[Urban] The Story of Shizuka Izumi (Complete) - 13-15

For the first 13

days, the school remained relatively calm, without any major uproar over the incident. The next day, Xiaoyan returned to school, still dressed in her usual flamboyant floral dress, fluttering like a butterfly among the students. Zhiling secretly visited the hospital a few times, bringing money and supplies. Jiaming recovered quickly, so she felt relieved and continued teaching.

What prompted Zhiling's decision to divorce wasn't Jiaming's infidelity. In this day and age, Zhiling wouldn't hold a grudge over a husband's one act of passion; she wasn't the petty, narrow-minded type.

Jiaming also quickly recovered and was discharged from the hospital. However, the school still found out about it. Xiaoyan's father, a well-known entrepreneur in the mountains, returned home furious. He went to the school leaders.

Under pressure, the school disciplined Jiaming, issuing a disciplinary warning and a city-wide public reprimand. However, these lenient punishments clearly dissatisfied Xiaoyan's family. Her father even spread rumors that if he wasn't satisfied with the direct approach, he would use other methods. Those days left Zhiling and her husband anxious and uneasy, truly feeling that disaster was imminent. The couple privately discussed that rather than living in constant fear and waiting for their fate, they should take the initiative. They sent a message through someone, preparing to visit and apologize. They quickly received a reply, arranging to meet at a restaurant in town. The couple was overjoyed; since the other party agreed to meet, it meant there was still a possibility of reconciliation, and the cloud of worry that had hung over their home for so many days vanished.

Xiaoyan's father, Zhang Qingshan, owned several local specialty processing plants and orchards, as well as other businesses in other areas. Over the years, he had made a lot of money and knew how to spend it wisely. Not only locally, but also in the surrounding villages and towns, the name "Fourth Brother" was widely known; even those who hadn't met him had heard of him. Zhiling and Jiaming arrived at the restaurant as agreed. The couple's appearance surprised Fourth Brother; he hadn't expected such beautiful women in this remote, impoverished place, and the man was quite attractive too. Fourth Brother's eyes were fixed on Zhiling's long legs and high breasts; he fantasized about stripping her clothes off, exposing her body completely, and then humiliating her as he pleased.

The scene in the room was beyond their expectations. Besides the elderly man in his fifties or sixties sitting in the middle, there were several muscular men. Jiaming recognized one of them as Xiaoyan's brother, Xiaobei, and another was the student called "Knife." Zhiling was also puzzled by the large number of people. It wasn't something to boast about, but the old man's gaze felt like a knife, as if he were tearing her clothes off. She couldn't help but shrink back against Jiaming. Fourth Brother remained silent, while Xiaobei gestured for everyone to sit down. He recognized the beautiful female teacher at the school and had long coveted her beauty, even secretly stalking and following her several times, but without success. Now that the couple had fallen into his hands, he wouldn't let them off no matter what.

Jiaming raised his wine glass, first toasting the old man, offering sincere apologies.

The old man ignored him, finally managing to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth. "You think that's all?" Zhiling said with a forced smile, "Mr. Zhang, please be magnanimous and forgive him this time." "Yes, yes, punish him however you like," Jiaming quickly chimed in.

"You said it yourself, I want him castrated," the old man said to Zhiling, his voice

soft and menacing, even his smile concealing a fierce murderous intent. This sent a chill down Zhiling's spine. Jiaming was already kneeling on the ground in fear. He knew the old man was a man of his word, and he had heard rumors of his ruthlessness. "Mr. Zhang, no!" The old man slammed his hand on the table, and several people rushed forward, forcing Jiaming into a corner of the room. Xiao Bei even said gloatingly, "My dad said so, so just accept it." Jiaming felt as if he had been plunged into an icy well, the coldness penetrating from the inside out, as if his internal organs, every bone, and every nerve were being directly immersed in the icy well. They tied him to a pillar with his belt and tie. Zhiling tried to jump up, but Xiao Bei grabbed her by the neck with his hands, without much effort. He shoved her against the coffee table on the other side of the dining table. Zhiling couldn't move, only shaking her head and crying out, "No! You can't do this!" "Fine, he raped my sister, so I'll rape you," Xiao Bei said viciously, raising one hand and smashing the vase and flowers on the coffee table to the ground, shattering them.

He released her neck and ripped her red shirt open at the chest, like tearing open the chest of a fish or a chick. Several pretty metal buttons flew off her blouse in all directions, one even landing in his mouth. He choked and spat fiercely. He ripped off her silk bra at the chest. This made her scream.

He straddled her, freeing his hands, and in a few quick movements, tore her red shirt into strips and swiftly bound her hands tightly together. But her feet were still kicking and thrashing at him. Xiao Bei turned around and shouted to the group, "What are you waiting for? Give us a hand, we'll all benefit later." The others swarmed forward. Some held down her legs, some tore off her trousers, and some pounced on her breasts, kneading them roughly. Zhi Ling screamed, and a knife was rolled up from her panties and shoved into her mouth. In the blink of an eye, her smooth, pink body was laid bare before them, every part exuding an irresistible allure. In this place, as long as no one died, everything could be done without restraint; all so-called daring and reckless behavior was not only permitted but also encouraged and admired.

While they were busy, Xiao Bei, with his back to them, had already pulled down his pants. He then waved the others away, pounced on Zhi Ling, and kneaded her breasts with both hands. He buried his face in her body, whispering in her ear, "My darling, you never thought I'd do this to you." He ignored her kicking and thrashing, then lifted her up and slammed her onto the coffee table, leaving her face down. Now that her legs were on the ground, it was harder to resist. He used the remaining shreds of her clothing to tightly bind her legs to the left and right legs of the coffee table. She could no longer resist. Her abdomen pressed against the edge of the table, only her upper body could still wriggle.

Jiaming saw Zhiling's snow-white thighs, and the area between them where several delicate hairs trembled and rose, particularly striking in Xiaobei's hand. Xiaobei was probing inside with his finger, rubbing and wetting it, and soon a lot of lustful fluid overflowed. With Zhiling's mouth gagged and her hands bound, her legs became her only weapon of resistance. She used them fiercely, letting her kick and struggle. He excitedly withdrew his wet finger, intending to wipe it on her shirt, but then felt it wasn't quite right, so he wiped it on her breasts, laughing playfully. Jiaming wanted to cover his ears, but with his hands tied behind his back, he could only stare in shock, trembling.

At this moment, Xiao Bei had already entered her body. He violently raped her, like a male beast in heat, its lust unleashed. A blur of light and shadow, his heavy breathing and Zhi Ling's deep moans rising and falling, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Zhi Ling didn't close her eyes; on the contrary, they were wide open, tears streaming down her face, soaking a patch of the coffee table. Large teardrops clung to her thin lower and upper eyelashes.

Xiao Bei straddled Zhi Ling, who was writhing on the coffee table, as familiarly as if riding a horse. He thrust in and out with passionate pleasure, his erect member throbbing against the table. Her long hair slapped against the stone surface. Jia Ming, bound in another corner, watched helplessly, pleading. Zhi Ling's face showed a pained expression, which only excited them more. The group cheered loudly, swearing and greedily waiting for Xiao Bei to tire and hand Zhi Ling over to them.

It was a long time before he stopped. Leaving Zhi Ling's body, he didn't even bother to pull his pants back up, saying to the others who had been watching the whole time, "I've had enough, it's your turn." They took turns pressing down on Zhi Ling, each one panting heavily with boundless energy, collapsing in a sweat. She, however, was like a corpse, seemingly without a breath, except that occasionally a part of her body, a hand, a foot, would twitch slightly.

Zhang Qingshan had been observing coldly from beginning to end. When they first pulled down Zhiling's pants, his heart skipped a beat. Under their wanton ravaging, Zhiling's face turned as white as plaster, her lips bloodless. He appraised the woman before him; her breasts were full, her waist rounded, her skin radiant like a burning flame, her breasts swaying and elastically rising, her wasp-waisted waist seeming to exude an irresistible allure. He saw her lower body: lush yet limp hair, her pubic area full and bulging, like a dew-kissed blooming flower, its petals symbolizing a woman's healthy youth. In his intoxication, he seemed to smell the fragrance of ripe, dewy fruit. His manhood involuntarily stirred; few women could arouse him so easily, and his erection continued to swell.

He got up and went to the coffee table, reaching into Zhiling's mouth to remove the underwear and untying the cloth binding her. At that moment, the person clinging to Zhiling's back was one of her nephews. Although his manhood was still throbbing inside her, he seemed awkwardly caught between a rock and a hard place as the old man approached. Zhiling's eyes were wide and vacant, her eyelashes appearing especially long and thick, drooping sharply. Her gaze conveyed a mixture of confusion, shock, resentment, and hatred. A large, glistening tear hung from the corner of her eye.

The old man had already freed Zhiling from her restraints and glared impatiently at his nephew, who was still recklessly thrusting into her. The nephew wisely withdrew, flicking her breasts with lingering affection before grabbing her nipples and roughly pinching them between his fingers. Zhiling felt utterly empty inside, as if her body had been hollowed out. She knew her genitals were swollen and engorged, making her vaginal walls rub against his penis even more tightly. Her uterus had released a lot of vaginal fluid, accompanied by waves of pleasure. She felt ashamed that she had experienced orgasm despite being so humiliated by a man.

The old man, already aroused, scooped Zhiling up and placed her on the sofa, pressing his body against hers. Veins bulged on his neck. Zhiling's beautiful chin tilted back as she began to breathe heavily, her breasts heaving. He lifted Zhiling's long legs high, thrusting even harder. Zhiling felt that the emptiness and unprecedented surge of desire she had felt moments before was suddenly filled, and with that filling came an even more pleasurable sensation from the thrusting.

Zhiling couldn't wait any longer. She tried to lift her head and kiss him first. Their lips met, and somehow her soft tongue slipped into his mouth. He, in turn, couldn't resist sucking on her tongue, their kiss becoming passionate and intoxicating. Taking advantage of his momentary daze, she broke free of his hands and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Her body instinctively and exaggeratedly writhed beneath him, each movement sending her full breasts rolling against his chest. The rolling sensation was indescribable; his arousal shifted. Reluctantly, he withdrew his tongue, pressing his body against her smooth, oiled flesh, his head nestled against her chest.

He turned his face, resting his head on her chest, cupping one of her breasts in his hands, and began to suckle, almost swallowing half of it.

Zhiling let out a vague scream, her whole body enveloped in the sensation of reaching the peak. She arched her back and yelled, her pupils opening wide in a daze, radiating a rainbow-like brilliance. Jiaming, horrified, was also stunned by Zhiling's excited scream. He recognized that brilliance in her eyes—the satisfaction she showed after her climax. He truly couldn't believe what he was seeing. His wife, who had suffered such brutality, was completely absorbed in passion, her reaction so exhilarating, so intense, so vibrant.

Xiaobei waved for the others to take Jiaming out. Downstairs at the restaurant, Xiaobei said to him, "You know my dad's temper. This time, it's all thanks to your wife; otherwise, you'd be a eunuch." He waved him away.

Jiaming dared not go far, only waiting expectantly at the corner of the restaurant. The restaurant was still brightly lit, its lights illuminating half the sky. He was cold and hungry, only thinking that the old man would finish quickly so he could go home with his wife.

Gusts of wind rustled the leaves, and a cold drizzle was falling, the muddy ground shrouded in darkness. He could hear the headache-inducing shouts of the group upstairs. Perhaps Zhiling was already drinking with them. The thought of Zhiling thrusting her plump, white buttocks to please that ugly old man filled Jiaming with resentment and anger, making his lips tremble and turn blue. He turned and left.

Zhiling didn't return home until late at night. Jiaming coldly opened the door for her, then went back to bed. He neither blamed her nor comforted her, not uttering a single word. Zhiling fetched a basin of hot water and washed her lower body. She was shocked to find her genitals abnormally swollen, a bright reddish-brown, with a sticky, thread-like trail of blood. Patches of blue and black discoloration appeared on her delicate thighs, full buttocks, and breasts, with bruises accumulating beneath her translucent skin.

That night, she sat blankly until dawn, neither shedding tears nor weeping. When she woke up at home, she said to him, "Let's get a divorce." Then, suppressing her shame and resentment, she left the house with few belongings. The

No. 1 Middle School, nestled against the mountains and beside the river, sat on a hillside surrounded by locust trees and towering paulownia trees. Its white walls peeked shyly from the trees, like the pure smiles of the students peeking through the green shade. The bricks of the wall were much larger than ordinary bricks and seemed sturdier, but they were completely covered in moss, their mottled old color a testament to its age.

Zhiling started teaching, taking charge of music and arts classes for an entire grade, which was quite easy for her. The new environment and new job swept away her former haggardness; her face gained a new glow, and her eyes were much gentler than before, making her more clear, more charming, and more alluring. Often, in every corner of the school, Zhao Zhen dared not look directly at her body, as it would cause his sensitive member to swell uncontrollably. Zhao Zhen, nicknamed "Elephant," was known for his extraordinary member; once erect, it would immediately create a tent in his pants, making him look incredibly embarrassed in a crowd.

Not only Zhao Zhen, but other colleagues at the school were also infatuated with this radiant and charming female teacher, watching her drift by every day, hoping to exchange a few casual words with her, taking the opportunity to glance at her body, and more easily passing the time.

The students eagerly awaited their weekly music and arts class, a class that had previously been unimportant but now boasted the highest attendance rate in their grade. While singing and dancing were typically favored by girls, the boys were surprisingly even more enthusiastic. They all admired the mature and charming female teacher, viewing her like a beautiful plaster statue to satisfy their visual imaginations.

Encouraged by the teacher's and students' popularity, Zhiling proposed to Zhao Zhen the formation of a dance team, with herself as the coach. Principal Zhao readily agreed, even allocating funds to renovate a building next to the library and purchase new equipment and sound systems. Zhiling also selected several attractive and physically gifted students from across the school, instructing them during the time between classes and dismissal.

That afternoon, just before school ended, Zhao Zhen received a notice from the city to organize a training session for some teachers at a nearby scenic spot. This event was held annually, only the content varied. Zhao Zhen had been keeping Zhiling in a hotel for days, indulging in nightly revelry and forgetting all about home. His wife, however, was full of complaints and constantly nagging him, interrogating him like a criminal when he went out at night, and demanding reports and testimonies when he returned. This sudden opportunity was like a windfall to him; he rushed to the registrar's office to find Zhiling.

The office was quiet, except for a teacher named Wang Shen grading papers. Upon seeing the principal, Wang Shen respectfully rose to offer him a seat. He wanted to pour water but couldn't find a cup, so he handed over his own teacup: "Principal, please have some water." Zhao Zhen was both amused and exasperated, pushing it away and asking, "Zhiling isn't here." "Are you looking for her? I'll go find her for you." Good lad, quick as a flash, he was about to dash out.

"No need," Zhao Zhen dismissed him. He turned and left, thinking that Wang Shen was honest, but too bookish. He slowly walked towards the small white building on the mountain. It was already after school, and many students carrying their schoolbags greeted him respectfully on the way home. Soon, he reached the small white building halfway up the mountain. Zhiling's practice room was on the top floor. He reached the middle of the stairs when he heard a faint panting sound. The sound was rapid and suppressed, panting and soft, seductive, and made his mind wander. He couldn't help but lighten his steps and quietly walked to the door. "Hurry up, open your legs wider, that's it, that's it." It was Zhiling's voice, the tone excited and passionate. It was familiar to him. When Zhiling was on the verge of collapse in bed, she would make this dreamlike sound from her throat. He stopped, not daring to peek out, and could only hold his breath and quietly approach. "Lift your butt up higher, like that, push harder, push harder now!" Then came the panting. This Zhiling was far too audacious. A surge of anger rose in Zhao Zhen's chest, and without thinking, he rushed inside. It turned out that Zhiling was instructing a girl on a physical exercise routine. The girl had her body bent like a bow on a lever, still pushing down with all her might. He couldn't help but chuckle, thankfully he hadn't been so reckless as to make a sound.

Wearing a form-fitting, brightly colored workout outfit that felt like a second skin, Lin Chi-ling's slender yet toned body was exquisitely revealed. Her waist was so supple it seemed one could encircle it with just two fingers. Her stunningly beautiful face, as white as alabaster, was flushed with a lovely blush. Soft, damp hair clung to her elegant forehead, and her two clear, almond-shaped eyes, like ocean waves, burned with a seductive flame, radiating an irresistible charm. A slightly upturned, beautifully shaped nose seemed to accentuate the bold and daring expression on her face. Between her slightly parted, moist, and fleshy red lips, her snow-white teeth seemed to vie with the charming dimples on her small, round chin. Her snow-white neck was like marble, and her firm, high breasts could not be concealed by the thin clothing. Her bare, well-defined arms and feet were as slender as a child's. Zhao Zhen was reminded of the thinnest, sweetest watermelons of summer, their skin radiating a wondrous, vibrant life, as if every part of it were alive, a body capable of speaking.

Zhiling stopped, grabbed a towel, and while drying herself, asked, "Is there something you need?" Zhao Zhen nodded, waving the notice in his hand. She turned to the girl and said, "That's enough for today. Go change your clothes." The girl took her clothes and swayed her hips as she walked towards the bathroom. Zhao Zhen's eyes followed her retreating figure intently. Zhiling teased him, "Be careful your eyeballs don't fall to the ground." He went over and put his arm around her shoulder, but Zhiling slapped away his hands that were about to reach her chest, saying, "Go away, I'm all sweaty." Seeing his gaze still lingering in the bathroom, she teased, "Want to see? That's a virgin, a tender one." "I don't believe it. There are no virgins left. Maybe in kindergarten." He then pulled Zhiling forward, peering into the bathroom. Unfortunately, the girl had already changed her clothes quickly and came out, saying goodbye to Zhiling before leaving.

Seeing the displeasure on Zhiling's face, Zhao Zhen went over and gave her the notice: "Qian, I'll take you on a good few days' break." Zhiling took the notice, reading it as she walked to the corridor, and asked, "Who else is there?" "Don't worry, they're all family. We'll drive there ourselves. Wait for me at home tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up." Zhao Zhen followed her excitedly, his hands already groping her buttocks. The crimson light of the sunset slowly moved along the tree branches, the air was crisp and clear, and many birds chirped noisily.

From this hillside overlooking the entire campus and the city further away, it was breathtaking. Zhiling inhaled this invisible atmosphere as if drinking in nectar. Seeing Zhiling's blissful expression was like an aphrodisiac for Zhao Zhen. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, slipping his hands inside the tight straps of her workout pants. It was sticky and sticky inside, whether from sweat or something else, even her limp pubic hair was damp. He boldly parted the pubic hair and touched her two plump labia. This part of Zhiling's body always haunted him. There was something there that was most vulnerable to teasing. Once aroused, that thing would eagerly peek out its bald head. Just like now, Zhao Zhen's index finger was pressing on it. It was neither flesh nor bone, but as soon as it touched his hand, Zhiling's whole body went limp like a puddle of mud, and her legs involuntarily went weak and trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Zhen pulled down her pants, ripping them off along with her underwear in one swift motion. He then turned her around, supporting her from under her arms, and placed her entirely on the granite railing. He then ripped off the pants still wrapped around her calves. Zhiling nervously whimpered, "Don't let anyone come." "At this hour, who would?" Zhao Zhen replied breathlessly. As he spoke, he spread Zhiling's legs, buried his face in them, and began licking her wildly with his tongue. Zhiling was already soaked through, her pubic hair white and sticky, like she had eaten rice porridge. She didn't know where to put her hands; one moment she was stroking his hair, the next she was holding her head high. Zhao Zhen then lifted her down, making her lie face down on the railing, her buttocks raised high, trying to expose her plump, tender vulva to him. Zhao Zhen squatted down. His erect penis thrust in, half of it already inside with a soft "squelch." He then gripped her slender waist with both hands, thrusting forcefully until his entire thick, long, and strong member sank to the hilt, pressing firmly against her insides. She swayed her hips in protest, her vulva sucking and opening, her mouth uttering urgent cries. Only then did Zhao Zhen spur his horse and gallop on relentlessly. In no time, Zhiling experienced wave after wave of climax, a continuous stream of pleasure erupting from her genitals, every nerve in her body trembling as if infected, a wave of physical pleasure washing over her, her whole body seemingly floating in the air. She couldn't help but let out a plaintive moan, the sound deep and distant in the empty mountainside. Accompanying this sound, Zhao Zhen also relaxed his entire being, letting his passion erupt.

When they left the school, it was already dark, and Zhao Zhen drove her home. After returning to the city, Zhiling stayed at her home. It was spacious, but with her parents, her married brother, and her unmarried brother, it seemed less affluent. Her family was outraged by what had happened to Jiaming and understood and supported Zhiling's decision to end their relationship. However, Jiaming hesitated to sign the divorce papers and repeatedly tried to talk to Zhiling again, but she always refused.

When she got home, everyone had already eaten dinner. They were used to Zhiling's early mornings and late nights; their daughter teaching at the No. 1 Middle School was something to be proud of. This made Zhiling, still flushed and with her eyes shimmering, much more natural. Even when she took a shower, her genitals still secreted Zhao Zhen's fluids. Thinking about the passionate lovemaking they had just shared, Zhiling felt a magical warm current coursing through her body again and again, and her thighs miraculously trembled. After being raped, Zhiling felt her lust growing stronger, unable to withstand even the slightest provocation. Many things around her reminded her of that experience: books, newspapers, television, movies, conversations with friends, even product advertisements—all of these aroused her intense desire. Her dreams were filled with erotic fantasies and a need for physical contact.

In the shower, she turned the faucet on full blast, letting the water spray like needles onto her body.

She tilted her head back, legs spread, chest out, shoulders back, letting the water wash over her with abandon.

The bathroom mirror reflected her naked body; Zhiling made no attempt to conceal her alluring, sexy body: long, full, and shapely thighs, a beautifully curved bottom, a slightly protruding belly, a slender waist, and firm breasts.

After Zhiling came out of the bathroom, her younger brother Dongzi was in her room. Dongzi was a very handsome man with well-defined features, especially from the side; the curve from his nose to his lips to his chin was very stylish.

His eyes resembled hers, and he had a very feminine look. "Sister, let's go out and have some fun." "No, I'm so tired, and besides, I have to go out of town for training tomorrow." Zhiling said that Dongzi had been enjoying going out with his sister lately, perhaps because he was worried that Zhiling would be too lonely after her divorce. In any case, Zhiling had gone out with him several times, going to bars and nightclubs, and she had become quite familiar with his friends. Dongzi reluctantly left alone. Zhiling packed her clothes for the next day, told her parents, and went to bed early.

The notice stated to gather at the Education Bureau at 8:00 AM. With so many schools and such a large scale, the procession was bustling and dawdling, and it was almost 9:00 AM when we finally set off. Those with cars walked ahead, while those without took buses, forming a long and orderly procession. Zhao Zhen and his group drove a Toyota van. Besides him and Zhiling, there was Liu Zhu from the office, Wu Yan, an English teacher, and a middle-aged female teacher from the research department. They arrived at their destination around lunchtime, but the organization seemed efficient and well-organized.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, the rooms were already arranged, and everyone was given a bag of learning materials and souvenirs.

Zhao Zhen and Liu Zhu shared a room. Upon entering, Zhao Zhen asked irritably, "What's going on? Why did you bring Old Wang along?" Liu Zhu immediately understood; Zhao Zhen's dark and gloomy face throughout the journey was all because of this old lady.

He hurriedly explained, "She was specifically requested by name from above to give the lecture. What could I do?" Zhao Zhen didn't say anything more. After washing up, the two went down to the restaurant.

The training was held in the lakeside conference room of the hotel. Zhao Zhen was an expert in this kind of thing and knew that the beginning always had to be done properly. Because of the supervision from above, he didn't dare to delay and went downstairs on time after lunch break. It's easy to recognize Zhiling in a crowd, not only because she is always dressed flamboyantly, but also because she has an inherent charm that makes people swoon. In a large group of people, you can always notice her first. She was swaying her tall figure, her charming eyes flying everywhere. She was looking for a seat. In the conference room with more than a hundred people, Zhao Zhen saw her immediately. She had changed her clothes. She wore a skirt that was so short that people were embarrassed to look at her thighs, which accentuated her waist and made her look very alluring. She wore a sleeveless shirt, revealing her two smooth and white arms, attracting many men's improper gazes.

Zhiling felt that this kind of learning was like returning to her university days. During class, male and female students exchanged glances, passed notes, or whispered sweet nothings.

She loved this atmosphere, loved the way all the men's eyes followed her. In these situations, she always felt at ease, like a fish in water. A casual smile, an unintentional stretch, or a slight shift of her long legs naturally drew attention. This truly satisfied her, and immediately sparked a lot of interest; other things began to sprout within her. Why not? She pleased others and enjoyed herself, like a couple making love—there was giving and receiving pleasure, and the more one gave, the greater the pleasure.

Zhao Zhen was about to speak, sitting on the platform. Liu Zhu and Wu Yan were sitting together, whispering intimately, with Wu Yan's occasional sharp laughs. Just then, someone tugged at her. She turned around and saw her roommate, Izumi Shizuka, though she couldn't remember which school she was from. There happened to be an empty seat next to her, so she pulled Zhiling to sit with her. Izumi Shizuka was wearing a white shirt with green checks, but the neckline was very low, revealing half of her breast. Zhiling pulled her down to sit and whispered in her ear, "Girl, you're practically bursting out." Izumi Shizuka didn't understand at first, looking confused, but when she saw Zhiling's gaze on her chest, she immediately understood. A blush rose to her chest, and she quickly tugged at her collar. Zhiling thought she was still a very innocent young woman, but then she noticed a boy in the back row leaning over his desk, staring intently at her feet. Izumi Shizuka's chubby calves under her denim skirt swung freely in her transparent sandals.

Zhiling felt that this kind of study was nothing more than providing a decadent and licentious party. The men were mostly portly, powerful figures who held sway over their respective schools, while the women were beautiful and alluring. They gathered together, no one laughing at anyone else, each tacitly seeking their own enjoyment.

After class, Zhao Zhen gave Zhiling a knowing look that only they understood. Then, Zhao Zhen led the way up the mountain, with Zhiling following behind, having escaped the others. The hotel was nestled against the mountainside, beside a few weeping willows, their tender green leaves still tinged with pale yellow, their long branches swaying gently towards the water. Near the bank, several clumps of small, lush bamboo grew. As they walked, Zhao Zhen abandoned the flat, cobblestone path and ventured into the woods on the hillside. When Zhiling caught up, he pulled her into a tight embrace and began to kiss her. The kisses were long and intense, his tongue swirling in her mouth, his hands caressing her breasts. Zhiling could feel his intense desire; his hands were squeezing hard, his mouth was sucking forcefully, and when his hand slipped inside her skirt, he became even more unrestrained. Just as Zhiling felt Zhao Zhen was about to pull down her panties, she quickly pulled her mouth away from his tongue. Slightly panting, she said, "Not here, the trees are too sparse, someone will see." Zhao Zhen also felt that being too close to the roadside would expose them easily if passersby paid attention. He pointed to a patch of lower bushes by the lake in the distance: "Let's go there." Zhiling swayed her hips and walked forward, not pulling down her skirt that Zhao Zhen had lifted. Her two plump, white buttocks, clad in thin strips of fabric, swayed alluringly from side to side. Zhao Zhen hurried a few steps to catch up with her, slapping her buttocks and then putting his arm around her shoulders. As they walked, he slipped his hand inside her bra, caressing her nipples as they went. The buds were already erect and perky. Not content with just two fingers, he added his whole hand, kneading her breasts and pulling the bra straps off her shoulders. The hand that had been around her waist became unruly, reaching into her underwear from behind and struggling inside. Her genitals were soaked and wet, and he pulled at her panties. Zhi Ling cried out, "Hey, don't rush! Don't break them!" Suddenly, two men stood up from the dense bushes. Everyone looked at each other, bewildered. The two men stared at each other awkwardly, speechless, but forced smiles on their faces. Zhiling saw that Izumi Shizuka's face was flushed as if she were drunk, and her eyes were watery with a spring-like look, so it seemed that she had just finished. She said, "You're all done, so don't take up any more space." The man relaxed and waved to Zhao Zhen, "Old Zhao, I'll come drink with you tonight." Zhiling, however, was holding Quan Jingxiang and gave her a squeeze on her high breasts, whispering, "Sister, does it feel good?" Quan Jingxiang smiled shyly, but as she was about to leave, she pinched Zhiling's buttocks. Zhiling exclaimed, "Oh my, what a crazy woman!" Before the couple had gone far, Zhao Zhen pulled out his already thick and long penis from his crotch. Without even taking off his pants, he grabbed one of Zhiling's legs and placed it on a tree branch. He moved her narrow panties aside and thrust it diagonally into her flower bud. It was already gushing and slippery, swallowing it completely. Zhiling leaned back, her beautifully coiled hair falling loose, her rose-red hair spreading out in a cascade.

Zhao Zhen held her waist with one hand, arching his back with all his might. Only someone like Zhiling, who had trained in dance, could have such a flexible body. He arched his body like a bridge, his loose hair touching the ground, exposing his crotch, allowing Zhao Zhen to thrust and pump freely. In no time, Zhiling was crying out and moaning loudly. She loved the unrestrained indulgence in the wild, and in the gentle breeze, she easily reached her climax. She felt like she was floating in the blue sky, rising among the clouds. She

didn't know how much time had passed, or how many positions they had changed, but Zhiling felt that her legs were sore and weak, as if they had cramped. Then, it gradually got dark, and a cool breeze blew by. Zhiling opened her eyes and saw that the two of them were already naked, leaning against each other. She woke Zhao Zhen, saying, "Get up, I'm starving."

That night, the men gathered to drink, and Zhiling went with Zhao Zhen. Quan Jingxiang also came with the man. Zhiling knew his name was Lao Sun, and he was also the principal of Quan Jingxiang's school. Everyone knew about the unexpected encounter that evening. Zhiling went over and put her arm around Quan Jingxiang. Seeing that Quan Jingxiang's neckline was very low, revealing half of her ample breasts and a noticeable cleavage, she complimented the exquisite fabric of her top and then casually squeezed her breast. Quan Jingxiang cried out, "You're going to kill me! How could you squeeze so hard?" This attracted many glances. She blushed and pulled Zhiling aside, where they walked arm in arm and whispered intimate words. Everyone was singing, eating, drinking, and having fun in a private room. They seemed to be in a great mood. Everyone had done what they needed to do and released what they needed to release. Those who hadn't released their pent-up emotions sneaked away, like Liu Zhu and Wu Yan.

Ms. Wu Yan, who accompanied the school this time, spoke fluent English with a strong Oxford accent. She had a slightly alluring, upturned nose and pouty lips that seemed to await a kiss. Because of her often innocent yet bewildered expression, men often fell at her feet before they even realized the danger she posed. Wu Yan's first man was a cellist, much older than her. Men involved in serious music are generally quite polite, even during intimacy, they remain refined and courteous. Even Wu Yan's suggestion that he play the cello naked almost made him faint on the spot. Finally, after a less-than-satisfactory intimacy, Wu Yan burst into tears, lamenting her despair: "No kisses, no hugs, no climax." Her musician boyfriend was even more desperate; it's said he not only broke up with her but also abstained from women ever since. Wu Yan's second man was a white-collar worker of similar age. This time, she'd truly met her match. From the day they met, she'd been acting wildly, finally daring to storm into his office. In her overconfidence, Wu Yan not only kicked over the office screen but also knocked down his laptop. But at the crucial moment, she still managed a sharp, chivalrous shout: "Why are you so useless? You're just eating and drinking for free!" And so, the poor office worker was rendered impotent on the spot. Thus, she had to find a third man. When Wu Yan told Zhiling all this, she looked innocent and aggrieved. She said she couldn't understand why her unintentional actions always became a disaster for men. As she spoke, her eyes were already glancing at a handsome man five steps away. Zhiling chuckled inwardly; another unlucky fellow was about to be unlucky.

That unlucky fellow was Liu Zhu, Liu Chunsheng, the sports academy graduate and marathon runner. He hadn't yet met his demise, but who knew what would happen next? However, the two hit it off immediately, becoming intimately entangled, sticky, and passionately inseparable.

Zhiling couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the room, so she left alone. She initially intended to go to Zhao Zhen's room, but upon arriving, she saw a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, indicating that Liu Zhu and Wu Yan were definitely in the room. She then went to Wu Yan's room and chatted briefly with the old woman. The old woman was preparing for a lecture the next day, wearing reading glasses and diligently working on her lesson. Her conversation with Zhiling was disjointed and incoherent, showing her distracted state.

Zhiling then returned to her own room, where she found Quan Jingxiang had already excused herself and was washing clothes in the bathroom. Seeing Izumi Shizuka hanging her half-cup bra to dry, Zhiling said, "I'm so envious of your great breasts, being able to wear this type of bra." "What's so great about them? They always attract so many lewd glances." She said this, but her face was beaming. "But, Sister Qian, your long legs are pretty good too, you can wear both skirts and pants." She then vacated the bathroom. When Zhiling came out after showering and wearing a towel, Izumi Shizuka was already in bed.

"I like to sleep naked, you don't mind, do you?" Zhiling said to Izumi Shizuka, who was lying on the bed.

"Do as you please. But that will dirty the sheets. I don't believe you won't leak a little while you're sleeping."

"I do that at home too, I just change them frequently. " "

With that, Zhiling turned off the light, and a sliver of golden light seeped in. Only then did Zhiling realize she had forgotten to draw the curtains. Outside the window, a bright moon hung high in the sky. She hadn't forgotten to leave the door open.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Zhen indeed sneaked into Zhiling's bed. In her sleep, Zhiling smelled the scent of alcohol and cigarettes, and was suddenly startled. Before she could even cry out, his mouth was covered by hers. The tongue that entered her mouth felt familiar, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two of them twisted together. Zhao Zhen was already ready to fight, and Zhiling was also eager to bloom. With her twisting movements, it was easy for his penis to penetrate her alluring place. One had come prepared, and the other had planned ahead. As soon as their two sensitive spots touched, they began to thrust and pump relentlessly. For a moment, the rough breathing was like the whooshing of bellows in a kitchen." Their flesh clashed, making a clattering, crisp sound, accompanied by the wet, sloshing noises, like a cat licking paste or a chicken or goose munching on food. The blankets had slipped off the bed, revealing a broad, dark arm that held a delicate, fair body close. Her white breasts and slender arms and legs were tightly entwined with his strong, muscular frame, locked in a fierce struggle.

Zhao Zhen pressed his penis against her, grabbed a pillow, and placed it under Zhiling's white buttocks. He lifted her long legs and, with a pounding motion, thrust downwards, penetrating her completely. Zhiling gripped his supporting arms, her delicate brows furrowed, allowing him to indulge in his lewd acts. Her legs kicked wildly, completely forgetting that Izumi Shizuka was on the bed beside her. In the heat of the moment, she couldn't help but moan lewdly, "Ah, ah, ah, baby, hurry up." The voice was melodious and lingering, like a wordless tune being hummed. Just as Zhiling was deeply engrossed and overjoyed, her soul seemingly soaring to the heavens, she suddenly felt his member growing wildly and rapidly inside her, the glans trembling violently. Zhiling hurriedly opened her tightly closed vaginal muscles and pushed Zhao Zhen's body away. "Don't ejaculate inside, I forgot to take my medicine." "As he spoke, he turned around and took Zhao Zhen's dangling penis into his mouth. It stood erect, its eyes wide open, as if about to burst, veins bulging like locust worms. He forced Zhiling's small mouth wide open to take it in, then began to suck hard. A moment later, Zhao Zhen cried out, his penis throbbing violently in Zhiling's mouth, and hot semen rushed down her throat. Then, it continued to gush forth, a torrent of semen that overwhelmed Zhiling, thick, rice-milk-like white discharge seeping from the corners of her mouth.

Afterwards, Zhao Zhen gently wiped Zhiling's mouth with a towel. Zhiling felt weak all over, completely exhausted, and finally, having expended her passion, she fell asleep quickly.

Zhiling was deeply engrossed in what was going on..." In her dream, she heard a faint sound from across the room. Zhiling reached out, but Zhao Zhen was gone. It was almost dawn, and outside the window, a flushed, intoxicating red hue hung in the air. On the bed opposite, a shocking image filled her breathless: Izumi Shizuka's face was half-hidden by her hair, and she writhed under Zhao Zhen's pressure, moaning softly. Two shapely, alluring thighs intertwined, one buttock thrusting violently in response. Zhiling was dizzy and exhausted by this unexpected sight. Zhao Zhen, like an ox, was thrusting into her, occasionally grinding his hips. The petite Izumi Shizuka was squeezed and helpless. She noticed Zhiling was awake and, squinting her narrow eyes, cried out to her with delight, "Sister Qian, help me! Don't let him—!" Zhiling felt a surge of heat coursing through her body, an unbearable sensation washing over her. A smug, detached smile still lingered on her face: "Oh, don't be shy, let's play around. You've done it before, hehe." Zhiling felt utterly shameless, to tolerate Zhao Zhen's undisguised intimacy with her, only to suddenly appear in another woman's bed. She was disappointed by Zhao Zhen's undisguised smugness, but then she thought, her relationship with Zhao Zhen was merely physical, and besides, he still had the power to control her. Thinking this, her untimely nerves stirred; her heart felt like a balloon suspended in mid-air, adrift and empty, swaying aimlessly, and her nipples, uncooperatively, hardened and erected. She trembled as she sank into the water, drowning herself.

Across from her, the two were at the crucial moment. Izumi Shizuka groaned incoherently, her legs taut, the sheets soaked with their semen. Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth, lifting and thrusting harder, his movements increasingly forceful, his hips rising and falling with his hips. Suddenly, it became rapid and frantic, his heavy breathing like a wild beast stirring in the night. Then came the thrilling ejaculation, and Zhiling felt her own vagina trembling with each thrust.

"Can't take it anymore? Ha, look how wanton you are!" Zhiling teased Izumi Shizuka. Zhao Zhen, still lying on her pale body, said with lingering pleasure, "You're so tight, not like a married woman, like a young girl." Then, she picked up her clothes and staggered into the bathroom. Izumi Shizuka was still lazily lying on the bed, saying to Zhiling while looking at Zhao Zhen's back, "That thing is really something." "Long, isn't it? People call it an elephant." Zhiling went over and pinched her cheek. Izumi Shizuka struggled, crying out, "I dare not move! Look, if I move, it'll flow even more!" Zhiling giggled, "Wow, so much! Izumi Shizuka, you're quite ruthless, you don't even blink when you're taking advantage of men." When Zhiling returned home from her studies, she was told that Jiaming had come several times, wanting to talk to her again.

Her mother also advised her that whether they stayed together or broke up, she had to give an explanation, and dragging it out wasn't a solution. It happened to be the weekend, so she arranged to meet Jiaming at a teahouse in the park, a place they liked to go before their marriage.

The current Zhiling was completely different from the one in the mountains; her long, wavy hair was dyed rose-red, further highlighting her fair and full face. Her figure had also become fuller; if she was a budding flower before, now she was in full bloom, exuding the charm and allure of a mature woman. The teahouse was located by the lake, the water lying quietly beneath it, as still as a vat of strong green wine. A ray of moonlight floated on the surface, constantly shifting. The willows by the lake, intoxicated by the water and the wind, lazily swayed a few long branches from time to time, then drooped wearily.

Jiaming was already there, ordering beer and drinking alone. From afar, he saw Zhiling swinging her long legs towards him. He imagined her slender, delicate feet, her fair ankles, her nimble, goat-like calves, and her snow-white thighs; her gracefully curved buttocks that made her whole body stand tall; her flat stomach and small, shallow navel; her full, firm breasts and slender neck; and her pretty face framed by a dark, lustrous complexion. She walked towards him, her skin like ice and snow, her figure graceful and elegant, like a celestial fairy descended to earth by moonlight, her dance steps shimmering.

Jiaming stood up to offer her a seat, then diligently brushed the fallen leaves from the chair. A wry smile appeared on his face: "You've come." "Just got back from the city training." Zhiling gracefully sat down opposite him, pressing her hand against the hem of her skirt—a very ladylike gesture from a woman who liked to wear short skirts.

"Things are going well for you now. I heard you're quite popular at No. 1 High School," Jiaming said hesitantly. "I'm in a terrible situation, caught in the middle." Zhiling then took a closer look at him. He had become terribly thin in the months since she'd last seen him; his shoulders were high and hunched, his shoulder blades bulging under his shirt, highlighting his long, thin neck. Zhiling couldn't help but feel pity, but said, "You brought this on yourself, who can you blame?" "It's all my fault, I just beg for your forgiveness," he said. Women are easily swayed by a man's pleading, and Zhiling was no exception. Jiaming continued, "I really can't stay in the mountains anymore. I can't face the students when I teach; they dare to insult me to my face. I don't dare go to town anymore either, there are always people gossiping behind my back. A person really shouldn't make a wrong step." "The school leaders don't care," Zhiling said, feeling indignant and somewhat indignant on his behalf. Jiaming shook his head dejectedly and said, "You don't know the Zhang family's power. Not only in the town, but even in the city, no one dares to do anything to them." "Then what do you want to do?" Zhiling asked softly. Jiaming knew it was a sign of reconciliation, and he clung to it like a drowning man desperately grasping at a straw. "Only you can help me. As long as you don't leave me, I will pull myself together." "I'll think of something," Zhiling said, lowering her eyes. Jiaming then recounted what had happened in the mountains after she left. He had kept Zhiling's underwear from that night, which he had proudly displayed at school, claiming that the owner of the town's general store had traded him a carton of Zhonghua cigarettes. Xiao Bei also said he possessed Zhiling's pantyhose, and his wife had threatened suicide, wanting a divorce. He had declared that if they could get a divorce, he would marry Zhiling.

They had both drunk a lot of beer. Zhiling's half-drunk, half-sober eyes were particularly alluring in the moonlight. Jiaming consciously recalled details of their courtship. He pointed to a huge rock in the distance and asked Zhiling if she remembered it. Zhiling said of course she remembered; behind that rock were two intertwined trees, and it was there that he first brought her to orgasm with his mouth. Zhiling smiled tenderly at him, her smile, now flushed with the effects of alcohol, transforming her into his burning desire once more. At that moment, they felt a deep connection with each other again. Then Zhiling stood up and said, "I need to use the restroom."

"Do you remember where it is?" Jiaming asked solicitously. "I'll go with you." Zhiling smiled sweetly, neither refusing nor agreeing, and left her seat, turning and walking unsteadily towards the restroom. Jiaming, in her denim miniskirt that accentuated her supple waist, rounded, firm hips, and straight, shapely legs, carried her model-like figure, gracefully heading straight into a distant restroom. He watched her retreating figure, feeling a surge of heat rise from his lower abdomen, instantly coursing through his entire body. A wave of irritation washed over him, his body burning with a restless, agitated feeling. He roused himself, gritted his teeth, and uttered a curse that seemed to last forever, before striding after her.

Jiaming followed Zhiling into the bathroom, and just as she was about to close the door, he hurriedly shoved his foot through the crack and squeezed his shoulder to slip inside. Zhiling playfully scolded, "I'm peeing, why are you following me?" But her hands weren't idle; she lifted her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and squatted on the toilet, the sound of dripping filling the air.

Just as she finished and arched her back, Jiaming saw her long, jade-like legs, white as satin, and a high, protruding area where the delicate grass between the two petals trembled and dewdrops swayed. He couldn't resist teasing her with both hands, and immediately felt the petals slightly open, their inner flesh swishing and sucking. He turned Zhiling's entire body over, spread her buttocks with both hands, and squatted on the ground. He immediately stuck out his red tongue and licked her buttocks, reaching the melting fairy cave, the winding path leading to the secluded spot, and slowly sucking the flower's heart.

Zhiling lay prone on the toilet, her plump, snow-white buttocks raised high, trying to display her private parts, revealing her greasy, smooth, and rosy vulva. Naturally, her lust was burning intensely. Her vulva was clenched as if about to burst, as if an inexhaustible spring was gushing out, wetting the fine hairs. Jiaming stretched out his long tongue and explored the petals. With a gentle touch, something that was neither bone nor flesh emerged, like a young novice monk peeking out from behind a curtain. He had been exploring this place for years, caressing every aspect of Zhiling's body. How could he not recognize this young novice? Whenever she was burning with lust and her desire was unbearable, this young novice would peek out of her boudoir, hair disheveled, and quietly appear. He bit deeply into her with his sharp teeth, his grip tightening and slowly thrusting, like a chicken pecking at its prey, like a snake flicking its tongue. Zhiling, tormented, cried out softly, a gush of hot, wet fluid gushing out, soaking Jiaming's mouth, lips, and face.

Jiaming's hands trembled as he unbuckled his belt, pulling his underwear down to his ankles. He guided his penis deep into Zhiling's rear, where she was already overflowing with fluid. With a simple thrust of his hips, it slid in completely without resistance. Then he thrust forward, his hips pounding and slapping against her with resounding force. Meanwhile, his hands slipped inside Zhiling's shirt, unhooking her bra and caressing her long-missed breasts. Zhiling felt the heavy, substantial thing inside her, knowing Jiaming hadn't used it in a long time. A pang of guilt rose in her heart, and the sudden surge of emotion fueled a passion within her, causing a warm current to rise in her lower body. Jiaming felt a sudden heat, and his member swelled aggressively, supporting Zhiling's lower body with a mixture of tension and itch. She felt as if it were a living thing, biting, tearing, sucking, and ripping inside her, as if her internal organs were being pulled and ripped out.

The two bodies were entangled in that small space, oblivious to the pair of eyes that were secretly watching them from outside. The young waiter at the teahouse had been aroused the moment Zhiling arrived. His eyes had been glued to her all night. When he saw her leave her seat and go into the restroom, he secretly followed her. Now, he was peeking through the crack in the door at the vibrant and alluring scene inside. He saw a white, writhing body and heard the pleasurable, gurgling sounds, like fish nibbling at water or raindrops soaking into mud. His heart was already racing, his spirit was wild, and his manhood was burning hot, stretching his pants as if he were wearing a straw hat. A fiery passion surged within him, surging and pounding. Before he knew it, he was ejaculating. He couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring the sudden pleasure, and couldn't help but let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

This startled the couple inside, who were enjoying their lovemaking. Zhiling hurriedly turned away, pulling up her panties that had slipped between her legs. Jiaming quickly opened the door and peeked out, only to see a dark figure dart out as if fleeing. Zhiling playfully punched Jiaming's chest, saying, "I won't do it! Someone's been peeping!" "

Don't worry, he doesn't know us," Jiaming said, seeing her pale face, her shy and charming demeanor, and gently patted her cheek. The two then straightened their clothes and returned to their seats.

It was late when Zhiling got home. Her desire to help Jiaming wasn't unfounded, nor was it just a perfunctory attempt to comfort him. Zhang Qingshan had secretly contacted her recently, saying he felt deeply uneasy about his rash actions and wanted to apologize. Zhiling understood the old man's true intentions. She remembered how he had lingered over her that night, so infatuated with her. At that time, Zhiling hesitated, worried that her relationship with Jiaming wasn't resolved and she feared he might use it against her. So she wavered. After joining Zhao Zhen and his group at No. 1 Middle School, Zhiling felt ashamed of their extravagant and dissolute lifestyle, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic for her initial romantic ideal of living a secluded paradise with Jiaming in the mountain school. Every time she returned home, in this cramped room, many worries would inexplicably arise. Then, an uncontrollable weariness swept over her like a tide washing over a beach. She placed her hands on her chest and quickly fell asleep.

The morning sunlight, like a bottle of fine wine, was uncorked and poured unselfishly into the cups of every human being, ensuring that everyone could share in this delicious beverage of sunshine. It destined those fresh, slightly tipsy days to be a beautiful beginning, a sudden burst of brightness in a long, dark world. As soon as Zhiling got out of bed, she didn't care about her naked body. She frantically rummaged through drawers looking for Zhang Qingshan's business card. He said very few people knew the phone number on it; only a few of his close female friends or high-ranking figures in the city knew it, allowing them to contact him directly without going through a secretary. At the time, Zhiling didn't care and carelessly tossed it aside. Her movements woke her parents, who asked from outside her room, "Qian, what are you looking for so early in the morning?" Startled, she realized she was completely naked. She quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on, then went to the door and told the elderly couple, "Nothing, just looking for a business card." She found it in her handbag. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she wondered why she had carried the piece of paper with her, perhaps secretly hoping to find him someday. Stretching her long, smooth legs, she reclined on the bed and dialed a number. A response came quickly.

"It's me, Zhiling," she simply introduced herself. The voice on the other end was muffled; he was probably still asleep. She pressed, "What's wrong? Still not up? I'll call again later." "No, no, no," he repeatedly refused, now fully awake. A slight smile appeared on Zhiling's lips. "I played cards with city leaders all night last night and didn't go to sleep until very late. What advice do you have for me, Teacher Sun?" This country bumpkin would boast about even taking a quick trip to the toilet as closing a deal worth over a million. "I'd like to invite you to dinner," Zhiling said softly, making her sound even more gentle and without malice.

"Then I should be the one treating, as long as you'd do me the honor, Teacher Sun," he said, flattered and unable to hide his excitement. Zhiling said, "It's agreed, don't bring so many people, I don't like it." "Definitely, definitely," he said, and they arranged to meet at noon in the Paris Hall of the hotel.

When Zhiling arrived at the Paris Hall of the hotel on April 3rd, she saw Zhang Qingshan and his female secretary already waiting there, and a vague displeasure arose in her heart. Her face showed a less than happy expression. Zhiling's coquettish, feigned anger stirred Zhang Qingshan's heart. He dismissed his secretary; the woman standing before him was the most exceptionally alluring and sexy woman he had ever seen. Now he could scrutinize her more closely. Her figure, draped in a grey dress, the thin silk clinging tightly to her voluptuous body, the collar deliberately open, her high breasts clearly visible and eye-catching. He could clearly see her nipples, as if teased, pressed tightly against the soft fabric. As she approached him, her thighs, waist, and hips trembled slowly like flowing water, exuding a sensual allure. She wasn't just walking; she was gliding, using her unusual physique to draw his attention and satisfy his sexual desire.

"You wanted me, didn't you? Here I am," Zhiling said bluntly. She knew that dealing with Zhang Qingshan didn't require unnecessary words; the man was almost too clever for his wits. Zhiling's straightforwardness caught him off guard, but he didn't show any excessive loss of composure. Still smiling, he said, "Are you still angry?" "Of course I am. What would I be if I weren't angry?" Zhiling's eyes were fixed on him, her high breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her sheer dress in a rhythmic, unmistakably sexy dance.

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. I sincerely apologize to you." He felt weak and powerless in her presence; he, Zhang Qingshan, was usually a stalwart man. Suddenly, he felt a surge of thirst, reached for his teacup, and swallowed, only to be surprised that he wasn't thirsty. He finally realized it was the heat surging within him that was causing the problem. Zhiling refilled his teacup, and with a slight movement, the upper part of her dress opened even more boldly, exposing her lovely breasts to his view. “Zhiling, tell me what you want, I’ll give you anything.” Zhiling sat back down in her chair, her two alluring long legs crossed, her thin skirt trailing above her knees, revealing her soft, plump thighs. Every move she made was incredibly seductive. “I don’t want anything,” Zhiling said, biting her lower lip. Yet, a hidden, indescribable pleasure lingered in her heart.

Zhang Qingshan regretted his inherent attitude towards Zhiling; he couldn’t even straighten his back when he saw her. Of course, with age, his manhood had withered like an old tree, wilted like a flower after frost. Because it had been idle for so long, it had become nothing more than a decoration for his lower body. But that day, this woman had suddenly brought it back to life, and once alive, it refused to die. Like a withered tree blossoming in spring, it flourished wildly. A single rain and dew nourished it, and it sprouted many tender, oily branches and many vibrant green leaves, each one swaying and alluring.

The waiters had already served them dishes; the portions weren't large, but the quality was excellent, including shark fin, abalone, and some other delicacies that Zhiling couldn't name but found very appealing. Even the serving dishes were exquisite, resplendent in gold. Zhiling knew it was his secretary who had ordered them and couldn't help but admire her thoughtfulness. Zhang Qingshan poured Zhiling a Louis XIII; the wine was crystal clear, with the amber hue that Zhiling loved. It was rich and full-bodied, with an unforgettable aftertaste.

Zhang Qingshan, like a lone wolf, claimed his territory, the bottle forever filled with the fragrant liquid, while the glass remained forever empty, emptied in one gulp. Zhiling couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him: "Don't drink so much." "Zhiling, will you recognize me as your godfather?" He said so suddenly that even Zhiling was surprised that it came from him. "Are you drunk?" "No, silly girl, I need a formal title for you to be happy." He said it with unwavering certainty.

That day, while Zhiling was slightly suspicious of their rapidly developing relationship, she also experienced firsthand what it meant for the wealthy to keep their word and be incredibly generous. Zhang Qingshan led her to his secret apartment in the city, which, it should be said, was now Zhiling's. Overwhelmed with excitement, Zhiling's face flushed pink, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her nose. She ran excitedly back and forth in the spacious room, occasionally letting out a joyful scream; everything astonished her.

Zhang Qingshan caught her on the balcony. He embraced her, and he seemed to smell a fragrance, a sensual scent emanating from her. Similarly, her body was alluringly alluring beneath her clothes. Her mouth was slightly open, as if awaiting his kiss. Having just drunk alcohol, Zhiling's cheeks were flushed, and the natural rosy color of her lips surpassed even the most expensive lipstick. Her sparkling white teeth peeked between her red lips, like a string of jade beads. They kissed passionately, their breaths rippling with saliva. Zhiling unbuttoned his shirt, slowly pulling it open to reveal his chest. As she licked his bare breasts, he closed his eyes, a surge of desire rising within him, his manhood stirring. He gently unbuttoned her silk dress, fastened with four buttons at the shoulders, letting it slip down her thighs. His eyes widened at the sight of her naked, voluptuous body. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but firm and erect, the nipples upturned, two pale purplish-red points teasing and arousing him like the seductive eyes of a siren, causing his lower body to swell with desire.

At this moment, Zhiling shifted her feet, and her dress slipped to the ground. He noticed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. When he remembered that she had just been sitting beside him like this, he suddenly felt incredibly lacking in self-control, almost ejaculating. Zhiling had a slender waist, but full, rounded hips. Her lower abdomen was flat with a slight bulge. Below her abdomen was the essence of a woman's life: a tuft of dark, shiny hair, slightly curled. The experienced Zhang Qingshan could tell from this tuft of soft, droopy hair that she was a woman with an exceptionally strong sex drive. She loved it when men rode her like wild horses, and she was easily satisfied. With just a little teasing, her body would groan and writhe as if she were seriously ill, and like a pitiful snake, she would become increasingly entwined with the man, reaching the peak of ecstasy together.

Her naked body was so close to his. As Zhiling stretched out her legs to tease him, he leaned forward, skillfully teasing her with his tongue. Zhiling pressed his face between her legs, her body trembling, panting, as she reached into his crotch, groping. Suddenly, she seemed to lose control, moaning wildly, tightly clutching his head. Zhang Qingshan's tongue, like a red serpent, snaked across her petals, his teeth biting at the sensitive clitoris hidden among her pubic hair. Desire burned within Zhiling's body, gradually spreading to her chest. She felt the flames about to leap from her throat. Extreme thirst made her involuntarily hold his head tightly with both hands, as if cradling some pure offering, some precious gift.

Zhang Qingshan's head was pulled to Zhiling's chest by her. He straightened up, his lips glistening, his wide, seemingly frenzied eyes flashing. The two walked together into the bedroom. Once on the bed, Zhang Qingshan displayed the urgency and impulsiveness of a young man. Zhiling lay across the bed, her gaze following his lower abdomen to his groin, finally settling on his deeply rooted penis. He took her tongue in his mouth, one hand tightly holding her, his lower body slowly sliding down towards her. Suddenly, she let out a soft moan of pleasure. She knew that thing was forcefully entering her body. Zhiling couldn't suppress the excitement, and a lot of vaginal fluid seeped out to welcome his entry, letting him thrust wildly inside her. With his violent thrusts, she carefully and slowly stretched her body under his heavy, mountain-like body, searching for the most satisfying position and angle for him. She felt as if she had become a pink balloon, floating in the wind, drifting leisurely through the clouds. The wind teased her, tossing her high in the air one moment and then flinging her down the next.

Zhiling's long, white legs were tightly wrapped around Zhang Qingshan's waist. The surging pleasure forced her to instinctively curl her legs upwards, revealing a bright red petal between her legs amidst the darkness. As his penis rose, it appeared, and a thick, white fluid gushed from her opening, spraying onto his inner thighs.

He watched this erotic scene and smiled silently. He slowly thrust in and out, trying to prolong the pleasure.

He felt a sense of comfort, as if ironed. This noble and arrogant woman had submitted to his erect penis; this naked woman lay gracefully on a large bed, obediently submitting to his control.

The woman writhed like a snake, her long, disheveled hair scattering like starlight. Her crimson lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth and a tongue that moved rhythmically, its movements like a flower blooming and closing. Her sensitive nostrils flared, emitting soft, delicate breaths and alluring, seductive moans. This feeling excited him, thrilled him. It even surpassed the moment he ejaculated into her vagina.

Zhang Qingshan was surprised by his own prowess; this woman gave him a pleasure he hadn't felt in years. She was a truly exquisite beauty, tall and strong, yet every movement was so alluring and seductive. Zhiling casually lit a cigarette, playfully pursing her lips, round and red like cherries, exhaling wisps of smoke that drifted away. She then handed the cigarette to him. Afterward, she got up, stretched, and slipped off the bed, shirtless. Her thick hair cascaded down to her shoulders as she gracefully walked into the bathroom.

Zhiling hummed a lullaby in the bathroom with a smug look on her face. Zhang Qingshan believed the cheerful tune came from the heart. He was also very proud; women were like wild horses beneath men, and only men who conquered women could conquer the world. When she came out, she had somehow acquired a loose bathrobe, but it couldn't conceal her mature and voluptuous curves and contours. She walked to the bedside, her eyes sparkling with a playful smile, and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the lips, skillfully swaying her hips.

"Dad, the hot water's ready, hurry up and wash," he said, squeezing her buttocks. "What an understanding daughter." With that, he got up and went into the bathroom. Zhiling coaxed the old man into the bathtub like a child. Then, she took off her clothes, gently scooped up water, and splashed it on herself. The marble floor was too slippery, so Zhiling had to spread her legs to support herself. He looked up at her from the pool, smiling, constantly seeking opportunities to tease her. Zhiling twisted and turned, trying to avoid him, before finally entering the bath. Zhang Qingshan, already inside, had made room for her. As her body submerged in the water, he suddenly turned her around. Zhiling gasped and covered herself with a towel.

He gazed at her with a smile, gently kissing her forehead. Gradually, Zhiling accepted his embrace. When she touched his body, she let out a soft moan. She found her eyes blurry and her shoulders weak. Slowly, Zhang Qingshan held her, removing the towel from her body. Zhiling tried to pull away, but he held her down. When his cool lips pressed against her warm body, Zhiling felt incredibly comfortable. As their bodies pressed tightly together, he caressed her breasts from below, slowly kneading them while relentlessly kissing her. Zhiling felt her whole body go limp like a jellyfish, losing all strength, almost collapsing. Then, Zhang Qingshan picked her up and persistently caressed her, his other hand wandering to her lower body. For a moment, Zhiling's body trembled, and she closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased. After leaving the bath, he lathered their bodies with perfume and pressed their foamy bodies tightly together. Finally, Zhiling twisted her body and couldn't help but moan. Zhang Qingshan then pressed her against the wall without restraint. He kissed her back like rain and suddenly pressed down on her from behind. Zhiling tried to turn around, but his powerful strength pressed her down, and his angry, purplish-red penis was already inside her. Zhiling's body melted like cream, and she couldn't help but bend over, raising her buttocks higher to meet him. Pleasure shot from her toes to the top of her head. He was still thrusting intensely, as if he had entered a state of ecstasy. Zhiling felt his heavy breathing behind her, his body convulsing rapidly. She cried out, "Not here, I want to go to the bed!" Ignoring the perfume smeared on their bodies, they went hand-in-hand to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Zhang Qingshan saw Zhiling's two pale pink nipples and purple navel, alluring and malevolent like a three-eyed succubus, and his penis instantly became frighteningly large and hard. She twitched her thighs, urging, "Give it to me quickly, I want it!" They became one again, her eyes closed... Her eyes widened, and she began to wiggle her hips, her body trembling from the impact. She cried out passionately, "Ah, Dad, this is so good!" Her hips swayed violently, her body arching back, her fingers gripping his back tightly. "Oh, I'm dying, hurry!" Zhiling knew her climax was approaching. Her vagina was convulsing in waves, as if a surge of pleasurable fluid was flowing from her uterus, a torrent of intense pleasure that made her feel as if she were floating. Suddenly, her eyes widened, a vacant, gleaming light in them. With a cry, she gripped him tightly, feeling him throbbing and trembling inside her. His glans twitched as if electrocuted, each throbbing faster and more intense than the last, a torrent of semen surging towards her. She could feel his immense power; if he weren't inside her, his thick, snot-like semen would have sprayed several feet out. They both reached the climax of their passion simultaneously. He limply pulled away from her, limbs outstretched, the two naked bodies lying side by side on the bed, both still immersed in the afterglow of their love. Zhiling held his hand tightly and said, "It felt so good." Zhang Qingshan greedily caressed her again: "You finally admitted it just now." Zhiling moaned and chuckled under his teasing, slightly writhing and trembling: "What did I admit?" "Didn't you already call me Dad?" He was excited but not without reason.

"What did I call you?" Zhiling sensed his ecstasy.

“You called me Dad, you acknowledged me as your daughter. I want to hold a ceremony at the most luxurious hotel in the city,” he said. Zhiling almost felt a sense of accomplishment, even pride in her maturity and artistry. She hugged Zhang Qingshan tightly, her eyes closed, thinking and saying nothing, listless like a rubber doll.

After a long while, she finally spoke: “No, I want to hold it in the mountains, I want your family to know legitimately.”

“Okay, whatever you want, my good daughter, whatever you like.” He said, his hand moving between Zhiling’s legs. Zhiling giggled wantonly: “What kind of father treats his daughter like this?” “Who told my daughter to be so alluring?” he said, pressing down on Zhiling. He felt only a wave of heat, a surge of passion, an indescribable excitement.

She moaned: “How am I alluring? What nonsense are you talking about?” She became wild, repeatedly calling him bad. Zhiling further fueled the fire, making their encounter even more intense.

Zhang Qingshan didn't leave until the next morning. That night, he fell asleep holding Zhiling's breasts tightly. In his eyes, they were truly perfect breasts, full but not fat, firm but elastic, like two cute little birds that would fly away in the darkness if he didn't hold them tightly. Zhiling felt that he sometimes used too much force, almost making her cry out in pain, but she bit her lip to keep quiet, feeling a faint, indescribable sweetness in her heart.

When he left, he searched his entire body, leaving all his cash and his cell phone with him.

Seeing his tired face, Zhiling felt a pang of pity. Last night had been too passionate; she could never get enough of him. Just now, after breakfast, they had made love again on the sofa in the living room. He no longer had that vigorous, powerful strength, but his passion remained unchanged. Unfortunately, the last thing he gave Zhiling was only a pitifully small amount. So much so that when he patted her bottom and said he was leaving, Zhiling really wanted to hug him tightly one last time. The damned driver downstairs kept honking his horn like a death knell, and Zhiling could only reluctantly say goodbye.

The bell for the end of class had been ringing for a long time, but the students still seemed unsatisfied, bombarding Zhiling with questions. Zhiling could always feel the students' eager gazes, some even blatantly and erotically fixed on her private parts. Especially the boys; sometimes they made her wonder if she should wear more conservative clothing, but Zhiling didn't mind. Sometimes she even seemed to appreciate it; the men's focused gazes always stirred certain desires within her. Unable to resist their persistent questioning, Zhiling continued teaching for a while longer. As soon as the bell rang, she rushed to the restroom.

In the restroom next to the music and arts classroom, Zhiling didn't feel the urge to urinate, but the dampness in her underwear made her uncomfortable, so she placed some toilet paper there. When she came out, she touched up her makeup in front of the mirror. This mirror used to be a place where girls experiencing their first stirrings of love would express their feelings. She didn't know when or who started it, but these girls, while applying makeup and drawing their eyebrows and lips, liked to kiss their lips on it or draw heart shapes with lipstick. She had emphasized this many times, but it never stopped; in fact, it only got worse. That day, before class, in front of the class, especially the girls, Zhiling took a toilet mop from the bathroom and wiped the mirror from top to bottom. From then on, no one dared to offer their lips to it.

Actually, Zhiling had learned this trick from her teacher. Back then, she was similar to these girls, liking to pose and admire herself in front of the mirror. When she came out of the bathroom, most of her classmates had left. These days, Zhiling was riding high. Climbing the social ladder with Zhang Qingshan had benefited her greatly, and it had also made Jiaming regain his prestige in the mountains. Zhiling's cleverness lay in holding the family recognition ceremony in the mountains, letting everyone know that she was now Zhang Qingshan's goddaughter, and naturally, Jiaming his godson-in-law. The ceremony was grand and lively; everyone knew what was going on, but everyone congratulated Zhang Qingshan with smiles. During this time, Zhao Zhen neglected her, making him frantic, constantly calling Zhiling, thinking he had done something wrong. Zhiling simply smiled, not explaining, letting him worry; that's how you deal with men.

Zhiling packed up her teaching materials and went downstairs, taking three steps at a time. The girls behind her laughed at her. Zhiling turned around, puzzled. She stood on the second step, her upper leg bent like a bow, while the lower leg was straight. Just then, someone called out urgently, "Watch out under your skirt!" Zhiling was startled and instinctively squeezed her legs together. Looking down, she saw several boys sitting in a row on the railing, craning their necks upwards. Zhiling's face flushed. She then noticed that the other girls were also walking down the stairs so cautiously, taking as few small steps as possible and always staying close to the wall. Zhiling blushed even more. She was wearing a short skirt today, and she clearly remembered that she was wearing a red thong underneath, which offered almost no coverage. The thought of her private parts being exposed to the students made her flustered and confused, her eyes becoming hazy and gleaming. That's how Zhiling was; being spied on actually gave her a strange excitement, like a spark igniting a fire of desire within her. Even after reaching the administration office, Zhiling's face was still burning, a blush lingering on her cheeks.

The Academic Affairs Office was bustling with activity, as Liu Zhu and Wu Yan were getting married. Everyone was pooling their money to congratulate them, including Zhao Zhen. Seeing Zhi Ling blushing, Wang Shen approached her with concern and asked, "Teacher Sun, are you feeling unwell?" Zhi Ling smiled and replied, "It's nothing, thank you." Zhao Zhen came over and scolded Wang Shen, "Go and write this down! Who told you to come and fawn over me?" This drew laughter from the colleagues, and Zhi Ling couldn't help but feel sorry for him; Wang Shen always acted inappropriately, regardless of the occasion. Afterwards, knowing that Principal Zhao was unhappy, the colleagues made excuses to leave, and soon the Academic Affairs Office became deserted. Zhao Zhen called Zhiling to his office. Before he could even close the door, Zhiling threw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately like a tiger. Her impatient desire startled him. They stumbled to the sofa, kissing each other, and embraced. Zhao Zhen kissed her burning lips, caressed her breasts, and moved her bra aside, burying his mouth in her chest. "No!" he cried out in pleasure, protesting, "I want it now." She curled her plump thighs up, her hands reaching to pull down her panties. Zhao Zhen, also infected by her passion, unbuttoned his shirt. Just then, Zhiling's phone rang at the most inopportune moment. The clear, melodious sound was incredibly irritating to her, like a death knell. It

was Zhang Qingshan calling; he was waiting at the school gate to pick her up for dinner. Zhiling shrugged apologetically at Zhao Zhen, touched his face, said sorry, straightened her clothes, and left. Zhao Zhen had also heard rumors that Zhiling was recently getting intimate with an old man. He didn't care, thinking that what could a man over sixty do? Besides, Zhiling was the kind of woman full of passion and charm; how could an old man possibly handle her? He was just relying on his money to make up for what he couldn't have. From upstairs, Zhao Zhen saw the black Cadillac lying across the school gate, like a giant whale swallowing Zhiling whole, then slithering away, muttering curses under his breath, a string of profanities as plump and heavy as black grapes.

As soon as Zhiling got into the car, Zhang Qingshan lifted her legs in his lap from the back seat and started to massage them.

Her ankles were curved like bows, incredibly supple; he couldn't believe they could support such a body, her five delicate fingers and jade-like nails. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, "I'm so pathetic, I get so aroused whenever I see you." Zhiling probed his crotch, and sure enough, it was erect. She unzipped his trousers and bent over. The man, fearing onlookers, tried to push her away. Zhiling persisted, "I'm already wet." He reached down and touched her skirt; it was indeed soaking wet. He pinched Zhiling's nose in mock teasing. But Zhiling only fueled his desire, opening her mouth wide to take the head of his penis inside, her tongue licking and sucking. A woman like Zhiling, when she acted coquettishly in front of a man, possessed a more alluring charm than any virgin. Zhang Qingshan, unable to withstand her teasing, suddenly felt a surge of lust, and said to the driver, "Dezi, take another detour, choose a less crowded area." Zhiling felt his member rapidly swell and harden, so she caressed it wantonly, finally teasing it until it resembled a terrifying iron rod. He hummed comfortably, kissing her face haphazardly while stirring his hands around her genitals. He was surprised to find that in just a short while, Zhiling's panties were soaked, and her vulva trembled like the head of an invincible rooster. He understood that this woman was burning with passion, so he lifted her body and thrust into her hard, as if kissing her, Zhiling's genitals familiarly receiving his powerful member. She felt his member thrusting inside her from every angle—up, down, left, right, front, and back—waves of tingling pleasure washing over her. She sighed, then gritted her teeth and endured, continuing to move in rhythm with him. She longed to lie down, but the cramped space of the carriage forced her to remain in this position, wrestling with his member.

Like a kitten, she licked him with her tongue, intensifying his stimulation. Her soft hands caressed his hair, driving him to groan with unbearable urges. He howled like a wolf, roared like a tiger, and thrust his erect member towards her. Her hips nimbly met his, her arms tightly wrapped around his thick, bull-like neck.

She kissed his eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, his well-developed pectoral muscles, his tender armpits, igniting a burning desire within him once more.

Zhiling's face flushed crimson, her eyes widening and sparkling, like an angry little female cat, both alluring and adorable. Dezi stared, mesmerized, his heart pounding. A fuzzy worm slowly crawled within him, stirring an unbearable itch he couldn't scratch, a mixture of restlessness and excitement. Dezi had followed the old man for years, but he'd never seen him so unrestrained, his lust no different from theirs among the younger generation. He subtly adjusted the rearview mirror, aiming it at Zhiling's lower body. Zhiling, straddling Zhang Qingshan, had her skirt lifted to her waist, revealing a plump, white bottom bobbing up and down, the tuft of dark hair glistening with moisture. Damn, so white. A mature woman's voluptuous figure is like a full glass of fine wine, full but not overflowing; no man who sees it can resist taking a sip, as long as he's a real man. Dezi sighed inwardly. He hadn't witnessed Zhiling's abuse at the Dashan Restaurant that day. He'd only heard about Zhiling's body and her wanton manner from his friends later, whom he'd dismissed as exaggerated and unfounded. Today, he'd finally seen it for himself. No wonder the old man had spent so much money to win her favor without batting an eye. He drove onto the highway on the outskirts of the city, and before he knew it, the car veered towards the guardrail. He was so startled that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His body, brimming with energy, felt almost bursting. He instinctively reached out and touched his crotch through his pants, a surge of passion welling up inside him. His once engorged and erect member became limp and lifeless.

Zhiling sensed the old man's climax approaching; his penis swelled and grew wildly, making her feel flustered and numb, completely disoriented. She tightened her abdomen and buttocks, clenching her vaginal walls tightly. She heard the old man groan, and his hands gripping her buttocks squeezed even harder, as glistening semen gushed out inside her. His long-buried desire was released like a flood into her deep, beautiful vagina, making her sigh with pleasure, feeling the intense, ecstatic spray.

Liu Chunsheng and Wu Yan's wedding was held in a grand hotel. Both were well-connected and invited not only the school's faculty and staff but also many friends from outside. Zhiling had arranged to attend with Zhao Zhen. Along the way, Zhao Zhen complained that Zhiling's attire was inappropriate and lacked formality. Lin Chiling wore trendy low-waisted trousers, the tight fit accentuating her curves, while her short t-shirt revealed a glimpse of her white belly and her smiling navel. Most striking was the low-waisted trousers; with the slightest movement, the edge of her black underwear was visible. The grand hotel was luxuriously decorated, its lobby featuring a high dome from which cascaded dense, orderly crystal strips, shimmering with a soft, frosty white light. A fountain in the center displayed water droplets that bloomed like silver chrysanthemums, leaping and splashing like pearls and jade. Various goldfish swam in the pool. The hotel's guests were all men with protruding chests and bellies;

the women had large breasts and full hips, their clothing a riot of colors and flamboyant patterns.

The wedding banquet was about to begin, and guests were taking their seats in turn. After the chaotic footsteps, a cool breeze wafted from the removal of coats, mingling with the smell of sweat. A brief argument ensued over seating arrangements. From afar, Zhiling spotted a familiar figure in a yellow-trimmed dress, next to Wang Shen from their school. As they drew closer, she recognized Quan Jingxiang. She hadn't seen her since returning from her studies, and this reunion filled Zhiling with indescribable joy. She quietly slipped past the crowd, suddenly grabbed Quan Jingxiang's shoulder from behind, and thrust a beaming face in front of her. Quan Jingxiang gasped in surprise, and the two embraced affectionately, oblivious to the stares of onlookers. "You two know each other?" Wang Shen said to Zhiling, his eyes darting around her inappropriately.

"Yeah, you're quite the ladies' man. Turns out our sister is from your family. Why didn't you introduce us sooner?" Zhiling glared at him. Wang Shen, thinking himself humorous, replied, "When did I become your sister? Then wouldn't I be your brother-in-law?" "Dream on," Zhiling said, pulling Quan Jingxiang onto her table. Zhao Zhen took the main seat at the head table without hesitation, and the others tactfully left the seat next to him empty. Seeing that there was only one seat next to Zhao Zhen, Zhiling pulled Quan Jingxiang to the other end of the table, leaving Wang Shen alone to the side. He was still standing there, lost in thought, his mind wandering. Fortunately, Zhao Zhen called out to him, "Wang Shen, come and have a drink." "Principal Zhao, I can't drink," Wang Shen said, looking flattered and apprehensive, having never received such a high compliment before. "A real man learns what he doesn't know, come on," Zhao Zhen said, seeing Wang Shen still hesitating. He got up and pulled him to the empty seat next to him, where Wang Shen sat down beside Zhao Zhen at the head table. A hint of mockery unconsciously crept onto Zhiling's lips as she glanced at Quan Jingxiang beside her. Seeing that she didn't notice anything, she swallowed her words. She placed a piece of fish on Izumi Shizuka's plate and said, "Little sister, what do you do at home all day?" "Nothing much, just watch TV and stuff," Izumi Shizuka replied. Seeing her delicate and shy demeanor, Zhiling wanted to tease her even more.

"Haven't you been seeing any men?" Zhiling said with a mischievous grin.

"Get lost, you're the one seeing men!" Izumi Shizuka blushed, but she didn't find Zhiling's teasing annoying.

"Of course I have! Or I can find you one," Zhiling said, her eyes darting towards Zhao Zhen and then winking at Izumi Shizuka. Izumi Shizuka immediately understood, her face turning red. She lowered her head shyly, but kicked Zhiling hard under the table. "Go find one yourself," she said. "Okay, let's go find one together, sister," Zhiling whispered in her ear.

The two women, oblivious to everyone else, chatted intimately back and forth. The wedding banquet was nearly over, and the men's shouting and yelling while drinking was irritating. A constant stream of sarcastic remarks and vulgar jokes filled the air. They were discussing their next entertainment, which sounded like they were going to play cards, and they were shouting at the top of their lungs that they would play all night. Unable to resist Zhiling's repeated urging, Quan Jingxiang and Zhiling got up from their seats, saying they were going to the restroom. Quan Jingxiang whispered something to Wang Shen, then she and Zhiling walked away arm in arm.

As soon as they left the hotel, they hailed a taxi and soon arrived at the Wan Chong Tian Disco. Zhiling, holding Quan Jingxiang's hand, struggled through the crowd. There were many blonde foreigners around, and even more girls with exposed waists and striking black hair, like an oriental gem, attracting customers. Huge iron frames crisscrossed the ceiling, hanging round, square, long, and triangular lights, all rotating. The lights shifted between red, blue, and green, creating a blindingly bright atmosphere. Sometimes the lights flickered, seemingly unreal, sometimes like a lightning bolt, blinding you. The lights were dappled and colorful, sometimes changing color, making your clothes appear even whiter and blacker. On the small stage directly in front of the dance floor, a band was stationed, playing energetically all night. Their sound, amplified by high-fidelity speakers, permeated every corner of the hall—vast, surging like waves, clear and powerful, seemingly capable of lifting the ceiling and sending it soaring into the sky. This resonant noise filled the entire dance hall, making one's very being stir. They struggled to find seats, ordered two large glasses of beer, and slowly sipped them. Suddenly,

the electric guitar roared like a wild beast, and the crowd instantly became excited, surging onto the dance floor like a tidal wave. They all shook their bodies as if electrocuted, their heads swinging as if they were about to break off. The more they danced, the happier they became, the more exhilarated they felt, until they seemed to vanish into thin air, until their brains and cerebellum vibrated together—that was the ultimate state. Suddenly, all the lights went out, and the music fell silent. Abruptly, several flashes of lightning streaked across the room, and the lights, like sharp swords, pierced down, stretching out in bizarre, tree-like shapes in all directions, slicing the darkness into fragments. This was the most exciting moment in the dance hall. People around clapped and cheered, rushing to the center of the dance floor to dance and twist with abandon. Long legs swayed, skirts billowed, and occasionally a passionate scream would erupt, the joy in their hearts leaking out in a special kind of shout. Bright eyes, shining with anticipation, flickered all around. No matter where you looked, you could see beautiful figures gliding through the crowd, disappearing only to be replaced by another equally captivating one.

Searchlights, like sharp swords, shone simultaneously on the center of the dance floor. There, a platform slowly rose, and on it, a young woman swayed her hips as she gracefully ascended. She raised her hands above her head, her palms rolling and changing shapes, her slender waist and ample buttocks twisting as if out of place. Zhiling, swaying to the music on her chair, told Quan Jingxiang that she was the lead dancer in the dance hall. At this moment, the music became even more intense and frenzied, and the crowd grew increasingly frenzied. The lead dancer ripped off her top, leaving only her bra, her two large breasts bouncing to the beat, along with her tight shorts that resembled underwear. Zhiling forcefully pulled Quan Jingxiang into the crowd, and they swayed together, squeezed in the throng. Quan Jingxiang's dancing wasn't as fluid as Zhiling's, but she danced with genuine joy, her face turning blue, her ankles stiffening. Strangers flirted in this fiery atmosphere; not a single fly could escape the terrifying catastrophe of high decibels and turbulent particles.

Zhiling was ecstatic; her dancing was filled with hallucinations, inspiration flowing freely—a result of her excessive physical liberation. A man was singing hysterically on stage, one hand wrapped around her bare waist from behind. Zhiling didn't know who he was, nor did she care. Zhiling thought she had already attracted the attention of many men with her dancing. At this moment, she noticed Quan Jingxiang, and she swayed even more joyfully. The fabric of her yellow dress was very thin, and the large-scale spinning made the hem of the skirt rise, and her underwear would be accidentally revealed. It was as if she wanted to release the lust in her heart, to vent her tormented desire, and to let the blood rushing through her body. He touched Zhiling's buttocks again and smiled at her. Zhiling couldn't resist this handsome man. He thought Zhiling was very smart and remained calm, so he became even more audacious. "You have a lovely butt." He leaned down, almost touching her cheek, and breathed warm air into her ear through the music. The music was too loud, so Zhiling cursed him, thinking to herself, "Who told you to be so handsome? It's made me neurotic." Zhiling didn't usually swear. This was a curse she hadn't uttered in a long time, which startled her. It was so powerful, so provocative, so satisfying.

If she didn't say it, how could she release the emotions, the shock, the turmoil within her? Zhiling suddenly understood the wonder of human language. No wonder people have all sorts of vulgar and refined curses; it wasn't about polluting the mouth, but about satisfying the heart.

The crowd slowly crept in, pushing aside Zhiling and Izumi Shizuka. Her hand was casually linked with someone's. When Zhiling turned her head with a smile, she saw a face with striking features. There was something unsettling about him in his casual demeanor, like the unusual restraint of a hunter facing his beloved prey. He was here too. He was so beautiful it was heartbreaking, making her afraid she might fall for him yet also afraid of rejection. Xiao Gang had smooth skin, a tall stature, and shiny hair styled like wildflowers. His eyes were captivating, poetic, and ethereal, with a fox-like glint when he looked at people. "You seem to have lost a lot of weight. Who's tormenting you? Tell me, and I'll take care of it for you. Tormenting a beautiful woman is a mistake, even a sin." He could spout a truckload of passionate words, then forget about it, and no one would ever mention it again. Yet Zhiling still enjoyed this fiery, ice cream-like verbal comfort. The music softened, but the lights dimmed. The men and women, who had been frenzied, became tender and affectionate, embracing each other tightly as they moved slowly. Zhiling then remembered Quan Jingxiang. Seeing that she had returned to her seat, she asked, "How was it? Had fun?" Quan Jingxiang didn't speak, but nodded, her face beaming with excitement. The man approached, "Sister Qian, come on over, let's dance for a bit."

Zhiling introduced him to Quan Jingxiang, "His name is Xiaogang." The man was in his twenties and seemed to know Zhiling well.

Zhiling let him pull her into his arms, and they gracefully slid onto the dance floor.

They weren't dancing, just huddled together, twisting and turning, for a while simply swinging their legs in place. Zhiling felt a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body. She ruffled Xiaogang's dry, soft hair, letting her pubic bone rub against his leg, and another wave of pleasure surged through her lower abdomen. Xiaogang only deliberately kissed her forehead lightly. "No, kiss me more intensely!" Zhiling protested fiercely, standing on tiptoe to press her parted lips against his. At first, Xiaogang only kissed her lips lightly, but then, seemingly unable to control his rising emotions, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth and swirled it around. His teeth gently bit her lip hair, his hands grabbed her hair and stroked her waist. This continued until Zhiling let out a soft moan, her whole body going limp and almost collapsing to the ground. "You're such a bad boy," she muttered, her face sweating with excitement.

The ballroom was dimly lit; while not pitch black, it was still difficult to see clearly face-to-face. Darkness fueled passion, and darkness made people more brazen. Back in her seat, not seeing Quan Jingxiang, Zhiling assumed she had gone to the restroom. Xiaogang became even more unrestrained, groping and touching Zhiling's body, her desire already burning fiercely. Small candles sat on each table, their flickering flames seeming to stir desires within. There was also fine wine, flowers, and various drinks, creating a romantic and intoxicating atmosphere. In this luxurious and indulgent setting, one could smell a variety of intoxicating and unique aromas—the scent of flowers and women's perfume. When Quan Jingxiang returned, Zhiling was kissing Xiaogang. Smooth arms, fair shoulders, bare backs, the back of her head, and flushed faces were all visible. They eagerly embraced, each exploring the other's body. They kissed; Xiaogang's left arm encircled Zhiling's waist, gently caressing her, while his right hand rubbed her buttocks through her pants, lightly biting her lips and sucking on them with his tongue. Zhiling responded passionately, slipping her hand inside his shirt and scratching his well-developed muscles with her nails. Dongzi came over, immediately spotting Quan Jingxiang, and said enthusiastically, "You came with Sister Qian, right?" "Yes," Quan Jingxiang replied, her face flushed with desire.

"I'm Qian's younger brother, my name is Dongzi." Dongzi was quite adept at handling beautiful women. He smiled throughout, his eyes sparkling like peach blossoms, and extended his hand to shake hands firmly with Quan Jingxiang. Zhiling couldn't help but secretly groan, laughing indulgently as she whispered in Xiaogang's ear, "Quan Jingxiang's finished now, she's fallen into your clutches." Then she loudly said to Dongzi, "Dongzi, this is your sister Bai, take good care of her." "Don't worry, Qian," Dongzi politely invited Quan Jingxiang onto the dance floor. After the song ended, the two seemed quite familiar with each other. Dongzi teased her for a moment, and Quan Jingxiang laughed wildly, even affectionately pushing Dongzi's back. Dongzi came over to Zhiling and said, "Qian, it's too noisy here, let's find a quieter place." Zhiling thought it was a good idea and nodded. Xiaogang said, "There's a bar next door, let's go there." The group casually walked out.

Upon arriving at the bar, a completely different scene unfolded. It was as quiet as a secluded paradise, with only the faint, lingering sound of a piano drifting through the air. They had ordered food, and naturally, drinks too. Now, the four of them were clearly separated, each in their own little world. Dongzi and Quan Jingxiang sat side-by-side on a chair, Quan Jingxiang's entire body pressed against him. She merely symbolically twisted her body at Dongzi's hand, which was freely caressing her waist, whether in retaliation or encouragement was unclear. Zhiling, meanwhile, sat on Xiaogang's lap, letting him gently embrace her. He rested his head on her shoulder, and she could feel his eyelashes trembling slightly on her neck, stirring a velvety tenderness within her. Xiaogang

's hands slowly pressed against her lower abdomen, while his other hand gently touched her buttocks. This caused Zhiling to suddenly feel a surge of heat in her lower body, instantly soaking her. It was late, and the bar waiters were yawning and looking sleepy as they watched them. Zhiling, however, was wide awake. Seeing that Quan Jingxiang also seemed eager and excited, she suggested they go to her house, a suggestion immediately met with enthusiastic responses from the two men. Zhiling paid the waiter, and the group took a taxi to her house.

Upon entering, Zhiling turned on all the lights and said to Quan Jingxiang, "You haven't been to my house before, have you?"

Quan Jingxiang looked around, exclaiming in surprise, "Wow, Sister Qian, you're amazing! You live in such a big house!" Zhiling took out fruit and drinks from the refrigerator, then smiled at them, "Help me, I'm going to take a shower." Just as Zhiling entered the bathroom, Xiaogang suddenly hugged her tightly from behind, passionately kissing her neck. He lifted her t-shirt, quickly kissing down her spine, and then unzipped his pants. As Zhiling twisted her body, trying to escape, her trousers suddenly slipped down, revealing her voluptuous legs. Xiaogang turned her around again, unhooked her bra, and her firm, white breasts were immediately presented before his eyes. Suddenly, Zhiling was pressed against the bathroom floor. She wanted to scream, but seemed to have lost the ability to resist. The mixture of sweat, body odor, and perfume on Zhiling's body aroused him. He roughly pulled off Zhiling's panties, and quickly exposed his own lower body. The moment Zhiling's panties were removed, she felt an atmosphere of being raped, but at the same time, she found that she didn't dislike this feeling. Immediately, his hands explored her lower body, and the two of them flirted like cats. Soon, Xiaogang's fingertips probed her most sensitive vagina, and that feeling immediately turned into pleasure. His fingers stroked up and down like plucking a harp. Zhiling gasped for breath, letting him remove the only fabric covering her body. She lay naked on the bathroom floor, legs spread wide, murmuring indistinct, enchanting songs, unrestrained and alluring.

Xiao Gang, his strong, large penis erect, thrust in impatiently, filling Zhiling with a thrilling fullness. She moaned uncontrollably, as his penetration continued, the moans turning into cries, growing louder and louder. Xiao Gang shouted

wildly, his body throbbing violently, his voice hoarse, uttering "uh uh uh." Even with her back arched, Zhiling could feel the explosive heat. He hoarsely called her name, then his body twitched, and all was still. When she regained consciousness, he was on top of her, yet she could still feel the throbbing, savoring the afterglow of pleasure.

Zhiling then stepped under the showerhead, turning the water on full blast so the jets shot out like needles. She spread her legs, chest thrusting out, facing the water. She pulled her shoulders back, fully enjoying the impact of the water, droplets splashing all over her body, the instinctive pleasure making her tremble involuntarily. "Sister Qian, can another one come in?" Xiaogang said.

"Then you'll have to beg me first," Zhiling laughed wantonly. Xiaogang knelt and begged, "Whatever you want, I'll do, baby." He then rubbed against Zhiling's feet, his tongue pressed against her genitals. "No, it's still dripping with your semen," Zhiling tried to escape, his voice muffled by a nasal tone. "Yours is plentiful too." Zhiling couldn't help but groan, tilting her head back, leaning against the tiled wall bracket to avoid slipping. Xiaogang stood up, put his arms around her, and carried her back to the bedroom. The bedroom door wasn't closed properly. Hearing Izumi Shizuka's moans coming from the living room, Zhiling broke free from Xiaogang and peeked through the crack in the door. Izumi Shizuka was lying naked on the sofa, with Dongzi on top of her, his waist and buttocks thrusting vigorously. The rapid, tempestuous rhythm made Izumi Shizuka dance with pleasure, and she joined in, twisting her waist and hips to fuel her excitement. Zhiling couldn't help but lean against the wall, sighed deeply, and closed her eyes. Xiaogang stepped forward and hugged her tightly, grinning, "You're like a boneless rag doll." "My whole body is weak." "I can't take it anymore... ah... I can't stand it... ah!" This was Quan Jingxiang's urgent cry. Her black hair swayed incessantly, her legs were raised high and tightly wrapped around Dongzi's waist, her whole body was suspended in the air. Dongzi thrust a few times, also letting out a soft cry. Zhiling could see his buttocks shaking rapidly, and then he slowly fell onto Quan Jingxiang. "Sister, you're so tight down there, it feels so good to make love with you," Dongzi said, stroking her face, then his hands began to brazenly knead her breasts.

"You're killing me, I can't take it anymore." Quan Jingxiang's face glowed with happiness, her eyes darting around seductively as she spoke...

"If it weren't for Sister Bai's tightness down there, it would have taken me another half hour," Dongzi buried his face in Quan Jingxiang's nipple, gently licking and sucking it. Zhiling simply said, "There's a room available over there." After saying that, she closed the door and dragged Xiaogang onto the bed.

In a hazy state, Xiaogang didn't know what time it was. He woke up, stretched out his limbs and struggled on the bed, forcing out the exhaustion from his bones. He found a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it. Lying beside him, Zhiling was naked except for a towel, motionless as if she hadn't fully woken up yet. He thought of the beautifully undulating sand dunes formed by the desert wind, with sparse grass growing beneath them, and a delicate spring nestled in the grass. Xiao Gang changed his position, wrapping his thighs around her again, his lower abdomen pressing against Zhiling's high, firm buttocks. His thick, erect penis, as if with eyes, quickly found its way into her pubic hair, where a few drops of sweet, honey-like fluid were already seeping out. Then he blew smoke into her rose-red hair, the smoke seeping into her hair and rising slowly in wisps. He lowered his head, and in the hazy, inky darkness veiled by the thick curtains, he gently searched for Zhiling's lips. Zhiling was having a sensual dream. In her dream, she was drifting in the sky, a flock of geese flying past her. The air currents from their wings made her spin like a red spinning top, emitting a buzzing sound that made her unbearably itchy. Then, one of the geese stretched out its thick neck and probed into her body, pecking at her itchiest spot with its sharp beak. A strange sensation assaulted her body, making her unable to resist singing out loud like a joyful goose. At this moment, she woke up. She opened her eyes, looked at Xiaogang for a moment, and then kissed him quietly. The kiss, warmed by her deep sleep, was tender and gentle, like the smoothness of a fish swimming in water.

Zhiling tried to move her body and found that her very spot was being pecked by the goose. She softly murmured, "You want more?" and couldn't help but lower her waist, swallowing Xiaogang's magic rod completely.

Xiao Gang possessed the energy unique to young men, and Zhi Ling was overjoyed by his almost violent and unruly behavior. She tasted the true essence of manhood in him.

Having woken up after several rounds of intercourse the previous night, Zhiling looked up at her excited lover with a mixture of timidity and ecstasy: "How can you not love me enough?" "Because I'm so alluring, all men are the same," Xiaogang said, using his restored strength to once again frantically meet Zhiling's advances. "You're truly a top-notch expert, you've reignited my desire," Zhiling said breathlessly, her eyes closed. It was as if someone had set a wicked fire, a fire that burned fiercely and venomously from hell to heaven. Zhiling had never been so excited, so exhausted, so ecstatic. This powerful man made her realize how lucky she was to be a woman, and how difficult it was to have a real man.

After another intense and passionate climax, they realized it was almost noon. When they came out to the living room, Dongzi was alone in front of the television, fiddling with the remote control. "Quan Jingxiang is gone, when did she leave?" Zhiling asked, tugging at her hair as she walked. "She left around eight o'clock," Dongzi said, avoiding her gaze. A thin, sheer veil draped a stunning figure, narrow shoulders tapering gently down to a slender waist, a ribbon binding her curves, her full breasts subtly hinting at something. At just the right point, the curves suddenly expanded, creating an alluring space. "Xiao Gang," Dongzi asked.

"He's all limp, can't get out of bed," she replied, letting out a hearty laugh. Dongzi got up and peeked into the room. Zhiling then said, "Just kidding, taking a bath." Dongzi grabbed Zhiling's buttocks with one hand, which she slapped away, a hand as hot and dangerous as tongs. Reaching the sofa, Dongzi followed, saying, "Sister Qian, do you know which part of your body is the most alluring?" Zhiling tilted her head back and asked, "Where?" "It's above your buttocks. I've been watching for a while now. When you sit down, it's like a violin." Zhiling's face lit up with a bright smile. "You tell me, Dongzi, what tricks did you use on Quan Jingxiang last night? Let me tell you, she's a respectable young woman." "Sister Qian, nothing can be hidden from you. Just a little Spanish fly, and she was so happy." Dongzi sat down next to her on the armrest of the sofa. Looking at Zhiling's back, which resembled a piano, he felt a little itchy and couldn't resist reaching out his hand, but then hesitated and only poked her spine with his finger, intentionally or unintentionally. 04-03 15

"I'm telling you, Quan Jingxiang is my sister, you have to treat her well." Zhiling said formally. Dongzi quickly agreed: "That's right, that's right, but Sister Qian, that Sister Bai is really something. When she takes off her clothes, her figure and skin are irresistible. Especially her breasts, so soft and fluffy, nothing to say." "What nonsense are you talking about again?" Xiao Gang came out, naked except for a large bath towel, with a small towel in his hand rubbing his wet hair. Dongzi quickly moved his position, from the armrest to the other end of the sofa. "Dongzi, we should go." Xiaogang called to him, and Dongzi swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the sight of Zhiling sprawled on the sofa.

Near the end of the afternoon, Zhiling called Quan Jingxiang's house. Wang Shen answered, saying Quan Jingxiang hadn't returned home yet.

He asked Zhiling what was wrong. Zhiling politely asked if he'd won at cards last night, and that he should treat her. Wang Shen seemed reluctant to leave, as if he had a lot to say, but Zhiling ignored him and hung up.

Back home, she felt so lonely. Her husband, Jiaming, wouldn't be home until the weekend, her godfather, Zhang Qingshan, had gone south, and Zhao Zhen was engrossed in his card games again. She called Quan Jingxiang's house again. "Little sister, why didn't you ask your sister to go out?" Luckily, Quan Jingxiang was already home. Zhiling reclined on the bed and asked on the phone.

"No, I can't stand that place, it's too noisy," Quan Jingxiang said sweetly.

"Dongzi misses you. Come over tonight, or come to my place. Did you have a good time last night?" Zhiling said with a smile. Actually, she was thinking about Xiaogang too. Just thinking about his young, muscular body made Zhiling feel a surge of heat, and her thighs involuntarily tightened.

"Don't talk nonsense. Let him miss you. What does it have to do with me?" Quan Jingxiang said indifferently, but Zhiling could tell that she was just putting on an act. Zhiling said, "Alright, girl, you had a good time too, didn't you?" "We'll see. I'll call you when I get there." Quan Jingxiang suddenly panicked, probably because her husband Wang Shen was beside her, and quickly hung up the phone.

Zhiling had never felt so lonely. Just as she was feeling extremely bored, Jiaming returned home, bringing Xiaobei and his wife with him. As soon as Xiao Bei entered, he exclaimed, "Sister, my husband and I have come to see you!" Since they became godparents, Zhi Ling and he had completely forgiven each other, and Xiao Bei always addressed Zhi Ling simply as "Sister," a sweet and affectionate gesture. At that time, at Zhang Qingshan's behest, everyone in the family gave Zhi Ling gifts, even Xiao Yan took off her platinum necklace and gave it to her. Xiao Bei, however, cleverly gave Zhi Ling only a gold card.

Later, Zhi Ling secretly checked the bank account and found a full 100,000 yuan in it. This generous gift made Zhi Ling appreciate his generosity, and at the same time, she began to see the Zhang family's son in a different light.

Jia Ming, carrying only a small bag, complained to Zhi Ling as he entered the bedroom about how messy the room was, like a scene of utter chaos after a retreating army. The stockings, lipsticks, perfumes, lotions, bras, and panties were scattered everywhere, making him hesitate. He spent a lot of effort sorting them and putting them where he thought they belonged.

Zhiling was making tea for Xiaobei and his wife in the living room, but her eyes kept glancing towards the room. Jiaming's sudden return had really caught her off guard. She figured there must be traces of what happened between her and Xiaogang last night on the sheets; at least the white stains of semen were still there, whether hers or the man's.

"Make yourselves at home, I need to help my husband take a shower," Zhiling said, though she was anxious, a warm smile still on her face. Xiao Bei said to his wife, "See? That's a real wife. Look at her manners." Zhi Ling, in the bedroom, playfully scolded Jia Ming, "Bringing someone home without a word. Look at her, she's not even wearing underwear, people are laughing at her." Zhi Ling's words aroused Jia Ming's desire. He put down what he was doing, pulled Zhi Ling close, and said hastily, "Let me see." As he spoke, he lifted her robe, and Zhi Ling, feigning weakness in his arms, let him do as he pleased. His lips slowly rose, searching for another warm, moist pair. "No, the smell of smoke is too strong, let's take a shower," Zhi Ling pushed away the face that was about to touch hers. Jia Ming had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll take a shower," and obediently went into the bathroom. Zhi Ling quickly changed the sheets, then let out a soft sigh and leaned against the bathroom doorframe.

“Xiao Bei and his wife were just heading to the city, so I came with them. I don’t have class tomorrow anyway,” Jia Ming said, rinsing his hair. After washing his hair, he realized Zhi Ling was gone.

Zhi Ling was in the living room, chatting and laughing with Xiao Bei, seemingly talking about something interesting. She sat casually on the single sofa, one leg hooked around the armrest, her high-heeled gold slippers dangling precariously, as if they might fall off at any moment. Her constant giggling echoed, oblivious to everyone else. Xiao Bei listened to Zhi Ling; her facial expressions were rich, and she always gestured with her delicate hands with an air of importance. He couldn’t sit still; a strange, inner desire welled up inside him. It was as if this woman wasn’t speaking with her mouth, but with her full breasts, her beautiful thighs, or even her private parts.

Xiao Bei had only met Zhi Ling, his wife Feng Zhi, once, and they weren’t very familiar with each other. She had short, straight hair, a plump, fair face, and wore a pure white Western-style dress with a tight-fitting short skirt. In Zhiling's eyes, this young wife was like a wildflower in a field, her full body radiating healthy vitality. Her features were indeed handsome, but her expression was always melancholy, as if she were preoccupied with something. She seemed subtly displeased with Zhiling's flirtatious attire and behavior at home, and would occasionally glance at her husband with wary eyes. Jiaming came out at this moment and asked if they wanted to eat at the restaurant or at home. Xiaobei, whose eyes were darting around at Zhiling, casually replied, "Keep it simple, let's eat here." Jiaming then changed his clothes and went out.

After dinner, Xiao Bei took them on a shopping spree. His purpose, of course, was for Zhi Ling; he was too embarrassed to use the excuse of giving his wife a makeover. Naturally, they spent most of their time in clothing stores and department stores. Xiao Bei was very meticulous; if Zhi Ling showed even a hint of interest in any item, he wouldn't hesitate to spend lavishly, without batting an eye. At the jewelry counter, Zhi Ling spotted a diamond necklace, especially the ruby pendant, which was the size of a fingernail, crystal clear. Zhi Ling asked the saleswoman to bring it over, held it up to her chest, and her excitement was palpable, though the price was quite high. Reluctantly, Zhi Ling walked away, but couldn't find Jia Ming and the others, and went straight to the clothing department. The designer clothes there were hung high and low, row upon row, layer upon layer, quickly engulfing Zhi Ling. She picked up a dress, thought it looked good and suited her well, and the saleswoman next to her encouraged her to try it on, so she took it into the fitting room. Before she could close the door, Xiao Bei slipped inside. He opened the velvet box and presented a necklace to Zhiling's face. Zhiling's eyes lit up; it was the necklace she had just admired. She asked breathlessly, "Is it for me?" "Of course, but I'll put it on for you," Xiao Bei said. Zhiling was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling. She leaned forward, casting a flirtatious glance at him. Xiao Bei leaned in and put the necklace on her, then seized the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek. Zhiling didn't flinch, pretending not to notice, and continued to play with the sparkling gemstone. When trying on clothes, Zhiling asked him to hold the clothes in his hands and stand aside. Without any shame, she took off her clothes. Like peeling a banana, she did it carefully and artistically, slowly revealing herself half-naked. The three remaining feminine accessories on her body only accentuated the beauty of her sculpted figure. Xiao Bei had long harbored feelings for this woman, and there was an unpleasant past between them, even though he had kissed her and raped her. But seeing her now, so voluptuously revealing herself like clouds emerging from a mountain peak, like mist sweeping away flowers, was a first for him. Her skin was whiter than any other woman's, and under the fitting room lights, it was as smooth as silk. Her breasts were like two giant lemons cut in half, firm and beautiful. The floral bra was too small, barely covering her nipples, leaving most of her snow-white breasts exposed, trembling and ready to burst free at the slightest effort. Her legs were long and shapely, and along with the rest of her body, they exuded a delicate fragrance. He couldn't even describe the scent; it was like orchids and musk, intoxicating and making him dizzy, his mind racing, almost unable to control himself. She seemed oblivious to his distraction, gently twisting her long neck and smiling at his dazed and awkward state. She could see right through him at that moment. She wasn't in a hurry to put on her clothes, but continued to display her beautiful body. Xiao Bei, already burning with desire from her teasing, embraced Zhi Ling tightly from behind, his crotch pressing against her buttocks. Through his trousers, he felt as if his penis were sinking into soft jade, and a surge of warm energy welled up from his lower abdomen, gushing out in a burst. Zhi Ling knew what was happening and couldn't help but close her eyes, letting out a long moan.

She turned around, cupped his face, and kissed him tenderly. As his fingers had the chance to roam over her body, he felt each finger like a toe wearing figure skating skating, while her skin felt like a newly watered ice rink, slippery and treacherous.

The Zhi Ling of today was different from the one from the mountains. Having met someone like Xiao Bei, she wouldn't hesitate to spend money, and thus, she wore a long-sleeved shirt and a short-sleeved jacket from head to toe. They scoured the house for everything, food and other necessities, filling Xiao Bei's car to the brim. Even with four people, it felt cramped. As the car swayed, the jewels on the windows seemed to flicker against her heart like red fingernails, tickling her and making her laugh.

Back home, Zhiling impatiently dragged Jiaming out of the bedroom, pulled Fengzhi inside, and immediately took off her coat. It was a three-piece suit: a blue skirt with white flowers, a thin, light, soft T-shirt-sleeved top, and a dark blue linen vest, collarless and buttonless—high-quality and stylish. Fengzhi took off her clothes to try them on, and Zhiling helped her put them on while saying, "Girl, those two mounds on your chest are really eye-catching for men." Fengzhi said, "But the men at home are blind; I haven't touched them in a long time." After putting them on, she looked at herself in the mirror and exclaimed, "No, no, too much fabric showing; it doesn't suit me." Zhiling said to her, "This is a designer brand; that's what it's all about. You're tall; it'll look flowing and elegant on you." As Zhiling spoke, she put on another gray long dress with a small strip of fabric crossing the back. Zhiling twisted in front of the mirror, admiring the decoration at the waist. Her buttocks were slightly raised, highlighting her slender waist, and the crisscrossing fabric strips looked beautiful. Fengzhi exclaimed, "It looks really good, but the back is too exposed." "That's okay; there's nothing on my back," Zhiling said with a smile. Fengzhi pinched her inner thigh, making Zhiling jump on tiptoe in pain. The two women were quite interested in the clothes, and the distance between them suddenly closed. "Sister Qian always dresses so well, from head to toe, even her underwear is so bright," Fengzhi said sincerely. "Women, of course they have to dress well for their private parts,"

Zhiling continued. "Look at you, your outer clothes are all flashy, but once you take off your bra, it's all wrinkled and your underwear is tattered." Fengzhi squinted at herself in the mirror, then burst out laughing, saying, "That's women for you. After a few years, when you have children, you'll be worrying about them again." "Women are so pitiful, always doing things for others. They dress up nicely just to impress men. Haven't you heard that if there were no women, men wouldn't fix toilets? If there were no men, women wouldn't think about getting beauty treatments?" While the two women inside were chatting animatedly, the two men outside were silently drinking and watching TV. There was a gap in many bedrooms, and Xiao Bei could vaguely see some things, but he was too lazy to talk to Jiaming. Jiaming, however, was impatiently waiting for Zhiling to finish. The pent-up desire of the past week was now swirling within him, burning him with a tingling, unpleasant ache.

He rushed in, just as Fengzhi emerged from the bedroom, and saw Zhiling still admiring her new clothes. He grabbed her and forced himself on her. Zhiling cried out urgently, "The door, the door, is it closed?" Then she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. Jiaming, having just closed the door, took off his clothes as he went, and was almost naked when he climbed onto the bed. Without any foreplay, he roughly and abruptly thrust himself inside. Jiaming felt a slight stiffness upon entry. He knew Zhiling wouldn't tolerate a few thrusts. Sure enough, with a few sudden bursts of effort, Zhiling's vagina was already glistening with lustful fluid. His glans, like a thirsty animal, swelled up dramatically after being soaked in the fluid. A torrential downpour sent Zhiling soaring to the heavens. Her face was radiant with pleasure, her eyes gleaming, and she moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying herself.

In another room, on the bed, Xiaobei also mistook his wife for Zhiling, relentlessly pounding and thrusting into her with ferocious rage. Fengzhi was overjoyed by Xiaobei's almost frenzied and brutal behavior, so she shamelessly spread her body open, closed her eyes, and let Xiaobei do as he pleased. When she came to her senses from the afterglow of pleasure, she looked up at him timidly and asked, "What's wrong with me today?" Xiaobei simply replied, "Maybe it's a new place."

In fact, Xiaobei was just being perfunctory. He wrapped his arms around her waist again, propped himself up on his knees, and lifted Fengzhi's waist and hips. In an instant, Fengzhi was driven to the brink of ecstasy by his vigorous thrusting. She gasped with her eyes closed, "I really want this to happen all the time." Xiaobei didn't answer her, but grabbed her thighs and shook them violently.

At first, Fengzhi said it hurt a little, but then she started uttering some vulgar words that women shouldn't say. These words only fueled Xiaobei's interest. She used all her charms to please him, letting out cries of pleasure and sinking into a deathly ecstasy. After a while, Fengzhi slightly opened her eyes and stared at them, foam coming out of her mouth. Her whole body was convulsing violently, and her consciousness was becoming blurred. Xiao Bei released his energy into her and then withdrew his body. He lay on his back, closed his eyes, and waited for the energy to gather again.

Just after seven in the morning, Xiao Bei knocked on Zhi Ling's bedroom door. The door wasn't closed tightly; it opened a crack with a gentle push. Xiao Bei peeked inside and saw Zhi Ling and her husband, shirtless, sleeping in each other's arms. Zhi Ling's white body was wrapped around Jia Ming like a snake, her hand still tightly gripping her husband's limp penis. One of her legs was crossed over Jia Ming, making her plump, round buttocks rise like a small hill. Xiao Bei glanced at the hairy area of her buttocks, which was still glistening with sweet, honey-like moisture. He felt a surge of heat within him, a fire rising within him, and his lower abdomen throbbed, his penis immediately becoming erect. Feeling that this was rather indecent, he returned to the living room and, after calming himself for a moment, knocked on their bedroom door again.

After a passionate night of lovemaking with her husband, Jiaming, Zhiling was exhausted and still felt unsatisfied. She didn't know why she felt this way; her desire was surging, and she was becoming increasingly obsessed with sex. Their bed was now a mess, with their underwear scattered on the floor and a blanket half-draped over the edge. Hearing the noise outside the door, she pushed Jiaming away. Outside the door, Xiao Bei called out, "Get up, let's go have some tea." Jia Ming responded, hastily putting on his clothes, and got up to open the door. "So early?" "If you're late, you won't find a seat." Xiao Bei said, but her eyes were fixed on the bed, glancing over his shoulder. Zhi Ling was half-reclined, her hands running through her hair, using her slender, fair hands as a comb, brushing her long, dark red, glossy hair from bottom to top. Her smooth, plump arms swayed up and down, pulling at the smooth, jade-like skin of her back and her exquisite, curvaceous body, creating many alluring poses. Xiao Bei swallowed hard, afraid that spying on Jia Ming would arouse suspicion, so he suppressed his desire and turned away.

Inside his room, Feng Zhi was applying makeup in front of the mirror, wearing only a bra and panties, sitting on a velvet stool. Her large, plump buttocks were full of temptation. Xiao Bei wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hands kneading her breasts incessantly, his eyes closed as he fantasized that this body was Zhiling. This caused his groin to become erect and throbbing, straining against his pants like a tent. Feng Zhi teased him, "Always like this, have you taken the wrong medicine?" Saying this, she unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and knelt down to suck on it, her hands cupping his testicles, caressing and stroking them. Her own interest was also aroused; she felt empty and adrift below, and in her passion, her legs parted. She glanced up and saw Xiao Bei still engrossed in her tongue's teasing. A sudden realization struck her: the bedroom door wasn't closed, and she saw Jia Ming, fully dressed, sitting on the sofa in the living room, leering at them with malicious intent. Her face flushed red with shame, and she quickly pushed Xiao Bei away, fleeing to another corner of the room.

Zhiling dawdled and was the last to come downstairs. Fengzhi was already impatient and insisted that Xiaobei drive the car to the stairs. After a while, Zhiling finally emerged, looking radiant. After a period of meticulous makeup, she looked even more stunning and alluring. She wore a black suit skirt, but the jacket had no buttons, revealing a snow-white bra underneath, just reaching her navel, exposing a sliver of her white belly. Below, she wore a knee-length skirt. Xiaobei noticed that Zhiling was wearing silk stockings today, something he had never seen before. He only knew that Zhiling's calves were flawlessly white and were never concealed. But wearing black fishnet stockings gave her a different kind of charm, the tantalizing glimpse of what was revealed only fueling his desires. She got into the car and sat next to Fengzhi in the back seat. Fengzhi stroked her thighs with both hands and said in a high-pitched voice, "Sister Qian, you're so sexy." Zhiling giggled, "Now Fengzhi knows what sexy is." Then she whispered in her ear, "Men love this kind of thing." Fengzhi laughed along, attracting Jiaming, who was sitting in the front seat, to turn around. "That must be Jiaming's favorite," Fengzhi whispered. Zhiling put her arm around her shoulder, "It's not just him, all men are like that. Don't you want more men?" "How could I dare? Lend me your husband!" Fengzhi said, her voice full of lust.

"Okay, then we can take turns playing." Zhiling patted her and laughed loudly.

Xiao Bei parked the car in front of the hotel, and a uniformed waiter came over to open the car door for her. Fengzhi seemed embarrassed and quickly thanked the waiter. Zhiling tugged at her sleeve, "No need, people of status don't say thank you." She then waited with Jiaming in the lobby for Xiaobei to park. Fengzhi caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass door. She was wearing a white, tight-fitting sleeveless top, her smooth arms exposed, paired with shorts that barely covered her waist. Although the outfit was expensive and from a good brand, it still looked somewhat incongruous on her. Compared to Zhiling's elegant and noble demeanor, it seemed even more mismatched. Fengzhi adjusted her clothes and tidied her hair in front of the glass door. Her face was a plain yet beautiful round face, with long, alluring eyes and deep-set double eyelids that swept straight into her temples.

She felt a gaze pouring down on her like water. She boldly met that gaze and saw Jiaming smiling at her. Their four eyes seemed to be strung together, indistinguishable from each other. Jiaming also thought that Fengzhi was actually quite beautiful, but her facial expressions were somewhat lacking. It was precisely because of this blankness that her gentle and kind ancient Chinese charm was even more apparent.

Xiaobei walked over. The elevator was crowded with people. In the throng, he recklessly pushed his way through the crowd and pulled Zhiling to a corner. The elevator was overloaded, and the buzzer warned it. The doors wouldn't close no matter what they said, and several people were noisily getting off. Xiaobei and Zhiling were already in the lowest corner. Ignoring the noisy others, he pressed himself against Zhiling's back, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and reached out to touch her hair. Then, his hand slid down her neck and up her spine. Zhiling tried to escape, shaking her head, afraid that Jiaming, who was right in front of her, would see. She didn't dare to turn around and say anything to him, so she pushed her hand behind her back. Unexpectedly, the palm she pushed into his stomach touched his hard penis, and she couldn't help but feel a chill. She gave his pants a hard pinch, wiggling and fondling them until several people got off the elevator before it finally rose again. The speed of the ascent made her feel weightless, and Zhiling felt not only the weight of her body but also her heart pounding in her throat. This flirting under the watchful eyes of others always excited her more than usual. Unfortunately, they reached their floor in just one minute. Despite the brief caress, Zhiling knew she was already soaking wet down there. The cool, uncomfortable feeling against her sensitive area, especially since she was wearing silk pants that day, made her even more uncomfortable.

As they exited the elevator, Fengzhi noticed beads of sweat on Xiaobei's forehead and asked him with concern. Xiaobei casually replied, "It was too stuffy in the elevator." Zhiling gave him a suggestive smile. The waiter led them to a private room. Hong Kong-style morning tea isn't about the tea itself, but about the abundant dim sum. A constant stream of carts carried steaming, dazzling array of dishes. Xiao Bei quickly piled a large quantity onto the table, and the group sipped chrysanthemum tea and savored the exquisite dim sum. Just then, Xiao Bei received a phone call, his face beaming with joy. After hanging up, he got up and refilled everyone's tea. Reaching Jia Ming, he said, "Brother, that matter is settled." He then looked smugly at Zhi Ling, like a child awaiting praise. Jia Ming's face showed deep anticipation, and he excitedly asked, "When was it settled?" Zhi Ling playfully chided, "What are you talking about? I don't understand." Xiao Bei chuckled, "Anyway, Jia Ming is treating this morning." "What's the big deal? As long as it's settled, everything is negotiable," Jia Ming patted his chest.

“You said it, so don’t go back on your word,” Xiao Bei said. “You’ll be promoted to Dean of Students at your original school. How about that, satisfied?” Jiaming stood up, holding his teacup, and said, “I knew you could do it. I’ve finally made it. Come on, let’s drink tea instead of wine.” Zhiling saw her husband’s face flushed, his joy at his dream coming true radiating from his expression. Thinking about how difficult it had been for him, all those years and the ordeal he had gone through, she was secretly happy for him. “Sure, sure, we’re brothers, no problem,” Xiao Bei readily agreed. “But we should have a drink to celebrate.” Jiaming brought out the wine and clamored for everyone to drink, a toast to his career advancement.

Soon, he was so drunk he couldn't tell which way was which. He staggered over to Fengzhi, still holding his wine glass, insisting she clink glasses with him. He nearly fell into her arms, but she quickly caught him, and Zhiling joined in. With one woman on his arm, he drunkenly pressed his lips to Fengzhi's face, pecking and smearing his alcohol-laden saliva onto her skin. Fengzhi was caught between anger and embarrassment, glancing at Xiaobei, who watched coldly with a mocking smile. Just then, Xiaobei left the private room, and Fengzhi felt much bolder, allowing Jiaming to grope her without restraint. She even glanced at Zhiling, as if to say, "You said you'd lend me your husband this time."

Seeing Fengzhi's half-hearted resistance to Jiaming's advances, Zhiling knew that staying any longer would only lead to trouble, especially since she herself was thinking of Xiaobei. So she got up and left, waiting for Xiao Bei to return from the bathroom at the door. She waved to him, and the two went home first.

As soon as they entered, Xiao Bei embraced Zhi Ling from behind, gently hooking the door shut with his foot. Zhi Ling playfully twisted her body, raising her hand above her head, but accidentally removing the hairpin holding her hair in her hair. Turning around, she tossed her dark red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders. She smiled charmingly, her red tongue darting around her full, luscious lips like a cat's, playfully shaking her thick, night-black hair. Xiao Bei took her lips in his, boldly slipping his tongue inside. Zhi Ling held it tightly, and a whirlwind immediately gripped him. Zhi Ling's sucking was skillful and experienced, feeling like a gentle avalanche. Zhi Ling took off her coat and skirt; she wanted to take more off. Xiao Bei pressed down on her arm. Zhi Ling's black pantyhose held a different kind of allure for him, while the fiery red thong beneath the mesh and the surrounding white flesh created a dazzling spectacle. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, a surge of intense desire welling up within him, as if his semen was about to burst forth. He quickly placed Zhi Ling on the sofa in the living room, panting as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes still lingering on the alluring body reclining on the sofa.

Facing Xiao Bei's muscular physique, Zhi Ling's eyes were filled with undisguised desire. The proportions of his bones and the contrasting light and shadow formed by his muscles were so balanced, so harmonious, so full of power and beauty. She felt like an experienced fur trader, her gaze sweeping over every part of his naked body, pausing briefly. She seemed to hear the livestock dealer admiringly saying: "Look at this glossy fur, what a fine fur!"

Look at those deltoids, biceps, abs, and sphincter muscles—these muscles are so closely integrated with the bones, they're practically inseparable. And look at those two bulging muscles on the shoulder blades, don't they resemble the shoulder blades of an ox? This is the raw power, this is true masculine beauty. And that thing between his legs, the veins bulging, dark and menacing, like a leaping serpent, baring its fangs and claws, ready to attack its prey at any moment.

Xiao Bei didn't pounce on her like a beast as Zhi Ling had imagined. After stripping off his clothes, he knelt before the sofa, his hands groping over Zhi Ling's body. His slender, delicate fingers were as graceful as flowers, seemingly imbued with emotion and thought. Facing her body, he was like a butterfly facing a cluster of flowers, filled with tenderness and pity. After hesitating for a long time, he finally extended his beautiful tendrils, trembling as he slowly moved forward, tentatively attempting to touch her body. Upon the first touch, he recoiled swiftly as if electrocuted, as if he had hurt him and himself. He stood there timidly, frozen like a scallion, as if startled. Zhi Ling felt a little dizzy. Something was budding, something was flowing, flowing uncontrollably, flowing in a vortex filled with the fragrance of her body.

Zhiling let him use his mouth to nudge her breasts, making them bounce like rabbits. His hands scratched and clawed at her belly, making her tremble with pleasure as if she were being electrocuted. He let his wet tongue lick her entire body, the tip of his tongue moving like ripples on water, finally discovering a good spot covered by damp, lush grass. Xiao Bei's tongue stopped there, and he even helped by using his fingers to dig a hole in her stockings, lifting one side of her pants. Zhiling's area was already overflowing with lustful fluids, and her legs were writhing in burning desire. Xiao Bei lifted her legs, half-squatting and half-kneeling, his erect penis teasing her. At this moment, the area between Zhiling's thighs felt like a stomach that had been empty for many years, feeling hungry, as if every inch of flesh had turned into hard teeth, searching for food one by one. Having caught Xiao Bei's self-inflicted flesh, how could she allow him to escape? She had already tightly taken it into her mouth, then let out a soft moan, her eyes tightly closed as if savoring the moment, unwilling to open them for a long time.

Xiao Bei's penis, soaked in the melting, lustful juices of Zhi Ling's vagina, swelled even more. He thrust and pounded there with all his might, wishing he could penetrate Zhi Ling deeply. Seeing Zhi Ling arching her back to meet him and helping him, his lust intensified. He used all his strength, thrusting up and down, deep and shallow, like an ox pulling a bow, and soon his forehead was covered in sweat. The sweat seeped onto his bronze skin and rolled like beads, splashing onto Zhi Ling's body with his movements. Waves of pleasure surged like a tide, touching the nerve endings in his body, making them tingle and feel incredibly pleasurable. Looking at Zhiling beneath him, he saw her brows furrowed, her body trembling with each thrust, her mouth uttering incoherent sounds that Xiao Bei couldn't understand. Her hands seemed unsure of where to go, sometimes groping her body aimlessly, sometimes gripping Xiao Bei's buttocks tightly.

Xiao Bei was now on top of her, their navels pressed together, their thighs tightly entwined, his thick penis grinding like an iron pestle between her thighs. Zhiling felt as if she were plummeting from a towering peak, her heart hanging in suspense, feeling something slowly seeping from deep within her womb. Her entire body felt limp, as if her bones had been removed, and she had no strength left to move. This act of lovemaking, with the man's heightened lust, was something Zhiling had never experienced before; it was truly earth-shattering for her. They tumbled from the sofa onto the carpet. They moved from the living room to the bedroom, tumbling and rolling around on the large bed where Zhiling and Jiaming slept. The man wanted to be with her, but she wouldn't give in; she wanted to stop, but he wouldn't give up. Just as things were getting heated, Xiao Bei grabbed her alluring face and pressed his lips to hers with deep affection. Their mouths met, their tongues intertwining and conquering, while his hands were not idle, kneading and squeezing her bare breasts. Zhiling tried to take off her only clothes—stockings and panties—but he wouldn't let her. He made her put on high heels, then forced her to lean against the balcony railing in the bedroom. Then, he thrust into her from behind. Zhiling clung to the marble railing, her disheveled hair billowing in the wind like a burning red flame. On the lawn below the apartment, several children were playing happily with a ball, while their parents sat leisurely on stone benches. One had returned from the market and was loudly discussing prices with another.

Xiao Bei didn't even know if he had ejaculated, perhaps it was the third or fourth time he had ejaculated inside Zhi Ling. Anyway, he only felt that his thing between his legs was tired and soft, but if he pushed harder, it would stand erect inside her. Zhi Ling's stockings and panties were completely soaked, and her pubic hair was covered with a paste-like fluid. After another round of rapid thrusting, Zhi Ling's soft moans turned repeatedly, and she hummed and groaned as if she was sighing. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were full of lust, revealing an indescribable wantonness. However, because they were on the balcony, she did not dare to shout loudly.

While Xiao Bei and Zhi Ling were enjoying their passionate lovemaking at home, Feng Zhi waited and waited at the hotel, but Jia Ming, drunk, kept pestering her. Unable to resist Jia Ming's harassment, she had no choice but to place her delicate body in his arms. Jia Ming didn't have much effort in taking off her pants. In fact, Feng Zhi was also burning with desire, and she had an indescribable feeling for Jia Ming deep down. Since childhood, she had only thought of teachers as aloof and unsmiling, but she never expected that Jia Ming would be so infatuated with her and so arrogant in private. Perhaps the man in her mind should be like him, with refined manners and witty conversation. So she didn't refuse, and even liked him a little. She just twisted her body slightly and obediently let him take off her underwear. Before Jiaming could even pull her pants off completely, his eyes lit up. Fengzhi's pubic hair was thick and black, a glossy, slippery expanse. He tried to place his hand there, but Fengzhi kept her legs tightly closed. He tried to probe with his fingers, but the wet, fleshy cleft was tightly shut, making it impossible for him to find the opening. His fingers wandered aimlessly over her lower abdomen and inner thighs, and he groaned anxiously. Seeing him shaking his head and ears, much like a hungry baby unable to find its nipple, Fengzhi couldn't help but laugh and said, "Silly boy, how can you open your legs if my pants aren't all off?" Jiaming looked and suddenly realized that the pants were wrapped around her knees, binding both her feet.

Fengzhi pulled down her pants and went to the sofa in the private room, her jade-like legs spread wide. Jiaming stared wide-eyed, his eyes widening like bells. He could vaguely see the opening among the tangled grass, and then he pried open the flesh to peek closer. Inside, it was bright red and wet, and at the tip of the slit, a pea-sized clitoris protruded. Jiaming could no longer restrain himself; the alcohol seemed to have worn off. He deftly loosened his belt, and Fengzhi reached out and tugged at it like pulling cotton wool, instantly seizing his manhood. She shook it a couple of times, and it suddenly swelled up, thick and long, as hard as an iron rod. She stroked and teased that iron rod, and in a moment of excitement, she pressed her pink face against it, sticking out her tongue and sucking and licking it from top to bottom, making it blush like a little monk with a flushed face.

Seeing Fengzhi's wanton appearance, Jiaming unceremoniously hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, thrusting his member deep into her pubic hair. With a final, forceful thrust, he went all the way in, then began pumping back and forth with lightning speed, making the half-leaning sofa sway back and forth with a loud thud.

Once Fengzhi went wild, she was even more wanton than Zhiling. She gritted her teeth, gripping her buttocks tightly with both hands, working up to meet him. All she knew was that her vaginal fluids trickled out, staining her pubic hair and seeping down her thighs and buttocks. In just a short while, she felt weak and timid, and the frequency of her leg kicks gradually decreased until finally she raised them high like two snow-white, plump, soft plants, their branches swaying, a scene of enchanting spring. Jiaming felt as if he were submerged in red syrup, his blood surging, his heart pounding, his breath ragged, his body tense and suffocating. Wave after wave of red liquid crashed over him, making him feel both ecstatic and delirious, threatening to knock him unconscious. Finally, like grabbing a jammed sluice gate, he pulled hard, and the pent-up torrent burst forth, crashing against the rocks with a sound like a zither, winding and curving, flowing merrily along the mountainside. His entire being was like a drop of water, launched into the sky, instantly dried by the scorching sun, turning into white mist, then wispy clouds, and disappearing into the distance.

Fengzhi didn't return to Zhiling's house until lunchtime. Jiaming had only told her to go back first, but he had disappeared. Fengzhi knew he was guilty, so this was for the best, to avoid arousing suspicion from Zhiling and Xiaobei. She took a taxi back. Xiao Bei and Zhi Ling were already having lunch. Zhi Ling greeted them, "Why are you so late? We couldn't wait!" The table was laden with food: steamed lobster, boiled crab, and even turtle soup with chicken. The turtle's head was sticking out of the soup bowl, looking just like a man's genitals.

Zhi Ling had redone her makeup. She wore a low-cut, backless top that exposed her fair, full shoulders, paired with a tight-fitting short skirt, all fiery red from head to toe, including her stockings and shoes. Her hair was rose-red, her face flushed from drinking, and her lips were a glossy, blood-red. The intense red was overwhelming, exuding passion and alluring charm. Xiao Bei was also wearing a short-sleeved shirt and trousers. It was clear they had been drinking for a while. Despite being drunk, Xiao Bei's face wasn't flushed, but rather pale and bluish.

Fengzhi hurriedly washed up in the bathroom, wearing Zhiling's nightgown with only two thin straps that sank deep into her plump shoulders. Feeling somewhat guilty about what happened with Jiaming, she was extra affectionate and considerate towards Xiaobei: "Don't drink anymore." "Yeah, I already got one drunk this morning." Zhiling, holding a piece of abalone, just smiled at the plump piece. She then picked up a wine glass and stared blankly at the glass, laughing.

Fengzhi took Xiaobei's wine glass, seemingly triggered by some memory. The smile that had been plastered on her face was now frozen on her lips. Xiaobei leaned to the side, placing his hand on her shoulder, lingering on her rounded area, exploring it incessantly. Then, his hand brazenly slipped inside her open neckline, grasping her unbraced breasts. Fengzhi glanced over, swayed her body affectionately, and quickly glanced at Zhiling out of the corner of her eye. However, she turned her head and looked at the cactus on the windowsill, which was about to bloom in a sapphire blue porcelain plate. Its thick, dark green leaves stretched out in all directions like a nest of green snakes, and the red tips of the branches looked like snake tongues sticking out.

Fengzhi placed her hand on Xiaobei's thigh, feeling a surge of warmth and romance from her husband, a warmth that had never been so intense. Her hand moved upwards, eventually touching the thick, erect penis inside Xiaobei's pants. A shiver ran through her; having seen Jiaming's penis before, she now compared it to her husband's, and they were truly different. She hadn't noticed before, but Jiaming's was longer, and the pubic hair was softer and more manageable, unlike Xiaobei's coarse and messy one. As he touched it, it felt like he had penetrated deep into her, tickling her heart with a tingling, numbing sensation. Especially his initial shyness, followed by so many caresses and tenderness once inside, his numerous techniques and methods—she realized that a knowledgeable man was different. Thinking this, the irritating little beast within her leaped out, writhing and thrashing about, making her feel burning with desire. Unconsciously, she increased the pressure on Xiao Bei's member, her own breasts swelling uncomfortably, her nipples erect in his hand, and her thighs clenching tightly involuntarily.

Xiao Bei's lust intensified, and he thrust his member out, pressing her head down under the table in front of Zhi Ling. She involuntarily bent down, kneeling on the floor and taking his glans into her mouth. Lubricated by her saliva, the glans swelled even more, throbbing restlessly in her tight mouth. She busily stroked it, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny. Despite her wantonness, Zhi Ling felt a little flustered. She pushed her cup away, placed her hand on the back of the chair, and sent a knowing glance over.

Xiao Bei grinned and smirked, enjoying the moment, his eyes teasingly fixed on Zhi Ling's alluring gaze. The alcohol had already set in Zhi Ling's body, and combined with the sensual stimulation from the couple, Zhi Ling knew she was completely soaked. Her stockings clung coolly to her thighs, and her hand unconsciously reached down. Feng Zhi, who was lying under the table, saw that Zhi Ling's legs were spread open, but she wasn't wearing any underwear under her stockings, and a clump of messy pubic hair glistened. At this moment, Xiao Bei lifted her up from under her armpits and pulled down her underwear. Feng Zhi feigned shyness, half-resisting and half-yielding, twisting her body but turning her buttocks towards her husband. Then, Xiao Bei lifted her up and thrust his penis into her crotch. As if guided by eyes, his penis slid straight into her vagina. Feng Zhi cried out, "Why are you here?" but secretly, she was still thrusting her buttocks up and down. Zhiling watched coldly as Fengzhi's short hair flew wildly, her cheeks flushed, and her bright eyes blinked intermittently. Her buttocks swayed wildly, her body moving like a willow in the wind. Zhiling felt a shiver run through her, and a trickle of fluid welled up from deep within her lower abdomen. She got up to leave, but as she passed Fengzhi, Fengzhi let out a soft cry and pulled her into a tight embrace.

Fengzhi wrapped her arms around Zhiling's waist and leaned forward. Xiaobei felt a sudden emptiness in his penis and immediately released her. He could no longer sit still. He stood up, thrusting his hips forward like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface or a swallow flying into its nest, his large member sinking back in. Xiaobei's lower body didn't stop its rapid thrusting, but instead reached out a hand to caress Zhiling's cheek and leaned in to kiss her lips. With Fengzhi between them, they stretched out their bodies, their tongues intertwining and dancing. Fengzhi nestled her face against Zhiling's lower abdomen, freeing one hand to unzip Zhiling's short skirt, pulling it down to her ankles along with her silk stockings. She could now clearly see Zhiling's private parts: smooth, full, and plump sides, with a small, protruding object like a rooster's comb. Unable to resist her curiosity, she touched it with her fingers. With just one touch, Zhiling's legs trembled violently, and a stream of vaginal fluid seeped from her vulva down her thighs. Zhiling let out a soft moan, raising her hands above her head and removing a hair clip from her long, rose-red hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders and breasts like a waterfall.

She knew her desire had been aroused; as she unbuttoned Xiaobei's shirt, her fingers trembled with impatience. Then she saw Xiao Bei's thick chest, which was covered with fine beads of sweat. Xiao Bei did not stop his movements; instead, he thrust his hips forcefully, making Feng Zhi, who was bent over, moan softly as he thrust in and out. She tried her best to offer him her plump buttocks, while crying out, "Sister Qian, save me! My back is about to break!" Zhi Ling said, "Let's go to the bed." She moved her feet and threw off the stockings and skirt on her feet.

Xiao Bei slapped Feng Zhi's buttocks. As his penis withdrew from her vagina, Feng Zhi seemed to be paralyzed. Her legs went weak and she collapsed onto a chair. Xiao Bei, with a sudden burst of strength, picked up Zhi Ling and carried her to her bedroom. Zhi Ling wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his face repeatedly. When Feng Zhi caught her breath, she followed him into the bedroom and saw Zhi Ling, who was like a soft beach, her body already exposed. Xiao Bei lay on top of her, his long tongue tracing its way across her smooth, white skin, like a sand crab crawling tirelessly on a beach, diligently searching for decaying matter to satisfy its appetite. Feng

Zhi didn't get into bed; she had already removed her pajamas and knelt naked on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, fully appreciating the sensual scene before her. She felt unbearably hot all over; Xiao Bei's tongue was licking Zhi Ling's firm, high breasts, its tongue skillfully circling around her nipples, sometimes drawing circles around the crimson areolas, sometimes swiftly skimming across the nipples, teasing Zhi Ling until she moaned incessantly, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over her body. Fengzhi then manipulated Zhiling's thighs with her hands. Zhiling's skin was delicate and smooth, and it felt a little slippery to the touch. Moving her hands upwards, she reached her plump vulva, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid. Her two labia were swollen and blooming, and her clitoris was delicately exposed. She brushed it with her fingertips, and the clitoris retreated into the door as if a woman was shy. Then she saw Zhiling making incoherent noises, and her whole body arched like a boiled shrimp.

Zhiling, already burning with passion and desire, reached out and groped haphazardly in the air, suddenly and firmly grasping Xiao Bei's erect member at his waist. She eagerly pulled it down to her lower body, arching her hips to meet it, easily swallowing it. The two pressed tightly together, Xiao Bei's hands encircling her slender waist, Zhiling's waist dangling, her member bulging out. Xiao Bei then thrust powerfully, pumping and pounding, sending her to the highest heavens. She couldn't help but moan softly, like a child's sleep-like cries. Fengzhi,

watching the man and woman's bodies unite, seeing the penetration and penetration, the lustful fluids flowing freely from the shaft, her lustful heart was uncontrollable, restless and eager. She quickly climbed onto the bed, sprawled next to Zhiling, and raised her plump, tender buttocks high. Xiao Bei pulled out his wet penis and thrust it into the tangled mess between Zhi Ling's buttocks. He pumped wildly for a while, then thrust it back in. He teased one side and then thrust into the other. Feng Zhi saw Zhi Ling's eyes roll back, her dark pupils seemingly gone, and her legs kicking wildly. Knowing that she was about to reach her climax, she helped support her thighs and teased her vulva with her hands. Xiao Bei saw Zhi Ling's buttocks swaying like a whirlwind, her vagina tightly gripping him, his glans feeling as if it were being bitten. He trembled violently for a moment, and his semen gushed out, pouring out wildly. Zhi Ling couldn't hold back either, and her vaginal fluids gushed out.

After the climax, a lingering weariness followed. Zhi Ling hastily pulled a towel over her lower body, ignoring the mess of their debauchery, and lay flat on her body, falling asleep.

It wasn't until almost evening that Jiaming returned home. He quietly opened the door; the living room was empty, and Xiaobei's apartment was locked. He paced to the bedroom and saw Zhiling sprawled out, still not quite asleep. He was used to Zhiling sleeping naked. Just as he was about to head to the bathroom, he turned around and saw Zhiling lying on the bed, eyes open, facing him. Jiaming observed her expression: her brows were furrowed, her eyes gleamed coldly, and she was pouting, as if she were sulking. He quickly moved closer, pressing his face against the edge of the bed, and said, "I need to go upstairs for some urgent business." He felt his words sounded somewhat unnatural and became increasingly suspicious that he had blushed slightly when he answered.

She smiled, her eyes narrowing, her nose slightly wrinkled, revealing a seductive charm. "Why are you so nervous?" "Oh, so you were just kidding me." He pulled her close and tried to kiss her, but Zhiling covered his lips with her hand: "Go wash up, you still smell like another woman." Seeing the messy bed, he pulled back the thin blanket covering Zhiling, only to find a towel tucked between her bare thighs, and her pubic hair matted and sticky. He pretended to be displeased and said, "Well, look what you've done." "You're allowed to do it, but I'm not?" Zhiling knew he wasn't really angry, so she smiled and replied. "Go wash up, there's something else for you to do later."

When Jiaming came out of the bathroom, Zhiling was sitting in front of the dressing table, playing with her long hair. He couldn't help but gasp. Zhiling was so relaxed and at ease. She was only wearing a bra, which was unusual. It was very red and made of soft silk or satin. Only a small portion of her breasts supported her chest, having been kneaded and shaped countless times by men's bodies and hands—roughly, gently, purely driven by passion, or displayed with dazzling skill—they had stood firm like two snow-white, plump loaves of bread, protruding and alluring, making every man's mouth water. Below, however, was a narrow thong. Jiaming wondered what that small piece of fabric could possibly conceal, yet it often aroused his burning desire. Bathed in the soft light of the room, she seemed to coalesce into a statue of sensuality, her long, pink legs intertwined, the beautiful curve of her lower abdomen emitting an alluring fragrance.

Jiaming stepped forward and embraced her from behind, pressing his lips to hers. Her lips responded, wriggling against his, as he tentatively tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, desperately suppressing the fire of desire within him, holding her tightly and carefully. Zhiling's fingers gently caressed his cheek, igniting a fierce fire within him. Just as he tried to take things further, Zhiling twisted her body in protest and pushed him away.

Jiaming, bored, strolled out of the living room. He was astonished to see Fengzhi, also wearing only a thin nightgown, lazily stretching out on the sofa. Her eyes gleamed incredulously, and she smiled alluringly, extending a finger to him. Jiaming went over and placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes darting around. "Xiaobei isn't here." "He's here, still not awake." Her lips parted slightly, waiting for him. She licked his lips with her tongue, rekindling a faint flame there. He wrapped his arm around her neck, pressing her head down onto the sofa. She joyfully responded with her hands, embracing his head in return. He closed his eyes and kissed her passionately, a surge of excitement coursing through his body. Fengzhi felt his hands exploring her body; she loved his caresses, his gentle and affectionate movements. She let the thin bra strap slip down, allowing his hand to touch her bare skin, and he began to breathe heavily into her mouth.

Fengzhi used her fingers to lift the hem of his bathrobe, sliding them over his underwear and stopping at his thigh, where the muscles were firm and defined. She gently lifted his face, moving it away from her lips and pressing it down onto her high, firm breasts. She felt incredibly good; only he could bring her such pleasure. He was panting, wanting to cry out. Fengzhi felt his trembling, and then her hand, which had been caressing his genitals, felt a warm current emanating from his body through his underwear. This warmth flowed through her entire body as well. She held her breath and hugged him tightly.

The two of them played and laughed freely on the sofa. Fengzhi's usually gentle voice turned into a scream. Jiaming, fearing that Zhiling and Xiaobei would hear, quickly covered her mouth and then pulled up the hem of his bathrobe. Only then did he loudly ask Zhiling in the room what they were having for dinner. Zhiling emerged from the room wearing only a bra and panties: "There's plenty of food in the fridge, but I'm afraid we'll still need you as the chef." Jiaming looked distressed: "Why me again?" His eyes lingered on Fengzhi. Fengzhi volunteered, "I'll help you." Zhiling winked at Fengzhi, who, now shameless, shoved Jiaming's back towards the kitchen.

Jiaming was indeed a good cook; his skills had played a significant role in winning Zhiling's heart back then.

In the kitchen, Jiaming removed his baggy bathrobe, leaving his upper body bare except for an apron. As Fengzhi groped him, she also removed his underwear. Jiaming was tall and slender, but having trained in sports, he wasn't frail; his body was strong and healthy, and his skin was fair. Fengzhi pressed herself against him from behind, one hand playing with his nipple, while the other slipped inside her apron, stroking his penis relentlessly. Jiaming was astonished by this woman's audacity; she had him mesmerized, his hands busy, and he would occasionally turn back to suck on her tongue.

Fengzhi felt like ants were crawling all over her body, a tingling, itchy sensation that made her tremble uncontrollably. She rolled over, climbed into the kitchen cabinet, and raised her buttocks high. Jiaming wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulled back her apron, and thrust his long penis inside. Fengzhi gasped for breath, moaning softly, her breasts swaying in circles. Finally, they managed to put together a table of vegetables. Jiaming then thrust into Fengzhi hard against the kitchen cabinet. Although the position was awkward, preventing them from indulging in their own wild abandon, it at least extinguished much of their burning desire.

Jiaming was about to call Zhiling out for dinner when the scene before him changed his mind. Xiaobei had pulled Zhiling down onto the soft brocade stool in front of the dressing mirror, his dark buttocks thrusting violently, his body already drenched in sweat, relentlessly pounding her. Zhiling moaned with pleasure beneath him, her eyes burning with lust. Her legs were wrapped around Xiaobei's waist, one arm tightly around his neck, the flesh on her arm trembling with each thrust. Jiaming, unaware that Xiaobei had already taken advantage of him at noon, was caught in a dilemma when Zhiling said to him wantonly, "What are you waiting for? Join in!" Everyone harbored lustful thoughts, and now that the window had been opened, they no longer hesitated.

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