[The Years of Love and Desire] (Chapter Seven)

Author: Ye Yue,
first published on the forum on April 26, 2017.
Word count: 27967.
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As late autumn approached, the sky gradually darkened, and night quietly descended. The evening air was muggy and hot,
with heavy clouds threatening rain.
Tang Wu walked out of the hospital and stood quietly to one side, waiting for Zhang Song's car to arrive. A gentle evening breeze stirred, causing her
hair to flutter lightly and her pure white lace dress to lift slightly. Although Tang Wu tried to maintain her composure, her slender,
jade-like hands tightly gripped her handbag, revealing the turmoil within her.
She lowered her head, staring blankly at the ground, lost in thought, appearing preoccupied. Tang Wu didn't know
what she was thinking; her mind was in a daze, her state of mind chaotic.
Perhaps it was the recent busyness surrounding the elderly man's surgery, leaving her no time for anything else, resulting in
physical and mental exhaustion, coupled with the release of her husband's sperm test results, which plunged her heart into despair.
Tang Wu muttered to herself, hoping her husband's test results would be inaccurate. If the problem lay with her
, things would take a turn for the better.
"Tang Wu, Tang Wu!" Zhang Song pulled up to Tang Wu, and seeing the beautiful woman before him, he seemed to snap
out of a daze. He said gently, "What are you daydreaming about? Get in ."
"Hmm..." Tang Wu hesitated. She wanted to decline her appointment with Zhang Song and wait for Lu Ming to pick her up,
but she was afraid of disturbing their date. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently, "Okay... thank you."
She gently opened the back door and sat in the back. Zhang Song watched his beautiful wife obediently get into the car,
a smile playing on his lips. Tang Wu's wariness of him didn't surprise him.
Many reserved and demure female patients, faced with his relentless advances, had shed their hardened defenses,
lying naked on the hospital bed, letting him do as he pleased. He had long coveted a rare and exquisite wife like Tang Wu
, and tonight he could finally make his move.
He drove, his eyes constantly glancing through the rearview mirror at Tang Wu's every move. She leaned back in her seat
, her posture serene, her eyes fixed on the car window, revealing her stunning profile.
"Brother Song, I think I'll skip the check-up tonight… Thank you for your kindness," Tang Wu broke the silence in the car,
speaking softly to Zhang Song, her expression somewhat unnatural.
"Tang Wu, not to criticize you, but getting checked sooner is better for your peace of mind. Besides, the gynecology clinic is packed with appointments lately
; it might take a long time before it's your turn," Zhang Song's words were undeniable, and his serious expression left
Tang Wu speechless.
"But, I'm afraid I'll bother you…" Tang Wu wasn't good with words and wanted to politely decline, but
couldn't find a better reason.
"How could that bother me? Your sister Lin doesn't mind… By the way, it's getting late, Tang Wu
, are you hungry? I'll take you to eat first," Zhang Song said, shaking his head, his tone resolute, stopping Tang
Wu's attempt to refuse.
"Those of us in this line of work must have medical ethics and be dedicated and responsible to the people, so you don't need to worry
too much. Just keep a calm mind." Zhang Song's tone was very calm, gently guiding Tang Wu and
gradually calming her anxieties.
Lu Tian was away on a business trip, so Tang Wu's worries were not unfounded. However, she remembered
the many selfless help Zhang Song and his wife had given her family, especially the money they had lent them to help with the down payment on their mortgage. Tang Wu
felt very grateful to Zhang Song and his wife, and her vigilance gradually decreased.
"Um... then thank you for your help, Brother Song." Tang Wu sat in the back seat, nodded hesitantly, and reluctantly agreed to Zhang Song's
arrangements. Then she raised her question: "Brother Song, isn't a gynecological exam usually done on an empty stomach?"
"Tonight is just a vulvar exam to check for chronic infections and inflammation. Tomorrow morning, we need to do a
routine blood test and a hepatitis B test, then you'll need to fast." Zhang Song explained to Tang Wu as he drove,
dispelling her doubts.
Tang Wu fell silent. Hearing that she would have to show her most private parts to a strange man, she inwardly objected.
She could only discuss it with Zhang Song later and skip this part of the examination.
A short while later, Zhang Song drove to a secluded Chinese restaurant and said to Tang Wu with a smile, "We're here,
get out."
Tang Wu followed Zhang Song into the restaurant, her steps light and elegant, her face exquisitely beautiful, like
a lotus emerging from water. The dining hall was crowded, and upon seeing Tang Wu, their voices quieted down, all captivated by her beauty,
their eyes gleaming with desire.
"Mr. Du, business is good tonight!" Zhang Song said with a smile as he walked to the counter to a portly man
.
"Oh, it's Dr. Zhang! It's been a long time!" Mr. Du chuckled, his small
eyes glancing at Tang Wu with a hint of mockery.
"And this young lady is?" Mr. Du secretly inquired of Zhang Song while Tang Wu wasn't looking.
"Just a friend, Mr. Du, you're overthinking it," Zhang Song said, patting him on the shoulder with a smile.
He glanced around at the noisy, crowded surroundings and frowned, saying, "Mr. Du, give me
a private room."
"Alright, I'll have a waiter take you there." After saying this, Boss Du instructed a woman to lead Tang Wu and her companion
upstairs.
Away from the noisy lobby, Tang Wu breathed a sigh of relief. She disliked being stared at so intently; those
blatant gazes made her feel cold and uncomfortable.
"Tang Wu, have a seat, I'll go order." Zhang Song entered the room, gently patting Tang Wu's shoulder and
speaking softly.
Tang Wu remained calm and said softly, "Brother Song, just order what you like. I'm not hungry."
"Okay, I'll see what you want." Zhang Song released his hand from Tang Wu's shoulder and smiled as he left the room.
Zhang Song ordered four home-style dishes. The restaurant was efficient; the waiter brought the dishes in shortly
.
Zhang Song ate while urging Tang Wu to eat, but the dishes were generally too salty. Tang Wu took a few bites,
then put down her chopsticks, her appetite not very strong.
"The food is indeed a bit too salty, Tang Wu, have some water." Zhang Song took the water glass and handed it to Tang Wu. He watched
her pick up the glass, drink the water in one gulp, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.
The room felt quite empty with only the two of them, so Tang Wu ate her meal rather awkwardly. Besides, she
and Zhang Song didn't usually interact much; they were just ordinary neighbors.
"Tang Wu, has Lu Tian gone home?" Zhang Song asked casually, putting down his chopsticks and looking at Tang
Wu.
"My husband is away on a business trip. He's been quite busy lately, preparing for the auction exhibits," Tang Wu
said softly, a hint of heartache and helplessness in her eyes, gentle and virtuous.
"Oh." Men, of course, prioritize their careers. Zhang Song chuckled, then said self-deprecatingly, "You
can't be like me, always revolving around your wife, with too much free time, and as a result, you accidentally conceived two babies."
Tang Wu's pretty face flushed slightly when she heard Zhang Song mention the topic of having children. She didn't know how to respond and
could only give an awkward smile.
Zhang Song continued, "Speaking of fertility, I've encountered so many patients and explored
countless cases. In short, size and position are extremely important."
Seeing Tang Wu's surprised expression and flushed face, Zhang Song felt a surge of excitement, his voice filled with seductive allure: "
Why is size important? Because only a long and thick penis can penetrate deep into the vagina, reaching the cervix, allowing for
better fusion of semen and egg."
"The glans constantly stimulates the uterine wall, resulting in a particularly quick and intense orgasm, far more stimulating than a simple vaginal orgasm
..."
Zhang Song took a sip of water, stealing glances at Tang Wu's expression, and smiled, "Besides, the correct position
greatly increases the probability of fertilization. For example, I prefer the missionary position because the penis can penetrate
very deeply."
"So, only men who are skilled and have the right assets can give women the ultimate bedroom experience." He wanted to
continue teasing Tang Wu's desire with his words, but Tang Wu's blushing face showed a hint of anger as she said slowly, "
Brother Song, it's getting late, I'll go pay the bill first."
"It's okay, I've already paid. Tang Wu, aren't you going to eat?" Zhang Song asked疑惑地, his expression natural,
but he began to regret it inwardly, blaming himself for being too blunt and abrupt with the beauty.
Tang Wu looked at Zhang Song's dignified and masculine expression and realized that she had overreacted; he was just
a gynecologist. Thinking of this, her displeasure immediately dissipated. She pursed her lips slightly, shook her head, and said, "No
, I'm not eating. Brother Song, you eat slowly. I'm going for a walk."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gave Zhang Song a simple smile, then picked up her handbag and slowly walked out of the room,
leaving Zhang Song with an embarrassed smile.
"You'll see how I deal with you once we're in bed," Zhang Song thought coldly, maintaining
a calm facade.
Tang Wu wandered aimlessly down the alley, frustrated that there were no taxis nearby, and
the location was too remote, leaving her no choice but to take Zhang Song's car home.
Once Tang Wu was back in Zhang Song's car, it began to rain, the fine raindrops pattering against the windows
.
"Finally, it's raining in this sweltering weather," Zhang Song muttered from the driver's seat, while Tang Wu remained
silent in the back. She leaned back in her seat, her head spinning, her limbs feeling weak.
A surge of heat rose within her, her heart raced, her face flushed slightly, hot breath escaped her nostrils,
and a few drops of sweat appeared on her neck. "
Am I getting a fever?" Tang Wu wondered to herself, touching her forehead. She opened the car window, hoping the cool
evening breeze would extinguish the heat in her heart, but to no avail; the heat within her body began to spread throughout. At the same time,
Tang Wu's lower body began to tingle, her two silk-stockinged legs rubbing against each other beneath her lace dress, trying to alleviate the discomfort within
.
Zhang Song watched Tang Wu's every move, inwardly sneering. He knew the drug was taking effect; this
aphrodisiac worked extremely quickly, and most innocent women couldn't resist it. Moreover, they would completely forget
what happened afterward—an essential tool for casual sex.
He considered driving to a secluded place to take Tang Wu on the spot, shedding her pretense, but fearing her fierce resistance
and the difficulty of controlling the situation in the wilderness, he had to suppress his burgeoning desire and take her home first.
Tang Wu's face flushed crimson, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body, her desire rising, but with Zhang Song present,
she could only suppress the restlessness within her…
The two returned to their apartment complex. Tang Wu leaned against the elevator, feeling as if her lower limbs were filled with lead, one hand gripping
the railing for support.
"Tang Wu, what's wrong? Do you need me to help you?" Zhang Song asked with concern, making a move to support her.
Tang Wu avoided his approach, forcing a smile, "It's nothing… I guess it's anemia.
I've experienced this before, it'll be fine in a bit."
When the elevator reached the fifteenth floor, Zhang Song walked ahead, opened his own door, and said to Tang Wu, "You can
come in directly, no need to take off your shoes."
"Brother Song… I'm not going to have a checkup tonight, my head feels a bit heavy, I want to go home and rest for a while." Tang Wu refused Zhang
Song's suggestion, her frail body walking towards her own door.
Seeing his prey about to escape, Zhang Song naturally disagreed, but he knew Lu Ming was still at Tang Wu's house, and
alerting him would be disastrous. So he pretended to agree: "Okay, I see you can't stand steadily, let me help you inside."
After saying that, he put his arm around Tang Wu's shoulder and helped her back home. They found the living room dark and
empty.
"Thank you, I can walk by myself." Tang Wu pushed Zhang Song away, looked out at the torrential rain, and
said to him, "Sit down for a while, I need to bring the clothes down from the balcony to avoid them getting wet."
Zhang Song nodded and sat on the sofa, waiting quietly, his mind racing.
After Tang Wu finished bringing the clothes down from the balcony, she hurriedly went to the room, placed her handbag and phone on the bed, and then
closed all the windows.
After Tang Wu finished, Zhang Song casually asked, "Tang Wu, hasn't Lu Ming come back?"
Although Tang Wu had taken an aphrodisiac, and the effects were starting to take hold, she was far from unconscious; her
eyes remained clear and bright. Zhang Song regretted not increasing the dosage. His eyes kept glancing at the beautiful woman's exquisite body, and
the desire within him was gradually becoming uncontrollable.
"He won't be back so soon, will he?" Tang Wu, unaware of Zhang Song's intentions, answered truthfully.
By the time Tang Wu finished everything, it was almost nine o'clock. Zhang Song sat on the sofa, looking at Tang Wu's graceful body,
his heart filled with anxiety, worried about Lu Ming's return.
After Tang Wu finished, she realized that the desire within her was about to burst forth. Her pretty face ripened like a peach. She staggered
into the public bathroom, sat on the floor, panting. Her eyes were slightly closed, her delicate nose twitching. The heat within her, mixed with a hazy
spring feeling, gradually invaded her mind.
Oh God, what's wrong with me? It's so hot... Tang Wu choked back a sob. Her high breasts heaved, and
a wetness came from her tender lower body, making her blush with embarrassment. If Zhang Song hadn't been still in the living room, Tang Wu might have already unhooked
her long-constrained bra to let her stuffy chest breathe.
The drug took effect very quickly. Tang Wu felt her mind becoming sluggish, and suspicion began to creep into her heart. She
felt as if she had been drugged, and the only person she had been in contact with that evening was Zhang Song.
Zhang Song, sitting on the sofa, could no longer remain calm. He walked straight to the bathroom door and tentatively asked, "Tang
Wu, are you alright?"
Tang Wu was startled and struggled to get up, trying to lock the bathroom door, but she was too late. Zhang Song entered first,
put his arm around her waist, and asked suspiciously, "Tang Wu, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Brother Song, you can go back. I...I want to take a shower." Tang Wu stood up, broke free from Zhang Song
's embrace, and staggered, her heart filled with fear.
"You can't shower before your pre-pregnancy checkup. Let me help you to my place," Zhang Song said with a smile,
pulling Tang Wu's delicate body towards the door without further ado.
"Brother Song, maybe... I won't go anymore..." Tang Wu tried to struggle and resist, but her words trailed
off as she lost her strength. The scene before her eyes blurred, her body went limp, and she could only let Zhang Song help her away.
Zhang Song supported her soft body with one hand, gently closing the door behind him. He then led Tang Wu to his
home and locked the door to prevent outside interference.
"Tang Wu, let me help you to bed first." Zhang Song's mask of pretense had fallen, revealing a lewd smile
. He swept Tang Wu up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Upon hearing the words "to bed," Tang Wu's nerves tensed instantly. Despite her dizziness and confusion, she realized
her situation was precarious—a lone man and woman alone in a room, where she was highly vulnerable to being taken advantage of.
She tried to push away Zhang Song's embrace, but her hands were too weak to move. "Brother Song... I don't want to be checked anymore, I need to go back,
otherwise Lu Ming won't have the key to go home," Tang Wu said softly, not daring to provoke Zhang Song too much or hint at Lu Ming's presence,
hoping he would restrain himself.
Her breasts heaved, alluring and captivating, her snow-white neck alluring and proud, her smooth skin tinged with
pink, radiating a seductive glow.
"Tang Wu, don't worry, my time is precious too, I'll finish the checkup," Zhang Song said with a smile,
laying Tang Wu flat on the soft bed.
"Brother Song, really, I can't..." Tang Wu lay on the bed, her hands covering her chest, feeling parched,
her voice choked with sobs, her whole body involuntarily curling up like a helpless little white rabbit, docile and adorable,
igniting Zhang Song's possessive desire.
He scrutinized the lovely woman before him. Tang Wu lay on her side on the bed,
her long, black hair flowing freely, her face flushed and alluring. Her graceful figure was mature and alluring, her skin as smooth and supple as snow
. Her long, shapely legs were encased in sheer stockings, revealing pink and delicate skin beneath, which shimmered under the warm light.
He lifted Tang Wu's legs, removed her princess shoes, and revealed her exquisite feet. Her ten
adorable toes were pink and delicate, faintly visible through the sheer stockings. Tang Wu's white lace skirt had been lifted
, and the smooth, sheer stockings covered her legs, extending all the way to her waist. Although her pert buttocks were
concealed by white safety shorts, their sensual curves still aroused Zhang Song's lust.
"It's so hot..." Tang Wu lay on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, her hands covering her chest, her heart pounding
. In this unfamiliar environment, she felt utterly helpless.
Zhang Song put down her fragrant, delicate feet, walked to the door, took off his coat, and said with a smile, "How about I help you take off
your clothes? That way you'll feel cooler."
Tang Wu struggled to get up from the bed, suppressing the desire within her, and frowned, saying, "I don't want to be examined anymore, let me go back
."
"You've come all this way, it would be a waste not to examine you, wouldn't it?" Zhang Song said gently, examining Tang
Wu's delicate body as if admiring a work of art.
Although Tang Wu felt weak all over, her observation skills were very sharp. She sensed the strangeness in Zhang Song's tone and
the suppressed bestiality in his eyes, and a chill ran through her. It seemed she had guessed correctly.
She suppressed her panic, clutching her forehead and feigning illness: "Brother Song, I'm a little dizzy,
I need to go to the restroom."
Taking advantage of Zhang Song taking off his coat, she used her last bit of strength to stagger into the restroom, slamming the door shut and
locking it.
Zhang Song strode to the bathroom door, twisting the handle forcefully, his face contorted with rage, and shouted, "Tang Wu!"
"Are you alright in there? Open the door!"
"I...I'm fine, I just wanted to clear my head." Tang Wu collapsed to the ground, letting out a sigh of relief.
She wanted to call for help, but realized she had left her phone and bag at home, and a wave of sorrow washed over her.
She didn't want to speculate on Zhang Song's true intentions, but her situation was dire, so she could only stall for time,
hoping Lu Ming would find her location.
Zhang Song knocked on the door a few times and then stopped, and silence returned outside. Tang Wu slowly got up from the ground,
walked to the sink, looked at her flushed face, and splashed water on her face, trying to clear her head.
However, the drug had fully taken effect in her body, and desire surged like a flood, uncontrollable. Her beautiful eyes were once again
lost in a daze, her white breasts were unbearably itchy and extremely sensitive, and the mysterious flower valley between her legs became wet.
Even though she tightly closed her legs, she could not relieve the discomfort.
Tang Wu looked at herself in the mirror. Her beautiful face was radiant like a peach blossom. Clear water slowly slid down her smooth,
pink neck, soaking her collar. Her fair, firm breasts were faintly visible beneath her sweater.
Tang Wu told herself to calm down. Seeing that there was no more noise outside, her heart, which had been pounding, gradually calmed down. At
that moment, she didn't know what to do. She could only wait for Zhang Song's wife, Zhou Zhilin, to return, or for Lu Ming to come, so that she could escape
this predicament.
"Ugh..." Tang Wu's expression was slightly uncomfortable. She leaned gently against the corner of the wall, feeling her vision blurring
and her limbs weak. Yet, her sexual desire had reached its peak. Rubbing her legs together couldn't relieve the tingling sensation
. Her high, firm breasts were extremely sensitive, and the two pink buds seemed ready to burst free from the constraints of her bra.
Tang Wu glanced around, her pretty face flushing even more. Her pearly teeth pursed her lips, her expression hesitant and uncertain
. Her breathing quickened, her heart churning with an uneasy internal struggle.
Fearing a hidden camera in the bathroom, she dared not make a move. After confirming several times that there were no surveillance cameras, Tang Wu,
unable to suppress the tingling sensation in her body, turned to the side, extending her smooth, jade-like hand to cover her shapely,
firm breasts through her damp sweater, gently caressing them.
Once the floodgates of desire were opened, they could not be suppressed. The stimulation of her sensitive nipples
sent an electric-like sensation through her body, making Tang Wu tremble. Her mind was filled with lust and fantasies.
"Ugh...so shameful, so uncomfortable..."
Tang Wu kept recalling the scenes of making love with Lu Tian. Although she rarely reached orgasm, it didn't
diminish her deep love for him. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and suppressed moans escaped, soft and continuous.
Her other hand had slipped inside her skirt without her noticing, revealing a pair of pink, silk-stockinged legs slightly parted. Even with the safety
shorts covering them, her private area was already a muddy mess, a small stain of nectar
clearly visible on the shorts. The sheer stockings clung tightly to her flushed skin, creating a unique allure.
In Tang Wu's fantasy, she was being fiercely penetrated by Lu Tian, her wet, moist vagina receiving
the baptism of his thick, long penis, filling her with extreme shame and excitement. Lu Tian's image began to blur, gradually transforming into Lu Ming's face
.
Lu... Lu Ming, ah no, how could I think of him... Tang Wu was utterly shocked and incredulous,
trying to shake off this absurd and shameful thought, but she couldn't get rid of it. Her mind was filled with Lu Ming's handsome face and his thick,
magnificent penis, bringing her endless pleasure.
The ethical and moral constraints hidden deep within Tang Wu filled her with shame. Her head was held high, her delicate legs
trembled, and she whimpered softly, her hands tightly gripping her hips. In the midst of tension and excitement,
an unexpected climax had arrived.
She closed her eyes, leaning quietly against the wall, her body limp and powerless. A tingling, electric sensation spread through her limbs, warm
and stimulating. Her mind was immersed in the climax, unable to extricate herself, lost in it.
The brief climax couldn't alleviate the rising sexual desire within her, making Tang Wu quite uncomfortable. Now, in an unfamiliar
place, with her husband not around to help her release her pent-up desire, she closed her eyes, enduring it alone.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Zhang Song walked in. Looking at Tang Wu slumped on the floor, he
smiled and said, "Tang Wu, why are you sitting on the floor? You'll catch a cold."
Throughout, his expression remained calm and composed, his eyes filled with gentleness, exuding
the air of a wise and learned scholar.
But Tang Wu had already seen through his beastly nature. Her body instinctively shrank back, her expression filled with fear: "
You...how could you come in?"
"This is my house. Isn't it normal to have a key?" Zhang Song
replied with a smile, a bunch of keys in his hand. He then squatted down in front of Tang Wu, his slender hand gliding over her delicate, silk-stockinged legs, lingering at her
ankles. He said softly, "You're not able to move easily, let me carry you to the bed."
"Brother Song, no need! No! You...you let me go!" Tang Wu screamed as Zhang Song roughly pulled
her into his arms. Her delicate, fledgling body was no match for his strength.
Zhang Song carried Tang Wu across his chest, slowly walking to the bedside. His eyes swept over Tang Wu's fair neck,
her high breasts heaving gently, his gaze filled with admiration. Tang Wu felt a mixture of grief and anger, unable to resist. She could only open her teeth 　　and bite down hard
on the arm in front of her . 　　"Are you crazy!" 　　Zhang Song roared, throwing Tang Wu onto the bed. Clutching his stinging arm, his expression gradually turned ferocious. He 　　looked down at the bite mark; a row of clear teeth marks were visible, and traces of blood seeped out. 　　Tang Wu, like a frightened deer, instinctively shrank back onto the bed, her beautiful eyes filled with fear, too afraid to utter a sound, looking utterly 　　pitiful. 　　Zhang Song ignored the wound on his hand; his angry expression softened, and he smiled, saying, "Tang Wu, you're too 　　tense. Your body needs to relax." 　　Tang Wu struggled to crawl to the foot of the bed, covering her body with the blanket, trembling, her expression filled with sorrow, 　　a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside her. 　　Only then did she notice the room filled with many strange things. Ropes and chains hung on the walls, and the table 　　was piled high with various SM toys: vibrators, dildos, dildos, and condoms—everything imaginable. 　　"Hehe, just a little hobby," Zhang Song said gently, following Tang Wu's gaze, picking up a...

A steel instrument was used to explain: "This is a professional anal dilator. Want to try it?"
Tang Wu didn't dare to speak, her pretty face slightly pale. Now she felt like a fish on a chopping board, completely at his mercy. She began to
regret her rash actions, wondering why she had trusted others so easily, ending up in this predicament.
Zhang Song ignored her, took out a medical kit from a large drawer, put on gloves, and took out
medical instruments one by one, as if preparing for a professional surgery.
Tang Wu looked at the sharp and frightening instruments, her fingers gripping the blanket trembling slightly, wondering
what Zhang Song was going to do to her.
"Curious about what I'm going to do? Just look at the glass bottles behind you," Zhang Song reminded Tang
Wu with a smile.
Tang Wu turned around and saw the bottles filled with yellow liquid. Her face turned deathly pale, her scalp
tingled, her lips trembled slightly, and she looked utterly incredulous.
In those glass bottles, there were countless dark and frightening eyeballs, each bottle densely packed with them.
"This is my hobby. I like to gouge out the eyeballs of dead people and soak them in formalin for my enjoyment...
Tang Wu, tell me, if I gouged out your eyeballs, wouldn't it add a beautiful sight?" Zhang Song laughed
heartily, his expression relaxed.
"Zhang Song, you...you're not joking?"
"No, I'm not joking. I also want to cut off your breasts and vagina to soak in alcohol, and use your skin as a blanket.
What do you say?" Zhang Song said gently, his eyes cold and sinister, sending a chill down Tang Wu's spine.
She had forgotten her fear, only feeling that the man before her was terrifying, a cruel and perverted executioner,
her life constantly in his hands—both pathetic and laughable.
Thinking this way, being raped by Zhang Song was actually the best option... Tang Wu's mind was in turmoil, panic filled
her mind, she was stunned, her thoughts disordered.
Zhang Song was satisfied with Tang Wu's expression. He was also very patient, not in a hurry to invade the alluring body before him, and
he knew the principle of slowly boiling a frog. He was confident he could train and conquer the beautiful woman before him, making her his most
loyal sex slave.
When his conquered prey fell into Stockholm syndrome, she would become nothing more than livestock to be slaughtered.
Tang Wu was already gripped by fear of him, the first step in the development of this symptom.
"Zhang Song, let me go. I can pretend nothing happened," Tang Wu
said slowly, sitting at the foot of the bed, trying to calm herself, hoping to discourage Zhang Song.
Zhang Song smiled and shook his head, about to speak, when the doorbell rang in the living room, making him tremble slightly.
"Is anyone home? Sister Lin?" A knock came from the door; it was Lu Ming speaking.
Zhang Song wanted to close the door immediately, but Tang Wu called out first, "Xiao Ming, I'm here,
come in quickly!"
Lu Ming, who was outside the door, was about to turn back home when he heard Tang Wu's voice. His heart tightened, and he quickly
pressed his ear against the door, banging on it forcefully, "Sister-in-law, is that you? Are you at Sister Lin's house?"
Zhang Song's face instantly darkened. He glanced back at her, his expression icy. Tang Wu
felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, her heart pounding.
"Since you don't want to be examined, then forget it. I need to rest too." Zhang Song's tone changed abruptly.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Remember, if you dare say anything to anyone else, I will kill your whole family and preserve them in formaldehyde.
Don't challenge my bottom line, remember that."
Zhang Song pushed open the door and walked out of the living room, leaving Tang Wu stunned and terrified.
Lu Ming was extremely anxious. He heard the urgency and panic in Tang Wu's voice, which made him think
something bad was going on. He kept ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door.
The door opened, and Zhang Song came out, looking surprised. "Xiao Ming, what brings you here? Want to come in
for a cup of tea?"
"Brother Song...no, I just heard my sister-in-law's voice?" Lu Ming looked at the kind-faced Zhang Song, his tense
heart calming down somewhat, and asked.
"Oh, yes, Tang Wu is inside. She had an appointment for a pre-pregnancy check-up tonight, but she doesn't seem to be feeling
too well, so we'll reschedule." Zhang Song said slowly and deliberately, his eyes natural and his words impeccable.
"I see..." Lu Ming nodded in response. Then he saw Tang Wu come out and smiled,
saying, "Sister-in-law, I'm so glad you're alright. When I got home, I saw your phone on the bed, and you were nowhere to be seen. I thought
you had disappeared."
Lu Ming saw that his sister-in-law's face was rosy and she was neatly dressed, showing no signs of distress, and he was relieved. Meanwhile
, a host of questions were accumulating in his mind.
Tang Wu forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, just not feeling well... Xiaoming, let's go home."
Zhang Song turned around, his expression a half-smile, glancing at her with eyes as black as ink, like a
beast lurking in the abyss.
Tang Wu trembled slightly, lowered her head, and walked past him, taking Lu Ming's arm and whispering, "Xiaoming
, let's go."
"Oh, okay, Brother Song, I'll come over for tea again next time." Lu Ming said goodbye to Zhang Song, who returned a
gentle smile before closing the door.
Back home, Tang Wu was utterly exhausted, her legs immediately giving way. She leaned against the sofa, looking extremely uncomfortable.
Her cheeks were flushed, her expression tender and intoxicated, beads of fragrant sweat trickling from her temples, an unusual fragrance
wafting from below her collarbone, making Lu Ming feel momentarily dazed.
Especially his sister-in-law's long, beautiful legs, tightly wrapped in stockings, slender and firm; he only stole a few glances
before daring not to look any further.
Lu Ming had already noticed his sister-in-law's unusual behavior and walked to her side, asking, "Sister-in-law, are you alright?
Did Zhang Song...do anything to you just now...?"
Tang Wu gave a forced smile and shook her head, saying, "Xiao Ming, don't talk nonsense. I'm probably anemic, I'm fine...I
just need some rest."
In the end, she didn't tell the truth. After all, she hadn't been violated, and saying it wouldn't help. Besides ,
the terrifying shadow Zhang Song had cast over her made her even more unwilling to cause any unknown conflict and bring disaster upon her family.
"Sister-in-law, I just heard Zhang Song say that he's helping you with your pre-pregnancy checkup?" Lu Ming voiced his question
.
"Hmm, I want to see if it's something on my part..." Tang Wu said softly, her head lowered.
"I think Zhang Song is a very secretive person. Sister-in-law, you should avoid contact with him. I'll personally accompany
you to the hospital for testing tomorrow." Lu Ming gazed at Tang Wu's beautiful profile and said softly.
"Hmm..." Tang Wu nodded in response. She stood up, her voice slightly weak, and said, "Xiao Ming, it's getting
late... I'm going back to my room. I want to rest early."
"Okay, sister-in-law, you need to take care of yourself." Lu Ming said, sitting on the sofa. Looking at Tang Wu's long, shapely
legs in stockings, with faint traces of dampness at the base of her legs, he felt a surge of emotion.
At 11 p.m., Zhou Zhilin returned home and saw Zhang Song sitting on the sofa smoking. He narrowed his eyes and smiled
slightly, "You're back?"
"Honey, did you catch your prey?" Zhou Zhilin looked at Zhang Song's expressionless face, her heart skipped a beat, and
she asked cautiously.
"That brat Lu Ming ruined my good time! I was supposed to have her tonight!" Zhang Song sneered, grabbing
a glass from the table and smashing it to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
Zhou Zhilin couldn't dodge in time, and her calf was cut by the flying glass shards. Blood flowed from the wound, running down her
gray stockings and staining a small patch of skin red.
A sharp pain shot through her calf, but she dared not utter a sound and silently left the hall, but Zhang Song stopped her.
"Hmm? Did you get hurt? Come here, let me see the wound." Zhang Song waved his hand, beckoning Zhou Zhilin over.
Hearing Zhang Song's extremely gentle tone, Zhou Zhilin felt even more frightened and said timidly, "Honey, it's okay
, I can handle it myself."
"Come here." Zhang Song said to Zhou Zhilin expressionlessly.
Zhou Zhilin hesitated for a moment, then walked to Zhang Song's side, looking at him without saying a word.
"The wound needs to be disinfected later," Zhang Song said calmly, running his finger along Zhou Zhilin's slender, silk-stockinged legs
, pausing at the wound, his fingertip stained with blood.
"Does it hurt?"
Zhang Song asked, noticing Zhou Zhilin's slightly trembling body and puzzled expression. Zhou Zhilin shook her head, remaining silent.
Zhang Song continued, "I told you to be back before ten o'clock, why did you wait until eleven?"
Zhou Zhilin looked up and whispered, "I... I was afraid of disturbing your business."
"Oh? Are you sure you're really afraid of me? But I feel..." Zhang Song stood up, his lips cold, his tone
questioning, "Are you trying to avoid me?"
Zhou Zhilin was about to retort when Zhang Song swung his hand, instantly knocking her to the ground with a crisp slap
. Due to the force, a clear handprint, reddish like blood, appeared on Zhou Zhilin's cheek.
She pursed her lips, covered her cheek, tears welling in her eyes, a soreness in her nose, lying on the ground, afraid to move
.
"Get up," Zhang Song said coldly. Seeing that she didn't move, he grabbed her black hair and started pulling.
"Let go, you madman!!" Zhou Zhilin cried out, tearing at his wrist, staggering to her feet
, glaring at him with hatred.
Zhang Song coldly looked her over, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Don't even think about escaping my grasp,
because I have a hundred ways to make you wish you were dead."
After releasing Zhou Zhilin's hair, Zhang Song pushed her to the ground, ripped her skirt, revealing her
plump buttocks encased in gray stockings, and then unzipped his pants.
"Leaving me isn't a pipe dream. You just need to put in a little more effort to seduce Tang Wu and make her my concubine, and I'll
set you free." Zhang Song lay on top of her, his lips close to her ear, coaxing her.
"I gave Tang Wu a specially made date rape drug tonight. I reckon she'll forget everything by tomorrow."
"Hmm... but it's a good deal for that brat Lu Ming." Zhang Song muttered to himself as he violated
the sexy body beneath him.
Zhou Zhilin's eyes were vacant, staring blankly ahead. At that moment, she wanted to kill the beast beside her with her own hands,
and then commit suicide to end it all.
Lu Ming's mood was similar to Zhou Zhilin's. He lay in bed unable to sleep, restless and agitated, because
the suppressed moans that kept coming from his ear were teasing and stimulating his sexual nerves.
From the other side of the wall came seductive and plaintive moans, it was his sister-in-law Tang Wu's voice. She had obviously
been going on for more than half an hour and showed no signs of stopping, constantly tormenting Lu Ming's nerves.
But Lu Ming didn't want to break his vow and release his desires, because he wanted to accompany Tang Wu to her medical check-up the next morning, and he also wanted to test his
sperm motility, so he had been abstaining from sex for several days.
"My brother's always away on business trips, he can't neglect his sister-in-law," Lu Ming lamented inwardly, but he was powerless to do anything about it
. After all, the moral constraints of incest were deeply ingrained in his mind, and he dared not betray his brother again.
This directly resulted in dark circles under Lu Ming's eyes the next morning, indicating very poor sleep quality
.
Tang Wu, as always, got up early, prepared breakfast, and hung the clothes out to dry. Seeing Lu Ming's tired appearance, she smiled gently 　　and said,
"Xiao Ming, didn't you sleep well last night? You look so listless." Lu Ming muttered to himself and sighed, "Sigh, never mind, there were too many mosquitoes 　　buzzing around my ears all night." 　　"Hehe, don't complain, I'll buy an electric mosquito repellent later." Tang Wu 　　smiled gently and handed Lu Ming breakfast, "Here, eat your breakfast." 　　"Huh? Sister-in-law, aren't you going to the hospital for a check-up later? You need to fast, so you can't eat breakfast." 　　Lu Ming asked, puzzled. 　　"Go to the hospital for a checkup? When did I say that?" Tang Wu put down her chopsticks, looking at Lu 　　Ming in astonishment. 　　"Sister-in-law, I discussed it with you last night, have you forgotten?" 　　"Discussed? What did you say to me last night? I can't remember..." 　　Seeing that his sister-in-law's expression wasn't joking, Lu Ming patiently explained the whole story of last night, including 　　the details of Zhang Song's physical examination for her. 　　Tang Wu fell into deep thought. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she only had a vague impression of everything that happened last night 　　. From Zhang Song picking her up from school to Lu Ming opening the door to find her, her thoughts were fragmented, and 　　she couldn't remember the process of Zhang Song's examination.

"I made an appointment with Sister Lin to have Brother Song check me up, but now we're not going to see him?" Tang Wu
asked softly.
"Yeah, I feel like Zhang Song is unreliable, and it's more suitable to see a female doctor for gynecology." Lu Ming
nodded in response. He glanced at the time and urged Tang Wu, "Sister-in-law, let's go when you're ready."
"I'm ready." Tang Wu said with a smile. Today she was wearing a white ruffled knit top paired with black
skinny jeans, highlighting her long and slender legs.
Lu Ming changed clothes quickly. He used to love wearing t-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops, but since starting work,
he could only wear shirts and trousers, and now he's gotten used to it.
He drove his Grand Cherokee and took Tang Wu to the First Municipal Hospital. Then Lu Ming directly contacted the obese hospital
director and instantly booked an appointment for Tang Wu with a gynecological specialist, repeatedly emphasizing that it had to be a female doctor.
When Lu Ming wanted to chat with Chief Lin Zhengtian, he learned that Lin was in close talks with Zhou Kang, the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, so he
gave up, not wanting to disturb his official business. He went to his mother's ward alone to chat with the elderly woman.
Afterwards, Lu Ming left his mother's room, registered at the urology department, and had his sperm motility checked. Taking his registration number and medical
record to the outpatient clinic, he found that an elderly female doctor was examining him.
The female doctor gave Lu Ming a urine collection cup and told him to go to the toilet or a secluded place to relieve himself. Lu Ming was speechless
. He had expected a tempting room for sperm collection, but instead, he could only stand in the toilet stall,
smelling the stench, and reluctantly ejaculate.
After a detailed examination, Lu Ming excitedly walked out of the outpatient clinic with the report. He
didn't understand the data, but the values were all within the normal range, which relieved his anxiety.
After the examination, Lu Ming waited idly in the lobby on the first floor, when
he unexpectedly saw Zhang Song walking by in the distance. Zhang Song was wearing a white coat, noticed Lu Ming, waved to him, and smiled.
Lu Ming nodded to him, not going in to chat, watching him walk away. What Lu Ming didn't know was that Zhang Song had just
gone to his mother's ward and spoken to the old woman.
A moment later, Tang Wu came out of the elevator, her face calm, but her expression slightly haggard.
"Sister-in-law, are you done with the checkup? Did everything go smoothly?" Lu Ming walked to Tang Wu's side, noticing her pale face, and
asked with concern.
"The doctor said I'm perfectly normal..." Tang Wu said gently, but her eyes couldn't hide
the sorrow.
"Oh, that's good... Sister-in-law, let's go home." Lu Ming comforted her softly, seeing Tang Wu's poor spirits
.
"Xiao Ming, have you... talked to your mother?" Tang Wu asked calmly, her eyes slightly red.
"Sister-in-law, have I talked to my mother about anything?" Lu Ming asked, puzzled.
"Mother seems to know..." Tang Wu wiped away her tears and said softly. Then she changed the subject,
her gaze falling on the test results in Lu Ming's hand. She asked suspiciously, "Xiao Ming, you had a checkup too?"
"Yes, sister-in-law, didn't you ask me to get a checkup last time? I was worried about genetic factors, so I...
" Lu Ming replied awkwardly, handing the test results to Tang Wu.
"Oh... let me see." Tang Wu hesitated for a moment, then took the test results. When she saw
the line about sperm density and abnormality rate, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Xiao Ming, your body... is quite healthy." Tang Wu said softly, a slight blush appearing on her face
.
"Sister-in-law, I'll go get the car and come over." After Lu Ming finished speaking, he walked out of the hospital.
Watching Lu Ming's back, a bizarre and absurd thought suddenly surged into her mind. She was startled by her own
thoughts and quickly dismissed them.
Lu Ming found it strange. From the hospital to home, Tang Wu always seemed preoccupied,
her eyes revealing absent-mindedness whether she was doing housework or resting.
During their meal, the air was unusually quiet. Tang Wu ate with her head down. Lu Ming glanced at her but
remained silent, quietly picking up food and putting it in his mouth.
After a long while, Tang Wu put down her chopsticks, took a deep breath, as if making a major decision. Lu Ming
, understanding the situation, stopped swallowing and looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Xiao Ming… there's something I need your help with, but I've thought about it for a long time and don't know how to bring it up…"
Tang Wu hesitated, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
Lu Ming's tone was relaxed: "Sister-in-law, we're not strangers. Just
tell me if you have any difficulties. I'll definitely help if I can!"
"Since you've said that, I don't want to hide it anymore…" Tang Wu pursed her lips, lowered her head
, and stared at her wrist.
"Could you...donate some sperm to my sister-in-law...?" Tang Wu asked cautiously, noticing Lu
Ming's wide eyes and stiff face, which made her even more uneasy.
"Xiao Ming, don't misunderstand...you just need to put it in a cup and give it to me." Afraid Lu Ming
would misunderstand, Tang Wu blushed and quickly explained.
An awkward atmosphere descended upon them again. Lu Ming's mind replayed Tang Wu's words, his heart churning
. He couldn't believe his sister-in-law would actually want his sperm.
"Sister-in-law, I understand your predicament. I know Mother has put a lot of pressure on you and Brother..."
Lu Ming scratched his head, his expression conflicted, and sighed, "But this kind of thing needs to be taken seriously. I can't let
Brother down!"
"You and I can keep this secret together... and I can only ask you for help now." Tang
Wu smiled bitterly, a tear streaming down her face. She had almost lost her dignity, feeling
both ashamed and helpless, her heart heavy.
Lu Ming took a deep breath, his voice gentle as he comforted Tang Wu, "Sister-in-law, perhaps
things will get better once Brother's health improves?"
"Mother already knows... I can't hide it anymore. I feel so tired." Tang Wu's face was streaked with tears.
Knowing Lu Ming's wishes, her heart was ashen. She didn't look at him, turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Lu Ming was also deeply saddened. Although he harbored feelings for his sister-in-law, morality was an insurmountable barrier.
He was truly powerless to help her, bound by such constraints.
Tang Wu went back to her room, and Lu Ming sat alone on the sofa watching the game. Not in high spirits, he turned off the TV and
went to the bathroom to shower.
While showering, Lu Ming pondered his mother's surgery. He recalled Tang Wu's words and
couldn't help but wonder why the news of his elder brother Lu Tian's infertility had reached his mother's ears.
There was only one possibility: besides Zhang Song, no one else seemed to have access to his brother's medical reports
. But what was his motive? Lu Ming couldn't figure it out.
After quickly finishing his shower, he put on loose pajamas and went to the living room for a drink of water, finding Tang Wu boiling water.
She regained her usual quiet elegance and said to Lu Ming, "I just finished boiling water; it's a little hot. This cup is warm
; you can drink it."
"Okay, thank you, sister-in-law." Lu Ming's throat was dry. He took the cup and drank it all in no time.
Only then did he notice something amiss with the water in the glass; it tasted slightly bitter. He frowned and said, "Sister-in-law, this water seems
to have gone bad."
"Oh... I guess so. Let me get you another glass." Tang Wu's eyes held a hint of panic, her expression unnatural as
she took the glass.
Lu Ming gave Tang Wu a meaningful look; her subtle movements naturally didn't escape the keen
observation of a special forces soldier.
"Sister-in-law, no need, it's getting late, I'm going to sleep now." Lu Ming said to Tang Wu, flashing
a hearty smile.
"Okay, Xiaoming, you go to sleep first, goodnight." Tang Wu held the glass in both hands, forcing a smile. She stood
there, her eyes filled with unease, watching Lu Ming return to his room.
After closing the door, Lu Ming quickly went to the bathroom sink, bent down, and
vomited up the water he had just drunk.
Even though the taste of the sleeping pills was diluted considerably, the bitter medicinal smell remained, so Lu
Ming could easily recognize it. However, since the sleeping pills weren't in granule form, a small portion of
their effects were still ingested.
In an unfamiliar place, he would have been more vigilant, but he was at home, and the recipient
was his closest relative, his sister-in-law, who harbored no ill will towards him. "
Sister-in-law, what are you up to?" Lu Ming was conflicted, ultimately unwilling to expose Tang Wu's
little scheme. He decided to play along, lying in bed, turning off the light, and pretending to be asleep.
In the darkness, thanks to his special drug training, Lu Ming's vision remained unaffected, allowing him to clearly
see everything around him.
Lu Ming kept his eyes open, patiently waiting for any movement outside the door. The sleeping pills began to take effect, waves of drowsiness
washing over him. He could only rely on his strong willpower to resist, while simultaneously stimulating acupoints on his head with his fingers
to promote blood circulation.
At that moment, the door was gently opened, revealing Tang Wu. Lu Ming immediately closed his eyes,
his breathing becoming even, mimicking a deep sleep.
Although he had his eyes closed, he could still observe Tang Wu's every move through his slits. After Tang Wu entered, she slowly
closed the door and walked to Lu Ming's side.
She leaned down, her gaze fixed on Lu Ming's facial expression. The air was quiet, with only
the sound of their breathing.
Although the room was pitch black, Lu Ming dared not move his eyes. After all, Tang Wu's observation skills were very keen
; if she discovered he was pretending to be asleep, all his efforts would be in vain.
A full ten minutes passed. After confirming that Lu Ming was sound asleep, Tang Wu finally looked away from his face. Then,
she looked at Lu Ming's genitals, her expression becoming complicated, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Tang Wu, unable to take it directly, was resorting to a sneak attack? As he was lost in thought,
the blanket over him was gently pulled back, revealing his loose shorts, which came into Tang Wu's view.
The surroundings were too dark for Tang Wu to see Lu Ming's exact expression, but Lu Ming could
see her every move clearly.
Tang Wu looked nervous. She reached out her slender fingers and gently grasped Lu Ming's waistband. Her pale wrist
trembled slightly from the tension.
She glanced at Lu Ming and saw that his breathing was even, which calmed her anxiety somewhat. Then, she
gently pulled down his waistband, revealing his black underwear. Lu Ming's
scalp tingled, and he felt a chill in his groin. His pajama bottoms were pulled down to his knees. He already knew
what Tang Wu was going to do next. His feelings were complicated and difficult to understand. He wanted to stop his sister-in-law's actions, but he was afraid of the awkwardness and the difficulty of getting along with her in the future
.
Oh God, was his virginity going to be taken by his sister-in-law? Lu Ming's head was buzzing. As he was lost in thought
, his black underwear was also pulled down, and his limp penis was fully exposed to Tang Wu's eyes.
Even in complete darkness, Tang Wu could feel the magnificence and thickness of Lu Ming's genitals. Even before it was erect, it was already
quite impressive, a level her husband could hardly match.
Tang Wu had just finished showering; her face was smooth and moist, now flushed. Her beautiful eyes wanted to
look away from his penis, yet they couldn't help but stare at it. Her breathing was slightly rapid, her heart pounding.
Lu Ming silently tried to control his desire, preventing it from becoming erect, lest he be exposed
and deeply embarrassed.
Tang Wu took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. Then, she reached out her fair hand and gently grasped
his limp penis.
A warm, smooth sensation filled Lu Ming's mind. He realized his penis was ultimately unable to escape its fate,
held by his sister-in-law's hand. Her smooth, soft palm stimulated his sexual nerves, both tense and pleasurable.
Afraid of waking Lu Ming, Tang Wu's fingers, holding his penis gently, moved up and down softly. Under her
palm, the penis gradually grew longer and thicker, warm to the touch, barely enough for her five fingers to grasp.
Although she had unintentionally witnessed Lu Ming's penis before, Tang Wu was still astonished by this close contact
. Her palm was smooth and warm, pressing firmly against the penis, feeling the bulging veins.
Lu Ming felt waves of pleasure in his lower body, but being unable to move and forced to maintain a feigned asleep position
made him extremely uncomfortable. Tang Wu's manipulation technique was very clumsy, simply because Lu Ming's penis was so astonishingly large, she...
Left with no other option, she could only hold him with both hands, one stroking the glans and the other stroking his penis.
The purplish-red glans, engorged with blood, was swollen and round. Tang Wu's technique was clumsy, and due to nervousness,
she had been manipulating him for nearly ten minutes, but Lu Ming's glans still showed no signs of ejaculation, causing her some frustration and her wrists to ache
.
Lu Ming was also suffering; his genitals were being frequently stimulated, but he was far from reaching the threshold for ejaculation. His aroused sexual desire
remained unreleased, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated.
Tang Wu sighed, released her hands, glanced at Lu Ming with a complex expression, then
smoothed her hair behind her ear, bent down, and rested her head on the glans, her delicate nose almost touching the urethral opening.
Lu Ming's heart pounded. Watching his sister-in-law's actions, he knew what he was about to face; his feelings
were a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and a hint of anticipation.
Tang Wu's delicate nose inhaled the masculine scent of the penis, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. After hesitating for a moment, she
parted her cherry lips slightly, extended her pink tongue, and gently licked the glans.
Lu Ming's legs trembled slightly, and the sudden stimulation caused his glans to throb violently, startling Tang Wu into withdrawing her tongue
. Her eyes were fixed on Lu Ming, her expression slightly panicked.
Only when she confirmed that Lu Ming showed no signs of waking up did her heart calm down. Not daring to stimulate the glans any further, she opened
her cherry lips and slowly took the glans and the entire penis into her mouth.
The moist and warm sensation traveled to Lu Ming's nerve endings, and the comfortable feeling in his lower body was like electric currents, almost
making him groan. Tang Wu exerted a great deal of effort to barely take a small part of the penis into her mouth, but most of it
remained outside.
Lu Ming's enormous penis once again shocked Tang Wu. She had only ever given oral sex to Lu Tian once before, but
Lu Tian's penis was far inferior to Lu Ming's in both length and girth. The swelling sensation in her mouth made her extremely uncomfortable,
and swallowing became difficult.
This was only the second time she had given oral sex, and her teeth inevitably scraped against the shaft. Lu Ming's expression showed some
pain, but fearing his sister-in-law would discover he was pretending to be asleep, he could only let out low groans.
Tang Wu sensed the discomfort in Lu Ming's groans and could only kneel by the bed, stretching her fair neck, trying to adjust
her position to make his penis feel comfortable and ejaculate as quickly as possible.
The scene was extremely ambiguous. Looking at Lu Ming's sleeping expression, Tang Wu's face flushed even more, and her ears
turned bright red. She never imagined that she, as the elder sister-in-law, would be personally licking her brother-in-law's penis, making her extremely embarrassed.
Lu Ming's emotions were like a rollercoaster, fluctuating wildly. His sister-in-law, whom he had once fantasized about, was actually offering
him oral sex with her cherry-like lips. He was incredibly excited, having long since forgotten all about ethics and morality.
"Pfft...pfft..." The air was filled with the sounds of their lewd intercourse and soft panting. Due to the continuous
movement, beads of fragrant sweat trickled down Tang Wu's neck, making her skin glow with a seductive sheen, and her dark hair clung tightly to
her back.
"Mmm...ah..." Tang Wu's neck ached and went numb, forcing her to release the large penis. The glans
was covered in glistening saliva, making her blush with embarrassment.
But the effect of oral sex was much more obvious than manual stimulation. Tang Wu could feel Lu Ming's physical reaction;
he was particularly sensitive to the stimulation of oral sex. With a little more effort, she was sure he would ejaculate.
From giving him the sleeping pills to entering Lu Ming's room, the entire process had been driven solely by Tang Wu's impulsiveness
. Now, having calmed down, she began to want to back out.
She feared Lu Ming would wake up midway and witness her shameless actions, and even more so, she feared her husband,
neighbors, parents, and relatives would find out, leaving her branded a slut, condemned
, and utterly ruined.
Tang Wu leaned against the corner, her mind in turmoil, torn between continuing and leaving
. Finally, she made up her mind and resolved to continue, regardless of whether she conceived or not; she would
abstain from this behavior after tonight.
Lu Ming's penis gradually softened. He wondered why his sister-in-law was sitting on the floor, then saw Tang Wu
climb onto his bed. His pupils widened instantly, a bad premonition rising within him.
Tang Wu gently parted her legs, kneeling on Lu Ming's calves, then leaned forward, one hand supporting her ribs on the bed
, the other straightening his limp penis, and took the glans back into her mouth.
This position was much more familiar to Tang Wu than kneeling on the floor. Her posture, however,
pulled down the collar of her dress below her collarbone, revealing her deep, alluring breasts. Since she was only wearing a loose nightgown and no bra
, her two pink nipples were faintly visible, rising and falling with her swallowing movements, their waves swaying. A
continuous, pleasurable electric current emanated from her lower body, making Lu Ming feel like he was floating on air,
and he couldn't help but let out soft moans. Even in sleep, people talk in their dreams, let alone when he was so intensely stimulated, so Tang Wu wasn't too alarmed, taking it as a normal bodily
reaction.
Tang Wu's oral sex skills gradually improved; she could control the position of her teeth to avoid biting his penis, while her tongue
consciously stimulated the urethral opening and ridges, increasing the arousal of the glans.
As she swallowed his penis, her eyes were constantly and cautiously fixed on Lu Ming's face, afraid he might wake up at any moment
.
Finally, Lu Ming realized his lower body had lost control, his legs trembling slightly, wanting to alert his sister-in-law. Tang Wu noticed
Lu Ming's unusual physical condition. After spitting out his penis, she tried to catch it with a cup, but placed it on the ground. At that moment,
a stream of semen spurted from his glans, landing on her face.
"Ugh..." Tang Wu was caught off guard by the semen
. Without wiping it from her face, she hurriedly used her hands to support the glans, trying to stop the semen from gushing out.
However, Lu Ming had abstained from sex for many days, and even after a morning checkup, his semen reserves were still considerable. Semen
gushed out in spurts, landing on Tang Wu's face and neck, far exceeding the amount she could hold in her hands.
Tang Wu was startled by the amount of semen. Afraid of losing it all, she didn't think twice and opened her mouth
to catch the remaining semen from his engorged glans.
Lu Ming's penis throbbed for nearly fifteen seconds before the semen finally finished spraying into Tang Wu's mouth. Tang Wu's cheeks
puffed out slightly as she covered her cherry lips. The fishy smell made her want to vomit, but she held back. She hurriedly got out of bed, picked up a paper cup,
and spat out all the semen in her mouth with a "whoosh."
She wiped her face and found a large amount of semen on her arms and hair, her palms sticky, making
Tang Wu feel distressed and a little aggrieved.
She took out a tissue and carefully wiped Lu Ming's genitals clean, helped him put on his pants, and then quietly left
the room.
Lu Ming lay on the bed, his mind completely blank. He still thought this was a dream, an unreal incestuous
dream. The emptiness after ejaculation made him start to think about the meaning of life, the birth of the universe, the ethical and moral relationships between relatives
, and even wondered why his sister-in-law's breasts were so sexy and alluring.
What am I thinking! Get to work! Lu Ming felt depressed and jumped out of bed, carefully
walking to the door. He wanted to know how his sister-in-law disposed of his semen.
Pushing open the door, he found the living room dark and empty. His older brother's room was ajar, with warm
light pouring out.
Lu Ming held his breath and quietly approached the room door. Peeking through the crack, he saw Tang Wu
half-reclined on the bed in a particularly alluring position. Had he not been in a state of virginity, he would surely have been aroused.
Tang Wu's pink nightgown was lifted to her waist, revealing her smooth, fair legs. Her white panties were already
off and placed on the bed, exposing her secret garden, which Lu Ming once again completely spied on.
On her slightly swollen mons pubis was a patch of lush green grass, her delicate clitoris pink and glistening. Two moist, pink
labia were symmetrically positioned, and the alluring cleft in the middle was about to bloom, with glistening nectar flowing from its opening. The entire vulva
resembled a lilac leaf, its shape incredibly beautiful, leaving a deep impression on Lu Ming.
At this moment, Tang Wu held a cup filled with semen in her hand, her eyes filled with determination. She pursed her lips,
slowly bringing the cup to her vulva, intending to pour it into her vagina.
Seeing this, Lu Ming was conflicted. He hoped Tang Wu could successfully conceive and become a mother, yet he found it difficult to accept the fact that he had kept it a secret from his older brother. He even felt 　　bitter
when he couldn't acknowledge his own child in the future . 　　Now, he could only compromise and accept his sister-in-law's actions. Tang Wu was completely unaware that Lu Ming was spying on 　　her every move. To minimize the impact of air exposure on the viability of the semen, she hurriedly ran back to her room, 　　forgetting to lock the door. 　　She tried pouring semen into her pink vulva, but most of it flowed out because her vaginal 　　opening was too narrow, making it difficult for the semen to penetrate. 　　"If only I had a syringe," Tang Wu sighed inwardly, but she didn't give up. After several attempts, she decided 　　to lie flat on the bed, stretching her legs out in the air, with her vaginal opening facing upwards, allowing the semen to flow into 　　the cavity automatically by gravity. 　　However, she made a mistake; she didn't hold the cup tightly enough, causing the entire cup of semen to spill onto the floor. Tang Wu stared blankly 　　at the pool of semen on the floor, a bitter smile playing on her lips. Tears streamed down her face again as she covered her lips, 　　letting out suppressed sobs. 　　Lu Ming, witnessing this from outside the door, felt both disappointed and relieved. He sighed and left. 　　He could only watch helplessly as this happened, and he vowed to prevent such incidents from occurring again. 　　That night, Lu Ming didn't sleep a wink, his mind filled with thoughts of his sister-in-law. He decided 　　to tell Lu Tian the truth when he returned; what they had to bear together was their responsibility, and how they handled 　　it was between them. 　　The next morning, Lu Ming woke up early and saw Tang Wu already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. A warmth filled his heart. 　　She wore a pink shirt dress, her back to Lu Ming, her dark hair flowing down her back, beautiful and elegant. 　　"Sister-in-law, you're up so early. Did you sleep well last night?" Lu Ming asked gently 　　, his expression perfectly natural. 　　"Xiaoming, you're up early too," Tang Wu said with a gentle smile, her eyes not meeting his. She felt a sudden 　　pang of unease, unsure how to face Lu Ming. 　　Lu Ming noticed Tang Wu's troubled expression, knowing she was still bothered by last night's events. Pretending ignorance, he 　　said, "Yes, I slept very soundly last night, all the way until dawn. I feel great." 　　"That's good." Tang Wu carried breakfast out of the kitchen, glancing at him gently. "Hurry up 　　and eat your breakfast." 　　Lu Ming nodded, sitting down to eat. Tang Wu watched him with a complicated expression, then picked up her handbag 　　and said softly, "Take your time eating, I'm going to work now." 　　"Okay, take care, sister-in-law." The awkward atmosphere gradually dissipated after Lu Ming watched his sister-in-law leave 　　. He was also lost in thought, worried that his sister-in-law had discovered his pretense of sleep. 　　As planned, today was the day Lin Luoxuan was to meet Lu Ming to discuss security responsibilities and compensation. 　　Although Grandpa Lin had personally agreed to the arrangement, many details had to be handled by Lin Luoxuan herself 　　. 　　Lu Ming took out his phone and dialed Lin Luoxuan's number. 　　"Luoxuan, it's me. Are you free tonight?" After answering the phone, Lu Ming explained some work-related 　　matters to Luoxuan. 　　"I know, I'm free tonight. How about we meet at the Zhongyi Hotel?" Lin Luoxuan 　　's pleasant voice came from the other end of the line. 　　"Okay, it's a deal!" After hanging up, Lu Ming felt cheerful thinking about meeting his goddess again and 　　went out for a morning run, humming a little tune. 　　At noon, Lu Ming drove to Yundao Health Center and collected his outstanding wages and bonuses, totaling nearly 　　50,000 yuan. This money would alleviate his financial difficulties. 　　For Lu Ming, 50,000 yuan was a large sum, but in Zhao Heng's eyes, spending 50,000 yuan on 　　lunch was a very ordinary thing. 　　At this moment, Zhao Heng was having dinner with Zhang Yunliang, the director of the Housing and Construction Commission of Huanan City, along with several other officials. 　　The table was laden with a sumptuous feast, featuring all sorts of delicacies. 　　"Young Zhao, very few people can reach your level at such a young age!" Zhang Yunliang 　　said to Zhao Heng with a beaming smile. 　　"Director Zhang, you're too kind. Here, let me toast you!" Zhao Heng smiled, picked up the glass full of liquor 　　, and downed it in one gulp without spilling a drop.

"Good, Mr. Zhao is quite generous!" an official chimed in. Zhang Yunliang smiled and nodded, but didn't stand up
to return the toast. Even with his high alcohol tolerance, Zhao Heng couldn't handle the weight of a few ounces of foreign liquor in an instant. His face flushed, and he swayed
, trying to sober up.
What followed was a confusing toasting ceremony. After the meeting, many officials left or
stayed, leaving only Zhao Heng and a few close confidants.
"Gangzi, is the money enough?" Zhao Heng asked the man beside him. His head was throbbing, and his stomach was churning
. He could only support his forehead with his hand to relieve the pain.
The man called Gangzi looked embarrassed and hesitated, "Mr. Zhao, Zhang Yunliang didn't take a single penny. As for
the real estate approval, there was no clear answer."
"Hmph, if 500,000 isn't enough, he'll make it a million. Does Zhang Yunliang really think he's penniless?" Zhao
Heng rubbed his throbbing temples and frowned.
"Mr. Zhao, Zhang Yunliang just won't accept our money, and our cameras can't capture any solid
evidence against him," Gangzi quickly added, fearing Zhao Heng's anger.
"Sigh, that's true... Zhang Yunliang is from Lin Zhengtian's faction, so it's not surprising that he's behaving this way. With the recent
crackdown on corruption intensifying, he wouldn't dare to follow suit." Zhao Heng closed his eyes, looking utterly
exhausted.
He had worked through the night to resolve the financial loopholes, and now, overcome with drowsiness,
he simply lay down on the dining table to rest.
His assistant and bodyguards dared not disturb him, and hotel staff were forbidden from entering, patiently waiting for him to wake up.
After a long while, Zhao Heng awoke, his eyes bloodshot. Realizing it was already 5 PM, he
said to his bodyguard, "Take me to the new district; I need to see Xuan'er."
Lin Luoxuan was in her room, sitting at her dressing table, tidying herself up. She wore light makeup, her eyes sparkling
, her eyebrows delicate, her nose high and straight; she looked fresh and beautiful.
At this moment, a nanny came up to the second floor, arrived at her door, and gently knocked, saying, "Miss Lin, Mr. Zhao
is here."
Lin Luoxuan was taken aback; Zhao Heng had come ahead of time without informing her. She was quite surprised and said softly
, "Let him come to my room."
Zhao Heng had been to this villa many times, and each time the strict security had left him feeling annoyed. He entered Lin
Luoxuan's bedroom and found her putting on makeup in front of the mirror.
"Xuan'er, I've come to see you." Zhao Heng concealed his weariness, walked to Lin Luoxuan's side, and said with a smile.
Lin Luoxuan was caught off guard and kissed him, smelling a strong scent of alcohol. She asked suspiciously, "Brother Heng,
have you been drinking?"
"Yes, I had lunch with my superiors at noon; drinking was unavoidable," Zhao Heng
said helplessly, lying on the soft bed.
Lin Luoxuan got up and saw that his face was flushed and he smelled of alcohol. She tenderly took off his coat and poured
him a glass of water, complaining, "I told you not to drink so much, but you wouldn't listen. Drinking is bad for your liver."
Seeing Luoxuan's worried expression, Zhao Heng felt content. He was exhausted after a long day,
and now, with such a beautiful woman by his side, he could finally relax in her gentle embrace.
Lin Luoxuan wore a loose-fitting loungewear dress that barely covered her smooth, beautiful legs, revealing large expanses of her fair skin,
alluring and seductive. Zhao Heng reached under the dress and couldn't help but caress the base of her firm, shapely legs.
"Brother Heng…no, you should rest for a bit. I'm going to the bathroom to change." Lin Luoxuan blushed, avoiding
Zhao Heng's lecherous touch, and took out a light blue lace chiffon skirt and black stockings from the wardrobe. She went into
the bathroom to change; she wasn't used to changing in front of Zhao Heng.
"Xuan'er, are you going out tonight? Aren't you going to keep me company?" Zhao Heng asked curiously, lying on the bed.
"Brother Heng, I'm sorry, I have to discuss my work benefits with Lu Ming tonight. I'll keep you company later."
Lin Luoxuan didn't think much of it and told him her plans, unaware that Zhao Heng's face instantly darkened, his expression turning
sour.
Lu Ming, why are you always so oblivious... Zhao Heng sneered inwardly. Although it was
Old Master Lin who had decided to appoint Lin Luoxuan as her bodyguard, he hadn't been consulted, which
annoyed him.
"Xuan'er, I've missed you these past few days. Why don't you do it another day?" Zhao Heng's tone was tender
, trying to disrupt Luoxuan's plans.
"Brother Heng, I understand how you feel, but I've already made plans with Lu Ming. This isn't really appropriate." Lin Luoxuan
's voice came from the bathroom, her tone hesitant.
"Alright." Zhao Heng was extremely puzzled but helpless, and could only remain silent.
At this moment, Lin Luoxuan came out of the bathroom, her bare back facing Zhao Heng, and said, "Brother Heng, could you help me zip up my pants
?"
Wearing a light blue chiffon skirt, her slender waist
was incredibly delicate, her figure alluring and tall. Her shapely legs, like bamboo shoots, were encased in sheer black stockings that extended all the way to her waist, her skin fair and smooth,
hazy yet sexy.
Zhao Heng got up and walked behind her, discovering her bare back, slender and alluring, her skin smooth and supple, her
firm buttocks with a deep cleft, and the pink panties beneath the black stockings adding a unique charm.
Despite his poor physical condition, he was unintentionally seduced by Lin Luoxuan's exposure, arousing his primal
desires. His hands swept under her armpits, easily grasping her full, round breasts through her bra.
"Hmm," he murmured. "Stop it." "Lin Luoxuan pouted and twisted her body, trying to escape Zhao Heng's sneak attack. But in
his eyes, Luoxuan's expression was one of feigned resistance, and he became even more unrestrained. He pushed open her bra, his palm
pressing against her large breasts, his fingertips roaming over her two pink nipples.
Lin Luoxuan's pretty face flushed, and she tried to stop his lewd behavior with her jade hands, but to no avail. She pleaded in a low voice, "
Brother Heng, it's getting late. Why don't you wait for me to come back first?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng instantly became angry. Did he have to wait until that brat Lu Ming had his fun before
handing him the leftovers? Thinking of this, he decided to take Luoxuan right there and then to stop and delay her.
"Xuan'er, I haven't done it with you in a long time. Can you let me vent a little?" Zhao Heng said in a rare low voice.
His words, spoken sincerely and gently, surprised Lin Luoxuan. When had her man ever been so humble?
It softened her heart.
"Hmm...okay, but don't ejaculate on my skirt, okay?"
Having received the beauty's consent, Zhao Heng became as excited as if he'd taken an aphrodisiac. His face flushed, his eyes blazing with desire. His
hands deftly unhooked the bra from her back, simultaneously lifting Luoxuan's skirt to reveal her smooth, rounded buttocks,
even more slender and firm under the tight black stockings.
"Don't tear my stockings!" Seeing Zhao Heng caressing her black-stockinged buttocks, Lin Luoxuan shuddered, knowing his
bad habits, and quickly scolded him for his next move. Then, she proactively removed her semi-transparent black stockings, revealing her snow
-white buttocks. Her pink lace panties were practically useless; with just a gentle touch from Zhao Heng, her alluring clitoris
was clearly visible, glistening with nectar.
Zhao Heng's pants were already down, his thick, erect penis rubbed against the entrance of her vagina a few times, coating the glans with slippery
love juice. Then, with a thrust of his hips, he easily shoved it into her vagina, making a muffled, wet sound of intercourse.
The rhythmic sounds of sex echoed from the bathroom. Lin Luoxuan was forced to kneel on the bed, in a doggy-style position, welcoming Zhao
Heng's wanton demands. A little love juice splashed at the point where her vagina and penis met, her face flushed, and a
series of orgasms assaulted her senses, leaving her mind completely blank.
Zhao Heng's stamina was impressive; an hour had passed. Lin Luoxuan sat weakly in his lap,
the two facing each other, legs crossed, making love.
"Brother Heng, can you finish? It's past seven..." Lin Luoxuan said breathlessly, her face covered in sweat
, her breasts bouncing rhythmically with Zhao Heng's thrusts.
"Don't rush, I still have a few positions to unlock!" Zhao Heng laughed heartily, satisfied as he fucked the beauty before him
, his rough hands climbing up her full breasts, playing with them to his heart's content.
Just then, Lin Luoxuan's phone rang. Zhao Heng glanced at the contact name—it was Lu Ming! A surge of excitement rose within him,
and he urged her to answer the phone.
"Can you answer now? Lu Ming is calling to urge me… I don't want to listen right now." Lin Luoxuan didn't want
to answer Lu Ming's call under these circumstances, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.
"If you won't listen, I'll listen for you!" Zhao Heng's tone was firm. He took the phone and pressed
the answer button in front of Lin Luoxuan.
"Luoxuan, I'm at the hotel entrance. Are you here?" Lu Ming's voice rang out.
Zhao Heng, unperturbed, slowed his thrusting and said calmly, "Is this Lu Ming? This is Zhao Heng.
Sorry, you might have to wait a little longer..."
"Oh, it's Zhao Heng. Is something wrong with Luo Xuan?"
Lin Luo Xuan's eyes were filled with panic, a mixture of shame and anger. She tried to snatch the phone, but Zhao Heng stopped her, continuing, "Nothing
much, Xuan'er and I haven't finished yet."
"What haven't you finished?" Lu Ming asked suspiciously, vaguely guessing the meaning behind Zhao Heng's words.
"It's sex, you know. Listen to this." Zhao Heng's words were full of teasing. He placed the phone near Luo Xuan's mouth, but
she was sulking, her lips tightly pressed together, refusing to utter a sound.
Zhao Heng also got angry. He pressed one hand against Luo Xuan's slender waist, thrusting wildly into her vagina with a very
intense frequency, trying to make her moan. However, Lin Luo Xuan's stubbornness kicked in; although the pleasure within her was endless,
she remained silent.
The room was quiet, save for the sounds of intercourse and the slapping of buttocks. Lu
Ming on the other end of the phone heard everything clearly, remaining silent.
"Zhao Heng, are you deliberately trying to tease me? If you don't want to, then forget it!" Lin Luoxuan finally couldn't hold back anymore,
her voice filled with anger, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng chuckled awkwardly. He hadn't expected his phone flirting to be ineffective with Lin Luoxuan, but at least she admitted to
having sex with him, which was enough proof.
There was no response from the other end of the phone. Zhao Heng chuckled and said, "Okay, Lu Ming, I'll hang up now!"
After Zhao Heng hung up, Lin Luoxuan had already moved away from his embrace. His erect penis, having left her vagina,
hadn't been fully released.
"Xuan'er, don't be angry, it was just a joke." Zhao Heng didn't have time to consider his penis's feelings,
quickly comforting the sulking Lin Luoxuan.
"I'm really angry. You have no respect for me at all." Luo Xuan straightened her skirt, put on black
stockings, and walked into the bathroom without looking back, leaving Zhao Heng looking embarrassed.
Luo Xuan stood in front of the mirror, tidying her messy hair, her eyes slightly red. She felt like she had been played by Zhao Heng, and her heart
ached inexplicably. Lu Ming's feelings were even more complicated at this moment, and he was hurt even more.
At first, Lu Ming did not believe Zhao Heng's words, but when he heard Lin Luo Xuan's complaints, or her coquettish complaints
, his heart shattered like a mirror. The goddess he had once waited for, the woman he had longed for day and night, had succumbed
to his rival. This kind of pain was indescribable, especially since the two of them had made love at this time,
which made him even more heartbroken.
"Sir, do you have a reservation?" A waiter walked to the stunned Lu Ming and kindly
reminded him.
"No, thank you." Lu Ming smiled bitterly, then got into the Grand Cherokee and drove around
the streets in a daze. The neon lights along the roadside shone brightly, and the bustling intersection was far removed from the lonely, desolate
wanderer.
He went to a bar near Zhonghai Park, casually ordered a few strong cocktails, and downed them
in one gulp, as if trying to extinguish the sorrow and resentment in his heart.
Lu Ming knew his place; he was just an ordinary young man with no power or influence, to put it bluntly, a loser
, a wage earner, far from reaching the level of Lin Luoxuan, Xiao Dai, and Zhao Heng. Although he was skilled in martial arts,
if he offended a powerful figure at the top of the food chain, they could easily crush him into the ground and turn him into
nutrients for nature.
For Lu Ming, the current situation was not about standing out from the crowd; otherwise, he would attract the attention of the Assassins
, and his brother and sister-in-law's lives would be in danger. In his mind, keeping a low profile was a more suitable path for his development.
As the saying goes, fortunes change, and one should not underestimate a young man's potential. Tonight, Lu Ming and Zhao Heng were determined to settle their score.
After a few rounds of drinks, he was feeling dizzy and inadvertently noticed several men harassing him in the center of the stage.
A woman stood before a crowd of onlookers, who were jeering.
He put down his glass, squinting at the woman. The more he looked, the more familiar she seemed. His breath reeked of alcohol as he
said uncertainly, "It looks like... Zhou Zhilin."
Lu Ming staggered forward and, upon closer inspection, recognized her as his neighbor, Zhou Zhilin. Her expression was alluring and seductive,
her lips a sensual red. She was drunk, swaying from side to side. She wore a tight-fitting, midriff-baring t-shirt,
stretched taut by her ample, pert breasts. The skin beneath her snow-white neck was smooth and fair, and the deep cleavage drew the gazes of the men. She
wore a black miniskirt that barely covered her round, snow-white buttocks, and thin, dark purple stockings clung tightly to her incredibly
long legs. Paired with black high heels, she appeared even more radiant and alluring.
At this moment, she was powerless to push away the lewd advances of the man beside her. Her eyes were glazed, her expression slightly pained, and she frowned, saying, "
Get away! I want to go back!"
Such a stunningly beautiful and fiery young woman was naturally not to be missed by the lecherous men, who all made teasing remarks and pressed their bodies against her,
trying to take advantage of her.
Seeing his acquaintance in danger, Lu Ming couldn't stand idly by. He pushed aside the men blocking his way, strode
in, grabbed Zhou Zhilin's hand, and tried to drag her away.
"Hey, who are you? Get out of my way!" A thug blocked Lu Ming's path, seeing his breath reeking of alcohol, and
rudely questioned him.
"Get out of my sight in three seconds!" Lu Ming's eyes were devoid of any emotion as he coldly stared at the thug.
Those familiar with Lu Ming knew that once he was drunk, his fighting power was terrifying. Once, a large-scale
brawl broke out in the military camp, where ten soldiers ganged up on Lu Ming and were all beaten to the ground. From then on, Lu Ming's reputation spread throughout the military region.
Zhou Zhilin, hand in hand with Lu Ming, recognized him and swayed precariously, leaning against his shoulder
. Her ample breasts pressed against his shoulder, drawing envy from onlookers.
"You bastard, you won't listen to reason… *thud*!" Before the thug could finish speaking, Lu Ming kicked him
away with a swift kick, sending him flying three meters into the air before he landed on the ground, curled up in pain, unable to speak
.
Another thug grabbed a chair and swung it at Lu Ming, who broke his wrist and both his legs, leaving him kneeling
on the ground howling in agony.
The onlookers, terrified by Lu Ming's ruthlessness, dared not continue their heroic act and made way for him
to leave the bar with the hot woman.
After helping Zhilin into his car, Lu Ming drove home. He frowned, looking at Zhou Zhilin leaning weakly against the car window.
"Sister Lin, why did you drink so much? And it's not safe for you to be alone in a bar."
"Not safe in a bar..." Zhou Zhilin's face flushed, and she smiled bitterly. "
Is it safer at home?"
"What do you mean?" Lu Ming sensed something was amiss and questioned Zhou Zhilin. He had drunk a lot and
was trying to avoid police checks by taking back roads.
"Zhang Song has been abusing me for at least three years... If it weren't for the child, I would have divorced him long ago," Zhou Zhilin
said calmly, as if recounting something that didn't concern her.
Lu Ming fell silent. He hadn't expected Zhang Song, with his consistently gentle and wise image, to have such a violent habit
. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving. But this was ultimately someone else's family matter, and Lu Ming couldn't interfere. He could only try his best to comfort
Zhou Zhilin.
"Sister Lin, shall I take you home now?" Lu Ming asked Zhou Zhilin after much hesitation.
"No, I reek of alcohol, I'll get a beating when I get back," Zhou Zhilin said, her expression alluring and drunk
. "Take me to a hotel."
Lu Ming eventually took her to the InterContinental Hotel and personally paid for the room. Zhou Zhilin was so drunk she
could barely stand, so Lu Ming had to help her into the elevator, avoiding the teasing glances of the hotel staff.
Lu Ming helped Zhou Zhilin into the room, took off her high heels, revealing her exquisite stockinged feet, and then
laid her flat on the bed.
Zhou Zhilin lay languidly on the bed, her beautiful eyes closed, one leg unconsciously bent, her black miniskirt
sliding down to her hips, revealing sexy lace semi-transparent panties. Purple stockings on her legs extended to
her waist, the crotch area of the stockings surprisingly open, exposing her white lace semi-transparent panties, with her dark
pubic hair clearly visible.
Zhou Zhilin's figure was comparable to a model's, and she had an incredibly long pair of legs. She had indeed considered
pursuing a modeling career, but Zhang Song had rejected the idea.
This enchanting woman was truly irresistible! Lu Ming, fueled by alcohol, watched the married woman's seductive pose in bed, his lust
rising. He suppressed his beastly impulses, bent down to grab the blanket, and covered Zhou Zhilin's beautiful body. Just as
Lu Ming was about to turn away, a smooth, silk-stockinged leg stretched out, its delicate foot brushing against his crotch, hooking
his genitals.
"Don't go home tonight, stay with me," Zhou Zhilin said seductively, her eyes filled with intoxicated desire as she looked at Lu Ming.
"Sister Lin, isn't this inappropriate?" Lu Ming said insincerely, the silk-stockinged foot between his legs arousing his desire
, which, under the influence of alcohol, fermented and became chaotic.
"Lu Ming, perhaps you think I'm lewd, but apart from Zhang Song, no one has ever touched my body...
"
"So, stay here, I want you." Zhou Zhilin's plaintive and helpless voice stimulated Lu Ming
's senses. He turned to look at the sexy beauty on the bed, his mouth dry, his hesitation masked by alcohol,
transformed into primal courage.
"Sister Lin, I..." Lu Ming wavered between angel and devil, unable to choose. Zhou Zhilin pressed her jade
finger to her cherry lips, making a shushing gesture.
"In bed, please call me Zhilin. Now, I need your body." Zhou Zhilin's lips curled slightly, her tongue
licking her pearly teeth, her eyes filled with intoxication and affection. Her slender hand unhooked the black lace bra from her back and elegantly tossed it to Lu Ming.
A lace bra landed squarely on Lu Ming's head. He could smell the fragrant scent of milk. A
man full of youthful vigor, Lu Ming had abandoned all restraint and guilt towards Lin Luoxuan, wanting only to vent the
pent-up frustration and excess testosterone within him.
He pounced on Zhou Zhilin like a lion. She giggled, opened her sensual
lips, and kissed Lu Ming, her tender tongue actively intertwining with his.
As Lu Ming and Zhou Zhilin passionately kissed, one hand slipped inside her tight-fitting clothes, grasping her firm, white breasts
, his fingers skillfully teasing the pink nipples.
He caressed her breasts, feeling a dampness in his palm; looking down, he saw it was milky white milk.
Zhou Zhilin blushed and said gently, "Well… ever since I gave birth, my milk supply has been constant
, so…" Her tight-fitting casual clothes were now soaked with milk, her two pink nipples clearly visible.
"Oh, I see. This milk is quite sweet," Lu Ming said with a smile, tasting the milk in his palm, making Zhou Zhilin
blush and her heart flutter.
"Hehe, my little darling, don't be impatient. I'm going to drain you dry tonight!" Zhou Zhilin smiled
sweetly, her voice charming and gentle. She lifted her clothes, fully exposing her full breasts,
the flesh as white as mutton fat, rippling with sensual waves under his fingers.
"Zhilin, your figure is so beautiful!" Lu Ming exclaimed sincerely. Zhou Zhilin, as a mother of two,
maintained a perfect figure. Her skin was snow-white, her waist was slender, and her hips were full. Especially her proud breasts, which were graceful and perky, with
pink areolas and two erect cherries that were about to bloom. Lu Ming opened his mouth and took them into his mouth, sometimes licking them with his tongue,
sometimes gently biting them with his teeth. A continuous stream of milk spurted from her nipples and flowed into his mouth.
"Mmm, ah, just like that, so comfortable." Zhou Zhilin held Lu Ming's head with both hands, her beautiful eyes closed,
arching her upper body and letting him suckle her milk. A continuous stream of pleasure came from her breasts, making her feel both comfortable and ecstatic.
Her two sexy, long legs in stockings were not idle. She skillfully unzipped Lu Ming's pants, her cute, protruding toes
slightly curled, and her pants and underwear fell off. Her hard, large penis sprang out, attracting Zhou Zhilin's shocked
gaze.
"My God, how can there be such a thick penis? It's...it's terrifying!" Zhou Zhilin had watched many European and American
adult films, but none of the men in them could compare to Lu Ming's size.
"I've been well-developed since I was little, there's nothing I can do about it," Lu Ming said with a hint of pride. In terms of length or stamina,
he was no less than any other man.
Zhou Zhilin wrapped her arms around Lu Ming's neck, pulled him down, and said in a seductive tone, "Let's do
69."
After getting Lu Ming's approval, she was overjoyed, because Zhang Song had never given her oral sex before, and she had never
experienced that kind of feeling. She adjusted her body, straddling Lu Ming's head with her two silk-stockinged legs, and reached down
to pull open her lace panties, revealing her flower bud full of honey.
Lu Ming admired her beautiful vulva. Her flower bud was delicate, her labia were thick and narrow, connected to the pink fleshy
petals, like a ripe cherry, tempting Lu Ming to pick and taste it.
Her sexy hips were unhidden by purple stockings, and Lu Ming extended his tongue, easily licking her moist vulva
, sucking the lustful fluid flowing from her honeyed orifice.
Zhou Zhilin's beautiful eyes were filled with allure, feeling the stimulation in her lower body, her heart was extremely excited. Finally, someone was properly
caressing her honeyed orifice, and the soul-stirring thrill was something that others could not understand.
She stared at Lu Ming's penis, lovingly kneading the engorged glans, and licking
the fluid on the urethral opening with her tongue. The unique masculine scent filled her nostrils, making Zhou Zhilin extremely excited. She opened her red lips and took the glans
into her mouth, swallowing and releasing it.
Lu Ming let out a comfortable groan. Zhou Zhilin's oral sex skills far surpassed Tang Wu's. With each in and out of her lips
, the tip of her tongue would rub against the urethral opening and ridges of the glans, while one hand stroked the testicles, increasing the excitement and
sensitivity.
The two lay on the bed, caressing each other's most private parts, the air filled with the sounds of their sucking.
After a while, Zhou Zhilin straddled Lu Ming's waist. Her upper body was naked, her full, round breasts slightly upturned, showing
no sign of sagging. Her miniskirt had long since fallen off, leaving her only in dark purple stockings, clinging tightly to
the smooth skin of her beautiful legs, sexy and radiant.
Zhou Zhilin extended her fingers, smearing glistening love juice on her vulva, then onto Lu Ming's glans, moaning,
"Lu Ming, your first time belongs to me."
Lu Ming, his lust heightened, emboldened by the alcohol, thrust his hips upwards, his thick, long penis
plunging completely into her wet vulva, pushing aside the layers of flesh, reaching her very core with unstoppable force.
"Ugh..." Zhou Zhilin's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her hands supporting herself on Lu Ming's chest. Her expression was one of intense pain, mixed
with a hint of excitement. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her slender waist trembled.
"Zhilin, are you alright?" Lu Ming looked at Zhilin with concern, afraid of hurting her.
"I'm fine... I'll get used to it." Zhou Zhilin looked down at their point of union. Lu Ming's penis had reached
her cervix, but a third of its length was still outside. Her eyes were filled with surprise.
Her lower body felt as if it were being torn apart. She pursed her cherry lips, took a deep breath, and then
slowly let his penis slide out of her tender flower, then gently swallow it back in. She repeated this more than ten times until her warm and moist cavity finally
adapted to the size of Lu Ming's penis.
Zhou Zhilin's eyebrows relaxed, and she and Lu Ming began to merge seamlessly. Her expression was charming and alluring, and her seductive moans began
to rise, soft and sweet. Lin Luoxuan couldn't hear these sounds. She was rushing into the parking lot, driving away in her
beloved Maserati, and speeding towards the Zhongyi Hotel.
For some reason, Luoxuan felt extremely agitated, not only because of Zhao Heng's willful behavior, but also because she was afraid Lu Ming
might hear something, which would make their future interactions extremely awkward.
There was another reason Lin Luoxuan couldn't figure out; perhaps subconsciously, she was avoiding thinking about it
.
She arrived at the entrance of the Zhongyi Hotel, her apology lines already rehearsed a hundred times in her mind. Then she went to the front desk and
asked about Lu Ming's private room.
"Miss, I'm sorry, the hotel front desk hasn't registered Mr. Lu's dining information," the receptionist respectfully
told Lin Luoxuan.
"How could that be? Please check again," Lin Luoxuan said doubtfully, while simultaneously taking out her phone and dialing Lu
Ming's number.
At this moment, Lu Ming was diligently working inside Zhou Zhilin, and his phone was on silent mode; he was unaware that Lin Luoxuan was
looking for him.
A sexy beauty lay on the edge of the bed, her long, slender, white legs draped over his shoulders. Her sheer stockings,
soaked with fragrant sweat, clung to her skin, warm and alluring. Her delicate, white, silk-stockinged feet swayed with the trembling of her body
.
At the entrance to her honeyed depths, a hot, hard penis was roughly thrusting in and out. With each thrust, two pink
labia were pushed out and then pushed back in. A constant flow of lustful fluid, mingling
with milky white liquid, made their intercourse a perfect union of body and soul.
"Ugh... I can't take it anymore!" Zhou Zhilin moaned softly beneath Lu Ming, her voice a mixture of excitement and
sobs. She endured his intense thrusts, her full, firm breasts heaving, her areolas swaying. Her two
erect nipples attracted Lu Ming's caresses, white milk splattering as his rough hands
grasped her smooth, fragrant flesh.
Making love with Lu Ming's young, vigorous body gave Zhou Zhilin an unparalleled sexual experience. She couldn't help but
think of Zhang Song, her guilt quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure of revenge.
Lu Ming's thrusts were simple, brutal, straight in and out. For the mature Zhou Zhilin,
this was an irresistible stimulation. His large glans pressed against the soft walls of her cervix, rotating and swaying back and forth,
sending her into ecstasy.
This deep, penetrating friction against the cervix was a perfect experience Zhang Song couldn't give her.
The simultaneous thrusting of his penis into her vagina and cervix caused her supple waist to convulse uncontrollably, her silk-stockinged legs to tremble slightly, and a continuous stream
of love juice gushing out.
Lu Ming was extremely excited; his penis was tightly enveloped by tender flesh, the cavity warm and moist, sucking like a baby's
embrace. Especially from the tip of his penis to the depths of her clitoris, the negative pressure created by the vaginal cavity caused the warm, tender
flesh of the uterine wall to tightly grip the glans, holding it completely. He vaguely showed signs of ejaculation.
"Sister Lin, I'm about to cum..." Lu Ming, covered in sweat and panting, reminded Zhou Zhilin. The prolonged,
high-frequency thrusting had brought him close to the point of ejaculation.
"Lu Ming, I have an IUD, just cum inside!" Zhou Zhilin gazed at Lu Ming seductively, her expression hazy and
alluring, panting softly.
After obtaining her consent, Lu Ming's face contorted with rage as he increased the force of his thrusts. Zhou Zhilin excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck
, her alluring legs in silk stockings hooking around his back, her jade-like feet, tightly encased in sheer stockings, clenched together.
Lu Ming roared, his glans pressing deep into her flower-like opening, ejaculating a large gush of thick semen that sprayed onto
the soft walls of her uterus. Zhou Zhilin, too, was brought to orgasm by the hot semen, her silk-stockinged legs clenching, trying
to let the tender flesh of her vaginal walls envelop his penis, experiencing a tight, intense orgasm.
Lu Ming, immersed in his passionate lovemaking with Zhou Zhilin, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm, forgot that Lin Luoxuan
was waiting for him; his phone had already received over ten missed call notifications.
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