【Dragon Tattoo】(251-300) Author: wtw1974

Author: wtw1974
Word Count: 161380

Chapter 251: Aunt Guixiang

"Long'er!...Go take a bath!...The towels are all here..."

After clearing the table, Zhang Guixiang raised her hand to touch her slightly dizzy head, looked at Wenlong standing behind her
looking the crescent moon in the sky, and said softly.

"Okay!...Auntie, you go and rest!..."

Wenlong took a deep breath of the extremely refreshing air, turned to Zhang Guixiang, who was standing by the door, nodded
, and said with a smile. Zhang Guixiang hummed in agreement and turned to go inside. Wenlong looked back again, under
the blue moonlight, at the small courtyard, which resembled a courtyard in the city. There was a well, with
wooden buckets and basins beside it.

Wenlong walked to the wooden tub that had already been filled with water, took off his clothes, and placed them on a long
bench . The mountain village was quiet at night. Looking around the small courtyard, there were farmlands and some
dark houses, with only a few houses lit by faint, yellowish lights.

He squatted down, took a towel, and started washing. It was warm water! "Mature women really know how to be
considerate !" Wenlong thought with a sigh. A hot bath after drinking is very comfortable; cold water would
n't be good for the body. Wenlong dried himself with the towel, put on his shorts, exhaled a breath of alcohol, picked up the rest of his clothes
, and went inside. There were no lights inside; electricity was very conserved in most parts of this mountain village, so
the house was completely dark.

Now Wenlong was a little confused. Where was he going to sleep? This was something Zhang Guixiang hadn't considered while she was drunk. Wenlong rubbed
his slightly throbbing forehead, recalled Shui Ling's room, and groped his way there in the dark. These
farmhouses were actually all interconnected, but Wenlong didn't know that. How would he know such things? After getting used to the darkness, he vaguely
saw a door with a curtain hanging over it, lifted it, and went inside. The room was pitch black, carrying a faint,
distinctively feminine fragrance, along with a hint of alcohol. Wenlong's nose was very sharp.

In the darkness, he could vaguely see another small door inside the room, with a few chairs and a small table.
Was was standing in somewhat like a small living room? Thinking this, he naturally pushed open the inner door and went inside. The room
was a bit stuffy. He saw a bed with a mosquito net hanging on it, and it seemed someone was sleeping on it—a dark, shadowy figure. The faint feminine
fragrance, combined with the stronger smell of alcohol, made Wenlong realize that Shuiling had also drunk quite a bit tonight. Looking around the even darker
room, he placed the clothes he was carrying on what appeared to be a stool. He shook his head, walked to the bed, lifted the curtain, and
climbed inside.

The woman on the bed let out a soft moan and stirred. Wenlong lay down on the outer side of the bed, pressing against her soft, hot
body . His hand naturally reached for her full, shapely breasts, which were clad in a thin shirt. The smooth, soft, and slightly hot sensation
aroused him, fueled by the alcohol. He pinched one of her already erect and hard nipples on her incredibly full breasts. The woman beside him
immediately sensed it and began to moan softly. Inhaling her rich, sweet fragrance, Wenlong was overcome with desire. His hot
penis instantly sprang to life, hard and burning hot. He casually pulled down his shorts, his hard, hot erection pressing against
the smooth, soft thighs of the woman beside him. Wenlong's hands began to roam over Shui Ling's smooth, hot body, stroking
her soft belly a few times before slipping inside her shorts. A soft, silky fabric, his slender fingers sliding
down , hot and slippery, glistening against her tender lips. Her swollen
nipple, already erect, began to harden under Wenlong's fingers, the soft, wet lips becoming increasingly slippery.

"Mmm..."

Shui Ling began to writhe, letting out rapid, low moans. Her hot, sweet breath, her long, heavy panting, sprayed
onto Wenlong's forehead as he lay on her soft chest, sucking hard on her soft flesh. His nimble, slippery, hot tongue
stirred, sucked, and gently bit her hard, swollen nipple. A wave of intense tingling and itching raged between her incredibly wet and
burning lips and thighs. Shui Ling was clearly getting impatient with this teasing. Her hot hands
wrapped around Wen Long's neck, pulling him onto her body. Wen Long also propped himself up, lifting Shui Ling's slippery
right leg with his left hand, spreading her legs apart with his knee, and kneeling between her thighs. His hard, hot, thick penis pressed against her wet and
slippery lips, and he thrust forward.

"Hoo!...Oh!..."

The incredibly hard and hot penis instantly plunged into that incredibly wet and soft passage. So good! Tight and hot,
Wen Long lay on Shui Ling's hot and soft body, and began to thrust his waist powerfully. His huge, thick, hard penis
slammed hard against the soft flower core deep inside her tender, wet, and pink depths with each thrust. A large amount of slippery fluid
gushed out with Wen Long's hard and hot thrusts, flowing down his snow-white buttocks onto the mahjong mat.

"Ugh...ugh...mmm..."

The soft, supple body beneath Wenlong trembled violently with each rapid, forceful thrust. Her hands and
feet clung tightly to his neck and waist. Wenlong lowered his head and kissed her open
mouth, which exhaled a thick, sweet fragrance and her breath coming in short, heavy gasps. Their tongues intertwined passionately. However, Wenlong didn't notice that the woman beneath him
seemed completely inexperienced in kissing; her lips were stiff and awkward. But he was already lost in the ecstasy, not thinking about
anything else. He thrust with all his might, the rapid thuds of their bodies colliding filling the quiet,
sultry room with the sounds of splashing fluids. The intense, exhilarating sensations
plunged the man and woman on the bed into the blissful pleasure of their carnal desire…

"Ugh!... Oh!... I'm coming! Ugh!..."

A violent impact sent the woman beneath Wenlong into an unprecedented ecstasy. Her mind went completely
blank, the extreme excitement and peak of lust causing her to spasm violently. Her body convulsed uncontrollably,
as if she had lost all sensation in her body, feeling as if she had been shattered to pieces. Suffocating
sobs echoed in her throat as her small mouth bit down hard on Wenlong's smooth, firm shoulder. A large amount of slippery
fluid gushed powerfully from their point of contact, warm and... The splashing water left a slippery patch on Wenlong's lower abdomen. The hot,
tight passage contracted and writhed violently, the spasms making Wenlong unable to resist. The hot, hard tip sent a fatal stimulation through him, a numbness in his waist, a rush of heat to his head, and his thick, hard member suddenly swelled, spraying
molten, hot liquid into the soft depths of her body... Zhang Guixiang's head was a little dizzy tonight; she'd drunk too much, and her body was unusually hot. Shui Laogen would snore , something Zhang Guixiang couldn't stand, so she hadn't gone back to her own room to sleep tonight, but instead slept in...

In the bed where her eldest daughter, Shui Sheng, used to sleep, she was half-asleep, half-awake, when she felt someone enter.
The thin sheet covering her was lifted—it was a man! Oh my

god! He wasn't wearing any clothes! He was kissing her, caressing her large breasts. Oh, he'd had too much to drink, it was him!
My god! It was Long'er, so handsome, like a young girl! Couldn't he tell?

I'm not your Shui Ling! Zhang Guixiang screamed inwardly, "No! I'm your future mother-in-law!" Her
ripe body was instantly ablaze with desire. Oh! No! He's so handsome! Ugh! How could I be so shameless!
I'm a bad woman! Ah! Oh no! He's starting to touch me there! My god! Not there! It's so numb!
So tingly! How can this be?! I can't! Oh dear! He's so gentle, and that shameful thing is flowing out!
What should I do?! It itches! I don't want to! Waaah! I can't! The feeling is so intense! My love juice is flowing
! His tongue is in my ear! No, no, I can't! My clitoris is so sensitive! It's gotten bigger!
Don't rub it! Ah! Don't touch me! It's been so long since I've had sex, I can't take it! No, you're touching
so deep, you're touching my cervix, I'm going to cum, I can't go on! It's too rough!

Don't kiss me so hard! Don't kiss me anymore! It'll leave marks on my neck! Please! Don't
rub and suck on my breasts! I really can't take it! I want to cum! I'm going to cum again! Orgasm! Orgasm!
It feels so good! His fingers are finally out! I hope he doesn't continue! If someone finds out,
how face anyone! What's wrong! What's wrong! Why do I feel so empty! Why do I want this! I
want it! Oh my god! I want to have sex with my daughter's boyfriend! No! This isn't me! But I really want it! My
body is writhing? It feels so good! How can it feel so good? So lewd! No! Ahh! It's in!
Oh my god! God! It's so big! So thick! So long! It's touching the very tip of my heart!

How can it be so huge! It's more than twice as thick as Ling'er's father, Shui Lao Gen! This is
the behemoth I saw in the outhouse yesterday! What am I thinking! I'm so slutty! It's filled me up! He kissed me so wildly,
no one has ever kissed me so wildly before, this feeling is so amazing, like he's going to completely possess me! Waaah,
I'm a slut! So powerful, he's so powerful! My vagina is completely numb! It's inside my uterus! So long-lasting, so amazing,
it's pierced through! No wonder Shui Ling said it always goes inside her uterus!

I'm so excited! So excited, one after another, it feels like I've never had so many
orgasms in my life! I'm out of strength, I really can't resist. What's that? What fell on my face? It was
sweat, his sweat.
Why didn't I know before that a man would exert so much effort, go to such lengths to please the woman he loves? He flipped me over, what is he going to do? Is he going to do it from behind
? That's too much! Absolutely not! Ugh! He's in again, he's in again! Still so big, still
so hot! So thick and hard! Oh! He's going so fast! I can't take it anymore! I've ejaculated too much, I'll die if I ejaculate again!
I don't care about dying, dying would be better, let him fuck me to death, it's so hot! It's burning me! He
ejaculated inside me! My vagina is completely filled, my body is numb, paralyzed, limp! Is he
tired ? So gentle, he's still kissing my face. This matter must not be known to anyone else. Will he still want
to be ...? Absolutely not. This time it was a misunderstanding, which can be excused. There can't be a next time...

Chapter 252: Aunt Guixiang (Part Two)

In the summer, the mornings in the mountain village are covered with a thin layer of white mist. The fresh air, the loud crowing
of roosters , and the barking of dogs echoing in the open fields of Xiangshui Village make everything around seem vibrant.
The damp brown earth exudes a motherly gentleness, and the crops in the fields appear lush and green, showing
the start of a new day.

Shuiling slept very well last night and got up just as dawn was breaking. She was very clear-headed and immediately wondered where Wenlong had slept
last night Had he gone back? He had not only resolved the crisis for her yesterday but also
protected her family. How could she let Wenlong leave without saying goodbye? Had she lost her mind? She only remembered that her
head was very dizzy and she wanted to sleep. She carried Taozi and her sister Shuisheng to take her father back to his room. When she returned, she fell asleep on her small
bed . It wasn't until she woke up that she realized Wenlong had gone too far. Filled with shame, she left
her room, went to several other rooms, and finally found Wenlong fast asleep in her sister Shuisheng's old room
, wearing only a pair of shorts. Feeling guilty, Shuiling blushed and slipped into the small room, quickly closing the door behind
her. She rushed to the bed, lifted the curtain, and saw Wenlong's shorts bulging high – it was inhuman! Shuiling shyly
cursed under her breath, feeling a warm, slippery sensation between her legs. She covered her slightly flushed face with her small hands, looked down at the fragrant
Wenlong, and gently kissed his handsome face, her cool hands caressing his smooth cheek.

"Hmm?...Awake?...What's wrong?...What time is it?"

Wenlong had slept very late last night, thoroughly enjoying himself, and finally drifted off to sleep comfortably. After drinking and
doing what he loved with Shui Ling for who knows how long, Wenlong woke up to find Shui Ling, with her bright white teeth and a pleasant
fragrance emanating from her breath, looking at him with her clear, dark eyes. Wenlong opened his eyes, blinked, and looked at her.

"Why did you sleep here last night?...Did my mom bring you here?...It's still early!..."

Good heavens! Wenlong didn't understand at first glance. So this young lady didn't sleep here at all! Hiss! That woman who did "that" with me
last night didn't seem like Sister Shui Sheng either. Thinking back, she was indeed a bit plump and round.
Could it be Shui Ling's mother, Gui Xiang? Damn it, am I a mother-in-law killer? First there was Pan Huiru and Luo Bingqian, then
my mother-in-law, Xiao Shufei, was just one step away from being a match, and now Gui Xiang! But it was really great! Mature women
are great! Hehe! My mother-in-law, Gui Xiang, is probably also sexually frustrated! Could it be that Old Shui can't satisfy her? Judging from
her behavior last night, she's probably been starving for a long time! "Damn! You beast! " Wenlong's mind raced

. "Cough cough... I'm up! Whew! My mother-in-law brought me here last night! Hehe!...Baby! Sister Shuiling!..."

Wenlong's eyes darted around, his face all smiles as he reached out and pulled Shuiling, who was
blushing, onto the bed. He then pinched her soft, delicate breasts.

"Mmm...don't...don't be naughty! My mom's already up...mmm...you bad boy!..."

Shuiling's body went limp from Wenlong's pinch, her face flushed. She struggled to lightly pinch Wenlong's
firm , and said shyly with a soft moan.

"Ling'er? Is Ling'er inside? Wake Wenlong up! Breakfast is ready!..."

Zhang Guixiang's voice came from outside the door. Shui Ling, her face flushed, looked at Wenlong's miserable expression, stuck out her pink
tongue, made a cute face, and lightly jumped out of his arms, giggling as she opened the door and went out. Wenlong sighed
and got out of bed as well. After getting dressed, he slowly opened the door and went out.

"Wenlong!...The toothpaste and toothbrush are over there...Go wash your face..." As soon

as Wenlong stepped out of the room, he saw the tall, plump, and rounded Zhang Guixiang standing by the gate of the small courtyard
. She clearly avoided his eyes, tilting her head and pointing outside the courtyard.

"...Oh!...Thank you, Mom!..."

Wenlong shamelessly stared at Zhang Guixiang. Although Zhang Guixiang didn't look at him, her face turned red. Wenlong chuckled
to himself with satisfaction. Ah! My charm is irresistible! She thanked him and went outside to wash up.
The air outside was incredibly fresh and comfortable. Zhang Guixiang leaned against the courtyard gate, gazing at Wenlong's tall and slender figure,
her mind reeling. Last night's events had been too much for her; she had never experienced such passion and
a feeling of life and death. She hadn't imagined that a boy's penis could actually penetrate her uterus, nor that doing that kind of thing could be
so . Thinking about how she had actually had an incestuous relationship with her future son-in-law last night, she felt an involuntary
slippery sensation between her legs, a slight itch rising within her. She squeezed her legs together, silently cursing herself for being a shameless
slut . She spat, her face burning with shame, but her eyes remained fixed on Wenlong's
retreating figure.

"...Mom!...What's for breakfast this morning?... "

Shuiling appeared behind Zhang Guixiang, calling out in a coquettish tone.

"Phew! ...You brat! You scared your mother half to death! ...Egg pancakes for breakfast! ...Soy milk!..." Zhang Guixiang
composed herself, turned and glared at her daughter Shuiling, who had a youthful smile on her face, and scolded her with a laugh.

Shuisheng also got up, holding her daughter Taozi, a little embarrassed to look at her younger sister Shuiling.

"Oh my! ...Mom! I think you look so beautiful today! ...Really! ...Your skin seems
so much ..."

Shuiling suddenly noticed that her mother's skin, which was slightly yellowish, was much whiter, and her eyes looked bright and sparkling
. Curious but happy, she grabbed Zhang Guixiang's arm and said in surprise.

"Mom is an old woman...What's with all this talk about being beautiful..."

Zhang Guixiang said, but when she looked in the mirror this morning, she also noticed that her skin seemed
much smoother and whiter. What happened? Could it be that her son-in-law ejaculated a lot and it was very hot last night? She didn't want to think about it anymore, otherwise
she would feel bad for her daughter. She glanced at her daughter, took Shuisheng and Taozi's little hands, and went into the inner room.

"Wenlong, eat your fill!" Shui Laogen said with a smile.

"Okay, Uncle, I won't pretend or stand on ceremony. We're all family now, no need to be polite." Wenlong
looked left at the voluptuous and charming young married woman, Shui Sheng, right at the plump and mature beauty of his mother-in-law, Gui Xiang, and then at the
petite and exquisite Shui Ling. He looked so openly and unscrupulously that Shui Ling was delighted,
Shui Sheng blushed shyly, and his mother-in-law, Gui Xiang, blushed with shame.

"We're family, no need for formalities, Wenlong. Your uncle has something to say," Shui Laogen said
listlessly "I'm frail and sickly, I know my health isn't good, and I don't know when I'll pass away. There's always been something
I've been thinking about. Look at your aunt and me, we've had two daughters, and now Shui Sheng has another one. Of course,
Shui Sheng and Da Shan are still young and can continue to have children. I'm hoping that you and Shui Ling can have a son,
a few sons, so one of them can take our Shui family name. That way, our Shui family will have an heir, and I can rest easy in the afterlife
. I wonder if you'll agree?"

"Yes! Uncle, I agree! I promise to make sure the Shui family has an heir! Don't worry, I mean what I say!" Wenlong said
resolutely , but his eyes lingered on the face of Shui Ling and Shui Sheng's mother-in-law, Gui Xiang. Both Gui Xiang and Shui Sheng were
too embarrassed to lift their heads.

Shui Ling, unaware of this, comforted her father, "Dad, don't overthink it. Take good care of
yourself . Wenlong and I promise to give you many grandsons. Besides, men and women are equal now. Don't have that
feudalistic preference for sons over daughters anymore!"

After breakfast, Wenlong and Shui Ling returned to the city.

"Hmph! Tell me! What did you use to bribe my mom?... She's so good to you!"

Sitting in the SUV, Shui Ling, looking sullen and charming, glared at Wenlong, who was driving with a faint smile
, and asked him with feigned fierceness. Her little nose wrinkled slightly, which was very cute.

"Hehe! Aren't I her son-in-law?... Of course she's good to me! Not only is my aunt good to me,
but Sister Shui Sheng is good to me, and Uncle is good to me too..."

Wenlong looked ahead, shifted gears, rested one hand on the edge of the car window, and smiled faintly. As Wenlong
took his leave, he took out three bags of clothes he had brought yesterday. Two sets of men's clothing were for Shui Laogen, and two large bags of women's clothing
were for Guixiang and Shui Sheng, mother and daughter. He had been too busy yesterday to take them out.

Shui Laogen grinned foolishly at the sight of the new clothes, while Guixiang and Shui Sheng were
overjoyed at the sight of the colorful dresses.

Shui Laogen smiled as he looked at them. Shui Sheng no longer looked down, but instead looked openly at Wenlong. Although her face was still flushed with
shyness, when Wenlong handed her the bag of clothes earlier, his large hand had secretly
caressed her plump, round buttocks. She gasped inwardly, her legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up. Her honeyed passage was already
dripping wet .

"Peach, be a good girl, eat your milk properly, and wait for your uncle to come see you again and pamper you!" Wenlong
teased little Peach. Sister Shuisheng knew he was talking to her. She looked into his eyes with dreamy eyes, her cherry lips slightly
parted, and her fragrant tongue seductively licked her slightly dry lips. She didn't say anything, but simply put
one of her daughter Peach's fingers into her cherry-like mouth and held it there with her lips pursed.

Wenlong was captivated by this. At this moment, Zhang Guixiang brought out two buckets of her homemade rice wine, packed in white plastic
buckets , along with various homemade snacks, carrying many bags and packages. She also brought two authentic
free-range chickens and two ducks, leaving Wenlong speechless. She quickly reached out to help put it in the trunk. Their
hands touched, and their eyes met. Zhang Guixiang felt a tremor in her
heart
. She had sensed it while eating breakfast: her future son-in-law knew she was the person in his bed last night. She felt a mix of shame and fear, but mostly shyness and joy; she felt no regret. A slight reluctance lingered as the SUV kicked up its yellow...
In the distance, amidst the hazy smoke, Zhang Guixiang stood on her family's slope, a faint sense of loss and longing in her heart…

Chapter 253: Chen Beibei and Wenlong drove Shui Ling directly back to her mother-in-law Xiao Shufei's house. Xiao Shufei, seeing the large
bags and packages, beamed with joy. Seeing the authentic free-range chickens and ducks, she was even more delighted,
chattering , praising Shui Ling endlessly. However, she remained indifferent to Wenlong, as if the masturbation and oral sex from the previous day
had never happened.

Wenlong knew that seducing Xiao Shufei couldn't be rushed, so he took his leave, needing to return to headquarters
to discuss .

As he exited the elevator, he encountered Zhu Zhonghua. "Uncle Zhu, good morning!"

"Young Master Long, I really have to thank you for this. Remember what I asked you for, Old Zhu? I will definitely cooperate fully with
Secretary Chen in the inspection and construction of the Xiangshui Village resort." Zhu Zhonghua grasped Wenlong's hand, his face full of gratitude
.

"Uncle Zhu, there's no need to be so polite. You're an older man, experienced and knowledgeable. Please help Beibei with
the site selection and construction of the resort. You could become the resort's deputy manager in the future;
the salary ," Wenlong said honestly.

"Wenlong! Uncle Zhu knows you're a sincere and honest young man!" Zhu Zhonghua said gratefully. "
I 've told you before, my family is indeed facing some difficulties. My son-in-law died in a car accident at a young age,
my daughter runs a small clinic on her own, and my wife, your aunt, is laid off and stays at home. Once the resort is built,
I just hope she can do some odd jobs. I'll be content just staying here doing logistics!"

"No problem, Uncle Zhu, difficulties are temporary and will pass!" Wenlong patted Zhu Zhonghua's
hand and said, "If you encounter any problems, you can ask General Manager Bai or me. We'll
do our best !" Zhu Zhonghua thanked him repeatedly and left.

From the 39th floor of Longzhen Group, one can overlook the scenery of Sihai City. Looking out,
lush green , their peaks appearing and disappearing in the morning mist, their vibrant reflection shimmering in the lake.
The lake, emerald green, ripples gently in the spring breeze. Willows along the lake have
just sprouted tender green buds, swaying gracefully in the wind.

"What a beautiful view," Chen Beibei exclaimed from the window.

"Such a beautiful view, I only want to share it with you," Wenlong's sweet words drifted
into her ears. She gazed at him, recalling his tenderness and care these past few days, especially his promotion of her to take full charge of the Xiangshui
Village resort's inspection and construction, helping her realize her life's dream. Suddenly, she felt a surge of emotion, a warm current flowing
slowly through her body.

Every woman has a deep-seated virginity complex, a profound love for her own hymen. Chen Beibei had lost her virginity too,
but after two nights of mourning and tears, she slowly came to terms with it. Some people
lose it unknowingly during strenuous activities like cycling or dancing. On the bright side, at least she had
enjoyed it that day. Now, being so valued and promoted by her lover, she realized the rightful ownership of her hymen, and her heart sank slightly.

Suddenly, his large hand forcefully pressed against her chin, quickly lifting her face, and a hot, domineering
kiss landed on her red lips.

"No," Chen Beibei shyly turned her head in resistance, "This is the office."

He didn't give her a chance to resist or retreat. His sharp teeth bit her lower lip hard, and
taking advantage of her cry of pain, his tongue quickly slipped into her mouth, impatiently licking his pearly teeth before going straight to the point,
entwining with her tongue, sliding up and down, teasing and swirling, bringing waves of tingling sensations.

Silvery saliva slowly dripped down the corners of their mouths.

This domineering kiss left Chen Beibei panting heavily, her cherry lips slightly parted, letting his lips and tongue
churn . She felt his domineering tongue swirling freely in her mouth, sometimes mimicking the rhythm of thrusting, fiercely
licking deep into her throat, constantly thrusting back and forth, bringing a slight discomfort and waves of tingling sensations.

"Mmm..." No, this kiss is too long, Chen Beibei is almost out of breath. She reached out to push him away
, but he held her tightly in his arms, unable to move.

His lips and tongue possessed hers, refusing to give up, deeply licking and kissing her throat, each stroke
grazing her palate, stirring waves of tingling sensations.

She didn't know how much time had passed before he finally released her. Looking at the beautiful woman before him, her eyes slightly narrowed in a daze,
her cheeks flushed, her rosy lips slightly swollen, he couldn't help but gently nod, extremely satisfied.

"Sister Beibei, is this resort project alright?"

"Not just alright, it's excellent!" Chen Beibei nestled in her lover's arms and said softly, "Wenlong
, thank you, thank you for giving me this opportunity to realize my dream. I will definitely live up to you and
President Bai's expectations, and successfully develop the first tourism project for our Longzhen Group!"

"It's just that you'll have to work hard for a while, and I'm quite reluctant to let you go!" Wenlong said affectionately.

"Wenlong, for you, for the company, and for myself, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it, and I'm
willing to do it !" Chen Beibei said tenderly.

The two strolled to the coffee table, sat down to enjoy the scenery, and felt the spring breeze on their cheeks, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Wenlong gently pulled her into his arms. A soft, sweet kiss landed on her lips. His tongue slowly
circled her lips, the touch making her giggle. His nimble tongue, seizing the opportunity,
slipped her red lips, finding her fragrant tongue and engaging in a ceaseless dance of intertwining and entwining. The friction of their tongues brought waves of tingling pleasure. His
tongue quickly licked her clitoris, then swiftly withdrew. Her fragrant tongue chased after him, drawn into his mouth, gently biting and
sucking.

After a kiss, the lack of oxygen left her slightly dazed. Wenlong placed her on the sofa,
his playful kisses tickling her, gradually bringing her back to her senses.

"Wenlong?" she looked at him with some doubt. "Shh..." he whispered, his long, slender body pressing down on her,
a passionate kiss landing on her head.

His hands quietly covered her curves, gently kneading them, his tongue swirling and churning in her mouth
. His other hand silently unbuttoned his shirt, one button, two buttons, three buttons. His long, slender
fingers slightly warm, slipped inside the bra, bringing a touch of coolness. "Mmm..." His tongue, hidden between her red lips
, continued its relentless exploration, glistening saliva sliding down their intertwined lips and tongue.

Before he knew it, the bra was off, and his large hands eagerly grasped her soft, white breasts, squeezing them hard.
He kneaded and rubbed, a mixture of violence and tenderness. His slender fingers gently circled the peach blossoms, a tingling, itchy sensation that felt
wonderfully comfortable. She lifted her upper body, offering her breasts to his hands.

"Hehe, what a passionate Sister Beibei." Noticing Chen Beibei's actions, he couldn't help but smile, his lips and tongue tracing
a path down her neck, leaving a trail of licks, bites, and faint red marks. He opened his mouth and bit the peach blossoms,
licking them gently. Feeling the blossoms gradually bloom, he began to gently bite them with his teeth, his nimble tongue
constantly teasing the blooming nipples. He opened his mouth and took her breasts in, sucking hard.

Chen Beibei had never known that having her breasts played with could bring such great pleasure. A tingling, pleasurable
wave emanated from her chest, making her involuntarily push her breasts even closer into his mouth.

"You're wet down there, aren't you, Sister Beibei?" Wenlong was very satisfied with her reaction, his lower body
pressing tightly against her with ill intent.

"Oh, the other breast is also eagerly blooming. Don't worry, I'll take care of you right away."
He opened his mouth and took the other breast into his mouth, sucking and playing with it more forcefully, his palm cupping the other breast,
kneading it constantly, sometimes lightly touching the peach blossom, sometimes pinching the nipple hard.

"Wenlong, huff... um..." Her breathing became more rapid, feeling the spring dew flowing from her vagina,
and she could n't help but squeeze her legs together.

"Is your lower flesh also eager? Has a lot of spring water flowed out?" He understood and sucked hard,
"Ah..." Her chest felt so good, she squinted her eyes, feeling the sucking that was sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

"Sister Beibei, don't rush, I will take my time to entertain you." He promised.

His large hand left the breast, his body slightly raised, and he quickly unbuttoned Chen Beibei's pants.

"Good girl, lift your legs. I will make you happier." He sweetly coaxed, and she cooperated by lifting her legs,
letting him pull down her pants. A pair of long, slender, fair legs were exposed, and her delicate skin
appeared even more translucent and smooth against the backdrop of green grass. Pink panties covered the dense bush, with a few unruly
black pubic hairs occasionally peeking out from the edge of the panties.

"No..." she said shyly, tightening her legs.

"Don't resist, let me take a good look at you!" A clear, gentle voice said, but his
large suddenly thrust into her tightly closed legs, sliding up her delicate inner thighs to her groin, forcefully spreading her legs apart.
"Pfft..." His laughter was like a pebble, causing ripples to spread across her heart.

"Sister Beibei, look, your little hole is so eager to flow, it's soaked through your panties."

He got up and took off his clothes. She stared at him intently, at his fair skin, strong body, and his
throbbing, erect member.

"You shameless little slut, staring at me so intently, don't you even try to look away?"
His obscene words, though offensive, sounded like heavenly music, captivating her.

"Wenlong, do you like me?" Chen Beibei suddenly asked.

"Sister Beibei, I like you," he declared, "and now, I like fucking you even more!"

He grabbed her beautiful legs, lifting them onto his bent shoulders, his fingers
quickly stroking the wet spot on her panties. A tingling sensation traveled from his fingers to her vagina, drawing out more fluids that seeped
through her panties and onto his fingers. He withdrew his hand, sniffing lightly, "Very sultry and fragrant." Such praise left her
speechless…

His enormous member pressed against her private parts, rubbing back and forth along the outer edge of her vulva. This friction caused her vagina to
writhe, opening and closing repeatedly, releasing streams of fluid. "You're so slutty, look, your fluids have soaked my
treasure." He gestured for her to look down.

Looking in that direction, she could indeed see his enormous member, large and thick, with a prominent opening on its massive head, and a deep purple
shaft covered in blue veins. Now, it was glistening with her spring dew.

Chapter 254: Chen Beibei (Part Two)

He grabbed her legs and brought them together, clamping his massive member between them. He began to rub against her panties, moving back and forth along the outer edge of her vulva, and
then forcefully thrusting into the most delicate skin at the base of her thighs. A burning sensation came from her private parts, and she twisted her lower body
to meet him, her vulva contracting and opening forcefully, rubbing against his massive member, experiencing a unique kind of pleasure. The
hidden pearl was occasionally found and poked by his round head, bringing a tingling pleasure.

She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, and soft moans flowed from her red lips, further fueling his interest.
"Ugh... little slut, I really want to fuck you to pieces!" he breathed heavily, gritting his teeth as he said fiercely.

After hundreds of unrestrained thrusts, the massive member pounded faster and harder, the sensation in her private parts
like a burning, tingling, and aching pleasure. With a final, forceful thrust, her clitoris was pressed against, her vagina
spasming violently, a gush of fluid gushing from deep within her, seeping through her panties onto the massive member.

He tilted his head back, seemingly savoring endless pleasure. Moments later, with another fierce thrust,
the massive member swelled even larger, his muscles stiffening slightly, the member trembling. He supported it with one hand,
shooting waves of hot, gushing fluid onto her slightly transparent, damp panties, the whitish liquid
gradually mingling with the dew through the pink fabric.

After the pleasure subsided, their breathing gradually became steady. After a quick tidying up and dressing, they stood side by
side by the window, gazing at the beautiful view before them.

Wenlong pulled her into his arms, his long, slender, jade-like fingers gently playing with a strand of her hair.

"Wenlong," she turned her head to gaze at him, her features as delicate and captivating as a landscape painting, her
clear gaze returning from afar to her beneath her long eyelashes.

"Hmm?" His pleasant voice rose slightly.

"I like you." Gathering her courage, she confessed loudly, her heart pounding faster.

Watching her cheeks gradually flush, her bright eyes sparkling, and hearing those soft, sweet words, a
gentle smile bloomed on Wenlong's perfect face. He gazed deeply at her and said, "I
like ."

"Really?" Chen Beibei pressed, happiness blooming in her heart like a flower.

Wenlong pondered for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on her, and he parted his thin lips, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "No."

His heavenly voice was flat, the two words, spoken with a light touch, struck her heart heavily. She lowered her head,
her eyes slightly moist, heartbroken. It was true, although he had said he liked her during their lovemaking, anyone knows the words spoken by
a man driven by lust are unreliable. Knowing full well that such a young, talented, and seemingly
perfect boy wouldn't like someone as ordinary as her, she still persists in asking, truly asking for trouble. (Moss Flower)
Even a small rice stalk can bloom like a peony.

"Silly girl, I was just kidding." Feeling a glistening tear fall onto his hand, Wenlong
felt the warmth of a tear for the first time—it felt so comforting. He sighed softly, but the warmth was fleeting. He lifted
Chen Beibei , and a soft kiss, carrying a faint warmth, landed on her red lips.

"Of course I like you," he whispered in her ear, looking at
the —a picture of a dignified and elegant mature woman with Beibei. "Is this your sister or your mother-in-law?
How many people are in your family? When are you going to take me to meet your family?"

"Pah! She's not your mother-in-law! You're shameless! I never said I had to marry you!" she
retorted playfully , but inside she was beaming with joy. Warm sunlight streamed into her moist heart, bringing seeds of happiness that slowly
sprouted, and the gentle spring breeze unfurled the flower called love.

"This is my mom, isn't she beautiful? Young? And so elegant! My dad
passed away seven years ago. My mom is a lawyer and has never remarried. My family is more female than male;
after my older sister was born, my parents always wanted a son but couldn't have one until I was born ten years later. My older sister's name is Chen Yi, she's
a nurse, ten years older than me, and married a police officer named Peng Fei. My niece's name is Lingling, she's thirteen this year,
a first-year junior high student, a pretty and cute little princess." Chen Beibei nestled happily in her lover's arms, saying, "If you
want to come to my house, I told my mom yesterday. Wait for her approval! She'll let me know and I'll take you
to meet her. Today, I'll focus on the construction work at the Xiangshui Village resort!" She didn't dare
tell Wenlong the truth immediately. She had told her mother yesterday that Wenlong wanted to visit her parents, but as soon as she mentioned Wenlong
's age, her mother shook her head.

What girl doesn't dream of love? What boy isn't sentimental? Finding a boyfriend should have been a happy occasion for her daughter,
but Beibei's mother not only disapproved but also vehemently opposed it, obstructing the relationship in every way possible. She was willing to escalate
the conflict with her daughter to maintain her stance. The reason was simple: she believed Wenlong was too young and unworthy of Beibei.

Wenlong only found out later. And Beibei? How did she respond to her mother? Beibei was like a stubborn ox, a
heifer who would go to any lengths. For days, she stubbornly refused to see or contact her mother, not uttering a single word. Wenlong
tried to persuade her to lower her stance and coax her mother, to say kind words—women, after all, might soften with a little coaxing. But no matter how much he
pleaded , she remained unmoved. Not only that, she even accused him of lacking courage and principles. Sometimes he
even wondered if she was cold-blooded, how could she be so heartless towards her own mother? This was simply her white-collar
work style, her personality, and it was impossible to force her.

And Wenlong? In short: he was anxious but helpless, and could only wait patiently.

Chen Beibei and Zhu Zhonghua went to Xiangshui Village to prepare for the construction of the resort. They planned to arrange for
the head office .

Wenlong looked out the office window and saw Yin Hong's slender figure approaching from afar.
After this period of time, Yin Hong's full figure was even more charming, and her clothes were becoming more
sexy alluring
. Her large eyes, under her long eyelashes, were always watery and misty, giving her a hazy and seductive charm.

Today, Yin Hong wore a white lace-trimmed blouse, a light blue pencil skirt, white
sheer stockings, and high-heeled sandals. Her hair was styled in a bun, like a young woman's updo. Wenlong quickly
called Yin Hong into the house.

Once inside, Wenlong quickly closed the door and eagerly pulled Yin Hong to sit on the sofa. Yin Hong
sat on Wenlong's lap with her plump body, letting his hands caress her breasts. She turned around and
kissed him, letting him suckle her soft, fragrant tongue for a while... To be honest,
Yin Hong had been wanting to see Wenlong these past few days. Since losing herself in Wenlong's almost wanton infidelity, she had almost
lost all the composure of a married woman. Today, the moment Wenlong touched her body, Yin Hong felt like she was
melting, her soft vulva slowly becoming wet.

"Sister Hong, do you want me to fuck you..." Wenlong whispered in Yin Hong's ear, his hand already
caressing her smooth thighs covered in stockings, while probing deeper... Yin Hong's face flushed red,
and she whispered, "Go to hell..." but she didn't object to his hands. Instead, she slightly parted her legs, letting his hands
caress the soft area at the base of her thighs.

Wenlong unzipped his pants, grabbed Yin Hong's hand, and made her reach inside to touch his thick, hard penis. Yin
Hong struggled slightly, but her hand had already grasped the warm thing, involuntarily pulling it
out and moving her hand up and down... Wenlong, panting heavily, had already slipped his hand inside Yin Hong's pantyhose,
touching her soft pubic hair while pulling down her panties and stockings under her skirt.

Yin Hong twisted her body, coquettishly saying, "What are you doing..."

"Fuck you!" Wenlong had already exposed Yin Hong's bare buttocks, his hand already touching
her wet vulva. Yin Hong trembled all over, her hand tightening... Wenlong could no longer restrain himself,
forcefully pulling Yin Hong's stockings and panties down to her knees, making Yin Hong face away from him, rolling up her skirt, and lifting
her body with both hands. Yin Hong also held Wenlong's erect penis, pushing it into her vaginal canal. With
a soft cry, Yin Hong sat on Wen Long's lap, her legs still entangled in stockings and panties, her high-heeled
sandals dangling from her toes.

"You little rascal, it's broad daylight and we're in the office, hurry up!" Yin Hong's alluring body leaned against Wen Long
, her fair legs stretched forward, the rolled-up stockings tangled around her round knees, a thick
penis deeply inserted between her legs, connecting their bodies...

After this period of time, the gentle Yin Hong was no longer averse to Wen Long's rape anytime, anywhere, especially in
the office , but her innate shyness still made her forever possess a captivating allure of feigned resistance, and even in this moment
, she was still a little reserved. At this moment, her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids,
the sound of water constantly filling the air as the penis moved inside. Yet she still let Wen Long hold her and move up and down, simply leaning softly against Wen Long's chest
...

After a while, Wen Long became unsatisfied, so he picked Yin Hong up and made her kneel on the sofa. Wenlong
played with Yin Hong's pert buttocks for a while before grabbing them with both hands and thrusting his thick penis
inside. Yin Hong's buttocks arched violently the moment it entered, her head almost touching the sofa seat.
As Wenlong thrust forcefully, Yin Hong trembled uncontrollably, her gasps sounding like gasps for breath
. Her already tight lower body gripped Wenlong's penis even more tightly…

Wenlong couldn't hold on for long before he felt he couldn't go on. Just
as , a knock sounded at the door. Both of them stopped moving.

Feeling the throbbing of his penis inside her and the spurts of semen, the knocking continued. Wenlong
slowly withdrew his penis. Yin Hong could only turn and sit on the sofa, ignoring the semen still flowing from her vagina,
quickly putting on her underwear and stockings and straightening her clothes. As they both caught their breath, the knocking
stopped. Wenlong cautiously went to check; no one was there.

Chapter 255: Yin Hong "You little rascal, I told you we'd be found out! You just like to bully me! You're so mean
, I'm never talking to you again!" Yin Hong sat there, her face flushed, feeling a little awkward. She hurriedly straightened
her clothes, gave Wenlong a playful slap, and quickly left.

When Wenlong chased after her, he saw Yu Fang gracefully walking by. She wore a gray suit with a white
shirt underneath, flesh-colored stockings, and gray-white high-heeled shoes. Her long hair was loose, adorned with
a red hair clip.

Yu Fang, this charming woman, always seemed to catch his eye, especially since she hadn't had sex these past two days due to
her period . Her supple waist seemed to possess a unique allure as she walked,
and her fair face was lightly lined with eyeliner, adding a touch of seductive charm to her eyes.

Previously, Yu Fang didn't dare to walk with her chest out too much, afraid that people's eyes would stare at her chest. But
now Yu Fang always holds her breasts high, and sometimes you can see them trembling under her thin clothes
.

Wen Long looked at this woman he couldn't get enough of, this beautiful woman whose sexiness was in her bones and whose charm was in her eyes
. His heart was pounding a little, and he felt an urge to urinate.

Yu Fang looked into Wen Long's eyes, and that burning desire made her flustered
. She glared at him and brushed past him.

In the instant they passed each other, Yu Fang's faint fragrance wafted into Wen Long's nose, as if it had entered
his heart. Looking at Yu Fang's round little bottom, he really wanted to take her down on the spot.

Yu Fang had already caught up with Yin Hong. The two of them entered the elevator together, giggling and laughing. Yin Hong even
hit Yu Fang with a hint of shyness and resentment. The moment the elevator doors closed, the two of them
glared at Wen Long at the same time.

It seemed most likely that it was Yu Fang who knocked on the door earlier, Wenlong thought to himself. These two women probably knew
about their relationship. As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and these two white-collar workers were enough to put on a good show.
No, I have to go to the art school to see Yu Fang!

Yu Fang sat in her office, thinking about Yin Hong she had just met. From the sounds outside, she knew Wenlong and
Yin Hong were having an affair in the office. She had her period the day before yesterday and hadn't been able to satisfy Wenlong,
so she could understand the little rascal's infidelity.

"Sister Fang, you're back in your principal's office so quickly? I rushed here but couldn't catch up. What
brings ? Why did you turn back without saying a word? Did I
do something wrong to offend you, Sister Fang?" Wenlong walked into the art school principal's office with a grin.

"Young Master Long, you must be joking. I'm always the one giving orders, how dare I give orders to Young Master Long? You must have rushed off
to catch up with Sister Hong, right? Did you fail to catch her and that's why you came here? You're the one who's truly honored to be here; my
little temple probably

can't contain such a great Buddha like you!" Yu Fang teased with a coquettish smile. "Sister Fang, you're so jealous!" Wen Long said with a wicked grin as he closed the door. "Whether your little temple can contain my
great Buddha or not, we'll have to try!"

"Hmm..." After closing the door, Wen Long tightly embraced Yu Fang and kissed her, kissing her so much that
she could hardly breathe, and her toes involuntarily lifted.

Wen Long's hand naturally slipped inside the collar of Yu Fang's suit, touching her
full breasts through the silk shirt. Yu Fang always wore those thin bras, so you couldn't
feel ; it was just the soft, full flesh.

Unbuttoning Yu Fang's shirt, Wenlong revealed her light blue lace bra—a half-cup type
with no padding—making her full breasts bulge.

"Sister Fang, take off your bra," Wenlong said, practically drooling. Yu Fang's fair skin, contrasted against
the light blue and white fabric, made her appear even more innocent and sexy.

"You little rascal, you weren't satisfied with teasing Sister Hong, now you're teasing me!" Yu Fang reluctantly unhooked the front of her bra
, her full breasts exposed to Wenlong.

Her skin was milky white, delicate and tender. Her breasts were full and round, firm and perky, showing no signs of
sagging . The small, round areolas, slightly reddish, surrounded a pair of small, pink nipples,
just beginning to harden, no bigger than soybeans. Even before they hardened, Yu Fang, a married
woman of over half a year, still had nipples as pink as a young girl's. Unbound, Yu Fang's breasts were
upright and conical, the nipples standing obediently and pretentiously.

This voluptuous woman sat at a desk, one leg crossed, her white shirt open
, one half of her sky-blue bra hanging loosely on either side of her breasts, exposing her full breasts
. A boy stood before her, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Yu Fang leaned softly against Wenlong, unsure whether to refuse or feel a surge of attraction. When the boy
's hand slipped under Yu Fang's skirt, tracing the smooth stockings to her most tender vulva, Yu Fang grabbed
Wenlong's groping hand: "You little rascal, no, stop touching me..." Wenlong's hand then slid
to Yu Fang's round buttocks, the tight stockings clinging to her bottom playfully sticking out under her skirt. The two groped each other, and
Wenlong moved Yu Fang to the front of the desk. Yu Fang kept saying no,
panting .

Wenlong pushed away Yu Fang's struggling
hands reached behind her, grasping her breasts and pressing her face down
onto the desk.

"You little devil, no! Let me go! Not today!" Yu Fang tried to get up, but Wenlong...
He pressed her down, his hands kneading Yu Fang's breasts, while his lips kissed her earlobe, making Yu
Fang's body go weak.

"Baby, if it didn't work the day before yesterday, it's fine, but it has to work today!" Wenlong's hand reached down, lifting Yu
Fang's skirt. Underneath Yu Fang's flesh-colored stockings was a pair of purple panties. Wenlong's hand circled Yu Fang's buttocks
twice, then slipped inside the stockings and panties, caressing
Yu Fang's smooth buttocks as he pulled the stockings and panties down to her buttocks.

Yu Fang felt the coolness in her lower body and the tightness of the stockings against her legs. Knowing that her buttocks were now bare,
she stopped struggling in vain. Besides, she herself didn't know whether she was struggling against Wenlong because of her earlier jealousy
or against herself.

Wenlong's hand touched Yu Fang's labia. Yu Fang shuddered, her buttocks tightening. Wenlong felt
the wetness there and quickly pulled down his pants, taking out his long-erect penis. He didn't
insert it directly, but instead placed it between Yu Fang's legs. His hand slipped under Yu Fang's clothes, lifted
her bra , and grabbed her round, full breasts, kneading them while
thrusting his penis between her legs, colliding with her tender vulva, making Yu Fang pant heavily, her smooth, white buttocks constantly
arching .

Wenlong stopped teasing, guiding it with his hand, and slowly inserted it, slowly all the way in.

"Ah! You big bad guy..." Yu Fang almost lay on the table, her buttocks raised high, her toes pointing
upwards, her heels off her shoes, only her toes still inside, her gray-white
high heels dangling wildly on the floor.

"Baby, I've missed you so much." Wenlong began thrusting, his body pressing down on Yu Fang's, his hands inside her
clothes, caressing her breasts, his hips moving vigorously back and forth.

Beautiful Yu Fang's head rested on the cool desk, her clothes loose, her large hands moving inside. Her
gray skirt was rolled up, revealing a section of her white buttocks, flesh-colored
stockings wrapped around her thighs, her buttocks thrusting out in a way that would make anyone's blood boil
.

"Ah...ah...oh...I can't take it anymore, you...ah..." Yu Fang cried out softly, pleading.
With each thrust of the boy's penis, Yu Fang's whole body trembled, the
sensation making Wenlong's penis feel even harder.

"Baby, you're driving me crazy, every time it feels different, it's so good."

"Ah...hum...go easy." Saliva dripped from Yu Fang's lips, forming a small puddle on the desk.

"Ahhhhh..." Just as Wenlong was enjoying himself, Yu Fang's phone rang on the table. He answered the phone while
slowly thrusting, holding it to Yu Fang's ear. Yu Fang was lying there, panting heavily.

"Honey, I'm at school!" "What? You'll be there soon?" "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you."
Yu Fang hurriedly hung up the phone.

Wenlong muttered, "Damn, is Brother Wu Bin coming? He's coming just in time!" His lower body didn't stop;
he sped up, no longer rubbing Yu Fang's breasts, but grabbing her buttocks, and
thrusting into her tender vagina.

"Ahhhhh, no... oh... I can't take it... ah... ah..." After two rounds of lovemaking with
Chen Beibei showed no signs of ejaculating. Yu Fang was almost unconscious on the table,
her buttocks raised, her vulva red and wet from Wenlong's penetration.

Wenlong, on the contrary, was clearly very excited. He lifted Yu Fang's right leg and pulled off her panties and stockings
. While removing the stockings, Wenlong touched Yu Fang's fair and tender little feet and couldn't help but caress them.

"Sister Fang, how come your feet are so beautiful?" Yu Fang's feet were small, fair, and tender,
even her heels were fair and tender. Her five little toes were plump, and her toenails, from the largest to the smallest, were round and
painted with light pink nail polish. Her little feet had a beautiful arc shape, and you couldn't see any bones.
They didn't feel fat at all, and they felt smooth, soft, and tender to the touch.

Chapter 256: Yu Fang At this moment, Yu Fang was wearing a gray suit and sitting back on the desk. One leg
was hanging over the edge of the desk, and her flesh-colored stockings and purple panties, which were half-removed, were hanging at her knees. Her fair right leg
was bare and was being caressed by Wenlong in front of his chest. A gray, tight skirt sat haphazardly on her buttocks, revealing Yu Fang's plump vulva between
her legs , with dozens of soft, dark pubic hairs lying profusely on it.

Wenlong, unable to restrain himself any longer, unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his feet along with his underwear
, grabbed Yu Fang's legs, and lifted her up. Yu Fang's legs were bent against her chest, quite uncomfortable, so she lay
down, her lower body arching.

Wenlong's hand touched Yu Fang's labia, getting wet and sticky; their earlier encounter had brought her to
orgasm. Looking down, he noticed that Yu Fang's usually pink labia, which were always tightly closed, were now slightly
parted , revealing the tender, red flesh inside, and the entire vulva was flushed and wet
.

Wenlong guided his penis, found Yu Fang's vulva, and easily inserted it again,
but the flesh inside still tightly gripped his penis.

"Fang-jie, that position was pretty impressive, wasn't it? It's still warm inside!" Yu Fang
lay on the desk with her eyes closed, her suit jacket open, but her white lace blouse still on
. Beneath the thin white blouse, her full breasts trembled slightly, fueling the imagination. Feeling Wenlong's penis
enter her , her buttocks tightened slightly. Listening to Wenlong's words, her face flushed slightly, but she remained silent.

Yu Fang's lower body was very slippery, making it easy for Wenlong to penetrate her. He couldn't help but speed up, and
loud splashing sounds came from where they were joined, "splash, splat... sizzle..." The slurping friction was
incessant .

Yu Fang let out a soft, suppressed moan, her rosy lips slightly parted, revealing
her pink tongue trembling gently inside. Her body moved back and forth on the table,
her legs dangling behind Wenlong swinging back and forth, the stocking on her left leg almost billowing with each kick
.

Wenlong, caught up in the moment, lifted Yu Fang's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into her.
He was touching Yu Fang's tender, red labia. Yu Fang's buttocks had already left the table, and this penetration made her
tremble all over.

"Ah... be gentle... ouch..." Yu Fang cried out, remembering that this was an office, she quickly
put her hand in her mouth and bit it, constantly letting out uncontrollable moans and gasps.

In the office, only Yu Fang's coquettish moans could be heard, and it seemed that she was covering her mouth and speaking
indistinctly , along with the squelching sounds of genitals rubbing together.

Wen Long was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and his pants were bunched up at his feet, his two hairy legs were bare, and
his strong, thin buttocks were swaying powerfully back and forth. A small foot wearing a gray high heel was exposed on his left shoulder,
and a stocking on one leg was hanging down from Wen Long's back. A small, white foot was exposed on his other shoulder,
and the toes were curled up. Although he couldn't see Yu Fang's face, he could imagine how
alluring she looked.

With Wenlong's heavy breathing, his strong buttocks pressed tightly against Yu Fang's body,
the flesh of his buttocks contracting repeatedly, and Yu Fang's small legs tensing up.

Wenlong, still panting heavily, released Yu Fang's legs and pulled up his pants.

Yu Fang's small hands were still in her mouth, and there were traces of saliva at the corners of her mouth; her face was flushed, her clothes
were in disarray, the hem of her shirt was pulled out, obviously someone had reached inside; her skirt was
rolled up to her waist, her genitals were exposed on the table, one bare leg hung down, the other leg
wore half-length pantyhose hanging on her knee, purple panties were rolled up on her thigh, and gray high heels were still
dangling from her toes.

"Sister Fang, it feels so good, I love you so much!" Wenlong hugged Yu Fang and kissed her again.

"My dear, I came to see you earlier to tell you about Wu Bin being hired as a visiting professor at our art school.
I didn't mean to accidentally interrupt your good time with Sister Hong. Who knew you weren't satisfied with Sister Hong, so you came here to
tease her!" Yu Fang said coquettishly while hurriedly straightening her clothes. "Good brother, he'll be here soon, you should
go!"

Considering that Wu Bin might return soon, Wenlong reluctantly left. Just as he stepped out of the art school, he
bumped into Wu Bin. The two shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Wu Bin, having heard from Yu Fang that Wenlong had specially approved his appointment as
a visiting professor, naturally thanked him repeatedly and said he would treat him to a good meal another day. Wenlong kept being polite, thinking to himself that he had already
eaten his fill by Wenlong's beautiful wife, before waving goodbye. He had to go with Sister Bing to meet Brother Yuanfang in the afternoon. He needed to go back,
have lunch, take a nap, shower, change clothes, and get ready to pick up Sister Bing from the theater troupe!

After their wanton escapade, Yu Fang felt weak all over, her lower body throbbing. She quickly tidied herself up, already dressed,
her dress wrinkled and her buttocks still damp…

Fifteen minutes after Wenlong left, Wu Bin arrived at the art school principal's office. Yu Fang was tidying up.
Unaware of his wife's unusual behavior, Wu Bin praised Wenlong, saying that although young, he was
a promising and discerning young man who had recognized her talent, hiring her as a visiting professor and showing her great respect.
He promised to invite Wenlong to their home for dinner to properly thank him.

Seeing her husband's obliviousness, Yu Fang felt helpless and could only lament her misfortune;
her vagina was still full of Wenlong's semen!

Seeing her husband's excitement, Yu Fang's guilt gradually faded, and she even
felt .

Two stories unfold, each telling its own tale. This afternoon, Han Bing, unusually, strolled through the pedestrian street. She needed to
buy some costumes for her upcoming role; since she was playing Wenlong's lover, her usual simple and elegant
clothes were somewhat inappropriate. When she returned to the rehearsal hall laden with beautifully packaged bags, her
students were astonished that their teacher's face had suddenly lost its usual sternness, looking rather cheerful.

She dismissed class early, then locked herself in her office. She took a nice hot shower,
then walked naked to the mirror, admiring herself. Her breasts were high and firm,
her belly slightly protruding, her curves beautiful. She covered her breasts with her hands, touching her nipples; they were hard and quickly
became erect.

She chose an extremely sexy black dress. The dress had large slits in the front and back,
barely covering her breasts, while the back slit reached her waist, almost revealing her ample buttocks. Unable to
wear opted for nipple covers, letting the silk fabric rub against her abdomen and thighs.

Han Bing scrutinized herself in the mirror, feeling a slight wavering in her confidence. Yet, it was undeniably
striking and tasteful. The soft, supple fabric clung tightly to her braless breasts. She styled
her hair, adding sexy accessories and a few wisps of curl extending to either side. Her makeup was minimal,
though she secretly applied a touch of bright lipstick beforehand and slipped on three-inch heels.

"I'm not Wenlong's sister anymore, I'm his lover," she murmured to her reflection,
recalling that unforgettable dream. Every detail was vivid in her mind: the boy, first so gentle, like a gentleman,
lightly caressing her erogenous zones, tenderly cherishing them as if they were fragile glassware.
Then how exciting it was, and how wild, wanton, and untamed she was before him, yearning
for unbridled indulgence and release.

Han Bing was jolted from her reverie by a sharp, urgent car horn blaring downstairs.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror and found herself remarkably beautiful, utterly captivating, an
allure no man could resist. Right at the theater troupe's entrance, Wenlong leaned against the car door,
a pair of .

He wore a soft white silk short-sleeved shirt, its loose, flowing style emphasizing his masculine
charm. The cuffs were loose, while the collar was narrow and straight. The shirt's whiteness further accentuated his gaunt, steel-
colored face—a combination of youthful beauty and muscular physique, all concentrated in this sixteen-year-old boy.
Han Bing felt her desire rising. When the car door slammed shut, all she could think of was letting this
boy take her wherever he wanted.

She felt utterly powerless, like a lifeless object. Her only remaining awareness was
waiting . Waiting. Now the car was moving, but it seemed to have suddenly sprouted wings, carrying
them towards the moon.

"Sister Bing, are you ready?" Wenlong noticed her appearance and teased.

He looked at her breasts, which rose and fell beneath the soft fabric of her tank top. She felt a strong, almost drooling desire in him as he looked at her almost
exposed breasts. He leaned closer, almost touching
her lips, and touched her bright red lipstick with one finger, studying its trace.

"So beautiful, shouldn't be ruined." Wenlong regretted ruining her flawless makeup and licked his
finger .

The SUV quickly drove away from the city, speeding along the road leading to the suburbs.

"Sister Bing, we should make this clear first, now you are my mistress, just
like ."

Wenlong paused for a moment, glancing at Han Bing, who said coquettishly, "Drive carefully
, I'm listening."

"Don't mind if I do anything intimate with you!" he continued.

"I'm afraid you'll eat me up," Han Bing laughed,
a strange excitement rising within her as she imagined herself as her brother's lover. *I've let you see my whole body, and you're still unmoved?* Han
Bing thought to herself.

"Sister Bing, if I dared to eat you up, wouldn't Brother-in-law Hua Ping come after me?!" Wen Long joked.

"How could he?" Han Bing said calmly. "Where are we going now?"

"To eat," Wen Long said simply, driving to a small town in the suburbs. He said to Han Bing, "Sister,
we're used to the food in the big city. Let's change things up and eat something new today."

"No way, we just want to avoid being seen, find a quiet place," Han Bing cleverly retorted. Wen Long
could only smile awkwardly; he always seemed particularly clumsy in front of his beautiful and shrewd sister.

The SUV wound its way along the road for a while, then suddenly the view brightened, and they were back at the seaside. Wen Long turned the car into
a wooden house by the sea.

Seeing the row of expensive cars in the parking lot, Han Bing silently acknowledged that this place was indeed worthy of such fine dining, and she was willing to
condescend to visit. Wen Long was on the phone, seemingly giving directions. Han Bing, bored, walked inside.
In front of the wooden cabin, bright lights illuminated a glass tank teeming with fish, turtles, crabs, and shrimp, their scales shimmering and translucent
. An oxygenation tube caused bubbles to rise to the surface. She looked at the sharks in the tank—six or seven, leaden-colored, with wide mouths, menacing
fangs, and dull, yet ferocious eyes.

After a while, a black Crown, like a cruiser, drove in, and a
young, .

Seeing this stunning beauty suddenly appear in this place, Han Bing immediately recognized her as Xiao Yan, the well-known
television . The clatter of her tired high heels approached.

What came into view was a round face like a full moon, with sharply defined features, her
skin flawless and porcelain-like. Her chin was upturned, the left corner of her mouth slightly slanted, and her double eyelids suddenly drooped, as if she didn't even
notice the person in front of her.

Chapter 257: Han Bing. She wore an expensive silk sweater, tightly wrapping her devilishly alluring figure. The exposed
neckline revealed a pair of full breasts that trembled subtly beneath the thin fabric. Her long, shapely legs,
clad in sheer black-gray stockings, accentuated the whiteness and smoothness of her thighs. Black high heels added
a striking touch, making her exude a captivating and alluring aura.

Following closely behind was a middle-aged man, also imposing and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Han Bing stared at the beautiful woman
who brushed past , and the woman happened to turn around and glance at her as well. Just then, Han Bing turned around, and the two
stared at each other for a full minute, both secretly admiring each other's beauty and charm. Wenlong then
beckoned her over and introduced her to them.

The woman extended her hand to Han Bing in a generous manner: "Hello, my name is Xiao Yan."

"Call me Han Bing." Two strong, delicate hands clasped together, their four beautiful eyes meeting, sparks flying.

Han Bing sensed a seductive allure in this woman's eyes, full of mature feminine charm, possessing
a captivating wildness and seductive power. She was clearly a woman with a strong sex drive, yet she was also incredibly
beautiful and exuded femininity. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister Xiao, you're so beautiful! Even more beautiful than on TV!" "You

're the real beauty!" Xiao Yan said with a smile.

"We're about evenly matched!" Han Bing's captivating phoenix eyes, gleaming with a crystalline light, fixed on Xiao Yan.

They politely declined each other's invitation as they entered the restaurant. The wooden staircase was not only weathered, exposing the raw wood, but also
rickety , making each step feel like missing a step. Han Bing, wearing high heels, walked with trepidation, but thankfully Wenlong
supported her waist from behind, allowing her to sway her slender waist gracefully like a willow in the wind.

The upstairs private room, though small, had a window facing the sea; it was simple but clean and quiet. The four of them
sat down, and Xiao Yan took a bottle of perfume from her bag and gave it to Han Bing: "I heard that Young Master Long has a confidante, and I didn't
expect her to be in the same industry. I brought a little gift that women like; please accept it."

Han Bing thought this woman was quite understanding and readily accepted the perfume.

The host personally served a pot of fragrant, rich soup, densely packed with pieces of seafood, and the wine was
their local medicinal wine, said to be good for kidney health and virility.

Xiao Yan stared greedily at the boiling meat. They all sniffed intently, the nutritious
aroma of meat filling their bodies and gradually energizing them.

No one stood on ceremony; everyone picked up their chopsticks and stirred the casserole. Despite being a simple soup, it contained a diverse
array top-quality seafood: shark fin, abalone, sea cucumber, lobster, and crab. They were now
eating voraciously. Yuanfang picked out a piece of sea cucumber, swallowed it in a few bites, and scalded himself, his eyes wide with shock.

Seeing the others with their heads down, staring intently at the contents of the pot, as if afraid someone would snatch it away, they kept stuffing food into
their . Their cheeks bulged—some on the left, some on the right, some on both. Several mouths
chewed simultaneously, creating a loud, sticky sound. They frequently raised their cups,
using the medicinal wine to neutralize the freshness of the bubbling ingredients.

The aroma grew stronger, and the water in the pot turned a murky broth. Leftover food scraps and shells piled high on the table. Han Bing
wanted rice, so she ordered a separate dish of pickled vegetables and a stir-fried seasonal vegetable dish. As soon as it was served, Xiao Yan devoured
half of it. The eating slowed down; those who had been drinking were flushed, and even those who didn't were eating in the smoky, smoky atmosphere.
At room temperature, her cheeks were flushed.

"Wenlong, where did you put me?"
After and left, Xiao Yan spoke up. "I've just had a three-hour flight, and I can't wait to take a nice
hot shower and lie down on a comfortable bed."

"Sister-in-law, if you're so eager to go to bed, then I'll cancel the rest of the program," Wenlong said, glancing
at Yuan Fang. Through her half-open, slightly drunken eyes, Xiao Yan whispered
a few words into Yuan Fang's ear.

He echoed, "No, Wenlong, I want to go to bed as soon as possible too."

Han Bing gasped. Their ordinary words sounded incredibly shameless to her, but they were enough to excite her.

Wenlong quickly paid the bill, and the four of them filed out. As they descended the narrow wooden stairs, Han Bing heard
Yuan Fang say to Wenlong, "Brother Wenlong, don't bother me tonight. Xiao Yan definitely won't let me off easily."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, I think so too," Wenlong echoed.

Yuan Fang laughed and said, "Alright, let's each party all night long tonight." Then, the two men let out
a knowing laugh.

They returned to their cars. Han Bing sat in the luxurious and comfortable sedan, trying to relax, mustering her
courage and confidence, even displaying the arrogant air she exuded on stage. But she knew in her heart that this
couldn't completely eliminate her inner unease and tension. Finally, finally, she could legitimately share a room with her younger brother,
Wenlong .

As the road became increasingly rugged and winding, the trees on both sides blocked out the sun, covering the deserted road. The sound of water lapping
in the distance could be heard.

"We're here, Sister Bing, come with me," Wenlong said. Han Bing was lost in thought, not noticing that the car had already stopped.
Wenlong had opened the door for her, waiting for her to get out. She stepped out of the car. In the night,
a gust of wind , one or two landing on Han Bing's head, as if someone was
playing a joke on her.

Han Bing picked up a fallen leaf and looked around. A few neon lights, like warm-colored eyes in the night, sparsely illuminated
the thick brick wall covered with green plants. A three-story villa with a lush green lawn immediately caught her eye.
Flowers bloomed one after another in the round gardens on both sides of the building, and an indescribable fragrance and beauty wafted in the air. Then,
the shimmering lake in the distance captivated her.

Wenlong pushed open the two heavy, carved doors, which were right next to the spiral staircase. He stepped aside and
let them into the house.

"I've never heard of you having such a nice place?" Han Bing asked.

Wenlong turned to her and said, "It was my aunt who arranged it. She and my uncle originally stayed here during their vacation back in China, but
things have changed. The villa is still there, but my uncle is gone. Actually, I rarely come here myself." Han

Bing followed them into the hall, her heels clicking on the white marble floor. She looked around the hall: gilded pillars embedded in the walls, a huge chandelier, scattered small and exquisite tables and chairs, and a large bouquet of meticulously arranged, vibrant flowers. The living room was large, with carpets scattered across the smooth marble floor. Antique glass cabinets held leather cases, and a complex, high-end audiovisual system almost occupied one wall. Wenlong led them, enthusiastically introducing the villa's layout. He described the villa's features with great familiarity, showing them through each ornately decorated room and interesting furnishing. Han Bing followed him mechanically, absentmindedly, barely listening to a word he said. Xiao Yan chose the third floor as their stage for their passionate encounter. There was a spacious terrace surrounded by flowers and plants, facing the misty lake. Shamelessly, she said to Han Bing, "We can drink tea or coffee here, or even try having the sky as our blanket and the ground as our bed." Han Bing also thought how exciting it would be for the two of them to make love naked in this fragrant garden . "Sister-in-law, don't forget to put a blanket on the floor; it gets chilly here at night," Wenlong joked. Han Bing and Wenlong had no choice but to retreat to their room on the second floor. She had never seen such a luxurious and spacious room. A huge bed, a wall covered with mirrors, a large vase filled with fresh flowers—her eyes were drawn to the oil painting above the bed, depicting a couple embracing intimately, in a state of extreme excitement. Han Bing stood in front of the wall-like mirror. When Wenlong's and her own faces appeared in the mirror, she reached out and touched Wenlong's face with her fingertips, from his forehead to his nose, and then lingered on his lips for a long time. Although Han Bing 's fingers were merely caressing his reflection in the mirror, Wenlong felt an overwhelming urge. He dared not move, as if he were facing a dangerous contraption ready to explode, and that even the slightest movement of his finger would endanger her family's safety. He felt that, as a sixteen-year-old boy, his fear at this moment was as intense as his desire , and he didn't know where this fear came from; it certainly wasn't from his mind. His mind was like a busy, hot, chaotic bathtub. The two of them remained frozen in the mirror. Wenlong timidly adjusted his gaze to meet Han Bing's eyes, her clear, bright eyes fixed on him. Wenlong seemed to be reminded by this gaze, as if Han Bing was silently saying to him, "Hug me!" He gasped for breath, as if suffocating, but his heartbeat didn't slow down at all. Han Bing's expression of "Hug me" reappeared before his eyes, as if within reach. Her expression, her gaze, her endearing voice—everything about her struck Wenlong like a force he had never experienced before. He had never found such captivating allure in , not even his aunt Bai Shuzhen. Yet, in his eyes and heart, Han Bing was unlike any of his other women! "Bing-jie, I'll run the tub. You can take a hot bath," Wenlong said, then fled as if fleeing, leaving Han Bing alone in front of the mirror. Her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears. She felt utterly dejected and sad, and in a fit of pique, she stripped herself naked, even removing her underwear, moving about the room in a daze, all her disappointment and loneliness written on her face. Wenlong filled the tub, showing no excessive surprise at her appearance. He placed a stack of brand-new towels and a bathrobe in the bathroom and invited Han Bing inside. The bathroom was inside the bedroom. Han Bing was deeply immersed in the black marble bathtub, her fair skin shimmering like pearls. She spread her arms and legs, resting them on the bathtub.

At the edge of the bathtub, her long, jade-like legs were spread wide, her hair disheveled and messy.

Chapter 258: Han Bing (Part Two)

She looked like a resentful woman abandoned by a man. She gritted her teeth and secretly resented Wenlong's cowardice
and timidity, while on the other hand, she examined herself for being too conservative, because in people's eyes she
was so arrogant, so imposing, and seemingly unapproachable. She was like seaweed in the ocean,
floating and swaying in the waves. She was controlled and carried by the water, sometimes sinking into the troughs and sometimes surging to the crests,
splashing waves, seemingly responding to the continuous desires within her body.

Wenlong could vaguely see the snow-white body lying in the bathtub through the crack in the door that was not closed tightly.
He understood Han Bing's painstaking efforts all too well. He wondered why he couldn't face her,
why he had to remain silent about what had happened between them. He began to think that he had missed something and had let down
Han Bing's infatuation.

Recalling Han Bingjie's past boldness in front of him, the waves of desire that had engulfed him, the surge of
passion , he knew that if he took the initiative even slightly, everything would fall into place. He had been
overwhelmed by the excitement and extreme sexual ecstasy that Han Bingjie had stirred within him, but he was also bound by traditional values. He was clearly
hesitant because of the taboos between them.

When Han Bingjie emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a loose bathrobe. As she walked, she tightened
the loose belt, making her breasts stand out high. They were rounded and encased, exuding
allure . Wenlong stared at her, his gaze lingering on her. His penis gradually hardened. She was naked inside the bathrobe
, the remaining water stains running down her skin, the scent of shower gel filling the air.

Han Bingjie stood by the bathroom door, with the same
expression She didn't speak, just blinked at Wenlong. Wenlong lowered his gaze. He felt that Han Bing's blinking
eyes and pouting lips were just as alluring as her "hug me" expression. Wenlong was captivated by her appearance,
his passion aroused. They seemed to be waiting for something, anticipating something.

She walked to the chair, and instead of concealing her buttocks with her skirt as usual, she
brazenly pushed it aside, allowing him to easily glimpse her shapely legs, bare buttocks, and
the tips of her fair thighs. They sat in armchairs on either side of the white marble fireplace, an awkward
silence falling between them. Wenlong tried to stop trembling. He noticed she wasn't wearing underwear.

Han Bing's wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her high, white breasts peeked out from her barely concealed
bathrobe. He noticed that when his gaze traveled downwards and stopped at the tips of her thighs
, her knees trembled slightly. His penis immediately swelled to the point of bursting.

Han Bing, not wearing underwear, had such delicate and subtle pubic hair that it seemed she had groomed herself.
He thought he could vaguely hear her seductive moans; her legs and lips were parted, welcoming him. A burning
desire rose within him, searing his skin. To conceal his rising desire, Wenlong stood up,
saying he also wanted a cold shower.

In the bathroom, he turned on the tap, adjusted the temperature, and picked up the showerhead. A wave of icy coldness
spread throughout his body, incredibly comfortable; the spray of cold water wet his skin,
flowing over him . The cool marble and the splashing water created a striking contrast. What a wonderful shower!

A figure flashed past the window; Wenlong vaguely saw it was Yuan Ba, but the movement was too fast for him to make out clearly.
He had known a little about the relationship between Yuan Fang, Yuan Ba, and Yuan Qing since childhood, and he wasn't particularly interested in it. But since Brother Yuan Fang had brought
Xiao Yan on a date, he must at least be bisexual, right? With Yuan Ba arriving at this time, was it a double-dragon
affair? Or was it a facade, with Xiao Yan merely a prop, a cover? Wenlong couldn't figure it out,
and he didn't bother to think about it anymore.

The water flowed slowly from the soles of his feet to his limbs, then down his abdomen, flowing towards his erect penis beneath his thick
pubic hair . The water flowed repeatedly along this path, stimulating him again and again, the flow sometimes
slow, sometimes fast, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce. Suddenly, he opened his eyes from the flowing water and found Han Bing standing in
front of him.

Her bathrobe seemed to have its collar lifted, revealing her long neck and slender collarbone, as well as a
large expanse of dazzling white skin below. One of her thighs was bent, almost exposing the hem of her bathrobe, revealing two captivating jade-like
legs. Wenlong found himself unable to control himself; his penis, which had just been cooled by the cold water, became erect again.

His naked body shone, and he was almost completely still from shame. When she stared at him,
his face suddenly turned red and purple.

"Don't do this, Sister Bing, we're different from them." Wenlong hurriedly grabbed a bath towel, quickly
wrapped it around his lower body, and tied a knot around his stomach. In his mind, Sister Bing
was indeed different from other women, even his aunt Bai Shuzhen.

"What do you mean by 'this' and 'that'? I don't understand." Han Bing said, laughing heartily, her laughter carrying a hint of wickedness.
Deep down, she liked the sound of her laughter; she wanted it to sound natural, without any affectation.
She took a step forward, their bodies almost colliding.

"You mean, just because we're siblings? Besides, aren't we even blood siblings!" she
said , trying to make her voice and gaze fiery.

"Sister, I can't explain it," Wenlong said, carefully avoiding her body as he walked away, his
inner tension palpable.

"Wenlong, stop fooling yourself. You're just too scared." She followed him out and said from behind, "Wenlong
, you're sixteen now, you have several girlfriends, you're a grown man now, why
are you so timid?"

"Is that so!" He smiled somewhat unnaturally. Han Bing vaguely sensed that he wanted to launch into a long speech, to comment on
something, and the words were on the tip of his tongue—words she didn't want to hear.

She gave him a warning look, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and shrugged: "I want to have a drink."

"Okay, I'd like a drink too, it'll help me fall asleep." Wenlong said, walking out of the room. A moment later, he returned carrying a tray
in and a bottle of foreign liquor in the other. Han Bing stared intently at the bottle, like a connoisseur of wine; she
was a little drooling.

"Where's the ice?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling, like a seasoned restaurant manager in surprise.
She cried out in bewilderment.

Wenlong had no choice but to leave the room again. When he returned, he saw Han Bing lying half-reclined on the bed, swirling
a half-filled glass of wine in her hand, staring at him with a hazy gaze. Han Bing's bathrobe was almost fully open, the belt
loosely tied around her waist. Wenlong glanced at her smooth, curvaceous legs and
the deep cleavage between her breasts.

When Han Bing saw him come in, she quickly changed her position. She looked down and saw that her legs were spread apart, the white
bathrobe had bunched up to her waist, and her exposed pubic hair looked like a burning flame, her full, moist labia
glistening in the dim light. Wenlong stopped in surprise, studying her intently, as if he had forgotten what he was about to do
.

Han Bing smiled at him, feeling relaxed and comfortable. "Brother, what's wrong?" Her long hair was disheveled,
her eyes were bright and sparkling, and her bright red, slightly erotic lips were slightly pouting. "Come here, add some ice." Her
voice was full of seduction and coercion. But her eyes, her head tilted, appeared calm,
though filled with an indescribable heat, a boiling lust.

Wenlong walked laboriously to the bedside, placing an ice cube in her hand. She swirled the wine in her glass;
the ice diluted the dark red liquid, making it appear lighter. He didn't leave, standing beside her,
gently kissing her hair. A strong,
sensual a fiery, alluring fragrance that pierced his nose.

Han Bing's nerves pounded. She was never impulsive or lost control, but she felt the time was ripe.
If she hesitated now, if she delayed, she would miss a golden opportunity. "No,
more !" she cried out, staring intently into his eyes.

His eyes were the blue of the sea, a color that often appeared in her dreams, igniting her passion. Under his gaze, her
body seemed to melt into a pool of water, becoming liquid. Her heart pounded wildly; she could
even feel her lips trembling, yet he hadn't touched her at all.

"One kiss," she whispered, feeling her lower abdomen tighten, "Brother, I just want one kiss."

"Sister, just one kiss?" he repeated, clearly amused. He was right beside her now. His
body pressed against hers, one hand on the bed, the other gently resting on her shoulder. It wouldn't take
much effort; with just a slight movement, he could push her down onto the mattress, pinning her beneath him.

He wasn't old, but he was strong and tall, easily possessing her, and she needed him so
desperately . She lay heavily on the mattress, knowing she wanted him so, so much.
Tears welled in her eyes as she said again, "Just one kiss."

She closed her eyes, feeling his hands slide through her long hair, turning her face towards him, his breath
teasing her temples. His eyebrows, his lips gently touched hers, his tongue kissed her
eyelashes, carefully licking away the tears at the corners of her eyes. Her lips parted, waiting, waiting for his powerful
lips , tongue, and teeth.

When she felt his mouth move towards her ear, her whole body involuntarily stirred, an uncontrollable
desire rising within her. Her breasts heaved restlessly beneath her bathrobe, her nipples erect and hard. When his
tongue kissed her earlobe, she almost screamed. His lips kissed her gently, so
tenderly , so softly.

His lips slid across her face, down her cheeks, her chin, just avoiding her mouth. Her
nerves were on edge, her lips burning with an intense thirst. She could hardly bear this torment any longer; this
waiting was a silent pain.

Han Bing groaned, her lips dry and parched. She felt his mouth against hers, as if whispering something.
His tongue licked her chapped lips, moistening them, and his teeth gently
rubbed against them. She stretched out her tongue to search for his, to feel his warm, moist tongue, but he withdrew it.

Chapter 259: Han Bing (Part 3)

Wenlong kept his eyes closed. He knew that if he opened them and met Bing-jie's gaze, it would ignite
the explosion that was about to erupt within him. He forced himself to remain motionless. He knew that if he moved even slightly, his nerves
would go out of control, and a wave that should not have come yet would surge within him. It seemed like several hours had
passed Han Bing sighed softly, sliding her lips away from his.
A sigh filled with extreme disappointment escaped her lips.

If she had spoken, even just one word, things would have been different. He would have
forcefully pushed her onto the bed, quickly undressed, and shared this quiet, beautiful moment with her. But she
remained silent , sitting motionless, head bowed, brow furrowed, lost in thought. When she looked up, tears
welled in her eyes.

"I don't know how I could have become so shameless, Wenlong!" she whispered. He shook his head, but she seemed to have misunderstood
; the tears that had already spilled over dispelled her resentment.

"Sister Bing, I can't do this. I can't let you be ruined," Wenlong said. Han Bing seemed
unaware that she was sobbing. He silently rose from his chair and walked behind her.

"At this moment, it's like standing on a precipice," he said softly, as if talking to himself.
"Sister Bing, I can't imagine what would have happened if we had taken another step forward."

"What…" she asked in surprise, feeling his hand on her shoulder. Han Bing's arm went limp , and her body collapsed like a long-soaked, crumbling wall. Wenlong saw a deep despair
in her eyes .
The resentment in that desperate gaze could move any man, leading him to take a step forward, whether
plunging into an abyss or soaring to the clouds—it was all unpredictable.

Wenlong was bewildered. Seemingly driven by her emotions, he gently placed an arm on her body.
Han Bing didn't move, closing her eyes to feel its weight. The entire room fell silent, even the lights seemed
to dim. Wenlong moved closer to Han Bing, then gently rested his head on her shoulder.

Han Bing lowered her arms and pulled him into her embrace. Her eyes remained closed, but tears still welled up
. Everything was so quiet, including their breathing. Wenlong raised his hand and touched
the tears on her cheek; he couldn't fathom the nature of her emotions. He left Han Bing's embrace; Han Bing then...
She raised her hands above her head, as if greeting life. All of this, like time itself, left no trace.

They lay quietly, listening to the sounds of the night, listening to their own hearts, unable to sleep. Wenlong
's retreat, his avoidance, seemed more like leaving her hanging. Han Bing felt as if she'd been thrown into a desolate place.
She had to sit up, put on a coat, and stare at the vague outlines of the furniture in the darkness, unable to utter a word
. She resentfully drank the last of her drink and poured herself another.

Han Bing's head throbbed; her mind was scattered, her thoughts a jumbled mess, impossible to concentrate. She felt weary and
wanted to doze off. Her desires unfulfilled, without enough coffee, she drifted into a daze, wondering why she had let herself
be entangled in this inextricable web of lust. She pondered this. She was drenched in sweat, her face contorted in
pain as if tormented by burning desire.

Wenlong had fallen asleep. She gently traced her brother's cheek with her fingers, wanting him to tell her everything,
perhaps all the sins, so that she would once again, like before, like a fool,
understand from the depths of her heart and soul: everything he did made sense, she could understand, because she loved him so much!

Thinking this, Han Bing suddenly felt as if her heart, along with her pride and self-respect, had been
mercilessly . She felt a suffocating pain. Her whole body was cold with anger, feeling frustrated and
defeated. All her efforts had been in vain. Han Bing leaned back on the pillow and fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up, refreshed by a good night's sleep. Wenlong was
curled up in the blankets, only his prominent nose visible. She quickly recalled everything that had happened the night before. She felt
her breasts were still heavy and swollen, and there was an unfamiliar stinging pain between her thighs. She quietly slipped out of bed,
careful not to wake him.

She slipped on her silk robe and tiptoed downstairs to get coffee, surprised that she had completely forgotten
the unpleasantness . She saw Xiao Yan and Yuan Fang on the balcony, drinking coffee.

"You're up early, Sister Xiao?" she said, scrutinizing her with a questioning look. She looked
energetic , happy, radiant, her eyes sparkling with excitement; she thought
this was what flowers looked like after a night of rain and dew.

"I went to bed early last night," she smiled, pouring some coffee for Han Bing and picking out a pastry.
" You two must have had a wild night too," Han Bing said, unsure how to answer, nodding and then
shaking her head noncommittally. Yuan Fang slowly flipped through his laptop, yawning, seemingly uninterested in Xiao Yan and Han Bing's conversation
.

He wore a loose t-shirt and baggy shorts. Occasionally, he glanced up at Han Bing and was suddenly
involuntarily drawn to her. Her long, flowing hair and thick, expressive eyebrows made her particularly
striking.

"You greedy woman," Han Bing said playfully, stepping forward and pressing her hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder.

"I've been starving all night; I was only focused on partying last night." Xiao Yan licked her fingers, cleaning off the
sweet syrup.

"Han Bing, you look tired," Yuan Fang said, his voice low and full of concern and
warmth . She looked directly at him, intentionally avoiding his question. She knew she
must look exhausted and pale—the result of a sleepless night.

"Am I the same? Both of us are worn out by men," Xiao Yan said with a laugh, shameless and unashamed.

Wen Long got up and came over. He said, "Sister Xiao, who's been messing with you? Tell me and I'll make sure he
doesn't !"

Yuan Fang sensed a tense atmosphere between them, unsure of the reason or if there was
something deeper.

Han Bing could feel Yuan Fang's gaze lingering on her body, sometimes on her chest, sometimes
on her thighs. She noticed he would occasionally glance quickly at Xiao Yan.

"What a lovely morning. Let's go swimming together. Han Bing, would you like to come too? It's such a waste to come all this way and not
go swimming ." She kept chattering on.

Han Bing glanced quickly at Wenlong, who said, "You guys have fun, I'll drive out and prepare
a big lunch for you." They went back to their rooms to change into their swimsuits. Yuan Fang continued drinking his coffee,
looking out at the vast, misty lake through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room. Wenlong was about to leave when Yuan Fang called him back, asking him to bring back
a pack of cigarettes.

Wenlong said he didn't smoke, but that he sometimes smoked with Xiao Yan when they were together. Wenlong agreed, and soon
the sound of a car engine starting could be heard. Han Bing came downstairs first, almost naked, a
white bikini covering part of her fair, smooth body. Her breasts
were high and firm under the tight swimsuit, her nipples clearly visible.

Yuan Fang stared blankly, his mouth dry, and a certain part of his body began to react, becoming hard.
Han Bing walked gracefully towards him, exuding an elegant sensuality that she might not even be aware of.
She knew she held an irresistible attraction for him.

"Why aren't you changing into your swim trunks?" Han Bing asked, leaning back on the chair with one leg bent, half her buttocks provocatively
protruding forward, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders.

Yuan Fang laughed, "There's not a soul in sight for miles around, so it doesn't matter if I'm naked."

"Let's talk about it when you're alone with Xiao Yan. You at least have to respect me," Han Bing said, deliberately putting on a serious face
. Yuan Fang expertly sized up the woman before him. Her attitude was completely different from when they first met yesterday; she
looked more charming and alluring. No wonder Wenlong was interested at such a young age.

"What are we talking about?" Xiao Yan came downstairs wearing a one-piece red swimsuit, carrying Yuan Fang's swim
trunks and a towel.

"We were talking about you," Han Bing smiled, her warm and friendly smile quickly dispelling the awkwardness and
unease.

The glass door opened, revealing clear lake water bathed in the morning sunlight, shimmering with a deep blue light. Nearby
were clay flowerbeds, bursting with vibrant, colorful flowers. Behind the villa, a meticulously
manicured lawn stretched out, surrounded by dense, dark green bushes and scattered deck chairs.

They walked together towards the water's edge. Han Bing and Xiao Yan stood on a concrete platform, while
Yuan Fang climbed onto a diving platform, preparing to jump.

"You don't know how deep the water is; don't take the risk," Han Bing said worriedly.

Yuan Fang grinned at her, "Don't worry, the fact that there's a diving platform proves the water is deep enough."
She saw Yuan Fang's half-naked body, calm and elegant, and was anticipating the cool, emerald-green water embracing him.

"I'll let you explore first." With that, he leaped into the water, diving deep like a fish.
Han Bing and Xiao Yan followed suit, their bodies churning the calm surface, creating ripples that echoed
with their cheerful laughter.

When Wen Long returned, he saw a nearly naked woman lying on the lawn. Yuan Fang was sitting
beside her, applying sunscreen to her back. As he approached the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw that the woman had
unbuttoned her bikini top, and Yuan Fang's hand was caressing her fair back. Yuan Fang glanced at Wen Long, seemingly casually
, and continued applying the sunscreen.

Chapter 260: Han Bing (Part 4)

The woman spread her legs wider, and Yuan Fang's hands continued to slide down, stopping on her thighs, one
finger seemingly brushing against her cleft. Suddenly, he noticed Xiao Yan standing up from the water in the distance, and he
was shocked to see that the woman lying there was undoubtedly Han Bing. Later, Yuan Fang's hands may have gone too far, and Han Bing playfully slapped him
away, but she wasn't angry. She just said something, and Yuan Fang even smiled and glanced at Wen Long again, intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Long heard Han Bing's laughter echoing. Yuan Fang was using all his charm to please her, and she was also
enticing him with her seductive eyes, making him bolder and more intense in teasing her, which excited her greatly.
Watching all this from afar, Wen Long's eyes were filled with angry lust. He felt
dissatisfied with Han Bing's flirtatious behavior, perhaps because he subconsciously already considered Han Bing as his lover.

Just then, Wenlong saw Xiao Yan emerge from the water. Her one-piece swimsuit seemed even tighter, and with each
step , her breasts swayed up and down. Wenlong watched the two of them from afar, secretly comparing
their figures in his mind. Although Xiao Yan's body also aroused him, he was even more captivated by Sister Han Bing.

Wenlong paced back and forth in the kitchen. The thick soup on the stove was boiling and overflowing from the pot, sizzling as it hit the fire
. He was intensely burning with a furious lust that he could not bear. Just
then, Sister Han Bing walked in and exclaimed, "My food has gone bad." Her skin was smooth and shiny from being coated with oil
, her hair was loose, and her body was still immersed in the excitement after flirting with Yuan Fang.

"Sister Bing, I'm warning you, you'd better watch yourself," Wenlong said, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"What did I do?" Han Bing said casually, turning to leave.

Wenlong grabbed her bare arm: "I don't care what you want, but you have to consider Xiao Yan's feelings."
His pride and jealousy made him speak with a stern face.

Han Bing paused for a moment, her arm still entwined with his; the memory of them being naked together made
him involuntarily want to pull her closer. She pushed him away, coldly saying, "I don't know what you're talking about." With that,
she shook off Wenlong's hand and headed for the stairs. Wenlong felt terrible. He realized that Han Bing had
transferred her affections to that other man. He smoked several cigarettes in the kitchen, finally managing to sort out his
emotions .

Lunch was prepared on a wooden table on the lawn, very lavish. Tender steaks, grilled prawns, raw
oysters, and fruit filled the table, along with several bottles of mineral water shimmering in the sunlight and a bottle of red wine.
There wasn't a full set of cutlery, but around the table were glasses, plates, and cutlery for four people,
next to a ceramic wine cooler.

Wenlong went into the living room and invited them out to eat. Yuan Fang leaned back in the large black sofa,
her legs crossed and propped up on the edge of the table. Han Bing watched her patiently from the other side of the table, a
mischievous glint . In the distance, a large television screen displayed erotic images.

They were both still wearing swimsuits; Yuan Fang wore black briefs, the tight crotch just covering his bulging breasts
. Han Bing's bikini wasn't completely dry, clinging damply to her warm, white skin, and Wen
Long noticed her erect nipples. He searched his memory of her; Han Bing
felt both familiar and strange to him.

"Dinner's ready. Where's Sister-in-law Xiao Yan?" Wen Long asked casually. Yuan Fang gestured towards the upstairs area.

"I'll go call her." Han Bing stretched and relaxed. Yuan Fang deliberately
followed her every move with a burning gaze, following her graceful steps. Wen Long, seeing
the eyes, felt a surge of jealousy.

Later, they walked out of the living room together. Yuan Fang put on sunglasses to cover his eyes and looked up at the sun.
It must be past two o'clock now, almost three. He touched the edge of the large oval plate; it was cold, and
the vegetables inside were very fresh.

"Wen Long, tell me honestly, how did you get Han Bing?" Yuan Fang was already sitting at the table,
pouring rich red wine into two glasses.

"Well, we were neighbors and childhood sweethearts. But we were young and naive back then. She got married and started her own
family. We only met again recently," Wen Long fabricated a story.

"Oh, I see." Yuan Fang casually glanced at the table. Wenlong's dishes were
exquisite, beautifully presented, and incredibly appetizing.

"Han Bing and I get along very well," Yuan Fang said casually, carefully observing Wenlong's face. Wenlong
was burning with jealousy; he couldn't tolerate Yuan Fang speaking of Bing-jie's name so intimately. He remembered kneeling
between her legs, gently applying sunscreen to her, while Han Bing's eyes burned with a provocative light
.

"She's stunningly beautiful," Yuan Fang continued to mutter to himself.

"Yes," Wenlong said, stuffing a piece of beef into his mouth. He coughed violently, as if choking.
Yuan Fang seemed oblivious, continuing to mutter, "She's extraordinary, beautiful and charming," and reached for his wine.

Suddenly, he sneered at Wenlong and said, "You brat, don't think I don't know about your affair with Han Bing.
Everyone knows what's going on in their hearts, and nobody can hide anything from anyone else."

Wenlong said, "You're overthinking it. What am I hiding?" Yuanfang

said, "What nonsense do you think I have? Do you think everyone in the world is stupid? I'm not stupid. Let me tell you honestly, Wenlong
, I'm not trying to trick you, but Han Bing has already told me everything."

Wenlong didn't know what Han Bing had said to him in private, and he felt a little flustered. Fortunately, Yuanfang only teased
him a few times and didn't pursue the matter further, and didn't even take it to heart.

From the living room to the lakeside dining table, Han Bing and Xiao Yan stepped out of the living room. Han Bing seemed a little unaccustomed to
the outdoor moment, letting her eyes adjust to the scorching, dazzling light. Han Bing had
changed her clothes; she wore a white, tight-fitting tank top that revealed her smooth shoulders, and loose shorts that showed off her slender legs. Xiao Yan wore
a flowing pink jumpsuit, her hair loosely and casually piled up.

Holding hands, they were completely oblivious to the two dumbfounded men. As they approached, Han Bing said, "Why
are you two so serious?"

Xiao Yan continued, "Are you discussing important national affairs?"

This caused Yuan Fang to burst into laughter. He said, "I was discussing with Wenlong whether I should find a girlfriend. I
don't plan to bring the great host Xiao along on this mission."

"Then if you come alone, there will be no one to take care of you," Han Bing said.

Wenlong interrupted her, "How could people from our little town possibly catch Yuanfang's eye?" Yuanfang's
intentions seemed crystal clear; he was openly blatantly disregarding Han Bing's feelings and presence. Wenlong
was furious; the tenderness and affection he had felt when Han Bing was with him suddenly returned.

Yuanfang laughed heartily and suddenly blurted out, "Far away, yet so close at hand." Wenlong became a little nervous and
glanced at Xiao Yan, who was drinking her beverage. Xiao Yan, however, leaned back in her chair, seemingly unfazed; she appeared
used to Yuanfang's bluntness.

"Stop joking around, or you'll offend Sister-in-law Xiao Yan," Wenlong quickly said.

Xiao Yan's eyelids drooped: "I'm not jealous!" The four of them continued joking around the table, drinking and chatting as if it were a genuine joke
. Yuan Fang made offhand jokes and banter, and Han Bing seemed to believe him, agreeing with him. Xiao Yan,
meanwhile, remained oblivious, engrossed in enjoying the delicious food. Only Wen Long

trembled, feeling as if he were walking on thin ice. Yuan Fang's direct and uninhibited flirting with Han Bing stemmed from his cunning; he had long suspected that her relationship with Wen Long was
more than casual. They weren't lovers, as
there were no intimate gestures or the tacit understanding that often accompanies physical intimacy between them. Xiao Yan shared this view, and
she was quite pleased with the young man's painstaking efforts. Yuan Fang, however, wanted to help his younger brother, so he decided to
use reverse psychology.

Until the day they left the villa, Han Bing spent all her time with Yuan Fang and Xiao Yan, seemingly determined
to give Wen Long the cold shoulder. But this only made Wen Long more anxious, like a cat on a hot tin roof. They constantly argued over
trivial matters. Even Yuan Fang and Xiao Yan noticed the tension in their relationship.

"Wenlong, you should be gentler with women. You should know when to give in," Xiao Yan advised him.

Fortunately, Han Bing suddenly received a performance notice. Her troupe's new play had been
invited by a fellow countryman's association in a Southeast Asian country, and Han Bing needed to return immediately for rehearsals. On the day Han Bing left, Wenlong also legitimately left
the villa, leaving it to Yuan Fang and Xiao Yan. Until leaving the villa, Han Bing and Wenlong did not cross
the line of physical intimacy.

Ever since his mother-in-law, Xiao Shufei, had been performing oral sex on him, their relationship seemed to have grown closer.
When the family wasn't looking, Wenlong would pretend to casually touch his mother-in-law Xiao Shufei's buttocks, or pretend
to casually squeeze her full breasts with his arm. Sometimes, he would secretly kiss
her cheek when she wasn't looking. Each time, his mother-in-law Xiao Shufei would glare at him resentfully, but immediately return to her usual
dignified and virtuous image. He began to find various excuses to spend time alone with his mother-in-law,
Consort never gave him the chance. This blatant avoidance made him very disheartened. However, every time he finished bothering Consort
Xiao and saw her coquettish yet reproachful expression, he felt confident again and was filled with anxiety all day long.

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