[Urban] My Snow-White Sister-in-Law (Complete) - 13-15

【Volume 1】 Chapter 67 Classic My foot (1)

Meng Xiaofan raised his cup several times in succession, and both the male and female students were getting into it. Hu Dong gestured to ask for a break.

"If we keep drinking like this, I feel a little out of breath. We can't continue."

"Are you not as good as a woman?" Yi Xiaolin shouted stubbornly, "The girls are not saying anything, and you are complaining and making a fool of yourself!"

Most people supported Hu Dong, saying that the final result of drinking like this would be mutual destruction. If everyone drank to death, who would bury them? They unanimously demanded that Meng Xiaofan change the game and continue playing in a different way.

Meng Xiaofan had no choice but to give in to everyone's will, but he really couldn't think of any new tricks. So he suggested a competition to break the gender boundaries. Scissors, rock, paper, divide the table into two. The losing side would have everyone drink a full cup. It would be fair, just, open, and transparent. The side with the better skills would live, and the side with the worse skills would die. The side that drank half to death and the other half would be responsible for burying them.

The result of the rock-paper-scissors game was that Meng Xiaofan and Hu Dong, along with Liu Yazhou, Wang Ding, Ma Danxia, Fang Xiaoqian, and Liu Bayi, were divided into two small groups. The remaining members were Yi Xiaolin, Wang Aofan, Wen Fei, Qi Dafang, and two girls, Wu Yingying and Fan Gandi. There were three people in total, so they had to divide them into two small groups. The number of people was not equal, so they had to divide them like this.

Yi Xiaolin yelled, "Meng Xiaofan got the better deal again! Not only did he outnumber us, but he also took five of the seven beautiful women, and even abducted my wife!"

Ma Danxia, afraid Yi Xiaolin would talk nonsense after drinking too much, kicked him under the table. Yi Xiaolin glared at her, "Why did you kick me?"

Hu Dong, worried the two would clash, quickly called for a duel.

Wang Aofan, who, like Meng Xiaofan, wasn't much of a talker, asked the waiter for a cucumber and some tomatoes, slicing them and sticking one on each person's face, dividing the two teams into the Red Camp and the Green Camp—Meng Xiaofan's team was Red, and Yi Xiaolin's team was Green.

At first, both sides had their wins and losses, but later Meng Xiaofan's side gradually gained the upper hand

. Xiao Fan had few tricks up his sleeve at the banquet, mainly using his big finger to press the small one, but he mastered this technique to a high degree. The "big-to-small" method was essentially a psychological game; whoever could accurately predict which finger the opponent would use won. Meng Xiao Fan was better at reading people's minds than others, so often in one round, the Red Camp would only need Meng Xiao Fan to defeat the Green Camp.

People who drank, when drunk, behaved in various ways: some loved to sleep, some loved to fight, and some loved to talk.

Yi Xiaolin belonged to the talkative type.

The first topic was class reunions.

Class reunions from different places, all sorts of class reunions, discussing the definition of a class reunion.

Yi Xiaolin said, "Class reunions are all about flirting, breaking up couples. The cunning ones hide under the covers, the less cunning ones chat, the moderate ones grope, the cunning ones sing, and the clueless ones drink themselves to death. Classmates, isn't this classic?"

"Classic my foot!"

the girls chorused.

The men and women were all quite drunk. Liu Bayi stood up, ran to Yi Xiaolin, grabbed his ear, and shouted, "Sisters, come and pour him drinks!"

Except for Ma Danxia, all the girls surrounded him, each holding a glass of wine, and poured it into Yi Xiaolin's mouth. Yi Xiaolin was gasping for breath, begging for mercy and promising to tell jokes until everyone was satisfied. Only then did the girls let him go.

Ma Danxia reminded Yi Xiaolin, "Don't go too far!"

Yi Xiaolin glared at Ma Danxia with bloodshot eyes and scolded, "Shut up!"

Ma Danxia didn't mind, took out her phone to answer a call, then smiled, stood up, and told everyone that a colleague urgently needed to speak with her. She then bowed apologetically and prepared to leave. Everyone objected, but Yi Xiaolin said, "Let her go. It's none of her business anyway, but she insisted on coming along to cause trouble. It'll be quieter if she goes away."

Hearing Yi Xiaolin's harsh words and seeing Ma Danxia's somber face with tears in her eyes, the students unanimously criticized Yi Xiaolin, saying his attitude was extremely improper—how could he be so bossy towards his wife?

Liu Bayi shouted, "Pour her another drink!"

The girls tried to pull Ma Danxia to stay, but she insisted on leaving, apologizing repeatedly before turning away.

This little incident created a slightly awkward atmosphere, so Yi Xiaolin quickly told everyone to continue drinking, not to let the inconsiderate Ma Danxia spoil the fun. He said it would be more relaxed without her, and they could eat, drink, and have fun freely.

"She shouldn't have come in the first place!" Yi Xiaolin emphasized again.

When Yi Xiaolin discussed the reunion with Hu Dong, he made it clear that family members could not be brought to the class reunion. Yi Xiaolin said it wasn't that he was petty, but that everyone brought their families, and it would be difficult to create a lively atmosphere if strangers and acquaintances were mixed together. Moreover, one had to be careful about what one said, which was too tiring.

[Volume 1] Chapter 67 Classic My foot (2)

But Ma Danxia was different; she was also one of the classmates. Yi Xiaolin originally didn't want her to attend, but Ma Danxia said she really wanted to go, so Yi Xiaolin had no choice but to agree. However, the couple still had a little disagreement.

Actually, it was better that Ma Danxia left. After all, she was Yi Xiaolin's wife, and there were some things that were really inconvenient to say when she was there.

Those things that were inconvenient to say were actually about topics related to men and women.

The little boys and girls had all grown into adults. Even if they communicated regularly, they didn't have many opportunities to talk. But over the past ten years, they had accumulated a lot to say and a lot of emotions to release through alcohol. The best atmosphere was for everyone to use the occasion as a cover for their faces, to let loose, and to do whatever they wanted – that's what makes it so enjoyable.

But with Ma Danxia present, they didn't dare to say a word, so how could they have any fun?

Therefore, while everyone outwardly expressed regret and reluctance at Ma Danxia's departure, they were secretly relieved. So the atmosphere was easily adjusted, and after a few more drinks, everything returned to normal.

"Yi Xiaolin, weren't you going to tell some jokes?" Liu Yazhou reminded them.

"Yes, yes, I have a ton of jokes. What kind do you guys like?" Yi Xiaolin asked excitedly.

"The kind that's like 'a dog can't produce ivory,'" Hu Dong said.

“Okay, let’s start with a few jokes that aren’t suitable for children, to get us going,” Yi Xiaolin said. “Anyway, we’re all experienced people, we’ve done everything, what’s wrong with sharing?” Yi

Xiaolin started telling jokes, emphasizing that they were all original and verifiable.

Yi Xiaolin said that one of his female colleagues, named **, was always late. When he wasn’t at meetings, the section chief asked knowingly: “Has ** arrived?” The female employees all quickly answered: “No.” The section chief frowned: “Damn!

” “What’s next?” Wang Ding asked.

“Nothing more.”

Everyone was stunned. Someone then remembered that he was plagiarizing Ji Xiaolan, and they all shouted to force him to drink. Yi Xiaolin refused, saying that he should continue telling jokes to appease public anger.

Liu Bayi jumped up, swaying his slender waist over to Yi Xiaolin, and grabbed his crotch.

“Let me see if there’s anything down there!”

Yi Xiaolin screamed in pain: “If you push harder, the line will go down.

” “Keep telling the joke, or I’ll let you change your gender!” Liu Bayi threatened.

Yi Xiaolin reluctantly agreed to continue, but his eyes kept wandering to the girls' chests. Suddenly, he remembered something and burst into laughter. Liu Bayi asked him what he was laughing at, and Yi Xiaolin laughed and said he remembered an old joke.

A beautiful foreign woman was dining at a Western restaurant in China. Because of the language barrier, she hastily unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her breasts. The waiter immediately shouted: "Two hamburgers, two cups of hot milk, and two strawberries..."

The girls erupted in cheers. Liu Bayi lifted his enormous breasts and used them to cover Yi Xiaolin's mouth: "Good boy, eat my milk, I'll stuff you until you're stuffed, or I'll suffocate you!"

This was a bit too much, but in this situation, it would be abnormal if it wasn't.

While Yi Xiaolin was fooling around, he didn't know that things were already seriously going on across the table.

Hu Dong and Zheng Wei were sitting together, and Wang Aofan and Liu Yazhou were sitting together. Both couples were whispering in each other's ears, their old flames rekindled. Hu Dong and Wang Aofan's hands were already slithering across their ex-girlfriends' bodies like snakes.

Everyone saw it, but everyone, including Meng Xiaofan, smiled tolerantly. It's

really funny when you think about it. Back in elementary school, if a boy and a girl held hands, everyone would cheer. With everyone cheering, the little girl would blush. Later, as we grew up, went to middle school, university, and then started our own families and careers, we experienced and understood most of life's things. What else is there to understand? Why be shy?

The men and women at the table were all successful, married, or working. A class reunion reminded everyone of the past, and everyone felt a desire to rekindle old flames. Those without a past relationship immediately sought out someone to confide in. Six men and seven women were paired up, and in the end, Fang Xiaoqian was left alone. A

major emotional reshuffle.

Fang Xiaoqian's gaze lingered on Meng Xiaofan's face.

Meng Xiaofan was naturally sitting with Wang Ding, their behavior relatively refined—holding hands, talking, and exchanging glances. But Yi Xiaolin and his group were different. Under the influence of alcohol, they became wildly unrestrained, hugging, groping, and kissing. Despite Meng Xiaofan's repeated reminders, no one listened, and the situation quickly spiraled out of control.

The moment the door to the private room was suddenly flung open, everyone froze. Yi Xiaolin was about to retaliate when several police officers rushed in, leaving him speechless.

Everyone was dumbfounded, then taken away and locked in a dark room at the police station.

[Volume 1] Chapter 68 The Last Supper (1)

Someone reported that they were engaging in group sex under the guise of a class reunion.

The scene had already been photographed by the police, so there was no way to deny it.

Yi Xiaolin led everyone in a protest, saying that these photos were evidence. They were all old classmates from elementary school, some of whom hadn't seen each other for more than ten or twenty years. It was inevitable that they would be a little excited when they met, and that they would have a little intimate contact. That was normal. What was the big deal? How could it be called group sex?

Yi Xiaolin and Hu Dong were quite enthusiastic about social activities and had many friends. Soon, some friends went to the police station to plead for them and warned the police not to go too far, as it would be difficult to handle later. The charge of group sex was not something that could be said casually. There had to be substantial evidence. Did they take off their clothes? Did they have sex? No, no, so what? Touching and kissing a few times was not enough to convict them.

The police decided to have Yi Xiaolin and the others write a guarantee before releasing them.

Yi Xiaolin said, "No, we won't leave. We absolutely won't leave." Yi

Xiaolin and Hu Dong demanded an apology from the police and compensation for their emotional distress. They felt they had been intimidated for no reason, and that the police would be traumatized for a long time; they needed an explanation.

In the end, the police softened their stance, saying they had arrested them too early and should have waited until they were naked and in the throes of passion before breaking down the door.

Hearing this, Yi Xiaolin and Hu Dong felt less confident and agreed to let it go.

They knew that in that situation, if the police hadn't broken down the door in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. With so much alcohol consumed, no one could guarantee how their desires would be aroused.

The police promised to keep the incident absolutely confidential, but they also demanded that the police never play such a joke again. Playing with the law had no good ending; crossing the line could lead to irreparable consequences

. Their promises were useless. As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. This class reunion scandal had spread like wildfire for some time, leaving everyone humiliated. Especially the girls, despite repeatedly explaining to their husbands at home, they still couldn't gain forgiveness. In the end, Liu Yazhou divorced, Zheng Wei was placed on probation, and several other girls were also plunged into deep emotional crises.

The class reunion initiated by Yi Xiaolin and Hu Dong was nipped in the bud.

The girls attacked Yi Xiaolin and Hu Dong, asking how they could have only sent thirteen people to the gathering? Thirteen is a very unlucky number; the Last Supper ended as soon as it began.

And it left so many aftereffects.

Meng Xiaofan hadn't expected things to get so bad.

Liu Sisi quickly learned that he had been taken to the police station.

Liu Sisi once again took out the divorce agreement she had written.

"Sign it or not?"

Meng Xiaofan shook his head, his eyes scrutinizing the resolute woman: "Is there no room for negotiation?"

"No." "Liu Sisi didn't hesitate at all. "I never thought you'd stoop so low, even doing this in public! I still had a sliver of hope for you, but now I don't."

Meng Xiaofan didn't want to explain; he knew the version Liu Sisi had received must be incredibly filthy.

"Sign it or not? If you really won't sign, we'll see each other in court." Liu Sisi sighed deeply.

Everything was contained in that sigh.

"Okay, then I'll sign."

Meng Xiaofan knew everything was beyond repair, so he could only sign his name on the divorce agreement. Then, without waiting for Liu Sisi to urge him, he took the initiative to ask her to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with him to complete the divorce procedures.

The moment he walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Meng Xiaofan felt a mix of emotions. He felt a sudden sense of relief, but overall, he felt empty and desolate. A vast, boundless meadow floated in his mind, the grass withered, dry, and yellowed. A cold wind blew, howling across the desolate meadow. The grass swayed in the wind, and he stood on the meadow... Standing in the center of the plain, he looked at the endless desolation and felt lost.

Everything had returned to zero.

What is the symbol of zero? Zero is nothing, absolutely nothing. Zero is zero, a perfect egg, which is essentially complete failure. Many things start from zero. Achieving a breakthrough from zero means achieving results and accomplishments. But if you go around its circumference, you ultimately don't get out and return to the starting point. So zero is still zero, still a perfect egg.

Meng Xiaofan wanted to break out from zero, and he did, but he came back, failing to achieve a breakthrough from zero.

[Volume 1] Chapter 68 The Last Supper (2)

Meng Xiaofan was very troubled and didn't know how his future would unfold. He walked home, and his mother, Du Yueping, was already waiting in his room, ready to comfort him.

Du Yueping would never severely reprimand her son. No matter what Meng Xiaofan did, whether he made a mistake or compounded his mistake, Du Yueping would never harshly scold him because she felt she had lost the right to reprimand him. Ever since her son discovered her secret, Du Yueping had been very cautious in everything she did, obeying her son's every command.

When her son was young, she was not afraid of him, but as he grew older, Du Yueping became more and more afraid of him, fearing that she might accidentally anger him and say something that would make her feel ashamed. Therefore, she gradually developed the habit of indulging her son. As long as her son wanted to do something, there was nothing he couldn't do, and she never gave him any obstacles. When

her son wanted to marry his sister-in-law, she initially opposed it weakly, but later she jumped into her son's trenches, fought alongside him, and broke through the encirclement to fulfill her son's wishes.

Now that her son wanted to divorce Liu Sisi, Du Yueping muttered a few words before letting out a long sigh, ending her efforts to persuade him.

Her son told her it wasn't him who wanted a divorce, but rather Liu Sisi who wanted to part ways with him.

Du Yueping said, "Then shouldn't we reflect on ourselves?"

Meng Xiaofan smiled, looking at Du Yueping with a smile that made her uneasy.

"Let them divorce then. Two people who can't live together will only torture each other," Du Yueping said, but she didn't dare look at her son's face.

But Meng Xiaofan showed great excitement upon hearing her words: "Mom, thank you for your understanding!"

Du Yueping, pleased with the praise, then prepared several of Meng Xiaofan's favorite dishes at home to welcome her son back from his divorce attempt when he and Liu Sisi went to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Regardless of his inner thoughts, Meng Xiaofan remained outwardly calm. As he grew older, his personality continued and developed from his childhood—unfazed by inner turmoil.

After eating and drinking a couple of glasses of wine, Du Yueping asked him, "What are your plans for the future?"

Meng Xiaofan replied, "I don't know." "

After saying that, he walked out and went straight to the street.

Meng Xiaofan really didn't know what to do. For a while, a series of events left him feeling overwhelmed. Chen Wanjun's suicide had deeply wounded him, leading to his special revenge plan, which he then put into action. However, he felt he had gotten himself into trouble and couldn't extricate himself. He had originally intended to end this prank and allow himself to recover, but then Yi Xiaolin organized a class reunion, dragging him into it. Although it ended without serious consequences, Meng Xiaofan felt it had severely damaged him again.

Although everyone in the office still treated him the same, he was certain that many people in the company already knew about his scandal. He hadn't come to work for three days without reason." Everyone could guess that something had happened to him. What happened? Modern people have so many information channels; it's easy to figure things out.

He had no way to explain himself; the more he tried to explain, the worse it got, so he remained silent.

Liu Sisi, no longer willing to tolerate it, resolutely parted ways with him, leaving him feeling defeated.

No matter how much he struggled, he was still a loser.

In fact, he had always considered himself a loser, a pathetic figure in life.

This feeling stemmed entirely from Ye Xiaozhi.

He increasingly felt that his life couldn't exist without Ye Xiaozhi; he would always love only one person, and that was Ye Xiaozhi. But he clearly knew... To gain Ye Xiaozhi's forgiveness and love in this lifetime was already a pipe dream.

Chen Wanjun was merely a substitute for Ye Xiaozhi, and now he didn't even have a substitute left; his heart was empty, like a soulless walking corpse.

Thinking of Ye Xiaozhi, Meng Xiaofan felt a dull ache in his heart. He didn't know how to escape Ye Xiaozhi's entanglement. It was still the same feeling; Ye Xiaozhi seemed to always be sitting in his heart, silently watching his every move, which was why he had never dared to indulge himself too much.

Since she wouldn't forgive him and no longer loved him, why did she still control him?

Meng Xiaofan felt resentful.

He decided to never... Ignoring Ye Xiaozhi's supervision, he began to indulge himself.

Modern urban life is dazzling and colorful, with countless places to vent. Life is only once, so why not live it to the fullest? Being too strict with oneself is unfair.

If he wanted to indulge, Meng Xiaofan didn't need to frequent brothels; he had plenty of resources at his disposal. He could rekindle relationships with his elementary and middle school classmates. Those things in brothels were too low-class, a bit despicable and sordid.

Meng Xiaofan took out his phone, intending to call Fang Xiaoqian.

But after a moment's hesitation, he put the phone back in his pocket.

[Volume 1] Chapter 69 Am I Ridiculous? (1)

Meng Xiaofan finished writing his resignation letter and walked into the office where he had worked for three years for the last time.

After greeting everyone, Meng Xiaofan went to Yang Ying's office and placed the resignation letter in front of her.

Yang Ying's expression was one of surprise. She originally wanted to pull Meng Xiaofan to sit down, but after reading his resignation letter, Yang Ying froze, staring straight at Meng Xiaofan's face.

Meng Xiaofan laughed: "Why are you looking at me like that? We've known each other for so long, and suddenly you don't recognize me?"

Yang Ying's expression was very serious: "Are you joking or what?"

Meng Xiaofan didn't wait for Yang Ying to offer him a seat, but found a place to sit down himself, shook his head and said: "I'm not joking."

"If you're not joking, then what are you doing?"

"I just want to resign! What's the big deal?"

Yang Ying stared at Meng Xiaofan's face, trying to find the answer in his expression, but was disappointed. "

Let me tell you," Meng Xiaofan poured himself a glass of cold water and drank it in one gulp. "I've been planning this for a while now, wanting to start my own company and do what I love. Actually, it's not exactly what I like, but I need to earn enough money first before doing what I truly love."

"What you like? What do you really love doing?"

"I can't tell you right now." Meng Xiaofan looked at Yang Ying, nodded, and smiled.

Yang Ying was stunned for a moment before her expression returned to normal. She walked to Meng Xiaofan's side, stood in front of him, and asked, "Do you really want to leave?"

"I really want to leave."

"No, no!" Yang Ying was a little flustered.

"Why not? I don't want to spend my whole life here."

Yang Ying went over and closed the office door tightly, then went back to Meng Xiaofan, grabbed his hand, and held it tightly: "I won't let you leave!"

Meng Xiaofan struggled to pull her hand back, reminding Yang Ying, "Sister Yang, this is the office." Yang

Ying was a little embarrassed, but her impulsiveness remained. She pulled Meng Xiaofan's hand out from behind her back and held it tightly. "Tell me, are you really leaving?"

"Yes."

"You're willing to let me go?"

Meng Xiaofan paused for a moment, then immediately understood and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at!" Yang Ying snapped angrily. "Am I ridiculous?"

Meng Xiaofan said, "Sister Yang, sit down. Don't be so aggressive, okay? Sit down. I want to tell you something, something very important. Are you willing to listen?"

"Go ahead!" Yang Ying plopped down next to Meng Xiaofan.

Meng Xiaofan turned her face. "There's something I have to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Sit across from me. It'll be easier for us to talk then, okay?"

"No!"

“Then I won’t say it. ”

Yang Ying had no choice but to sit opposite Meng Xiaofan, thus maintaining a certain distance.

Meng Xiaofan had asked her to do this because, given Yang Ying’s overly intimate behavior, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the harsh truth. He was also afraid that if he did, Yang Ying would suddenly erupt in anger, grab him, and unleash her fury, leaving him no escape.

Only after Yang Ying’s emotions had calmed down slightly did Meng Xiaofan speak.

“Actually, I don’t like you at all,” Meng Xiaofan calmly said, uttering a sentence that struck Yang Ying like a thunderbolt.

"Sleeping with someone you don't like is incredibly painful, an insult to yourself, and of course, an extremely shameful act. I did all this for Chen Wanjun, do you understand? It's revenge for Chen Wanjun."

If Yang Ying wasn't stunned by Meng Xiaofan's words, she wouldn't be a living person. Yang Ying

was completely dumbfounded. She tried to pick up her teacup for a drink, but couldn't find it.

"I used the same methods on Xia Jufang and Su He because they also severely hurt Chen Wanjun. I can't let them get away with it."

"You, you..." Yang Ying tried to stand up, but her legs gave way and she sat back down.

“I’m cruel, inhumane, immoral, and despicable, aren’t I? The purpose of doing this is to remind you to watch your tongues in the future. Originally, I wanted to continue our game and torture you all to the point of death, but now I don’t want to continue because you are also pitiful, and I can’t bear to do it. The second reason is that I have too many things to do and can’t take care of you.”

“You’re talking nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about!” Yang Ying finally shouted, “I don’t believe it, I absolutely don’t believe it.

[Volume 1] Chapter 69 Am I ridiculous? (2)

Meng Xiaofan laughed again, a cruel laugh: “There is one last reason for me to end this somewhat excessive prank early, that is, I can’t stand this kind of torment. Playing emotional games with women I don’t like is also a kind of torture for me, a great pain.”

Meng Xiaofan stood up, picked up the resignation letter, shook it, and placed it in front of Yang Ying: “I won’t meet with the boss, please hand it over on my behalf.”

Meng Xiaofan turned around and walked out of the office, quickly and decisively dealing with this matter, feeling a sense of relief.

As Meng Xiaofan walked out of the office, he turned back to look at Yang Ying one last time.

Yang Ying's expression had become complicated, but she didn't immediately transform her emotions into hatred and anger. Her gaze towards Meng Xiaofan remained hesitant, mixed with a hint of grief and indignation.

"That was awful!" Yang Ying muttered to herself.

Meng Xiaofan smiled again, gently closed the door, and strode away.

This prank had been making Meng Xiaofan feel disgusted and suffocated, but now it was finally over.

Meng Xiaofan thought that Yang Ying was stunned by his sudden words, and once she realized what was happening, she would definitely give him a good scolding. Thinking of this, he laughed, a very happy laugh.

He could imagine Yang Ying's furious and ugly state.

He didn't need to go to Su He and Xia Jufang to repeat the same thing, because he believed that Yang Ying would do it for him. Meng Xiaofan couldn't help but want to laugh out loud at the thought of the three women jumping up and down and cursing him, but he knew he couldn't. A man laughing so loudly in the street would attract onlookers, and perhaps some busybodies would send him straight to a mental hospital.

But what if he couldn't hold it in? Meng Xiaofan quickly walked away. Walking deeper into the park, he finally let out a loud laugh.

After laughing for a while, his face felt cool, and when he touched it, he found tears.

Meng Xiaofan took out a tissue, carefully wiped away the tears, and strolled up to the artificial hill in the park. He sat down under the pavilion, staring blankly at the tourists below.

As far as the eye could see, the streets were densely packed with cars and people like ants, men and women rushing about, weaving their own stories.

There were as many stories as there were people.

Perhaps many people's stories were even more unbearable to recall than his own.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaofan felt a little relieved.

He had nothing left now; everything was over.

But everything would begin anew.

He first needed to test Ye Xiaozhi, to see just how difficult it was to overcome or break through the barriers Ye Xiaozhi had woven for him in the dark.

He himself didn't understand why he now felt an even stronger urge to think of Ye Xiaozhi; this woman was like a driving force... The refusing witch gripped his heart, preventing him from moving forward.

What right did she have? What right did she have?

Meng Xiaofan pulled out his phone, no longer hesitating, and dialed Fang Xiaoqian's number.

Fang Xiaoqian, the Fang Xiaoqian from elementary school, had never caught his eye. That blond-haired girl had nothing outstanding about her, as thin as Ye Xiaozhi, but lacking Ye Xiaozhi's delicate charm. What Meng Xiaofan remembered was her perpetually timid expression.

Meng Xiaofan never imagined that Fang Xiaoqian, now a young woman, would be so different from how she was as a child.

By middle school, Meng Xiaofan had noticed that the girls were gradually changing, some faster, some slower, but all were changing. He hadn't paid much attention to Fang Xiaoqian's changes, and even in high school, he still didn't notice her much. In college, he couldn't pay attention anymore; Fang Xiaoqian had gone to a local teachers' college. He attended a so-called third-tier university, but he went far away.

After graduating, Fang Xiaoqian taught at a middle school in the city. Meng Xiaofan had virtually no opportunity to communicate with her until that class reunion, when he finally met Fang Xiaoqian, now a married woman.

Twenty-eight-year-old Fang Xiaoqian had rosy lips, white teeth, and a fair complexion. Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered, and her figure was curvaceous and beautiful, with delicate shoulders, a slender neck, long legs, and a shapely bottom—the mature allure of a young married woman was undeniable.

At the class reunion dinner, Fang Xiaoqian gave him flirtatious glances, and he knew she wouldn't reject him.

Sure enough, Fang Xiaoqian told him that she had long harbored feelings for him, but regrettably, he never paid any attention to her.

Meng Xiaofan apologized repeatedly and promised to stay in touch and communicate more.

Meng Xiaofan contacted Fang Xiaoqian, saying he wanted to meet and talk.

Fang Xiaoqian accepted Meng Xiaofan's invitation without hesitation.

[Volume 1] Chapter 70 Let's See the Peach Blossoms Together (1)

After meeting Fang Xiaoqian at the agreed location, Meng Xiaofan said, "There's a wonderful place in the mountains where the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Would you like to come with me to see the peach blossoms?"

Fang Xiaoqian said, "Let's go."

The place where the peach blossoms were in full bloom was discovered by Meng Xiaofan and Ye Xiaozhi when they went up the mountain.

But it wasn't that far away; it was near the mountains.

That time, while sitting on the train with Ye Xiaozhi, Ye Xiaozhi suddenly pushed Meng Xiaofan: "Look!" Following Ye

Xiaozhi's gaze, Meng Xiaofan looked out the window and saw a hillside covered in blooming peach blossoms, an endless expanse of red. The breathtaking beauty was almost overwhelming, and Meng Xiaofan immediately declared he must return.

Unfortunately, they never traveled there together again.

It was very close to the city, less than twenty minutes from where the train had left, and they had just entered the mountains when they saw this spectacular sight.

Therefore, Meng Xiaofan suggested they cycle to find this paradise.

Fang Xiaoqian immediately agreed, and so the two abandoned the train and car, each riding a bicycle into the mountains.

A road ran alongside the railway leading into the mountains... Keep going along this road, and you'll surely find that sacred place.

Sure enough, after less than an hour of cycling, the two of them could already smell the fragrance of peach blossoms. On the nearby hillsides, there were already scattered patches of pink and tender green. Rounding another bend, their eyes were suddenly drawn to a breathtaking sight: a slope bursting with peach blossoms like a rosy mist at dawn, an endless expanse of pink, a truly magnificent sight, stretching from the foot of the mountain to its summit.

This magnificent scenery is easily captivating. From afar, it is majestic, like a vast sea of waves, or like an endless band of rouge clouds descending to earth. Up close, every branch is laden with blossoms, like countless strings of pink beads swaying in the wind, exceptionally beautiful, like the upturned faces of countless young girls, inspiring contemplation.

Meng Xiaofan and Fang Xiaoqian abandoned their bicycles and ventured deep into the peach orchard.

"It's so beautiful, almost unbearably beautiful!" Fang Xiaoqian exclaimed, running around in the orchard. "I never knew there was such a wonderful place so close to us!"

"You'll find out later," Meng Xiaofan said, following her and letting her lead the way.

"Let's come here every year around this time, okay?"

"Okay," Meng Xiaofan replied. "We'll come again." Meng

Xiaofan and Fang Xiaoqian had been strolling through the peach grove for quite some time, reaching the top of the hill. They continued along a winding path, only to discover a wondrous sight. The path

suddenly ended, revealing a sheer cliff. Meng Xiaofan, holding Fang Xiaoqian's hand, carefully made their way to the edge and peered down. There they saw a large pool, as big as half a football field.

The two walked around the cliff and descended to the pool's edge, staring in awe at the breathtaking view.

How could nature create such a beauty! A pool of emerald water stretched before them, and when the wind blew, the azure surface rippled gently, like… Whispers filled the air. Blue skies and white clouds floated on the water, and a peach tree in full bloom overhead was reflected in the water—a truly enchanting scene!

When they finally grew tired of standing, Meng Xiaofan pulled Fang Xiaoqian's hand and sat down.

It wasn't yet the season for lush grass, otherwise it would have been even more beautiful.

The grassy bank was surprisingly flat, but the grass was winter-hardy thatch, dry and soft, very comfortable to sit on.

But Fang Xiaoqian urged Meng Xiaofan to get up, took out a sheet she had prepared beforehand from her travel bag, spread it out on the grass, and then let Meng Xiaofan sit down.

Women are always so thoughtful; this reminded Meng Xiaofan of Ye Xiaozhi.

"Back then, how come I didn't notice you?" Meng Xiaofan said.

"When?" Fang Xiaoqian asked.

"When we were in elementary school, I remember you sat in front of me, in the third row, right?"

"Yes. Back then, you didn't even notice me. Because, back then, I thought I was a very, very ugly duckling, how could you have noticed me?"

Meng Xiaofan laughed, "I never thought the ugly duckling would turn into such a beautiful swan! "

"Back then," Fang Xiaoqian gazed at Meng Xiaofan, "how should I put it, back then I really liked you. If you looked at me, or even just said a word to me, my heart would tremble—it really would. Back then, I longed to grow up, hoping I'd become beautiful so you'd look at me more."

Meng Xiaofan was a little touched. Back then, he was just a little kid; what had he done to deserve such a strong crush from a girl?

"I can't compare to Ye Xiaozhi, let alone Ma Danxia, Liu Bayi, or even the dark-skinned Wang Ding, so I feel very inferior. Why would I think like this?"

[Volume 1] Chapter 70 Let's Watch the Peach Blossoms Together (2)

"Later, as I grew up, I still couldn't get you to look at me, and I felt a little desperate. If I were to grow up to be beautiful, who would I look at? But from other people's eyes, I knew that I was getting more and more beautiful, but suddenly you disappeared. You went to university outside, and when you came back, we were so close, but I didn't have the courage to go to you until Yi Xiaolin organized this class reunion."

"You've always had me in your heart?"

"Yes."

Meng Xiaofan felt a little pain in his heart, grabbed Fang Xiaoqian's hand, and pulled it to himself.

"Life goes on, but in one's life, one must love at least once, so that there will be no regrets when returning to nature."

Fang Xiaoqian's eyes were sparkling.

Meng Xiaofan hugged her tightly and held her for a long time.

The two of them hugged each other, resting their heads on each other's shoulders and looking at the peach blossoms near and far.

This place was very quiet, and no one would disturb them. Meng Xiaofan thought that if he could, he and Fang Xiaoqian would sit here forever, watching the peach blossoms and the still, shimmering water of the pond. When they got tired, they would lie down, embrace, and talk face to face, or simply gaze at each other in silence.

Meng Xiaofan kissed the tip of Fang Xiaoqian's hair, and she immediately felt it, offering her lips and slowly lowering her eyelids.

But Meng Xiaofan didn't want to rush into that irresistible state too quickly; he wanted to slowly savor her, to enjoy this woman who always held him in her heart. He gently kissed Fang Xiaoqian's earlobe, feeling her flinch slightly.

Fang Xiaoqian's earlobe, a vibrant red in the sunlight, revealed the hidden capillaries within. Meng Xiaofan kissed it repeatedly, then greedily and decisively took her earlobe into his mouth, feeling her body immediately soften. When he kissed her cheek and finally placed his kiss on her lips, Fang Xiaoqian could no longer hold back. Her breathing became rapid, and her body trembled.

He carefully laid Fang Xiaoqian down on the grass, kissed her neck for a long time, and then began to unbutton her blouse.

"Are you cold?"

"No."

It was the season when peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the temperature was still quite low. Fortunately, the sun was shining brightly, warming her skin, but Meng Xiaofan was still worried that Fang Xiaoqian would get cold.

"I'm not cold, I can't feel cold," Fang Xiaoqian said again.

Meng Xiaofan then unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, revealing thermal underwear underneath. Fang Xiaoqian pushed Meng Xiaofan's hand away, sat up, and took off her blouse and thermal underwear. Her two small, mound-like breasts seemed about to burst through the thin layer of underwear. Even

when she was dressed, Meng Xiaofan could see that Fang Xiaoqian's breasts were full and plump, but he hadn't expected them to be so beautiful and large, exceeding his expectations. A woman who had given birth had maintained her breasts so well; they were round and showed no signs of sagging, remaining firm and elastic. Meng Xiaofan was dizzy with admiration, holding one breast in each hand, and then, unable to resist, buried his head in her deep cleavage.

Fang Xiaoqian's abdomen, too, hadn't changed shape from childbirth; it was fair, smooth, and flat like a young girl's.

The mountain breeze was gentle and intermittent. When it blew, the peach grove responded softly, and the peach blossoms, long hanging on the branches, scattered their petals. The petals drifted down, landing on Fang Xiaoqian's jade-like skin, the red and white hues adding even more beauty to her already stunning body like a paintbrush.

Meng Xiaofan gathered the petals that had fallen on Fang Xiaoqian, arranging them into a plum blossom shape on her navel. Then, using more petals, he created an even larger plum blossom shape around it, kissing them and continuing his kisses downwards until Fang Xiaoqian let out a soft moan and involuntarily began to sing. Only then did he lift her legs and straddle her body.

Until he entered Fang Xiaoqian's body, Meng Xiaofan's sensations were exquisite. This feeling was completely different from his experiences with Yang Ying and Su He in bed.

The most important reason was that Fang Xiaoqian could be compared to Ye Xiaozhi.

He thought that the woman beneath him was Ye Xiaozhi.

Fang Xiaoqian's singing also greatly pleased Meng Xiaofan; it wasn't vulgar or barbaric at all, but rather smooth and melodious like flowing water. His movements were also naturally in harmony with the surrounding environment, gentle yet measured, without forceful thrusts.

The two entangled together for a very long time.

Only when they both reached the peak of pleasure simultaneously did Meng Xiaofan reluctantly fall from Fang Xiaoqian's body.

"Xian

Fang Xiaoqian said.

【Volume 1】 Chapter 71 Think carefully about who I am (1)

Meng Xiaofan already had his own plan.

After choosing a location, he opened a real estate transaction consulting company on the street.

Meng Xiaofan had a natural talent for business.

Even as a child, when he was just starting elementary school, he loved to spend his Sundays wandering around the market, investing his pocket money to earn money for his family. Fish were cheaper at the east market, so he would buy some and sell it at the west market, then go back to buy another fish and sell that too.

Because he didn't have enough money to run the business, he had to make several trips, and by midday, he had earned enough to buy a fish more than enough.

At home, they often ate fish for free. Meng Xiaofan's father, Meng Huoguang, was so happy he spanked his son, saying, "Damn, my brat has this skill! He'll definitely be something special in the future!"

Meng Xiaofan himself also enjoyed this kind of money-making game.

He understood the principle of money very early on: its uses.

Money is used for two things: spending and making money.

Meng Xiaofan liked spending money, but he liked making money even more.

He had long been eyeing the real estate market and had been secretly preparing for it. So, after his company was established, thanks to thorough preparation, it entered a profitable phase without any setbacks.

His first business deal, according to him, was a "raw cut" rather than the conventional one.

A raw cut is... The term he coined refers to a situation where there are only sellers and no buyers; he would act

decisively when he saw an opportunity, a risky but potentially lucrative strategy. At the beginning of the housing price surge, he had already sensed the business opportunity like a dog, but at that time he could only do business sporadically a few times a year, lacking capital and only able to engage in small-scale trading. He would buy a unit for 30,000 yuan and sell it for 50,000 yuan a few months later, thus accumulating some initial capital. Later, as housing prices soared, he was still sitting in his state-owned company office drinking tea, still only able to conduct small-scale business in secret. For example, if information about a property for sale reached his ears, he would act immediately. Once he had accumulated a certain amount of capital, Meng Xiaofan began acquiring villas, selling them for a profit of 200,000 to 300,000 yuan each, and continuing to save money.

No one knew about these subtle moves by Meng Xiaofan, not even Liu Sisi.

By the time his company opened, Meng Xiaofan had several million yuan at his disposal.

He had his eye on a villa complex built against a mountain, a group of five villas.

Even after emptying his pockets, it wasn't enough, so Meng Xiaofan had to borrow, including from Fang Xiaoqian. He didn't let any of his classmates or friends go unnoticed, finally raising enough money to buy the houses. He swiftly and decisively acquired the five villas.

Meng Xiaofan only needed two months... He sold five villas, earning nearly two million.

At this time, the company was still run by him alone, and they were renting ordinary street-front properties.

After the first deal, Meng Xiaofan moved the company into the luxurious Jinding Building and began recruiting.

He attended several job fairs but didn't find suitable employees. However, on his last visit, he finally found one: Huang Feng and Bai Xiaoning, the young couple who had faced a life-or-death ordeal in **.

This pair of bickering lovers were both recent graduates from the city's university of science and technology, and both wanted to work for Meng Xiaofan. But Meng Xiaofan told them that he could only hire one of them.

"Why?" Bai Xiaoning asked.

"Isn't that simple? If you two lovebirds have a fight and refuse to come out of bed, I'll suddenly be short two people. One slip-up and it's two people gone!"

Yes, it couldn't be simpler!

Huang Feng said, "Then between the two of us, who do you choose?"

"I'll choose you! "

Bai Xiaoning pouted her cherry lips.

“Pouting won’t help,” Meng Xiaofan said. “When my company develops and has more departments, I’ll hire you. For now, you can find another company to work for.”

Meng Xiaofan’s company had its first employee.

The second was Gu Xiaowen.

Gu Xiaowen was introduced by Huang Feng, and Su Qi also came at the same time. Meng Xiaofan dismissed Su Qi and kept Gu Xiaowen for the same reason.

Meng Xiaofan planned to recruit ten employees, but he couldn’t let Huang Feng and Gu Xiaowen introduce them again, nor could he find resources through classmates and friends, for fear that they would be difficult to manage.

Sometimes a thing seems difficult, but once you start, it’s not difficult at all.

With two employees under his command, Meng Xiaofan attended another job fair and surprisingly, several people caught his eye. He attended another job fair, and that was enough. He had ten employees, four men and six women, mostly ordinary college graduates, and even two high school graduates.

[Volume 1] Chapter 71 Think carefully about who I am (2)

His company does not need high-level talents at present. It would be a waste to bring them under his wing, and he could not afford to support them.

Regardless, his company quickly took shape, and work progressed smoothly. He established specific profit targets and achieved good results.

Meng Xiaofan primarily dealt in secondhand homes, but also handled new homes, albeit in small quantities, only acting decisively when he was confident in his abilities.

His basic approach to secondhand home transactions was to first accumulate extensive information, prioritizing buyers. Once a buyer was identified, he would quickly acquire the property and resell it immediately, securing a profit. When he encountered a new home with a suitable price, good location, and high potential, Meng Xiaofan would unhesitatingly purchase several units at once, but he never held onto them for too long. He would buy as soon as there was a small profit and then resell. After

a year of successful operation, Meng Xiaofan had accumulated a considerable amount of money.

He knew this business wouldn't last long, so he worked tirelessly, determined to make the most of his limited time.

Sure enough, news of real estate market regulations arrived a year later.

Meng Xiaofan knew he had at least another year to spare. He knew that a major campaign, from planning to execution, wasn't so simple; there was a buffer period in between. He needed to seize this time difference to continue expanding his wealth. As for the next step, he already had a clear plan in mind.

Because everything was back to normal, everything was procedural, so Meng Xiaofan wasn't too harsh on himself. He spent a lot of time enjoying life, inviting friends to eat, drink, and have fun. He frequented all the high-end entertainment venues, but there was one thing Meng Xiaofan could control: he absolutely wouldn't engage in sexual games with women of questionable character. Even when he went to such places for social reasons, he remained extremely calm and restrained, not letting himself be blinded by temptations.

But this didn't mean he had become a saint, completely unmoved by temptations. Since he had decided to indulge himself, Meng Xiaofan's life was no longer as disciplined as before. Rich men don't lack women, and Meng Xiaofan's nightlife was colorful and sexually vibrant, but after each new and exciting experience, he immediately felt an inescapable emptiness, a hollow pain in his heart.

At these moments, Ye Xiaozhi would always emerge from the hidden corner of his heart, gazing at him with a melancholy look until he felt utterly ashamed, before vanishing in an instant like a wisp of smoke.

Undeniably, the more he deliberately indulged himself, the more he felt Ye Xiaozhi's presence.

Ye Xiaozhi brought him pain, boundless pain.

Meng Xiaofan experienced both pain and pleasure.

Then he encountered someone.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, at a crossroads, Meng Xiaofan saw a strikingly beautiful girl watching him. He felt she looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where he had met her before.

As he racked his brains, the girl skipped over to him, brazenly circling him like he was a monkey escaped from a zoo. After looking him up and down for a while, she stopped in front of him and suddenly, excitedly, punched him.

"Do you... remember me?" The girl tilted her head and stared at his face.

Meng Xiaofan rubbed his chest, which was a little sore from the girl's punch, thinking, "What a silly girl! What a waste of such a handsome face!" So he didn't even bother to answer her.

"Are you stupid? Don't remember me? Think carefully about who I am."

Meng Xiaofan turned to leave; he wasn't interested in girls with this kind of personality.

But the girl jumped and blocked his way.

"Really don't remember me? Am I really that unworthy of your remembrance?"

The girl stomped her foot, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears, because she felt wronged and insulted by Meng Xiaofan's indifference.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember. We don't seem to have met before."

The girl's expression changed rapidly, and the tears in her eyes aroused Meng Xiaofan's instinct to cherish her, but he really couldn't remember who she was.

"That time, you treated me to coffee...we talked a lot. You even said that if I couldn't find a suitable job after graduation, I should come to you."

Meng Xiaofan smiled.

So it was her!

[Volume 1] Chapter 72 Don't Pretend to Be Sick (1)

Meng Xiaofan finally remembered that the girl he had met in front of him was the little girl named Zhu Yilin whom he had met in Phoenix Mountain Park.

"I've wanted to find you for a long time. I lost your phone number, so I had nowhere to find you. I didn't expect to run into you in broad daylight!" Zhu Yilin chattered, her two lips painted with lipstick were bright and full.

"Am I a ghost?" Meng Xiaofan exclaimed, "What do you want from me?"

"Didn't you tell me to come to you? You said that if I didn't get into university, or if I couldn't find a job after graduating from university, I should come to you. " "

Did I say that?"

"How can you be like this? "

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember, I'm not going to lie to you."

"Well, now that I've found you, are you going to admit it or not?"

"Admit what?"

"My job! You owe me a job, trying to renege? By the way, are you a boss now? If you are, I'll stick to you, you can't get rid of me!"

Meng Xiaofan was both amused and exasperated by this sudden little girl, and what was even more absurd was that Zhu Yilin grabbed him and dragged him away.

"Where are you dragging me?"

"To have coffee! How can you bear to talk to me like this, in this crowded place, with exhaust fumes and dust? Have some dignity, brother!"

Meng Xiaofan was a little dazed, and was dragged into a coffee shop by Zhu Yilin.

Zhu Yilin invited Meng Xiaofan to sit down, ordered a sweetened coffee and some snacks, and then asked him, "What else would you like?"

Meng Xiaofan asked her, "Are you treating or am I treating?" "

Zhu Yilin replied without hesitation, "I'll treat you, you pay. Honestly, isn't that how it's always like this now? Why ask?"

The two drank coffee and ate snacks, talking as they went.

Actually, it was mostly Zhu Yilin talking while Meng Xiaofan listened.

After sitting for a while, Meng Xiaofan roughly understood Zhu Yilin's situation. After graduating from university, Zhu Yilin, like him, returned to the city where she was born and raised. She had tried two or three jobs but was dissatisfied, and now she was unemployed at home, with little money in her pocket, but she loved shopping. Whenever she met someone, she would pester them to treat her to a big meal or coffee.

"You're lucky. A classmate just dragged me to a restaurant to fill my stomach, so you're only treating me to coffee."

Meng Xiaofan laughed; this little girl was truly an amusing darling.

"Hey, I'm serious, are you a boss now?"

"Yes."

"Really? That's great, make it a promise."

"Make it a promise?"

"Didn't you say that once you became a boss, you'd make me work for you?" "I'm easy to please. If you please me, I'll definitely give it my all, dedicating all the knowledge I've gained over the past decade, and I guarantee unwavering loyalty. Tell me quickly, do you want me?"

Zhu Yilin's red lips moved swiftly, surprisingly making Meng Xiaofan somewhat tempted.

Zhu Yilin's personality was very straightforward, so much so that every word seemed to spring directly from her heart, leaving no reason for anyone to be wary of her. Meng Xiaofan was already seriously considering whether to have her work at his company.

"My current company is too small to accommodate a genius like you," Meng Xiaofan looked at Zhu Yilin, "I'm afraid you'd be wasting your talent."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Zhu Yilin said. "It's common for a small temple to have a big deity. Who told me I like you? Remember, I liked you a little when I first saw you years ago, otherwise would I have kept you in my heart? So many people come and go in my heart, but I can only remember a few."

Meng Xiaofan was already convinced that if Zhu Yilin was trained properly, she would be a capable person and could become his confidante, so he readily said, "Then eat and drink quickly, and then I'll take you to the company, and we'll have a good talk."

Zhu Yilin stuffed a small pastry into her mouth: "Let's go!"

Meng Xiaofan was pulled up by Zhu Yilin and they left, took a taxi to the Jinding Building, and went up to the eighteenth floor in the elevator.

Meng Xiaofan's company occupied five rooms in the Jinding Office Building. While not extravagantly decorated, each office was far from shabby. The employees, all in uniform, were handsome men and beautiful women—a striking sight in itself. Every employee, from their smiles to their demeanor, exuded professionalism. Therefore, any customer entering the building dared not underestimate this small but powerful company.

Zhu Yilin, with her hands behind her back, led Meng Xiaofan through each office. The employees greeted Meng Xiaofan with "Good morning, Boss!"

But upon seeing Zhu Yilin beside him, their expressions became more complex, their smiles now carrying a hint of ambiguity and suspicion. 04-07
[Volume 1] Chapter 77 Giving You a Peach Blossom Spring (2)

It was originally a flat and neat field in the mountains, about three or five acres in size. It had been turned into a small parking lot in a proper way, all paved with stone slabs and decorated with lawns. If you raise your eyes a little, you can see small houses hidden in the mountain stream and forest. The color of the houses is consistent with the mountain rocks and trees. If you don't look carefully, you really won't notice them.

Meng Xiaofan parked the car in the parking lot and led Ye Xiaozhi inside.

As far as the eye could see, there was a faint milky white gas rising. Ye Xiaozhi didn't care. She thought it was just flowing clouds. When she got closer, she found that it was a pool as big as a basketball court. The pool was rippling with blue waves but steaming. There were stone tables and benches and other rest facilities around the pool. There was a small house with a rather unique design next to it.

"When we come back later, you can take a hot spring bath." "Meng Xiaofan said, looking at Ye Xiaozhi's open but unable to close her mouth.

Only then did Meng Xiaofan take Ye Xiaozhi's hand, leading her across a delicate little bridge, and continuing along the cobblestone path. After walking for a few more minutes, they arrived at a strangely shaped little house.

"This is it,"

Meng Xiaofan said, stepping forward to get the key to open the door, and pulling the dumbfounded Ye Xiaozhi inside.

The house was fully equipped with all the amenities of a home; you could even make tea by turning on the water heater.

"Whose house is this?" Ye Xiaozhi asked.

"Your house."

"My house?"

"This was originally a home I prepared for myself. At that time, I no longer hoped for your forgiveness, but I also didn't intend to find another woman to keep me company here. I lived alone, a kind of punishment for myself with loneliness. And I thought, besides you, no one else deserved to live in a house like this, to enjoy everything here." "

You're just saying nice things!" Ye Xiaozhi said.

"I'm not lying, believe it or not."

Meng Xiaofan smiled and poured a cup of tea for Ye Xiaozhi. "This place has been prepared for a long time. I bought the right to use this mountain for thirty years. See those little houses in the woods? They can be used for people to come here for relaxation and rejuvenation. You can pick the fruits all over the mountain, and after playing, you can soak in a hot spring. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes... but what about after thirty years?" Ye Xiaozhi blinked. "Go back to the city?"

"No, we won't. After thirty years, we can renew the contract. You're silly!"

Ye Xiaozhi laughed.

This was the first time Ye Xiaozhi had laughed happily since her mother's death. Ye Xiaozhi's laughter instantly pulled Meng Xiaofan's memories back to the distant past. Ye Xiaozhi's laughter was still so bright; following that laughter, one could enter her heart! Meng Xiaofan couldn't help but pull Ye Xiaozhi into his arms and hug her tightly.

"I've been waiting for you," Meng Xiaofan said.

"Me too," Ye Xiaozhi's eyes sparkled.

"Are you going back?" Meng Xiaofan asked.

"Yes," Ye Xiaozhi replied.

"Why?"

"I have to give them an explanation for the work I'm doing!"

"I have to go back. I'll wait for you here."

Meng Xiaofan wanted to tell Ye Xiaozhi that the company was doing alright now, but if it really didn't work out, he would switch to something else. He couldn't let those who had contributed to the company down. So he thought that in the future, he would hand over the company to them to run, leave the family business to Zhu Yilin, and focus on loving Ye Xiaozhi in this paradise.

After thinking about it, he didn't say anything to Ye Xiaozhi.

He just tentatively said, "My mother and your father, shall we give them our blessing?"

"I agree," Ye Xiaozhi thought for a moment and said, "Let's move them here too. Their love has been painful, I understand."

This was something Meng Xiaofan hadn't expected; he hadn't expected Ye Xiaozhi to be so understanding. He picked her up and let her lie in his arms, walking around the room before reluctant to put her down. Looking at Ye Xiaozhi's red lips, his heart fluttered.

Meng Xiaofan slowly lowered his head and captured Ye Xiaozhi's lips in his mouth, unwilling to let go. (The following

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"My cousin's white bra.

Across from my house lives a young couple who have been married for just over a year. A little over a month into their marriage, the wife became pregnant. The couple is quite kind and friendly, always smiling and nodding to acquaintances in the neighborhood. They rarely argue and can be considered a loving couple. The wife's name is Zhu Jinhua, and to be closer, I call her Sister Jinhua when we meet. She is beautiful, with brown curly hair, and her dimples are charming and captivating when she laughs; her small, cherry-like mouth and soft, melodious voice are enchanting. After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a daughter a month ago. Her husband is not very satisfied because he hoped for a boy as their first child, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. He hasn't been looking too happy lately because of this, and the neighbors all advise him that boys and girls are the same!") If he really wanted a boy, he could just have another one. He had no choice but to accept everyone's goodwill and stop blaming his wife.

Because of this, Jinhua secretly shed tears a few times, because sometimes when I saw her, her eyes were always red! Just after the baby's one-month celebration, her husband received a notice for reserve military training. Since he was a retired special forces sergeant, he would be away for ten days, and the training location was in another county, so he had to leave home to participate in the exercise. Today, I rode my bike home from school and passed by her house. I glimpsed Jinhua peacefully leaning against the sofa in the living room, holding her baby and lovingly breastfeeding. Looking at her from the side, I saw that her full breasts had her right nipple in her daughter's mouth, while her left nipple was swollen and being nervously stroked by her hand, two blushing clouds rising on her delicate cheeks. I'd heard people say that when a woman breastfeeds, the baby's sucking causes uterine contractions, which increases sexual pleasure. So, without contraception, women often give birth one after another. After the postpartum period, they're often unable to have sex from the seventh month of pregnancy for fear of harming the fetus. Also, the return of menstruation after childbirth causes a surge in progesterone, and combined with increased libido, it's easy to conceive again. Thinking of this, I was suddenly overcome with lust. I knew Jinhua's husband had been called away for ten days of training, and she'd only just given birth. Her vagina hadn't been satisfied for four or five months; she must be incredibly lonely. Why not test her reaction? If I'm lucky, I might even get to sleep with this delicate and alluring new mother! Thinking it, I did it. I parked my bicycle, pretended to visit her, and barged in. As soon as I entered, Sister Jinhua saw me and shyly tugged at her blouse to cover her full breasts. However, her breasts were swollen with milk and difficult to insert. With this squeeze, milk dripped down her nipple, soaking her thin blouse. Her little girl, probably not yet full, started crying again. Sister Jinhua, having no other choice, lifted her blouse again, gently rubbed her nipple, supported one breast, and placed the bright red nipple into the baby girl's mouth. Holding the little girl, her pretty face radiated maternal love. I sat beside her, my eyes fixed on the breast she was nursing. After a month of rest and recuperation following childbirth, Sister Jinhua looked particularly plump and charming, her skin smooth and delicate, almost translucent. At this moment, her face was flushed, her eyes were full of affection, and her dimples were faintly visible, making her even more alluring. Jin Hua, perhaps feeling a tingling sensation from the baby's suckling, reached into her bra, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and brought out her other breast, which was then shyly and alluringly glancing at me. I seized the opportunity and moved closer to her without hesitation, gently taking Jin Hua's fair and delicate hand in mine. I mustered my courage and said, "Jin Hua...you're so beautiful!"

She looked at me tenderly and affectionately, giving me a shy smile.

As I spoke, I gently kissed her delicate hand, starting from her palm, then the back of her hand, her elbow, licking along with the tip of my tongue. Jin Hua trembled with a ticklish sensation and murmured, "Ah...it tickles...it's so ticklish..." I kissed her ear, whispering sweetly, "Jin Hua, do you know, you have a kind of ethereal beauty? The first time I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you..." My soft words were like a hypnotic whisper. Jin Hua had been neglected lately because she had given birth to a daughter and hadn't received her husband's favor. She hadn't enjoyed the pleasures of sex for several months, and her heart was filled with loneliness. I took advantage of this vulnerability. I continued, "Your beauty is ethereal and otherworldly...ah! It's truly captivating."

Jin Hua replied, "Hmm! I don't believe you! You're just trying to make me happy." Her soft voice brushed against my ear, making me even more restless.

I hurriedly protested, "No, Sister Jinhua, I'm absolutely sincere. You're so beautiful! So beautiful it makes my heart flutter." As I spoke, I reached out and embraced her slender waist, then gently nibbled at her ear. Sister Jinhua was almost instantly captivated by my tenderness. My hand also caressed her other breast that wasn't being suckled, and I began to gently knead it. In her dazed state, she didn't struggle at all, nor did she show any sign of resistance. At this moment, milk flowed out again because of my caresses, wetting the back of my hand. I buried my head against her chest, and Sister Jinhua, like a little mother, put her bright red nipple into my mouth. Her delicate hands also wrapped around my shoulders, stroking my hair, letting me cup her full breasts in my hands, and suckle her breasts together with her little daughter. I greedily sucked, a stream of nectar filling my mouth, warm, slightly fishy, sweet, I gulped down a large mouthful, squeezing her breasts with my hands to make them flow out more milk.

Sister Jinhua whimpered softly, "Alright... Brother Long... don't suck anymore... you've finished... my daughter will be hungry later... and then... she won't have any more to suckle..."

I saw her eyes were closed, as if waiting for something, I guess I had aroused her. I released her breasts and explored downwards along the base of her nipples. Ah! So smooth, milk dripped onto her navel, her fair skin even more slippery. Sister Jinhua's breathing quickened, her chest heaving. Her little daughter silently suckled, ignoring my caresses and lewdness towards her mother. I lifted Sister Jinhua's skirt and reached down to touch her inner thigh. Wow! Her small silk panties were completely soaked.

Sister Jinhua blushed and said, "Brother Long!" "...You...you're so naughty..."

I thought to myself with secret smugness, my fingers sliding slowly between her slippery, wet labia, gently teasing them. Her postpartum vulva was even tighter, and having been deflowered for so long, it was like a virgin's newly deflowered vulva, incredibly tight. Jin Hua was completely limp, melted by her rising desire, my sweet words, and my seductive tactics. At this moment, her little daughter, having had her fill, was fast asleep, unaware that I was about to have a passionate lovemaking session with her mother! I lifted Jin Hua's waist, hooked my left hand around her vulva, hooked her buttocks, and lifted them up, carrying them to the bedroom. Inside, I placed them both on the bed, gently holding the baby girl and placing her in the stroller to let her sleep peacefully. Then I turned and gently embraced Jin Hua, kissing her.

Beside the bed, a large floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected a scene of tender affection and passionate adultery. I carefully laid Jinhua's soft body down on the bed and began to undress her. She was already blinded by lust and obediently let me strip her naked. Her body was beautiful without clothes; her skin was a delicate, rosy white, her thighs firm and shapely, her breasts, full and plump from breastfeeding, with a drop of clear milk still dripping from each nipple; her curves were graceful and smooth; her lower abdomen was covered with a large patch of short pubic hair, recently shaved after childbirth, and her vulva was dripping wet. Jinhua lay on the pink sheets with her eyes closed, highlighting her delicate face, her red lips slightly parted, her large breasts heaving, her whole body burning hot. I gazed at her alluring posture, gently pulling on her bright red nipple and pressing it down. Jinhua twisted slightly, moaning softly, the moans growing louder and louder, until finally she couldn't help but let out a seductive cry: "Mmm!" "...Oh...Brother Long...you...don't...suck anymore...my...little hole...it hurts so much...ah...I want you...I want you...quickly...quickly insert it into me...my little hole...it's so itchy...it's killing me...don't...suck anymore..." She raised her buttocks high, thrusting and moaning thirstily: "Come...come on...my little hole is so itchy...it's killing me...please...please...Brother Long...I can't take it anymore...please...quickly...quickly insert it into me..." I quickly removed all my clothes, pressed down on her body again, grasped my big cock and aimed it at her opening, using the wetness of her juices to insert it into her vagina. Sister Jinhua seemed to be unable to bear it and cried out: "Oh...Brother Long...your...cock...is too big...I...it hurts a little...ah...ah..." I said gently to her: "Sister Jinhua, don't worry, I'll take it slowly, my beauty, just bear with it a little longer, you'll get used to it." So I swung my big cock, slowly pulling it out and then slowly pushing it back in. Sister Jinhua lay limply beneath me, moaning softly. She cried out in satisfaction, "Beautiful...so good...Brother Long...Sister's...dear husband...only...only...you...can...satisfy...sister...so...full...so...satisfied...big cock...brother...you...are...plucking...me...so...so good..." I lifted my buttocks, pulled out two-thirds of my big cock, and then thrust it back in with a powerful thud. Jin Hua continued moaning, "Good...good...mmm...mmm...so beautiful...oh...my little hole...so beautiful...Dragon brother...you...are doing it so well...it feels so good...never...never...beautiful...sister...wants...want you...to...harder...thrust me...yes...harder...mmm...darling...sister...want...to...feel so good...to die...little lover...thrust...thrust...thrust into sister...again...again...I'm going to die...mmm...sister's little...little hole...so good...so good...mmm...oh...oh..." I heard Jin Hua's captivating moans as she thrust her large penis into me, pumping and pounding. The sounds of her vaginal muscles, "plop! plop!" echoed louder and more urgently in the bedroom. To match the thrusting of her large penis, Jin Hua raised her large buttocks high, swaying, thumping, and rocking! Twisting her waist, she fought back with all her might, moaning, "So beautiful... harder... good... little brother... oh... it feels so good... so good... I'm dying... um... my heart... is about to... jump out... it's so good... deeper... reaching... to... my... uterus... my little hole... can't take it anymore... sister... almost... almost cum... your big cock... you really know how to... thrust... ah... so... comfortable... so... beautiful... almost... ascending... to... heaven... ah... cum... cumming... oh... oh..." Suddenly, the walls of Jin Hua's uterus contracted, and at the very moment she was about to reach orgasm, her two full, red labia gripped my throbbing cock tightly, and thick, hot vaginal fluid gushed out. The battle paused for a while because of Jin Hua's cumming. I quietly lay on her delicate body, guarding my essence, calming my mind and focusing my energy. Seeing that her breathing had become more even, I resumed my assault with my big cock. He twisted his waist and lifted his hips, pulling his large penis out to her vaginal opening. With a slump, he thrust it back into her vagina, fucking her again and again, fucking her hard and thrusting deeply, arousing Jin Hua's lust once more. She gradually began to moan and groan again, crying out: "Ah... my love brother... you're... inserting... inserting... sister... feels so good... so happy... I'm dying... ah... faster... faster... harder... you... fuck me to death... okay... oh... so comfortable... sister... is so satisfied... you... are... sister's... true husband... making... sister... know... the... pleasure of being... a... woman... um... big... big cock... brother... sister... sister... loves you... ah... um... um... um..." As I thrust in and out, I said: "Sister Jinhua... why are you... so... slutty today..." Her big buttocks moved up and down, her slender waist rotated left and right; my big cock, in and out, pulled her two red and tender labia inside out, squeezed in and squeezed out, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden. I held Sister Jinhua's big, fat breasts in my hands and sucked on them with my mouth. She shook her head wildly and said lewdly, "I...I hate you...Sister...you...made me...so...so uncomfortable...I can't not be...dear little brother...you...harder...thrust...sister...so happy...uh-huh...thrust...sister to death...fuck...sister to death...I won't blame you...uh-huh...so beautiful...so beautiful...ah...ah...ah...sister...is going to...lose...again...oh my god...I can't take it anymore...again...again...ah...ah..." Women usually lose ejaculation slower than men, but once she reaches orgasm, she will ejaculate repeatedly. Sister Jinhua lost ejaculation again and again, shivering several times. I thrust violently without regard for anything else,

suddenly thrusting hard, lying on her jade body, a stream of hot semen rushed into her cervix. The heat made her moan again: "Ah... dear brother... it's so beautiful... so beautiful... sister... I'm... sister... sister... so comfortable... oh... oh... um..." After we ejaculated, we quietly hugged each other and rested.

It wasn't until the baby's cries woke Jinhua that she quickly held her little daughter to her chest, letting her suckle until she calmed down.

I also joined in, suckling at the other nipple. Jinhua lovingly breastfed our two babies, recalling the wonderful sensations of our earlier passion. In the following days, I spent all my free time with Jinhua, making love until she cried out in pleasure, regretting that she had married too early and missed the chance to marry me. We pursued endless physical pleasure in this intimate way, seeking gratification, and endured the ten days her husband was away for training, until his return made it impossible for us to openly commit adultery. Afterwards, Jinhua still frequently used her husband's absences to arrange secret rendezvous with me, sharing the pleasures of lovemaking and enjoying the thrill of our affair. One Sunday, I returned home from playing ball at school, the sun already setting and the sky beginning to darken.

When I arrived, I happened to run into my cousin and his newlywed wife, who were visiting us.

My sister-in-law's name is Ding Qiongxiu. Young and beautiful, she was dressed in the latest fashions, her breasts were high and full, her demeanor elegant and noble, her face cold and alluring, making her almost unapproachable. She was very beautiful, but there was something about her that made people hesitant to approach her. I really don't know how my cousin managed to win her over. We chatted for a while, inquiring about my uncle's family situation, and then listening to my cousin's explanation to my mother. We learned that it was a marriage of equals, arranged by both families due to business dealings—essentially a political marriage. No wonder the couple seemed to lack the loving atmosphere of newlyweds. My cousin came to discuss business. It was fine for a grown man like him to stay in a hotel, but it was a bit inconvenient for my cousin's wife, a young woman, to stay in a hotel frequented by strangers. Therefore, my cousin brought her to stay at our house for a few days so he could go out on his business without worry, while my cousin's wife could explore Taichung and enjoy the sights and attractions in central Taiwan. My mother promised to take my cousin's wife out for a walk when she had time, and only then did my cousin feel relieved enough to say goodbye and go to meet with an important foreign client, leaving his wife at our house to be looked after. After dinner, we all watched TV together. Later, my mother and the others got tired and went to their rooms to sleep. I looked at the clock on the wall; it was only a little past nine, so I sat with my cousin's wife in the living room to continue watching TV. I secretly watched my cousin's wife, seeing her eyes glued to the screen. From the side, she had a charming and alluring look, and my heart fluttered with desire. I moved closer to her and said, "Sister-in-law! You look so beautiful! So captivating..." As I spoke, I suddenly leaned in and secretly kissed her cheek. My cousin's wife's face instantly turned bright red, her head lowered slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes, finally spilling down her cheeks. I gently wiped away her tears, feeling a little sorry for her, and said, "Sister-in-law! I... I didn't mean to, please don't be angry!" She then burst into tears, sobbing, "You...you...what are you doing? This...how...improper! You must understand, I am...your cousin's...wife, you...can't...kiss...me like this!" I pleaded with her gently, swearing that I had no intention of abusing her, that I had only stolen a kiss because of her beautiful appearance. After hearing my explanation, my cousin's wife blushed again, glaring at me coldly for a moment, then suddenly a blush spread across her face, her cheeks flushing a captivating red. I impulsively wanted to kiss her again, but seeing her cold expression, I lost the courage to try. So I hurriedly slipped back to my bedroom and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, a delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I glanced to the side and was startled to see my cousin-in-law standing beside my bed, wearing a light green nightgown. She looked at me with tender, shy eyes, her head bowed, and whispered, "I...feel...very...lonely, came...to see if...you...are...asleep...?" I managed to say, "Sister-in-law..." but she suddenly looked up, her voice trembling with embarrassment, "From now on...just call me...Qiongxiu...it's fine. I...don't need to...call me...sister-in-law this...sister-in-law that..." I gazed at her silently, her eyes meeting mine before lowering again. She dared not look at me, her head bowed, and said wistfully, "Your cousin and I had never met before our engagement. Dad promised me I would marry him, and this is the first time I've met him." He's completely clueless about romance, like a wooden doll. I'm so lonely after we got married! Just now… your actions shocked me, but I'm not angry, really not angry at you, just… just… not used to it. Brother Long, I… don't blame you, I… I… also like… you…”

Hearing her softly confessing her love, my heart fluttered. I slowly reached out and gently took her hand in mine. My sister-in-law simply murmured, “Mmm…” and, as if coyly welcoming, slowly lowered her head to rest against my chest.

We remained silent for a long time, neither of us wanting to break the beautiful tranquility, just quietly listening to each other's heartbeats and breaths. I raised my hand and gently stroked her hair and the soft skin on her back. My sister-in-law's eyes slowly closed. I looked down at her face with affection—her straight, delicate nose, her rosy cheeks, and her slightly parted lips. I lowered my head, slowly bringing my lips to hers before suddenly pressing them against her small lips painted with purplish-red lipstick. Our breaths were both rapid. After a long while, I tried to extend my tongue, and my sister-in-law sucked hard. Then, she used her tongue to push my penis out of her mouth, her delicate tongue following suit, gently swirling within mine. After this tongue-to-tongue union of body and soul, we kissed deeply, mouth to mouth, our breaths growing increasingly rapid.

I gently lifted my sister-in-law onto my bed, my hands pressing against her pinkish-green nightgown, caressing her plump breasts through the thin fabric. Her eager, throbbing response surprised me, and she began to moan wantonly through her nostrils: "Mmm! ...Mmm! ...Mmm!" ..."

I slipped one hand under her robe, gently kneading her nipple within the loose fabric. My lips moved to her neck, sucking inch by inch. I pulled her robe down, revealing her plump breasts. Then I lowered my head and took her sensitive nipple at the tip of her breast into my mouth, licking and biting it. She moaned, "Ah...ah...oh...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." Her nipples hardened, and she arched her chest, trying to push the top of her breasts into my mouth.

As I kissed her breasts, my hand secretly moved down, reaching for her mysterious triangle, kneading the hairy area. Her labia felt so hot and burning. I enjoyed myself for a while, then began to remove her clothes. A soft nightgown slipped down her fair chest, revealing her upper body half-naked. Two plump, tender breasts, firm and round, stood proudly, their erect, bright red nipples trembling slightly. The nightgown continued to slide down, revealing her slender waist and smooth abdomen, which swayed gently. A small pink panty clung tightly to her full vulva; her thighs, like white jade, were smooth, long, and shapely.

Seeing this alluring body aroused my lust. My eyes glazed over as I stared at her, admiring the seductive charm of this newlywed woman. Then I removed her last piece of clothing, her panties. She let out a soft moan, "Eek!" I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and gently teased her. At this moment, the cold expression on her face was gone from when we first met; instead, there was a seductive and wanton look. I had initially thought she was frigid! It turned out that her marriage to her cousin was completely devoid of love, and because she had received strict moral education from her family since childhood, she possessed such a dignified and unapproachable cold and beautiful expression.

At this moment, my sister-in-law, her body trembling with desire as I manipulated her erotic buttons, cried out, "Brother Long... if you... want to play with my... hole... hurry... come on... now..." Hearing this, I impulsively stripped off my pajamas, pressed myself against her snow-white body, and showered her with kisses. After a long time, my sister-in-law impatiently urged, "Brother Long... hurry... hurry and put... your... big cock... in... in... sister-in-law... can't... take it... ah..." Seeing her almost pleading expression, I couldn't bear to see her suffer the torment of desire. I parted her labia with my hand, pressed my large cock against the entrance, let the lustful fluids moisten the glans, and then slowly inserted it. My sister-in-law's face showed pain as she said, "Brother Long!" "...It hurts...you...you're too rough...a little...my pussy hurts...I...I haven't...done this many times...and you're...so big...ah...I can't...take it..." At this moment, she no longer cared about her dignity as a sister-in-law, nor did she remember her shame. She tightly gripped my large penis exposed outside her vulva with her slender hands, begging me to go slower. I sucked on her nipples, and soon her juices flowed more, and her buttocks lifted up. I noticed that she was no longer moaning pitifully, and she needed the penetration of my large penis, so I thrust in and out with all my might, and then began to pump rhythmically. This intoxicating beauty caused my sister-in-law to swirl her hips, murmuring, "Brother Long...you really...you really know how to...fuck...um...harder...harder...it feels so good...hum...deeper...oh...you can fuck...brother...sister-in-law...it's so...so comfortable...oh...I'm going to die...sister...sister...sister-in-law...I'm going to lose it...um..." A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, and my sister-in-law, Qiongxiu, with her eyes filled with desire, was enjoying this unprecedented pleasure. I pulled my entire penis out, leaving only the glans rubbing against her vaginal opening, then inserted it again, rotating my hips as I entered her vagina, rising and falling dramatically. After ejaculating, Sister-in-law Qiongxiu entered another wave of lustful climax. Her narrow little hole tightly gripped my big cock, her buttocks swaying and her tender hole thrusting upwards, moaning: "Brother Long... Sister-in-law's hole... is starting... itchy again... hurry... hurry and insert... ah... the flower core is... hitting... the big cock... oh... so numb... ah... harder... harder... harder... so... comfortable... so good... ah... the water is flowing... flowing... and... so sore... so sore... ah... Sister-in-law... is going to... is going to... come out... ah... ah..." As she cried out that she was going to come out, my big cock also felt a little numb. It shouldn't be possible for me to be so ineffective, but I loved Sister-in-law Qiongxiu so much that I decided to ejaculate into her uterus. Suddenly her tender hole thrust upwards desperately, her vaginal cavity clenching and clenching, and I shot a stream of semen into her uterus. My sister-in-law's vulva trembled violently as she clung tightly to me, kissing me passionately until she was satisfied. Then, panting, she said, "Brother Long! You're amazing! I'm only now experiencing the true taste of love. Your big cock feels so good inside me! All your semen is shooting into my vulva, it feels so hot and scalding, I'm so happy!" I hugged her tightly too, saying, "Sister-in-law! I feel so good too! Your pussy is so tight, it feels so good, I want to fuck you all night long!" My sister-in-law kissed my face and said, "That's because I'm newly married, we haven't done it many times! Besides, your cousin's cock is rather short, my vagina hasn't opened up yet!" I continued, "Now that you're comfortable, do you still want me to fuck you?" My sister-in-law said, "Yes!" "From now on, I will only love you. I've never been in a relationship before marriage. My marriage to him was arranged by my parents, but I don't love your cousin! From now on, you are my husband. Don't let anyone know about our adultery. I will find a chance to come to Taichung again, and I won't stay at your house anymore to prevent your family from finding out. I'm going to rent a place outside. When I come to Taichung, you can come there and have sex with me, okay?" I nodded and kissed Sister-in-law Qiongxiu's small mouth affectionately until she was almost breathless. During the few days that Sister-in-law Qiongxiu stayed at my house, I told my mother that I would take her out. My mother knew my intentions, but she had no choice but to agree. Sister-in-law Qiongxiu and I rented a small apartment outside and had sex every day, trying out every sexual position, so that her face was no longer cold but had a charming smile. But happy times always have to pass. A few days later, my cousin took his wife back to Kaohsiung.

But ever since then, my sister-in-law has frequently taken the opportunity to sneak into Taichung to rekindle our romance and have some fun. My cousin brought his then-girlfriend, my future sister-in-law, to my house about six months ago; the moment I saw her, I was filled with lust and wanted to have my way with her. But I had no chance; they were so sweet together, unlike my cousin and his wife, Qiongxiu, who were only superficially friendly and didn't truly understand each other. So, like a mouse trying to bite a turtle, I couldn't get involved. This time, my cousin and his new sister-in-law got married yesterday and are planning to go abroad for their honeymoon tomorrow. Their plane tickets are for tomorrow afternoon, so they're staying at my house for the night before leaving. I was overjoyed to hear this wonderful news, but I was also helpless. After all, I only had one night, and my cousin was there too; I was practically watching this prize slip through my fingers. After racking my brains, I finally came up with a clever plan to deceive everyone. I secretly dissolved some specially bought strong sleeping pills in the thermos flask in my cousin's room. That night, after everyone had gone to bed, I quietly crept to the window and peeked at them through the crack. I saw my cousin and his wife lovingly embrace as they entered the room. My cousin thoughtfully poured a glass of warm water for both of them, and within ten minutes, they were both unconscious on the carpet. I quickly slipped into the room through the window, first helping my cousin to a chair, then carrying my cousin's wife to the bed. My cousin's wife's name, I think, is Li Biqin. She's only twenty-five, with a striking and elegant appearance, beautiful and intelligent. From the first time I saw her, I've had designs on her. Now, lying unconscious before me, it's like a gift from heaven, allowing this ravenous tiger to feast on her. I began to undress her, unbuttoning her tight-fitting shirt and removing her milky-white bra. A pair of medium-sized, pear-shaped breasts were revealed, their peaks snow-white and pink, with bright red nipples, the size of red beans, standing erect on their bright red areolas. I gently caressed her breasts with both hands, each one just the right size to be grasped. The firm nipples pressed against my palms, her breasts high, firm, and round. Her vulva was still as tight and elastic as a virgin's, perhaps because we had only been married yesterday and she had only recently lost her virginity. I stuck out my tongue again, licking the area around her breasts and the small nipples. A milky fragrance filled the air, pleasant and intoxicating. My hands caressed her breasts, gently kneading them. My cousin Biqin, who was unconscious, began to breathe rapidly and gasp for air because of my teasing, her chest rising and falling. Then, I pulled off her panties, kneeling on her thighs to prevent her legs from closing. Below her smooth, pink abdomen, a thick, messy patch of black pubic hair grew. In the middle of her mound-like vulva, a faint slit of flesh was visible, now slightly damp.

I admired my cousin-in-law's snow-white, rosy-cheeked body. Her figure was perfectly proportioned; the curves were prominently displayed, and the contours were beautifully recessed. Her skin was smooth and soft, without a single wrinkle. The interplay of white, red, and black created a flawless, mature, and alluring beauty—a beauty that seemed to tempt me to commit a crime! My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to burst through my underwear. I kissed her sensitive breasts while caressing her pubic hair-covered vulva. My fingers gently slipped between her labia, feeling a slight dampness. I parted her legs, lowered my head, and licked her vulva with my tongue, teasing her tender labia. I especially focused on her clitoris, gently licking it with the tip of my tongue and then rubbing and sucking it with my entire tongue. Although my cousin Biqin was in a daze, her physiological functions were still present. Her chest heaved faster and more rapidly, and a series of rapid breaths came from her nostrils. Waves of passion seemed to overflow from her vagina. She murmured incoherently, "Hmm...hmm...oh...uh...ah...yo...ah...hey...oh...hum...oh..." Her body was convulsing, trembling uncontrollably; her legs began to tremble, naturally spreading to the sides, and her crescent-shaped buttocks bounced up and down repeatedly. I knew she was nearing orgasm in her unconscious state, so I increased the frequency of my caresses on her breasts, and my tongue thrust in and out of her tight vagina, licking and teasing. Cousin Biqin's head swayed from side to side, but she remained unconscious, unable to open her eyes. Her breathing grew heavier and faster until finally, with a soft sigh, she released her climax. A thick, semi-transparent fluid gushed from her vagina, and I lifted my head to let it flow freely. I admired her snow-white body once more. She wasn't tall, somewhat petite, but all her features were perfectly proportioned. Her skin was fair and tender, her breasts full, her waist slender, her buttocks large, her pubic hair curving, her vulva small—her entire body was incredibly delicate. Her small, round, red nipples stood erect from stimulation. Her face was flushed with desire, her small, red lips slightly upturned, her straight nose exhaling sweet breath. I sucked on her nipples, caressing her entire body. She still kept her eyes tightly closed, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and she groaned weakly, a sound that seemed both painful and pleasurable: "Mmm!" "...Hmm...Hmph...Hmph...Oh...Hey...Oh...Hey...Hey...Yah...Ugh...Oh..." I stood up, took off all my clothes, and lay down on my cousin Biqin's body. We were now skin to skin, our naked bodies pressed together. I knelt down, gently parted her legs, and grasped my already swollen penis with my right hand, rubbing it against her vulva. I teased her until she trembled with excitement in her unconscious state, her vulva instinctively thrusting upwards. Then I gently inserted my penis. In her sleep, my cousin Biqin cried out as I fucked her: "Ah!...Hey...Hey...It hurts...It hurts so much...Oh...Hey..." I knew she had just lost her virginity last night, and although I had made her climax once with oral sex tonight, her vulva was still so tight, so small, and so warm. At first, I thrust slowly, gradually increasing the speed and depth of my penetration as my cousin Biqin's vagina became increasingly wet. Even in her unconscious state, she managed to reach out and tightly embrace my waist, her large buttocks bobbing up and down. Her breasts, which I was caressing, pressed against my palm as she arched her back, and she moaned, "Mmm...hum...Lianggui...I love you...ah...so beautiful...so...comfortable...mmm...beautiful...oh...ah..." Her moans startled me; I thought she had woken up—what a disaster! But upon closer listening, I realized she was calling out my cousin's name. Seeing her panting and aroused, clearly still unconscious, she was only half-asleep and thought it was my cousin penetrating her. A huge weight lifted from my shoulders. Since my cousin Biqin had mistakenly believed it was my cousin, I decided to play along and become the "male lead"! Anyway, having sex is always a good thing for men, and letting her misunderstand makes it easier for me to continue "doing my business"! My big cock was now thrusting deep into my cousin-in-law Biqin's pussy, and with each thrust, she moaned indistinctly: "Oh...my...dear...good...husband...you...today...are...so...good...pussy...so...good...uh...faster...faster...ah...ah..." I never imagined that the delicate, quiet, gentle, and virtuous cousin-in-law Biqin I saw during the day would be so wanton and seductive in bed. You really can't judge a book by its cover! My cousin is so lucky to have a wife like this, a lady in the living room and a slut in the bedroom! But I'm just as lucky to be able to enjoy his beautiful wife's seductive and wanton body! Unconsciously, my cousin-in-law Biqin's thighs spread wider, and her lovely pussy thrust forward even more, with a series of "slap" sounds. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was the sound of my penis thrusting into my cousin-in-law Biqin's vagina, slamming against her vulva and buttocks. Hundreds of thrusts, like a storm, shook the entire bed in the guest room. My cousin-in-law Biqin's juices flowed endlessly, and my penis was thoroughly aroused by the waves of her vaginal fluids. The heat inside her vagina rose higher and higher with the friction between my penis and her vaginal cavity.

A woman's instincts drove her to lift her hips and thrust her chest forward, allowing me to penetrate deeper and knead harder. Her vagina clenched and unclenched, stimulating my large penis, and she moaned again with pleasure: "Hmm... um... yes... just like this... oh... so beautiful... mmm... harder... deeper... Lianggui... good husband... I... I love... you..." As I thrust, I lowered my head and kissed her red lips. Even in her dazed state, my cousin Biqin extended her tongue for me to suck, her juices flowing freely as my large penis pumped in and out, creating a symphony of lovemaking that played enticingly in the late-night guest room. Waves of orgasm assaulted her, making our kisses even closer, and causing her hips to sway faster and higher. Finally, she climaxed again, and I quickly pressed down on top of her, squeezing my hips tightly, launching my final assault. My large penis pressed against her cervix, sending countless sperm, along with the gushing semen, deep into her uterus, making her tremble again. I wonder, if she gets pregnant in a month or two, will it be my cousin's offspring or mine? I lay on her soft, delicate body, kneading and enjoying my cousin-in-law Biqin's tender, plump breasts for a while longer, then fixed the camera I had brought beforehand and took a few pictures of my large penis inside her vagina. Perhaps, if the opportunity arises in the future, I can use them to blackmail my cousin-in-law Biqin into becoming my lustful possession! After everything was ready, I moved my cousin from the chair, helped him undress, and had him lie face down on my cousin's wife. I grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table and masturbated him until he ejaculated. Then I pressed his penis against my cousin's wife's vulva so that when they woke up the next day, they would think they had a night of passion and wouldn't suspect that I had secretly slept with my cousin's wife. After checking again to make sure there were no flaws, I went back to my room to sleep. The next day, when my cousin and his wife left, my cousin's wife's face was full of satisfaction, radiating happiness. Poor thing, she didn't know: all of this was my doing. My mother has a friend who has been very close to her since school days; she's actually my mother's junior in school! I call her Aunt Zhang. She was two years younger than my mother in school and is only thirty-eight this year. Although she's almost forty, she's married to a wealthy man and lives a comfortable life, so she's still beautiful and charming. Because she takes good care of herself, her skin is delicate and fair, exceptionally beautiful, making her look like a woman in her thirties, not at all like someone nearing her prime. Her figure is perfectly proportioned, with a slender waist and firm breasts; especially her full, plump buttocks—I believe every man who sees them would want to touch them. It's clear she must have been a stunning beauty in school, captivating everyone. However, after being married for so long, she's only had two daughters and no sons. She jokingly calls herself a "kiln," only destined for the joy of having daughters. So every time she comes to my house, she tells my mother how lucky she is to have a son who's already so grown up. A few days ago, she started talking about it again, so when she came to my house today, my mother simply told me to recognize her as my godmother. She was very excited and, overjoyed, burst into tears, quickly hugging me tightly and lovingly stroking my head, saying, "I finally...finally...have a...son..." Seeing how much she missed her son, my mother watched her almost childish behavior with a relieved smile. I was held tightly to Aunt Zhang's chest—oh! No, now I should call her godmother—her two full breasts pressed against me, feeling soft yet still somewhat elastic, making my big cock hard and pressing against my pants. My mother noticed this, gently nudged my waist with her elbow, and glanced at me, implying that I shouldn't be too presumptuous. I quickly clenched my anus to soften my cock, and after a while, it returned to normal. Then I heard my godmother tell my mother that she would treat me to a nice meal that evening and take me home to meet her two daughters, my god-sister Zhang Xiuyun and god-sister Zhang Xiaoyun. Hearing this, my mother knew perfectly well that I was now trying to get my godmother into bed again, and maybe even my god-sisters! My mother gave me a meaningful look and agreed to my godmother's request, letting her take me home. My mother and I had a long-standing incestuous relationship; we were practically one in body and soul. What we were thinking didn't need to be said aloud. My lust for all three women in my godmother's family was something she already understood without me even having to say it. Having a mother who understood me so well, and a mistress who could satisfy me in bed—I thought few people in the world were as lucky as me! My godmother taking me home was a golden opportunity for me to seduce all three of them, so I happily followed my beautiful and alluring godmother. My godmother's house was in an upscale residential area, with red tiles and white walls, surrounded by lush greenery—a truly tranquil home. Upon entering, she casually closed the door and had me sit on the sofa in the living room. She gracefully walked towards the kitchen to prepare a drink for me. I watched her back intently; her swaying hips and full, round buttocks were incredibly sexy. When she returned to the living room with the drink, a captivating smile graced her rosy face. Her full, firm breasts jiggled under her blouse with each step, making my eyes dazzled, my heart race, my head spin, and my body heat rise instantly. After chatting with me for a while, she said, "Long'er! You sit here and drink your beverage. I need to change out of my outer clothes and into casual clothes before I come back to chat with you." I replied, "Okay, godmother! Please go change!" I'll just sit here by myself.

My godmother got up and went to her room to change. I saw that after she went in, the door wasn't completely closed, leaving a small crack. I thought to myself: why not peek at her changing? It would surely be a vivid, sensual, thrilling, and incredibly beautiful scene—a sight rarely seen in a lifetime! When I secretly crept to my godmother's bedroom door and peeked through the crack, I saw that she had already taken off her top and skirt, leaving only a milky-white bra and a pale white pair of panties. My godmother was facing away from me, and I could only see her snow-white skin, her full, round buttocks, and her sexy, alluring body. Even before she was fully undressed, she was already so captivating; if she were completely naked, wouldn't it truly be a feast for the eyes? My voyeuristic gaze caught sight of a full-length mirror hanging on the wall opposite my godmother's bedroom door. It perfectly reflected her beautiful figure, and the bright bedroom lighting allowed me to see her voluptuous, white breasts in the mirror. Her large, full breasts were encased in a slightly too-small, milky-white bra; the dark pubic hair on her mons pubis was faintly visible through her pale white panties. I was stunned by this alluring sight, holding my breath and watching intently. I stared blankly at my godmother's next move. "Wow!" The real show was yet to come! She didn't stop undressing; she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, then bent down and removed her thinnest covering—her panties. Standing before the full-length mirror, my godmother was now completely naked, laid bare before me. Her snow-white breasts were topped with two bright red nipples, and the large patch of glossy black pubic hair below her abdomen, though not clearly visible from a distance, was still undeniably sexy and alluring. Outside the door, I felt parched, my heart pounding, my blood boiling, my lust raging, and my penis hard and erect, threatening to burst out of my pants. I desperately wanted to rush in, embrace my godmother's sexy body, and plunge my penis into her vagina, fucking her hard and fiercely to quell my raging desire. But I dared not act rashly; what if my godmother resisted fiercely? Wouldn't that ruin my grand plan to fuck all three of them together? I decided to hold back and wait for the best opportunity. Just then, my godmother took out a casual nightgown and a new pair of pink panties from the closet and gracefully put them on. I knew she was about to come out, so I quickly sat back down on the living room sofa, took another big gulp of my drink, and signaled that I had been sitting there obediently. My godmother opened the door and came out. I noticed that her large breasts jiggled quite violently as she walked into the living room. I knew that my godmother was definitely not wearing a bra under her nightgown, because women often don't wear bras at home when no one else is around, for the sake of comfort. Looking at this from another perspective, it was actually a good omen. At least my godmother no longer considered me an outsider, which increased my chances of making my move and succeeding. I was mentally planning how to win over my godmother. I knew that even if women desperately wanted to have sex with you, they wouldn't dare show it on the surface to maintain their image of modesty. Unless the man made the first move, they would pretend to refuse before letting you have your way. This way, they maintained their dignity while getting the pleasure they craved. So, if I could break through this mask of pretense, they would drop all their defenses and be at your mercy. Therefore, I secretly prepared my plan, intending to first use flirtatious language to stir her heart. My godmother and I were chatting in the living room. She said, "Those two brats are really wild; they haven't come home yet."

I said, "Godmother! It's only a little past six! Maybe they're out shopping!" My godmother smiled and said, "Long'er! You're such a good child; you're so considerate." Seeing her gentle expression, I took the opportunity to deliberately bury my head between her breasts, tightly embracing my godmother's slender waist, and vigorously rubbing her large breasts with my cheeks, like a child snuggling in its mother's arms. My godmother trembled from my rubbing and gasped, "Alright, alright, stop rubbing! You're making me feel weak and muscular. How can my old bones withstand your brute force?" I sincerely said, "Godmother! You're not old! Not at all. You're still very young and beautiful!" As I spoke, I boldly kissed her pink cheeks, then stole her red lips. My godmother moaned "Oh!... Oh!..." from my kisses, and finally even stuck out her delicate tongue to intertwine and entwine with mine in the air.

My hand trembled as I slipped inside her casual nightgown, touching her real, bare breasts. They felt smooth, soft, and incredibly elastic; the nipples hardened at my touch. My godmother said shyly in a soft voice, "Mmm...Long'er...no...don't...do this...please let go...how...how...can...you...touch...my...breasts...stop...stop...don't...rub anymore...godmother...this...is...so...uncomfortable..." She tried to push me away, her words seemingly scolding me, but her face showed no anger, only a shy expression, probably because my skillful breast-touching technique was so pleasurable! I said to her, "Godmother! 'Whoever has milk is mother,' haven't you heard? You're my godmother! Of course you should breastfeed your godson! My mother often lets me suckle at home too!" "My godmother blushed and looked incredulous, saying, 'No...no...you're...so big...how can...you...eat my...breasts...you're lying to me...Sister Yumei...wouldn't...let you...suck...breasts...' I earnestly argued, 'Godmother! Really! If you don't believe me, you can call Mom right now and ask if it's true. Mom even let me fuck her and make love with her! That's really pleasurable!' My godmother was speechless, stammering, 'Wh...what?...Your...Mom...Sister Yumei...let you...let you...fuck her...this...how...can this...how can...Mom...sleep with her own son?' Seeing that my godmother's face was flushed, making her look even more beautiful and alluring, I was tempted and reached out my hand again, one hand continuing to touch her breasts, the other hand inserting into the triangle between her legs, digging into her vulva." My godmother was startled by my bold sneak attack and cried out, "Oh... Long... Long'er... you... you..." She dodged my hands as I fondled her breasts, clamping her legs tightly together to prevent me from touching her vulva. Afraid she would escape, and all my efforts would be in vain, I quickly hugged her tightly, unbuttoned her casual nightgown, and pulled the hem open, revealing her plump, full breasts with bright red nipples. I swiftly grabbed one breast, kneading and pinching it, while sucking and biting the other nipple. My godmother, aroused by my teasing, groaned in a mixture of numbness, itchiness, soreness, and tingling: "Oh!" "...No...good boy...don't...bite...your mother's...nipples...don't...don't lick...ah..." Her tightly closed legs slowly opened, and I stroked her pubic hair, dug into her labia, kneaded her clitoris, and then inserted my fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out. Stimulated by my attack from above and below, my godmother cried out: "Ah...don't...don't dig anymore...quickly...take...take your hand...ah...out...godmother...is...so uncomfortable...oh...godmother...is...being...being...being...being...being...miserably...oh...ah...I...I'm going to cum...ah...ah...it's over...oh...oh..." My godmother suddenly trembled violently, her legs trembling, and the semen in her vagina kept flowing out. I knew she had reached orgasm and had her first time. Seeing her panting in a daze, I simply picked up her delicate body and went straight to her bedroom.

The godmother suddenly awoke from her unconsciousness, crying out in alarm, "Long'er! ...What...what are you...doing?..."

I hugged her and kissed her, drooling, "My darling little godmother! Your son is going to take you to bed now!" Then I put her on the bed and started to take off her casual pajamas and panties. Of course, there was some struggle and resistance, but not too intense. Finally, I stripped my godmother naked. I then took off my own clothes and stood by the bed, lovingly watching my godmother's blushing face and shyly closed eyes. I understood that she was currently in a battle between desire and ethics. From past experiences, I knew that as long as I inserted my big cock into a woman's hole and satisfied her, everything would be fine. I heard my godmother's trembling voice say, "Long'er! ...You...you...destroyed...my...virginity..." She shyly covered her vulva with her hands, not wanting me to see that shameful place. I said, "Godmother! Is virginity really that important to you?" "Let me use this big cock to clean your little hole and make you feel good. You've only ever had sex with your godfather your whole life, never experienced an orgasm, so how could you have any pleasure? Let me fuck you! I'm really good in bed! Even Mommy calls me her big-cocked husband!" Saying this, he hugged her, kissing and cuddling her, prying off her hands covering her genitals, and kneading her clitoris for a while, causing her to gush with lustful fluids, climaxing repeatedly. Seeing that she was burning with desire, both thirsty and empty, I immediately rolled over and pressed myself against her body. My godmother, her whole body boiling with heat, had to use her trembling hands to guide my big cock to her wet, plump little hole, and said in a seductive voice, "Dragon!" "...My dear...ah...Godmother...it's so...itchy...quick...quickly put...your...big...big cock...in...inside...to stop the itch...oh...oh..." I aimed the head of my big cock at the entrance of my godmother's wet cunt, and with a forceful thrust, inserted about three inches. My godmother trembled all over and cried out in pain: "Ouch!...Long'er...it hurts...don't move...your is too...too big...Godmother...can't...can't take it..." I felt as if my big cock was wrapped in a warm and tight bag of warm water. It was hot and slippery inside, not like the vulva of a middle-aged woman at all, but more like that of a young woman in her early twenties, newly married and not yet having given birth! I bent down to suck and bite my godmother's big nipples, rubbing and touching them, and then kissed her red lips. Our tongues intertwined, and gradually her vagina loosened up. I thrust in forcefully, my large penis penetrating all the way in, hitting the very core of her vagina. My godmother was experiencing a mix of pain, numbness, pleasure, sweetness, sourness, and itchiness—a myriad of emotions swirling across her face. Her plump little hole gripped my large penis tightly. I thrust in as far as I could, then pulled out, then thrust in again, pulling out again, alternating between gentle and forceful thrusts, exploring from both sides, finding pleasure from above and below, making my godmother's face display a myriad of lewd expressions. I also vigorously kneaded her soft, tender, and smooth large breasts, causing her to moan, "Ah!" "...Long'er...Mom's...dear...son...oh...godmother...so beautiful...so...big cock...my...dear...husband...insert...insert into my...flower heart...faster...good son...fuck...godmother...I want you...I want you...harder...fuck me...ah...so good...fuck...godmother...so good...so good...ah...ah..." Godmother gradually got used to the rhythm of my big cock thrusting in and out. She also used her inner strength to squeeze my penis tightly, letting me press her plump and delicate body against the bed and fuck her. I saw Godmother biting her lower lip tightly and starting to moan again: "Oh!" ...My dear son...only with a...big...cock like yours...can...make...my godmother...so...happy...so...happy...my...godson...you are...my...true...husband...ah...my...little hole...first...time...so...pleasant...so good...doing...doing...so wonderful...my...whole...body...tingle...my...good son...true husband...you...are really good at it...a thousand times better than your...godfather...um...ah "...Ah...you are...my...godmother's...lover...godmother's...husband...godmother...loves you to death...ah...my little hole...can't take it anymore...god...godmother...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...ah...ah..." I saw her thrusting her hips wildly, so lewd and alluring, her face flushed with desire, her juices gushing out in large gushes, cumming again and again, soaking a large patch of the sheets. My big cock was inside my godmother's little hole, tight and warm, her clitoris sucking and clenching, making my big cock throb. This battle on the bed went on until the world seemed to spin, finally my big cock pressed against her clitoris, and I ejaculated, soaking in her fleshy hole, enjoying my godmother's warm, slutty hole. The two of us hugged each other, panting heavily, and lay on the big bed, dazed and exhausted. My godmother panted for a full half hour before she calmed down. She gently held me, letting me lean against her soft arms and suckle her breasts. That's how women are. Once you have a physical relationship with them, and you can give them extreme satisfaction in bed, they'll love you wholeheartedly for life. I couldn't bear to leave her. I slept on my godmother's body for a while, and when I woke up, I groped her all over, making her writhe and laugh with moans, "My darling, my good boy! Stop rubbing me, it's so itchy!" My big cock got hard again, jumping around at the entrance of her peach blossom cave. She hurriedly pushed me off her, and gently comforted me apologetically, "My dear! I can't take it anymore, my little hole is still a bit sore! It's the first time I've encountered a cock as big as yours, and I can't handle it. Your god-sister and god-brother will be back soon, and it wouldn't be good if they saw you in my bed. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to penetrate my little hole later, so don't do it now, okay?" As she spoke, she kissed my cheek and forehead, as if she were coaxing a child. Seeing that she was really tired, I let her off this time. We got up and took a shower. My godmother changed the sheets again, and blushed again at the large stain of vaginal fluid left behind. Sitting in the living room, my godmother and I exchanged flirtatious glances. Her blush hadn't faded, making her look even more beautiful. Twenty minutes later, my god-sister and god-brother finally returned. As soon as they entered, their eyes immediately scrutinized me, a stranger. I sat on the sofa and quietly observed them. The girl on the left, who looked bigger and had long hair, must be my god-sister, Xiuyun. She seemed more beautiful and quiet. The other one, with permed hair, must be my god-brother, Xiaoyun. She seemed more lively and outgoing. Sure enough, she spoke first: "Mom! Who is this guest?" My godmother said: "Xiuyun and Xiaoyun, he is the son of Aunt Yumei, whom I often mention. I already recognized him as my godson this afternoon. You should call him godbrother, and Xiuyun calls him godbrother." Hearing her mother say this, my lively god-sister Xiaoyun winked at me and said, "Oh! So it's my god-brother! Hmm! You're so handsome and dashing, with a great physique! Ah! Hello, god-brother!" I blushed instantly, speechless, and almost lost my composure because of this mischievous god-sister. Seeing my embarrassment, my godmother smiled and scolded her for being impolite. She then had my god-sister, who had been standing quietly to the side, greet me. As we shook hands, my god-sister leaned close and said something that left me speechless: "God-brother! Do you like me?" I could only reply, "Of course I do!"

She continued, "If you like me, why don't you hug me and kiss me?"

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