. The boss gives the word, who dares not sell?"

Wu Dong shook his head as he looked at the introduction: "Not necessarily, this woman is pregnant. Maybe she doesn't want to do it because of the baby.
I'll just pick her for fun."

When Mo Xi heard the words "pregnant woman," he suddenly looked up at the list in Wu Dong's hand, but it was
too far away and the lighting was dim. He didn't want to rush over and act like a fool. Anyway, it wouldn't be
that person.

Qiao Shang had delivered several rooms before. Perhaps because she was pregnant and wearing the strict liquor delivery uniform,
the guests all followed the rules and didn't grope her. At most, they would stare intently at
the large , making some ambiguous laughs. She didn't care about these things. The tip was enough,
so what was wrong with taking a look? Anyway, she wouldn't do anything.

According to Sarah, the top-floor private rooms often had some overbearing guests who used their power to bully people, and their methods were novel
and cruel. But since she'd already ordered, she decided to be careful and avoid causing
trouble for the manager on her first day.

She smiled slightly at the waiter at the door, holding the wine tray in both hands. He nodded amicably and pushed
open the door .

Dim lighting flooded the spacious private room as the opaque, gilded metal door closed behind her.
Qiao Shang took a deep breath, forced a smile she often used when dealing with bosses, and
walked towards the man sitting on the sofa.

A man sat in the corner of the sofa, obscured by shadows, but exuding an icy aura;
it was best to avoid him. A man not far away was engaged in passionate intercourse with a woman, also unsuitable for sales pitches. Qiao Shang
quickly surveyed the room and walked towards the young man sitting at the far end. Her short, narrow skirt trailed behind her.
Each step she took was a subtle undulation, her upper body undulating beautifully beneath the gauze ribbons, her gently
rounded belly supporting the flowing waves of her breasts. Her long, elegant neck, revealed by her high-piled hair,
her serene eyes, and her slightly parted lips were all incredibly alluring.

Wu Dong felt himself getting a little hard, and as she bent down to pour him a drink, he unconsciously reached out and slipped his hand
inside her wide-open collar.

Qiao Shang smiled slightly, leaning back to stop him, saying, "Please don't do this, I don't do things without a bra."

Wu Dong persisted, pulling the gauze ribbons on her shoulders apart, skillfully trying to peel off her left invisible
garment. Amid Qiao Shang's resistance, he asked, "Miss, how much?"

Before Qiao Shang could answer, the man who had been sitting in the corner of the sofa finally emerged from the shadows, coldly looking at
the two of them, and said, word by word, "Get out."

Mo Xi?

Qiao Shang suddenly widened her eyes, looking at him with some surprise. How could it be such a coincidence? Unbeknownst to them,
the pearl string in front of them had been snapped in mid-air by Wu Dong's careless pull. The beads rolled to the ground one by one, making a crisp sound. Even Chong Fan, who was in the midst of their
passionate lovemaking, stopped and looked at them with some surprise.

Mo Xi slammed the cup he had been turning for a long time onto the table with a "crack," then looked coldly
at Qiao Shang and said, "I didn't expect you to be so shameless." Anyone could tell from that tone that the two not only knew each other, but probably had a story behind them. Wu Dong then withdrew his hand that had been kneading Qiao Shang's breasts, and smiled awkwardly, saying, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Go pour some wine for Brother Mo Xi." Qiao Shang reattached her torn underwear, tightened her belt, picked up the wine tray, and walked towards Mo Xi again. "Young Master Mo Xi, what would you like to drink?" Qiao Shang asked, sitting down next to him with a normal expression. Mo Xi's face was ashen, his fists clenched on the sofa cracking. He ignored her, staring at the floor and saying, "Go home. Don't let me see you here again!" Qiao Shang glanced at him, knowing that the drinks weren't selling and she wouldn't get any tips, so she lost interest in arguing with him and left. It was only the first day, and she hadn't earned much in tips and even had to pay for her clothes. She guessed Mo Xi would soon tell Mo Xiukong about today's events. Qianqian Pavilion was Mo Xiukong's property, and she would soon have to find another job. With the idea of earning back the money for her clothes first, Qiao Shang took a sip of water and walked towards a VIP private room. Inside, it was bustling with young people. Although there were only one or two in school uniforms, Qiao Shang recognized them as her juniors from high school. Could high school students really afford to frequent places like this now? When she got in, everyone had been admitted with extremely high scores, and the school atmosphere was excellent—but given her social circle, it wasn't surprising that she didn't know any of these classmates. Lost in thought while carrying her plate, Qiao Shang didn't notice that as she slowly walked into the light, the previously noisy group of boys quieted down slightly. Although they didn't make any real moves, their eyes were subtly observing her, moving with every step she took. Zong Yunze was undoubtedly the center of attention; seeing his infatuated gaze, his group of followers cheered and beckoned to Qiao Shang, "Over here." He was a very handsome and elegant young man. Although he looked about the same age as Mo Xi, the quality of his clothing was more mature, making him appear even more high-class—of course, if Mo Xi knew what Qiao Shang was thinking, she would definitely laugh at her for being a country bumpkin. Qiao Shang smiled at him, bent down to put down the wine tray, and said, "Do you prefer fortified or dry white? This Massandra sherry is Russian…" Her words trailed off. She had completely forgotten that the ribbon wasn't meant to be beaded. The boy untied her bra straps, struggling somewhat with the unfamiliar invisible bra, his pinky finger constantly hooking through the soft silicone to tease the slightly protruding head, making it even more swollen. Qiao Shang leaned back a little, bracing herself on the table, and whispered, "I'm sorry, it's a misunderstanding. There's something wrong , but I don't wear bras. You can definitely see that on the roster." Zong Yunze smiled playfully, stood up, and pressed her down onto the table covered with food, casually and forcefully tearing open the bra, even ripping off the soft seam. Qiao Shang's pent-up juices sprayed onto Zong Yunze's face and body the moment the bra was violently torn. Despite the mess, the boy was still enthusiastic, and then he started to pull off her skirt. Qiao Shang grabbed his hand, trying to pull it away, but with a glance from Zong Yunze, more and more boys gathered behind Qiao Shang, easily pressing her down onto the table, their free hands roaming over her back. Someone remarked, "This woman's skin is so tender." Zong Yunze, still savoring the sensation, stroked her thigh, then slowly pulled down her panties and thrust into her trembling, open vagina , leaving a sticky residue. He pointed at Qiao Shang and laughed, "You're quite good at playing hard to get." Qiao Shang's body was already flushed. She turned her head away, no longer looking at him, and whispered, "Do you know who I am ?" Zong Yunze chuckled, "You're not thinking of saying you're a prostitute, are you? That's why you don't sell yourself? Hahahaha ..." Qiao Shang: "..." The boy's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly thought of a fun idea. He said to his companions, "Come over here, move the coffee table a little, let's line up and let her feed us one by one, how about that?" Someone laughed, "Yunze, aren't you grown up yet?" Zong Yunze shook his finger, "Don't you want to suck her cum? I'm afraid if we all go at it together, we'll knock her cum out. Let's do some foreplay first." One...all at it? Qiao Shang looked at him, her face pale. Zong Yunze smiled, revealing a row of teeth: "Don't be afraid. If you can satisfy us with your mouth, we don't necessarily need to use your penis. After all, it wouldn't be easy to resolve if someone got a bloody nose." (Group sex, please proceed with caution) Qiao Shang held her left hand, her eyelashes slightly drooping, turning her head towards the next boy. Zong Yunze, already satisfied gently rubbed his fingers in her mouth, making a sticky, wet sound, as if it were a very fun thing to do. The number of boys decreased as they went on, eager to get their fill, crowding around Qiao Shang. Seven or eight boys were on top of her, one after another sucking on her nipples, saliva everywhere. Qiao Shang gently swayed her legs...

His voice was thick with nasal tone: "No...don't do this..."

Seeing that his brothers were all erect, Zong Yunze told them to stop sucking. A group of men
formed a circle , pulled down their pants, revealing their hard, youthful erections, and more than a dozen of them were facing Qiao Shang's pink and smooth face,
the hard heads poking her skin and lips.

Qiao Shang frowned for a moment and then quickly relaxed, taking a deep breath. The strong masculine scent around her
did not relieve her tension.

She stood up, holding onto the table, and slowly changed to a kneeling position, cupping Zong Yunze's penis and beginning to lick it. After only a few strokes, Zong Yunze
let out a soft sigh: "Hoo...so comfortable...such a good mouth to suck..."

The other boys were extremely anxious when they heard this, but since Young Master Zong had not given any orders, they did not dare
to make any rash moves , so they could only rub their hot penises back and forth on Qiao Shang's body to release their desire.

A dozen or so hormone-fueled teenagers surrounded her, rubbing their penises together. Several others were haphazardly
sandwiched , their erect penises rubbing against her. Different hands repeatedly explored her sensitive spots on her breasts, waist, and back,
while sticky fluid from the head smeared onto her body, the texture of their penises rubbing against her skin. The two hands that had been holding Zong Yunze were pulled apart, each grasping
a young man's large penis. Without her own hands to cushion the impact, Zong Yunze was like a
puppet on Qiao Shang's small mouth, his scrotum slapping against her face, going deeper and deeper, almost as if trying to kill her on the spot
.

Qiao Shang tried to breathe, but her mouth was stuffed full. The overwhelming
pleasure of being with so many people and the tightness of being surrounded made it difficult for her to breathe. Her mouth heaved violently, making the teenagers feel even more pleasure,
increasing their thrusts, even ejaculating on her face.

Her mind gradually went blank, and the sounds around her faded away. Qiao Shang opened her eyes weakly, letting a dozen
boys vent their desires on her body, wave after wave of fluids covering her, as if trying to soak her in it. She couldn't hold
on any longer...

In her dazed state, the door seemed to be kicked open with a loud "bang." Qiao Shang didn't know if this was a hallucination,
and could only collapse weakly among the group of boys. Mo Xi, upon hearing the manager's report, had already gone into a rage. This woman dared to disobey him and continue selling alcohol, completely disregarding him. Young Master Mo, filled with rage, rushed downstairs and kicked open the door, intending to smash up Qiao Shang's place. However, the scene before him only fueled his anger, extinguishing all reason. Mo Xi rushed forward, grabbing the little boy who was on top of Qiao Shang and clearing a path of punches to push aside everyone surrounding her. Seeing Qiao Shang's pale face, closed eyes, and body covered in hickeys and kisses, he clenched and unclenched his fists, slamming them against the table before finally lifting her up. Qiao Shang vaguely felt more air rushing towards her, and painfully half-opened her eyes to see Mo Xi's face. Incredulously, she struggled to raise her hand, carefully checking it; it was indeed warm. Mo Xi said coldly, "Don't move. Covered in another man's body, you still dare to touch me." Qiao Shang smiled at him. The boy, who had been punched to the ground, seeing that there was only one person trying to ruin their plans, braced himself and tried to rush forward again to snatch her away. Mo Xi spun around and kicked the man who was sticking up high, then casually kicked away the groaning man sprawled on the ground, coldly saying, "Who else wants to come?" Several layers of highly paid security personnel from the Qianqian Pavilion quickly poured in to protect the young master of the Mo family. Manager Liu seeing the mess on the ground, guessed that the young master was about to act impulsively for a woman, but wondered what was so attractive about a pregnant woman. Zong Yunze, seeing that the Qianqian Pavilion's people had arrived, knew that he couldn't suppress the matter by sheer numbers, especially since he didn't want to fall out with the Mo family. After all, she was pregnant because she'd been with a man; what difference would it make if Mo Xi had more time and patience? Zong Yunze waved his hand, signaling his men to stop their bravado, and smiled at Mo Xi, saying, "Young Master Mo, you're quite skilled. Since you like Preg, just take her away. Young brother, you're blind to their greatness; please don't stoop to their level, Brother Mo Xi." This tactic was usually very trait inherited from his family. Unfortunately, Mo Xi was genuinely angry today. If he hadn't spoken up, Mo Xi wouldn't have been distracted enough to recognize him, so this remark only caused him trouble. Mo Xi squinted at him for a few moments, then sneered, "So it's you, young master of the Zong family ." Zong Yunze smiled, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare." Mo Xi snorted coldly, ignoring him, and carried Qiao Shang out. Today's matter wouldn't be resolved with a beating; he didn't mind dealing the Zong family an even deeper blow in the business world. Mo Xi carried Qiao Shang through the long, golden corridor. Seeing her still smiling, he couldn't help but get angry and said, " What are you laughing at? Are you happy being gang-raped?" Qiao Shang's peach blossom eyes curved into a smile as she softly said, "I never thought... anyone would save me. This is the only time." Mo Xi froze on the spot. The magnificent golden corridor was opulent, with waiters constantly coming and going, scantily clad hostesses, and impeccably dressed guests, making the whole place seem lively and chaotic. However, his left side was emptier than ever before, and even began to throb dully under her smiling gaze. Mo Xi was no longer a naive young man. He knew that desire didn't necessarily mean liking someone, but what did it mean to feel heartache for a woman repeatedly? He abandoned his recent struggles and disbelief, finally bowing his head to the woman in his arms and saying, "Qiao Shang, I think I love you." Hearing Mo Xi's words, Qiao Shang closed her eyes and said, "Mmm." Mo Xi shook her unwillingly, "Mmm what? Aren't you going to give me an answer?" Unable to resist his shaking, Qiao Shang opened her eyes again, "Didn't you already say it was just a thought?" Mo Xi hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "What if it's certain?" Qiao Shang closed her eyes again, ignoring him. Mo Xi pressed on unwillingly, "Do you like me?" Qiao Shang's voice was also very soft, "No." Qiao Shang hadn't returned by three in the morning. Mo Xiukong turned over irritably, took out his phone, and finally took the initiative to call her. As soon as the call connected, he said fiercely, "Qiao Shang, you've really grown up. Pregnant and yet you dare to do this..."

"Why aren't you home yet!"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a familiar yet youthful voice: "Brother."
The other person seemed to be in a secluded place, as even the simple syllables had a faint echo.

Mo Xiukong was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Mo Xi? How could you be with someone like Qiao Shang?"

The other person seemed to be holding back something, taking several deep breaths before asking, "Brother, you almost
lost your child, do you know that?"

Before Mo Xiukong could process this, Mo Xi continued, "Do you know
about Qiao Shang coming to the brothel?"

A fire suddenly ignited in Mo Xiukong's brain, and he roared into the phone, "She dared to use
the money I gave her to patronize men? I'm freezing her credit cards! You wait, I'm coming right now."

Mo Xi's voice was covered with a layer of ice, and she rarely showed
the respect she usually had for her elder brother, who was highly regarded by the family: "Patrons? Credit cards? She doesn't even have money for hospitalization, how could she patronize men? But you
're right about that word, because she was patronized by more than a dozen high school students at the brothel under your management."

Mo Xiukong originally thought that the first thing he would do upon seeing Qiao Shang was to slap her or at least utter a series of cold and cutting words with
righteous indignation . But when he actually saw the pregnant woman
lying pale-faced in the pure white hospital bed, her swollen belly stretching the sheets out of shape, her forehead still damp with
hair , he suddenly found himself speechless.

Awakened in the middle of the night, Chongzhe, clutching a thick stack of records documenting Qiao Chang's pregnancy, pushed up
his glasses and asked, "The situation isn't good. We might only be able to save one of us, the baby or the mother. What do you think?"

Mo Xi, sitting by the bed, glanced back at them.

Mo Xiukong instinctively wanted to say "baby," but for some reason, the words wouldn't come out. He
hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Can't we keep both?"

Chongzhe shook his head expressionlessly.

Mo Xiukong whispered, "The mother."

"Huh?" Chongzhe leaned closer in surprise.

Mo Xiukong avoided his scrutinizing gaze: "What are you looking at? I said save the mother." He hastily shifted
his gaze and began to critically examine the ward: "Why is the equipment here so rudimentary? It's not even an intensive care unit,
there's not even a nurse on duty. Why didn't you let the family sign for something so serious? When will the surgery start..." He
suddenly stopped, turned around and glared fiercely at Chongzhe.

Chongzhe smiled at him cheerfully: "Because both the mother and child are fine. But don't
bring people ." He yawned: "No one actually went in, just got covered in grime, and his stomach was slightly
compressed. A shower and a massage will be fine... Hey! Hey! Mo Xiukong, what are you doing!"

Chongzhe looked at the monitor that had been kicked over and shattered, wishing he could send Mo Xiukong to
the operating table for dissection. Qiao Shang, who was sleeping, was awakened by the sound of breaking glass, and looked sleepily at
the several people who had suddenly appeared in the room.

Mo Xiukong grabbed her wet chin menacingly and said coldly, "Come home with me."

Behind him, Mo Xi asked softly, "If she goes back with you now, she'll be lying here again tomorrow morning,
right?"

Mo Xiukong, enraged, retorted, "You dare talk to me? I haven't even asked you yet! What are you doing here!
Running off to a brothel like this so late at night instead of going home! And you even slept with your sister-in-law, didn't you?"

Mo Xi, unfazed, propped her chin on her hand and said firmly, "I didn't sleep with her."

Her last words slammed heavily onto the floor.

"Because we already did it."

Mo

Xiukong's expression instantly became a jumbled mess of emotions—surprise, anger, inner turmoil, and shame—before he could even
finish his transformation. Finally, still unable to regain his composure, he hooked his hand and punched his brother.

Mo Xi calmly got up from the ground and continued, "This punch is what I deserve, but
don't forget when you get back, Mo Shu and Mo Juncheng also owe you a punch."

Mo Xiukong: "..."

He suddenly felt incredibly pathetic.

What's wrong with this world? Everything's changed in just a few days! Suddenly,
so many hats have appeared on his head, making his stomach ache with green.

Mo Xiukong clutched his stomach and slowly squatted down, trying to gain a moment of calm.

From the bed came Qiao Shang's calm voice: "Mo Xiukong, let's get a divorce."

Mo Xiukong, sad and embarrassed, squatted on the floor. Hearing this, he looked up at Qiao Shang: "Why?
Shouldn't I be the one saying this?"

Qiao Shang said calmly: "Then tell me now."

Mo Xiukong struggled for a while, but still couldn't help asking: "Why? If Mo Juncheng and the others forced you,
I can... maybe I can forgive you."

Qiao Shang nodded: "Thank you, but you can only give me 150,000."

Mo Xi: "???"

Chong Zhe, who was eavesdropping: "???"

Mo Xiukong was so angry that his stomach didn't hurt anymore, but his head ached: "You took so much money from our Mo family, and now that
the child is about to be born, you suddenly decide not to stay with me?"

Qiao Shang said: "My mother took 600,000 from the Mo family as a bride price. I will
pay it back . The 150,000 was a gift you gave me because you said I served you well, so I don't need to pay that back. The child... I just don't want to
abort him. As long as you don't take away my visitation rights, I can keep him in the Mo family."

"And what about the allowance my mom gives you every month? Six months' worth would add up to over two million, right?
Give it to me now." Mo Xiukong crossed his arms, adopting a businessman's demeanor.

Qiao Shang looked at him, bewildered. "Allowance? What's that?"

Mo Xiukong stammered, "Wh...what what? Don't try to deny it. My mom gives you money
every month , otherwise where would you get your food and clothes?"

Qiao Shang glanced at him, then bent down with difficulty to pick up the clothes she had worn before going to work, as she did
n't need them for now while wearing her hospital gown. She turned the label over and held it up to Mo Xiukong, asking, "Do you recognize this brand?"

Mo Xiukong squinted disdainfully, preparing to mock her taste, but after trying for a while,
he couldn't spell it out.

Mo Xi also turned his head to look for a while, realizing it wasn't a trendy brand he frequented, and he indeed didn't recognize it. Chong
Zhe, an enthusiast of tales of wealthy families, fiddled with the two stethoscope tubes, trying to appear natural as he moved over to look at them for a while.
Finally, all three of them were speechless.

Qiao Shang said calmly, "It's right that you don't recognize them. I bought these wholesale at the suburban market, buy five get one free. I gave
all the dowry money to my mother, and kept three thousand for myself. Why isn't that enough for six months of food and drink?"

Mo Xiukong: "..."

Chong Zhe looked at Mo Xiukong with disdain, as if it were a humanitarian act. To treat a pregnant woman like this was truly degenerate behavior from a wealthy family.

Mo Xiukong paused for a moment before asking, "Is it just because of money?"

Qiao Shang nodded, "Yes. But you can't deprive me of my visitation rights."

He pursed his lips and said softly with some difficulty, "I... I can give you money."

Qiao Shang looked at him strangely.

Mo Xiukong awkwardly clenched his fist and covered his lips, explaining, "I just... I just wanted
to see my child born..."

Chong Zhe coldly replied, "During childbirth, unauthorized personnel are not allowed to watch."

Mo Xiukong: "..."

Qiao Shang thought for a moment and said softly, "That's fine too."

Mo Xiukong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had actually fallen so low as to need to spend money to buy a wife, which was
even more pathetic than Qiao Shang who went out to sell herself. So he changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, why do you like
money so much? I've never seen you spend money extravagantly."

Qiao Shang's phone rang again, and it was a special ringtone, gentle and sweet, making Mo Xi and Mo
Xiukong feel unprecedented pressure from the person she had set a special ringtone for.

Qiao Shang picked up the phone, blinked, answered, and said softly, "Mom, you're still awake?" Author's
Note: The story of "Floating World's Joy" ends tomorrow. Hmm... girls' heads~

Twenty-three: Why Did I Watch Them (Final Chapter) (H)

The matter is already very clear. Qiao Shang didn't want to abort her unborn child, so their casual
affair developed into a shotgun wedding; her mother couldn't overcome her drug addiction, so she was constantly trying to raise money for her.

Mo Xiukong frowned, looking at his wife who was engrossed in reading on the bed: "Why do I feel like you treat your mother
and the baby in your belly much better than you treat me?"

Qiao Shang looked at him like he was an alien: "Of course, they're my family."

As if drenched in a torrential downpour, Mo Xiukong felt a chill in his heart: "Why am I not your
family?"

Qiao Shang thought for a while and realized that she had indeed always kept him outside her life.
She fulfilled his demands, but disregarded his feelings.

Qiao Shang said apologetically, "There's nothing I can do. Maybe it's because we're not related by blood. But once the child
is born , you'll be his family."

Mo Xiukong then asked, "What about Mo Xi? Mo Shu? And Mo Juncheng? What do you think of them?"

Qiao Shang asked curiously, "Why should I look at them? I'm not their mother."

Mo Xiukong got up and grabbed her breast, "But you fed them milk, didn't you?"

Qiao Shang groaned softly as Mo Xiukong slowly opened her clothes. She obediently spread her legs, letting him awkwardly
but earnestly use his fingers to perform foreplay.

The soft, wet sounds gradually echoed in the warm spring bedroom as the naked woman was pressed beneath the man,
enjoying his pleasure. Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, filling the room and illuminating
the poppies slowly climbing on the desk. The bright red flowers resembled the woman's moist lips beneath him; despite her gentle biting,
hot filled the room.

"Ah... Xiu Kong... it's too deep..."

"Mmm... my... ah... it's all gone... all the juice is gone..."

"Ah... so... so comfortable... ooh... I'm coming..."

Reaching orgasm again and again, the fine droplets of fluid and white foam soothed their swollen genitals. Her full breasts
were repeatedly sucked dry by Mo Xiu Kong, then gradually hardened again during the penetration, constantly caressed by his lips and tongue. His hard member pushed open
the softest part of her body, a surging, wild assault, grinding against her sensitive spot. His member, increasingly hot from being soaked in moisture
, repeatedly slammed against her tight opening. Even when it entered, causing Qiao Shang to cry out loudly, he never poured his scalding heat into her
breasts.

This was the most intense yet painless love Qiao Shang had ever experienced in her life; she was almost completely immersed in the overwhelming pleasure Mo Xiu Kong
gave her. The previously distant barrier seemed to melt away in their deep union
. After being brought to her knees by Mo Xiukong, her body convulsing as she lost herself with him, Qiao Shang nestled weakly and clinging
to him, softly asking, "Xiukong, I want to go out and work, is that okay...?"

Mo Xiukong comfortably moved his regaining strength inside her, and upon hearing this tender
question , he simply gave a soft "hmm" in response.

Once he regained his erection, he turned Qiao Shang over, lifted his lower body, parted her wet
petals, and thrust in and out repeatedly. Reaching out from behind at Qiao Shang's wet breasts, he mumbled, "Hmm... I'll take care of your
mother 's matter. You can come work for our company... sleep with me every night, it'll count as overtime
... Hmm... so comfortable..."

Qiao Shang didn't speak. She had her own thoughts, but she didn't want to argue with Mo Xiukong. In any case, Mo Xiukong
was completely oblivious to the exceptional case cost analysis skills she had cultivated since her student days, so she
decided to find a job herself.

Mo Xiukong was lost in the pleasure of riding Qiao Shang's soft, tight body, finding satisfaction in her again and again.
Although sometimes he felt that Qiao Shang seemed far away from him, when he held her body in his hands and buried his penis deep inside her,
Qiao Shang was his, and would always be by his side.

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