A fleeting dream in the dark night leaves no trace.

Late at night.
In an inn in Songlin Town, Jiangcheng, the dim red candles flickered. Ling Feng sat on the edge of the bed, looking
at the unconscious woman.
Having secretly buried Yue Mingshan in a valley near the Yue Family Manor, Ling Feng had brought the unconscious Zhao Yanbing
to rest at the inn.
A six-month-old baby slept soundly in a cradle, having been hastily fed thin porridge and milk
.
Ling Feng's eyes fell on Zhao Yanbing's face.
Her face was round and full, like the moon, her lips slightly upturned. A blush tinged her fair skin. Clearly,
the lust aroused by the aphrodisiac was still consuming this beautiful woman. She appeared so demure in her sleep;
who could have imagined that she, under the influence of the powerful aphrodisiac that afternoon, would be so wild and wanton?
In Ling Feng's heart, no matter what unbearable past the woman before him had suffered, she would always be
his sacred and beautiful goddess.
Ling Feng held Zhao Yanbing's hand, stroking it tenderly. He reminisced about every moment they shared.
He had met her at a martial arts gathering when she was just starting out, and he had taken this girl
, with her stubbornness, with him as they fought alongside thieves in Jiangnan, participated in the Five Lakes Martial Arts Tournament, and faced life and death together. He
had once rescued her from a bandit's lair, and she had carried him, poisoned and dying, on her journey to find him, and
cared for him tirelessly at his bedside for several days and nights while he was unconscious.
So when he heard the news of her engagement, he was devastated. He learned that due to the close
relationship , she had been betrothed by her parents at a young age, and he was merely a fleeting passerby.
He ultimately chose to run away, burying his feelings deep in his heart.
He thought that his fate with her was completely severed, that she would henceforth be just
a distant Mrs. Yue whom he could only admire from afar.
Until one crazy night arrived.
Thinking of this, Ling Feng's eyes seemed to mist over.
He was certain he would never forget that night.
This was his sweetest memory, one he wished to cherish forever deep within his heart,
taking this secret to his grave with him at the moment of his death.
The night before Old Master Zhao's birthday, at the Zhao family home.
Friends who had traveled from afar to offer their congratulations usually arrived early, including Ling Feng, whose
life Old Master Zhao had once saved.
His newlywed daughter, Zhao Yanbing, had also returned to her parents' home early with her husband, Yue Mingshan.
That evening, the group ate and chatted, and no one noticed Zhao Yanbing's slightly unusual expression.
She knew Ling Feng's eyes were on her, which made her heart pound.
Although she had obeyed her parents' wishes and married Yue Mingshan, her childhood sweetheart, and the two
had lived a respectful life together,
she could only bury her feelings for Ling Feng deep within her heart forever.
It was a feeling tinged with guilt and regret.
And that night, under Ling Feng's gaze, that guilt and sadness surged into her heart again.
She excused herself, saying she felt a little dizzy and wanted to rest early, and left the table. Yue Mingshan attentively asked her where she felt unwell.
Seeing that his wife was only a little tired, he was relieved and told her to rest early. He then took on the responsibility of entertaining guests
, acting as if he were half a son.
Zhao Yanbing got up and left. As she left, she couldn't help but glance at Ling Feng, their eyes meeting
. She quickly turned away and walked away.
Then Ling Feng drank aimlessly, listening to the loud conversations and toasts from the crowd, but none of it
entered his mind.
Her last glance before leaving struck Ling Feng's heart like a heavy hammer.
It was a look filled with guilt, fear, and as if she wanted to say something.
He knew she had been trying to explain to him, trying to persuade him to forget each other; she always felt she had wronged herself. Thinking of
this, he smiled bitterly: Silly girl, why do you have to be like this? Don't you know I already
know exactly what you want to say?
He finally couldn't sit still any longer, and slightly tipsy, he left the table.
By now, quite a bit of wine had been consumed, and several of the less-than-stellar drinkers had already staggered off the table, drunk. Yue Mingshan
, however, was a much stronger drinker and naturally had to continue the revelry with the guests.
He wandered aimlessly in the darkness, his longing for her raging like a venomous snake, his slightly tipsy mind
filled with her image.
Suddenly, he stopped. As if possessed, he found himself standing before her bedroom.
This was her former boudoir, which, after she and her husband returned home, had naturally become their temporary bedroom.
The door was ajar. There was no light in the doorway; she had already blew out the lamp and gone to bed. The dark doorway now
stood before him.
As if possessed, he quietly approached, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped inside.
A faint, unique fragrance of a woman's boudoir filled the room. He could vaguely see her curled up
on the bed, lying on her side facing inwards, presumably asleep. Through the sparse light filtering in from outside,
the alluring curves of the young woman's body were faintly visible.
He stared at those beautiful curves.
The alcohol easily stirred his fantasies, and he seemed to see that alluring body right there on the bed,
writhing and entwining beneath Yue Mingshan.
Those soft breasts and full, firm buttocks flashed through his memory. When he rescued her, he had
held that tempting body, and the physical contact between them had fueled his fantasies.
Uncontrollable desire quickly took over his mind. Driven by the alcohol, his reason rapidly
faded , then was completely replaced by lust.
A wicked thought formed in his heart.
She was already asleep. If he climbed into bed now, she would definitely think it was Yue Mingshan. Oh, would she
find out ? No, absolutely not. I must love her properly this once, just once is enough. She certainly wouldn't
know; even if it's just to give myself a beautiful memory.
The man's desire finally completely took over. He quietly approached the bed, took off his clothes,
lay down beside the woman, and then, his hands touched her full body.
Zhao Yanbing wasn't asleep.
She returned to her room early, blew out the light, curled up on the bed, and let her thoughts wander
freely .
No matter how wildly her thoughts raced, they always ended up circling back to that man.
She knew she could be a dutiful wife and a dutiful mother,
supporting she grew old.
But this man would forever remain deep in her heart, perhaps fading gradually, but always there.
This thought terrified her; it made her feel guilty towards her husband. At the same time, she felt a deep sense of guilt,
feeling
she had let down the man she had loved. She always felt a sense of sin.
Just as she was lost in thought, she sensed someone enter the room and climb into bed.
It was naturally her husband, she thought. In her own home, she naturally didn't worry about anyone else coming in besides
her husband .
Her husband's hands began to explore her body, her flat stomach, her pert buttocks, then his hands wandered
to her full breasts, enjoying this newly cultivated, fertile field.
The passion of newlyweds was always strong; her husband wanted to enjoy himself with her almost every day, and
the two of them were always...
A tingling sensation spread through Zhao Yanbing's soft breasts as they were gently kneaded, making her feel as if she
were air. She closed her eyes, enjoying the man's caresses.
Gradually, she felt her body growing hotter; the man's hands seemed to carry an electric current, stimulating every nerve
wherever , sending a tingling, soft sensation through
her entire body. Her breasts changed shape in his hands, and occasionally his fingers brushed against her erect nipples, the unusual stimulation
causing her to moan softly.
Desire gathered on the skin he had touched, waves of longing surging through her heart. Her moans
grew more frequent. Her soft waist twisted restlessly, her strong legs writhing tightly together,
then separating, and quickly coiling back together.
The desires of a newlywed woman are always difficult to suppress; a wet sensation spread from her lower body, which was already
soaked .
However, Zhao Yanbing noticed that her husband was acting strangely today; his caresses seemed less
practiced , and his hands even trembled slightly. However, these slight doubts were quickly drowned out by
the extreme pleasure in her body. She was too lazy to think about the reason, and simply opened herself up wholeheartedly, expecting the man
to deepen his caresses.
In her dazed state, the man had already gently turned her over, rolled over onto
her, and pressed his strong body against hers. His chest pressed against her soft breasts, which undulated slightly, and the unusual stimulation made
her desire rise again.
The man entered her body. She let out a satisfied sigh, a happy
sigh .
The man began to thrust.
She felt an unusually strong squeezing sensation in her vagina, and the tender walls of her vagina writhed with the man's gentle,
slow thrusts. Tonight, the man's penis seemed even thicker, perhaps
because of the alcohol? This feeling made her even more excited. The extreme fullness deep inside her vagina made her involuntarily sway
her plump buttocks, which seemed to alleviate some of the fullness, but the soft sensation
was greatly enhanced. The sensation in her lower body was like a gentle mouth, the layers of folds in her vagina licking the man's thick
penis.
Pleasantly enjoying the man's slow, gentle thrusts, she finally realized that the man today was giving her so many
different sensations.
Usually, her husband would first arouse her until she was wet, then use his nimble tongue to lick every
sensitive , and finally, when she was moaning in unbearable pain, he would thrust wildly into her,
taking her to his first climax.
But today, the man was different. He was more gentle in his caresses and thrusts, letting the walls of her
vagina freely envelop his penis. Today, his penis, slowly moving in and out of her vagina, seemed
even more swollen; she even wondered if her husband had taken some kind of aphrodisiac.
The man on top of her seemed gentler than usual, moving as if afraid of hurting her. She
found herself enjoying this deadly tenderness even more, as her juices flowed uncontrollably. The intense
wetness created the illusion that her vagina was expanding infinitely, perfectly
enveloping the man's flesh. With each withdrawal of his penis, a gush of white fluid was brought out,
staining her plump labia.
Filled with this even more pleasurable confusion, her hand touched the man's face.
Her eyes widened. From
the sensation in her palm, she could guess it was a handsome man's face, but clearly not her
husband's; his face was slightly plumper.
Her heart sank.
Her serpentine waist, enduring the man's gentle thrusts, swayed rhythmically, seeking the perfect
grinding contact.
Then, it suddenly paused.
The man on top of her wasn't her husband!
She was terrified by her discovery, almost screaming in horror.
She was being secretly violated? What was this? Rape? Drugging and raping?
Who was so bold? To climb into her own home, into her bed, and possess her body?
It was only a brief moment of shock, then she began to recall the feeling of touching this man's face.
It was a familiar feeling.
She was even certain that she had touched this face before.
A handsome face appeared in her mind.
She hugged the man's strong waist, her hand touching his left shoulder. There was a three- or
four-inch- .
She immediately understood everything.
The man was unaware of the many changes the woman beneath him had just undergone. He continued
to thrust , his hands caressing the woman's breasts, his strong, powerful buttocks moving rhythmically,
working hard for the beautiful body beneath him.
Zhao Yanbing suddenly began to twist wildly, as if she had let go of all restraints. The moans in her throat were no longer
restrained ; she moaned without any regard for others, breathing heavily. Her hands tightly embraced the man's neck,
and her moist, full lips finally found his mouth in the darkness. She kissed him desperately, her tongue recklessly delving
into his mouth, trying to absorb everything.
It seemed as if she wanted to completely devour the man on top of her.
Her strong, slender legs wrapped tightly around the man's waist. He sensed her thirst, and his thrusts
grew stronger, the intense impact causing her to cry out in pleasure.
From the moment his penis penetrated deep into the body of the woman he loved, Ling Feng was completely engulfed in
a sea of desire.
Only in that moment of intense penetration did he realize he had finally possessed this beloved woman, even if
it was only a brief moment of madness.
Ling Feng was a womanizer; his cultivated "Spring Yang" technique enhanced his sexual prowess, and he
had tasted many women, from young girls in their prime to long-deprived wives.
However, none of this could compare to the pleasure the woman beneath him brought him.
That tragic, fruitless love affair made his longing for this woman even more profound. He
had tried various women, attempting to replace his longing with lust, but he sadly discovered that it
was all in vain.
And today, he finally tasted the body he had dreamed of. Her vulva was as delicate as she was, utterly tender
and lovable.
So he used all his skills to satisfy his beloved woman, to make her remember
the pleasure of this night, even though she didn't know the man who possessed her wasn't her husband.
But he hadn't expected her to suddenly become so thirsty, so eager for sexual satisfaction; her
initiative almost overwhelmed him.
He absolutely couldn't let his woman go unsatisfied.
So he gave himself completely, completely letting go. His penis galloped like a wild horse, wanting to bring the woman
the greatest pleasure.
He succeeded.
He brought her to the peak of pleasure time and time again.
He didn't know how much time had passed; he completely forgot what he was doing, he
only wanted to enjoy the beautiful body beneath him as much as possible.
Finally, with another scream of orgasm from her, he convulsively ejaculated his thick semen deep into the woman's
vagina . Then the two of them collapsed as if paralyzed.
The woman tightly hugged Ling Feng's neck, holding him so he couldn't move.
Lying there, he softly heard the woman's voice in his ear: "Brother, I'm so happy, so very happy."
Seemingly hesitant for a moment, the woman's soft voice rang out again: "I will always remember this moment. At this
moment , I am so happy." Ling Feng embraced the woman, assuming she was whispering sweet
nothings to her husband.
Then the woman fell into a deep sleep.
Ling Feng quietly got up, dressed, and left the bed.
He knew he had to leave, or he would be discovered.
Before leaving, he was a little worried, afraid of waking the woman in bed, and even more afraid that she would discover the truth.
He took one last look at his beloved woman.
Fortunately, the woman was sleeping soundly, emitting soft, peaceful breathing. The frenzy just now had exhausted
her; perhaps she was having a sweet dream.
Ling Feng gently kissed the woman's lips.
Then he slipped out the door and disappeared into the darkness.
As he left the room, Ling Feng didn't know that the woman's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
The woman, , opened her eyes, looking at the gauze curtains above the bed, seemingly reliving everything that had just happened.
Two lines of tears silently crept up the woman's face.
In the darkness, all fell silent.

[The End]

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