[Urban] Song of Spring (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter 47

Wang Ping followed his homeroom teacher to Liu Ying's home. Liu Ying's home was in a relatively nice residential area. Wang Ping didn't know how many high-rise buildings it comprised, nor did he bother to count. After entering the complex, there was a small garden, which Wang Ping estimated was smaller than the garden in his own complex. Liu Ying's home was apartment 1202 on the twelfth floor of unit one in building five.

As soon as Wang Ping and his homeroom teacher, Liu Jing, entered and changed into slippers, Zhao Lin, who was waiting in the living room, pulled him into the kitchen, which was far from Liu Ying's bedroom. Once inside, Zhao Lin forcefully pushed Wang Ping into the kitchen, then quickly closed the door and leaned against it, staring intently at him. Zhao Lin scrutinized the nearly seventeen-year-old boy from head to toe, making Wang Ping blush slightly.

Zhao Lin briefly asked Wang Ping about his family situation, and then, like Liu Jing, asked him if he had bullied Liu Ying on Saturday.

Because of the rehearsal at school earlier, Wang Ping answered calmly this time. While answering the woman's questions, he also stole glances at his class monitor and the homeroom teacher's mother.

"Wow...so beautiful...how can she be so young...is she the homeroom teacher's mother? I think she's more like an older sister..."

Looking at the beautiful and seemingly young woman before him, Wang Ping kept muttering to himself, a series of questions surfacing in his mind. He also felt that he had seen the woman somewhere before, a sense of familiarity and intimacy, and his little brother involuntarily became erect, even faster than when he watched his homeroom teacher sway her hips at school.

This was a feeling Wang Ping had never experienced with other women he hadn't had physical contact with. Because he loved his mother so much, his Oedipus complex prevented him from seriously observing and liking other women. Even the beautiful homeroom teacher and class monitor were only occasionally thought about, occasionally fantasized about during class.

Zhao Lin only spent about ten minutes with Wang Ping in the kitchen, and in those ten minutes, she felt that this young man was indeed very attractive to women, giving her a feeling of being bewitched. She was already a woman in her early forties, and since being possessed by her own man at the age of fourteen, she could be considered a seasoned veteran. Logically, she shouldn't be so easily excited, so impulsive, or so blind, yet she still felt this way. No wonder Ying'er was so infatuated with him.

Thinking of her daughter, Zhao Lin quickly pulled Wang Ping to her daughter's room. At this moment, Liu Jing also came in.

"Ying'er, wake up, look who's here!"

Lying on the bed, Liu Ying slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the man she had been longing for standing before her, she suddenly jumped out of the covers and hugged Wang Ping tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Wang Ping, Zhao Lin, and Liu Jing were all dumbfounded. Because Liu Ying was still completely naked, without a single piece of clothing on her body, how could the three not be shocked?

Just moments before Wang Ping arrived, Zhao Lin and her daughter had returned from the hospital. Back home, her daughter again insisted that Zhao Lin stay with her in bed, naked as ever, to care for and comfort her. This had been a habit for over ten years; whenever Liu Ying was sick or unhappy, she needed her mother to be there for her like this. Liu Ying had become deeply attached to her mother's naked embrace. At first, Zhao Lin felt a little awkward, but over time, she gradually got used to it and even began to enjoy the feeling of her daughter nestled naked in her arms.

Seeing her daughter naked in Wang Ping's arms, Zhao Lin had no choice but to pull her eldest daughter, Liu Jing, out of Liu Ying's room. They felt that at this moment, both her daughter and younger sister longed to be with Wang Ping.

When Zhao Lin and Liu Jing went to the living room, they saw Liu Jing's daughter, Liu Xiaoqing, engrossed in watching television. Without disturbing her, the two quietly sat on the sofa and watched children's cartoons with Liu Xiaoqing. Zhao Lin didn't need to cook, as she had already ordered dinner from a restaurant near the neighborhood, and it would be delivered.

While watching TV absentmindedly, Zhao Lin thought: Hopefully, seeing her daughter after she sees the person she misses will improve her condition, cheer her up, and put her mind at ease.

For the past three days, Zhao Lin hadn't been to the company at all, spending her time on the phone arranging things for the few people she employed. She usually picked up Xiaoqing from kindergarten around 4:30 every afternoon, but today she wouldn't. Time-wise, she had plenty of time to pick up Xiaoqing, but seeing her younger daughter so unhappy and refusing to eat or drink, she had to leave the task to Liu Jing. Actually, it was Liu Jing's responsibility.

Liu Jing, also watching TV absentmindedly, wondered: Had her younger sister and Wang Ping gotten into bed yet? Was Wang Ping also naked? What if two young boys and girls were inside…?

Liu Jing didn't want to think about it anymore. How could she feel good knowing the man she liked was embracing another woman? And the place where that jealous embrace was so close. Luckily, the woman in the arms of the young man she secretly loved was her sister; otherwise, could she have been so magnanimous in tolerating all this?

A natural and refreshing spring breeze blew in from the window, waking the two women who had been lost in thought while staring at the television screen. They both took a deep breath and felt much lighter. Then, they leaned back on the sofa and watched their favorite cartoons.

Chapter 48

Suddenly seeing Wang Ping, Liu Ying's spirits lifted, and her condition improved somewhat. Wang Ping's arrival was like a cure for her illness. Upon seeing her beloved, she had forgotten about her mother and sister beside her and immediately threw herself into Wang Ping's arms, not realizing she was completely naked.

After nestled in Wang Ping's arms for a few minutes, Liu Ying finally realized she was being held naked by him. At this moment, a blush spread across her face, and coupled with her slightly sickly appearance, she truly surpassed even the frail beauty Lin Daiyu.

Seeing Liu Ying's tender and affectionate gaze, Wang Ping's manhood instantly hardened. With Liu Ying's natural pull, Wang Ping and Liu Ying fell onto the bed together. He was now lying on top of Liu Ying's naked body, his left hand covering her right breast, the hard nipple perfectly aligned with his palm.

Wang Ping could no longer control himself; he was no longer as indifferent, aloof, or dismissive of this beauty as before. He began to act improperly, groping and exploring Liu Ying's body.

Liu Ying had been hoping for Wang Ping to be so flirtatious, so disrespectful, to touch her like this. This was a moment she had long dreamed of, a moment she had imagined countless times in secret. Sometimes she would use her small hands to impersonate Wang Ping's strong hands, sometimes she would fantasize that her mother, who was holding her tightly, was Wang Ping embracing her.

Liu Ying brought her burning lips to Wang Ping's. Wang Ping responded passionately, slipping his soft tongue into Liu Ying's mouth and entwining it with the girl's fragrant tongue...

After the two young people kissed for a while, Wang Ping took off his clothes and crawled into bed with Liu Ying. Wang Ping's hands continued to caress Liu Ying's body, finally reaching the girl's most sensitive, precious, and attractive parts.

"Hmm, why doesn't this woman have any pubic hair?" Wang Ping thought to himself. So, while touching her, he asked Liu Ying, "Yingying, why don't you have any hair here? Has it not grown yet?"

"What do you mean it hasn't grown yet? I'm almost seventeen. It's not that it hasn't grown, it's that I don't have any at all. Ping, don't you like it?"

"I like it, I like it, I like it very much. You don't know, I'm a man who is born to love white tigers."

Upon hearing the mention of "white tiger" (a term referring to a type of female pubic hair), Wang Ping recalled what his aunt Yang Yan had said: "Because your mother is a member of the 'white tiger family,' meaning a family that doesn't grow hair, and you and your sister were born from your mother's vagina, so you won't grow hair either." He couldn't help but ask Liu Ying, "Then your mother and your sister must also be 'white tigers.'" As soon as the words left his mouth, Wang Ping regretted it. He thought, how could he have asked such a question?

Unexpectedly, Liu Ying didn't scold him. Instead, she said, "Yes, my mom and my sister are the same as me, they don't grow hair here. You little pervert, how did you know? Do you have the ability to see through clothes?"

"Haha, how could I be as good as you say? I was just guessing."

With that, Wang Ping aimed his penis at Liu Ying's vaginal opening, and with a gentle push, his penis smoothly entered a quarter of the way. He felt a slight resistance at the glans, and he knew he was about to deflower the woman beneath him. Wang Ping thought he needed to prepare her a little more. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to handle my huge penis. So, he kissed Liu Ying's small mouth again, while his hands ran wildly over Liu Ying's various erogenous zones.

When he saw that Liu Ying's face, chest, eyes, and mouth showed the signs of a woman about to climax, he suddenly increased the force, thrusting his hips forward, and his penis, longer and larger than an average adult's, completely disappeared into Liu Ying's tender vagina...

"Ah..." Liu Ying cried out, and at the same time, her uterus contracted continuously, and a stream of vaginal fluid poured out.

Wang Ping also felt that his penis was directly against the woman's clitoris, his penis being tightly gripped and sucked by the woman's tender vagina. He felt a new spring breeze sweeping into his heart, a feeling that could really rival the time he had with his mother and sister. At this moment, he began to truly feel a little love for the woman he was deeply penetrating.

Zhao Lin in the living room heard her daughter's cry from the room and knew that Wang Ping's thing had entered her daughter's body. She thought it was inevitable, but she didn't want her daughter to be pregnant now; otherwise, how would she go to school? She felt a pang of regret, regretting not having told her daughter to prepare before she left. What to do, what to do? She couldn't just go in now and say, "Hey kid, don't you dare ejaculate inside my daughter!"...

Thinking of this, her genitals involuntarily felt a sensation she hadn't felt in years...

Liu Jing, in the living room, also heard her sister's screams from the room and knew that Wang Ping's penis must have entered her sister's vagina. For some reason, her own lower body began to stir, as if small insects were crawling inside her vagina. She couldn't help but clench her thighs tightly, thinking, "If only that penis were inside me right now..."

Wang Ping knew that Liu Ying's screams weren't from pain; they were mixed with the bliss of a woman experiencing pleasure, and he judged that this pleasure far outweighed the pain of losing her virginity. So, he began to thrust.

As Wang Ping changed the speed of his thrusts, Liu Ying began to murmur softly again, "Mmm...ah...mmm..." At this moment, she felt that her illness was eighty percent cured. That indescribable feeling came in waves from her lower body. This was a feeling she had never experienced in almost seventeen years—so wonderful, so exciting... She thought, she was determined to be with him, to be his woman forever, no matter what kind of man he was before, no matter that he already had his mother and his sister.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Liu Ying's cries grew louder; she no longer cared that her mother and sister were in the living room. Because Wang Ping's movements had made her unable to stop moaning.

The girl's cries excited the two women in the living room again. After a while, they heard a young boy's "Ah...ah..." sound.

They both knew clearly that the young man had ejaculated. But they didn't know whether it was inside the girl or outside. Zhao Lin and Liu Jing, of course, both hoped that Wang Ping's fluid was outside Liu Ying, because they didn't want that troublesome thing to happen to Liu Ying too soon.

Chapter 49

The restaurant waiter had just brought dinner.

Zhao Lin looked lovingly at her daughter as she came out of the room. She worried that her daughter's illness might worsen if she had engaged in such a thing with a man while still sick. But she found her worries were unnecessary. Her daughter was completely different from how she had been less than an hour ago. Now, her daughter didn't look sick at all. She couldn't help but think to herself: Love is truly a great, vibrant, and energetic monster, filling people with life and joy.

Liu Jing saw that her sister's complexion was much better than before after she came out of the room, with rosy cheeks. She could imagine how intense her sister's battle with Wang Ping had been.

"It's delicious!" Liu Ying had already asked for more rice for the second time, more than she usually ate.

"Ying'er, don't eat so much all at once, it's not good. You haven't eaten for days, and you're eating even more than usual. It's bad for your stomach."

"Mom, you worry when I don't eat, and you still worry now that I've eaten. What am I supposed to do? It's tough." Liu Ying smiled and glanced at her mother.

"Little sister, Mom is right. How can you eat like that!" Liu Jing chimed in.

"Sister, I know, you're all so good to me. I was just teasing Mom. Even a teacher as excellent as you from Taiyang No. 1 Middle School can't tell... Okay, I'm full. I'm going to watch TV." With that, she pulled Wang Ping, who had already finished eating, to the sofa in the living room and started pressing the remote control, selecting the program she wanted to watch.

Liu Ying rested her head on Wang Ping's shoulder, appearing very affectionate, and said, "Ping, can you sleep here tonight?"

"No, I have to go home. I've never been away from my mother for a single night before!"

"Are you that infatuated with your mother's body? You just…" Liu Ying realized she'd let something slip, quickly sticking out her tongue and swallowing the rest of her words, looking at Wang Ping in shock. Actually, she didn't want to reveal Wang Ping's affair with his mother.

"Yingying, how could you say that! You've gone too far!" With that, she stood up angrily, picked up her schoolbag from the table, and headed for the door.

Liu Ying quickly blocked her way, saying, "Ping, I love you, I love you so much, I can't live without you… Are you really angry?"

"I really have to go," Wang Ping answered Liu Ying firmly.

"I have something to tell you," Liu Ying insisted, pulling Wang Ping back into her room.

"What is it? Just say it quickly," Wang Ping's attitude was different now.

Seeing Wang Ping's state, Liu Ying thought that if she didn't reveal the truth, she might miss this opportunity. She knew that Wang Ping had developed feelings for her; she could sense it from his caresses, kisses, thrusts, and ejaculation. But a careless remark she made just now could potentially cause their relationship to revert to what it was before.

"Ping, I saw everything that happened between you and your mother last Saturday."

"What? You said you saw it…" Wang Ping was genuinely shocked this time. He had been startled by the homeroom teacher earlier, but it turned out to be a false alarm. Now, hearing Liu Ying say something truly shocking—had someone really seen it? But he still feigned composure and asked, "What did you see?"

"I saw you lying in your mother's arms on the park bench."

"Haha, that's perfectly normal. A son lying in his mother's arms, what's wrong with that? Haven't you seen that before?"

"But, in the grove, it wasn't just lying in your mother's arms, it was you entering your mother's…"

"Stop talking..." Wang Ping quickly interrupted Liu Ying. It seemed that what happened between him and his mother in the woods of Flower Fragrance Park had been discovered, and it was impossible to keep it a secret any longer. "What do you want? Are you trying to blackmail me? Or extort me?"

"Ping, actually, I didn't want to say this, but seeing how angry you were just now, I was afraid you would really ignore me again if I didn't tell you. I truly love you. On Saturday, I don't even know how I got home... At first, I really hated you and cursed you. Why did I fall in love with someone like that? But after these past few days of struggling and fighting with this conflict, I can understand and accept everything you and your mother have done. Because I know you love your mother and your sister very much, but I love you very, very much too, can you understand that?"

Liu Ying went up and hugged Wang Ping tightly, whispering in his ear, "Ping, marry me!"

Hearing Liu Ying's words, Wang Ping's feelings for her intensified again. It wasn't because he wanted to cover up his affair with his mother that he had this thought. It was because Liu Ying still loved him deeply even after knowing about his affair with his mother that he had this idea.

"Then why do you still love me? Am I still worthy of your love?"

"Yes, of course I'm worthy of your love. I just love you, there's no other reason. I just think about you every day."

Wang Ping couldn't hold back any longer and pushed Liu Ying onto the bed again, kissing her incessantly. He wanted to answer the girl beneath him who loved him so deeply with his actions.

Soon, Wang Ping's penis entered Liu Ying's small, exquisite, tight vagina once more.

The two young people even forgot to close the door. Zhao Lin, outside the door, saw Wang Ping's white buttocks rising and falling. She quickly and gently closed the door for them.

When she turned around, she saw her daughter, Liu Jing, smiling at her from behind. Her face flushed instantly, and she said to her daughter somewhat shyly, "Jing'er, can you help Mom tidy up? The dishes and chopsticks are outside the door; the restaurant staff can come and get them themselves. I'm a little sleepy and want to lie down for a while."

Liu Jing quickly took her mother's hand and said, "Mom, are you not sleepy?" She smiled at her mother again, "Mom, have you paid for the meal?"

"Mom paid a long time ago." Zhao Lin broke free from her daughter's hand and hurried towards her bedroom.

Chapter Fifty

At 9:40 p.m., Wang Ping came out of Liu Ying's house, followed by his homeroom teacher, Liu Jing. She had come to give Wang Ping a ride home.

After leaving the house, Wang Ping realized that it was raining heavily outside. He waited at the entrance of the residential area, and soon Liu Jing brought the car over.

Because of the rain, Wang Ping quickly got into the car. Sitting in the car, he relived his three passionate encounters with Liu Ying: Liu Ying's vagina was so tight, even tighter than his sister's, perhaps because it was their first time. Her jade cave was so wet, making his penis slippery as soon as it entered, making entry and exit very easy.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the entrance of Wang Ping's residential complex.

Wang Ping quickly got out and walked towards his home. The complex gate was still some distance from Wang Ping's building.

"Wang Ping, wait, let me walk you home with my umbrella, it's raining quite heavily," Liu Jing called after him, holding an umbrella.

Because there was only one umbrella, Wang Ping and his teacher were very close together; he could feel his left hand resting against the teacher's right breast.

"Ah..." Liu Jing suddenly screamed and fell forward, dropping her umbrella. This happened when they were almost at the entrance of Wang Ping's building.

Wang Ping didn't know why Teacher Liu had fallen, but in a panic, he quickly caught her to prevent her from collapsing.

At that moment, Liu Jing was being held firmly in Wang Ping's arms, and she returned the embrace tightly. Wang Ping let his homeroom teacher hold him, finding the feeling quite comfortable. A moment later, Liu Jing offered her burning lips.

Wang Ping accepted the kiss, somewhat bewildered. A minute later, fearing someone might see, he quickly pulled his tongue out of Liu Jing's mouth, knowing someone might recognize him. Being discovered would be bad for both him and the teacher.

Wang Ping picked up the umbrella and handed it to Liu Jing, only then noticing a banana peel where she had fallen.

As he handed the umbrella back to his homeroom teacher and prepared to leave, Liu Jing hugged him again: "Can you stay with me a little longer?"

"Teacher Liu… if others see, it won't be good for either of us."

"Then let's go back to the car." Liu Jing took Wang Ping's hand and led him to the car.

Wang Ping didn't say anything, and they both got into the back seat. Because the car was parked under a tree, and thanks to the high-quality side windows, no one could see inside from the outside.

Once inside the car, the two sat side-by-side in the back seat. Liu Jing hugged Wang Ping tightly again and kissed the boy's delicate lips. Her fragrant tongue slowly entered Wang Ping's mouth.

Wang Ping unconsciously accepted everything, somewhat bewildered, his tongue intertwining with his teacher's soft tongue. At this moment, he felt Liu Jing's hand stroking his thigh, slowly moving towards his groin.

"Teacher Liu..." Wang Ping moved his lips away from his teacher's hot lips, speaking to her somewhat timidly.

"Ping, let me call you that...you little devil, you've ruined me so much, ruined me for more than half a year..."

"Teacher Liu, how have I ruined you?"

"Ping, can you not call me Teacher Liu now? It always sounds a little unnatural and uncomfortable to me."

"Teacher Liu, then what should I call you? You are my teacher after all."

"Just call me 'Jing' now, I don't want to be your teacher anymore, I want to be your woman."

"Teacher Liu...oh, Jing...I...I..."

"Stop 'I...I'm not right, just comfort me...You said you didn't hurt me? How could you know, how could you understand my loneliness...From the day you came to report to me, you started to take root in my heart...You know, the happiest thing for me every day is coming to class, because as soon as I walk into the classroom, I can see the person who excites me." As Liu Jing spoke, she reached her soft, tender hand into Wang Ping's underwear and grasped his hot, huge penis. "Ah, so big, so long, how can it be so big and so long? How could my sister have taken it just now?"

Under Liu Jing's coaxing, Wang Ping had no choice but to act. The teacher had already made it so clear, and he didn't need to care about the relationship between student and teacher anymore. In fact, he had long wanted to touch his homeroom teacher's breasts and her fair and delicate skin.

Wang Ping reached out and grasped Liu Jing's full breasts. "Teacher Liu... Hi, I still prefer to call you Teacher Liu, you don't mind, do you... Why aren't you wearing a bra?"

"Call me whatever you like, as long as you like it... Don't you like me not wearing a bra?"

"I like it... But I always see you wearing one during class." He then began to rotate his hand on her hard nipple.

"Ah... Ping, don't stop... don't stop... Didn't I just take it off? Wasn't it all for you? Ah... It feels so good, ah... If you like me not wearing one during class, then I won't wear one anymore." "

Teacher Liu, I was just saying. If you don't wear one, won't all the students see you in the summer? That's not right."

"Then when it's just the two of us, I won't wear one, okay?"

"Okay... Oh, Teacher Liu, you just said, 'My... it's so big... how can my little sister handle it?' How did you know I'd already entered Yingying's?"

“You know, we’ve all been through this, how could we not know?”

“We? You mean your aunt knew too?”

“How could we not know? Before dinner, you were making such a racket in bed, my mom and I could hear it all from the living room, how could we not know? You made me so upset… And after dinner, you didn’t even close the door, you were just inside… My mom and I saw it from outside, and my mom even closed the door for you. You were like a hungry ghost, how could you not even close the door…”

While stroking Liu Jing’s breasts, Wang Ping’s other hand reached towards her private area.

"Wow, Teacher Liu, your little sister really doesn't have any hair!"

"What do you mean, really doesn't have any hair? Did you guess I don't have any hair here?"

"No, it's what Yingying said earlier, saying you and Auntie are both 'white tigers' (meaning you have no hair). I didn't quite believe it at the time."

"Why don't you believe what my sister says? My sister, Mom, me, and Xiaoqing often bathe together, how could she not know? Besides, my mom often sleeps with my sister. My sister has a habit of insisting on sleeping naked with Mom. So of course my sister knows whether we have hair or not."

"Wow, Yingying often sleeps naked with Auntie!"

"What does it matter? Aren't they mother and daughter? Besides, my mom loves my sister so much. I can tell she loves her more than me. So, the last few times you upset my sister, my mom told me, her homeroom teacher, to teach you a lesson. My sister is my mom's darling. Whatever she asks, my mom will give it to her."

Wang Ping's finger had already entered Liu Jing's vagina. He felt it was so wet and slippery, so he continued to go deeper, burying his entire finger in the slippery jade cave.

"Ah...it's so warm, so moist, so smooth inside."

"Ah...Ping, give it to me!"

"Teacher Liu, what should I give you?" Thinking about how he was always being lectured by the homeroom teacher, he wanted to tease her a little, so he said this on purpose.

"You little devil, trying to flirt with me, you rascal." With that, Liu Jing pinched Wang Ping's arm hard.

"Ah..." Wang Ping cried out, "You actually did it? I was just kidding... Ouch, that hurts, you trying to harm your dear..."

Liu Jing interrupted him before he could finish, silencing him with her mouth. Their tongues intertwined once more.

While kissing, they helped each other remove their lower garments, their pants only reaching their knees. Wang Ping then laid Liu Jing horizontally on the seat, finally removing her lower garments completely, followed by his own outer pants and underwear. Their lips parted.

Wang Ping pressed down on the lying Liu Jing, his hard penis already pressing against the entrance of her vagina. Liu Jing reached out to help, and with another push from Wang Ping, a "squeak" was heard as his massive penis plunged fully into the overflowing, wet paradise.

"Ah... Ping, yours is so big, so long, it's making my little sister so swollen. Ah... I like it so much, I want to follow you for the rest of my life, forever, ah..."

Wang Ping suddenly increased the speed of his thrusting, and each time he went straight to the clitoris. At this moment, he felt very excited, firstly because he was thrusting into his teacher, and secondly because he had just thrust into his teacher's sister, and now he was thrusting into his sister's older sister.

After thrusting more than two hundred times, Wang Ping heard Liu Jing's "ah, ah" sounds getting louder and louder, and at the same time felt her slippery vagina begin to contract. He knew that Liu Jing had reached orgasm. At this time, he increased the speed of his thrusting by another fifty percent.

When Liu Jing reached her second orgasm, Wang Ping ejaculated inside Liu Jing's vagina.

Chapter 51

When Wang Ping returned home, it was already 11:30 pm. This was the first time he had stayed so late without being with his mother and sister. When he entered the door, he saw his mother and sister still watching TV on the sofa.

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"How can Mom sleep if you're not back?" Quan Hong got up and hugged her son as he entered.

"Brother, you know how Mom feels, how can she sleep without your bananas?" Wang Fang teased her mother and brother playfully.

"You little slut, you're the same way! You won't go to sleep until your brother feeds you," Quan Hong retorted.

Wang Ping found it amusing; this was the first time he'd heard his mother and sister speak to him like this.

Hearing these words from his mother for the first time filled him with an inexplicable excitement. Although he had just slept with Liu Ying and Liu Jing three times, his little brother still involuntarily became erect. So he pulled his mother and sister to bed.

As usual, Wang Ping first brought his mother to pleasure, making her moan and reach ecstasy, before withdrawing his wet, precious member from her jade cave filled with his semen. He then suddenly thrust it into his younger sister's tender vagina, eliciting a loud "Ah!" from Wang Fang, which made both Wang Ping and Quan Hong laugh.

After Wang Fang also reached ecstasy, Wang Ping then nursed his younger sister from her vagina. Afterward, Wang Ping, as before, inserted his penis into his mother's jade cave. Soon, all three of them drifted off to sleep happily.

The next day, Wang Ping arrived at school full of energy. He saw that his class monitor, Liu Ying, was also there, looking quite well, not like someone who had just been sick. That day, he constantly smiled at Liu Ying, and she returned his sweet smile. The homeroom teacher, Liu Jing, naturally witnessed everything. She was happy for the two's affection, but for some reason, a nameless displeasure and jealousy arose within her.

In fact, Wang Ping was also constantly sending playful and attention-grabbing signals to the teacher, but Liu Jing couldn't openly flirt with Wang Ping in front of the whole class; she only occasionally sent a glance when no one was looking.

Within a few days, Quan Hong also learned about Wang Ping's relationship with Liu Ying and Liu Jing—Wang Ping had told his mother himself.

When Quan Hong heard that her son had connected with his class monitor, Liu Ying, and even had an older sister, she thought her son's abilities in this area had improved, and she was quite pleased. Quan Hong already liked Liu Ying very much and had even suggested that her son take the initiative to approach her. As for Liu Jing, she thought she must be a very nice young woman; if the younger sister was so outstanding, how could the older sister be any less? Now that her son had taken both sisters in, it was good; after all, her son could handle several women at once.

More than a month passed, and the thing Zhao Lin dreaded still happened: Liu Ying was pregnant. Zhao Lin discovered this from her daughter's recent reactions.

When she asked her daughter, Liu Ying said, "My period hasn't come this month."

Zhao Lin knew trouble was brewing. To confirm, she took Liu Ying to a high-end private clinic for a thorough examination, and the results were as she suspected. In fact, Liu Jing was also pregnant with Wang Ping's child,

but Zhao Lin hadn't noticed.

Zhao Lin and Liu Ying tried several times to persuade her to terminate the premature pregnancy, considering both immediate and long-term benefits. However, Liu Ying absolutely refused. She said it was the fruit of her and Wang Ping's love, and no matter the difficulties or obstacles, she would give birth to it.

Left with no other option, Zhao Lin went to Wang Ping's mother, hoping she could persuade her son, and then have her son talk to her daughter. This might offer a solution, as she knew her daughter Liu Ying was extremely obedient to Wang Ping, listening to him far more than to her.

That Saturday, Zhao Lin invited Quan Hong to a weekend barbecue at a resort by the Sun River. Actually, she mainly wanted to talk to Quan Hong about her daughter. Quan Hong readily agreed; she also wanted to meet the mothers of the two women who weren't related to her son by blood.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhao Lin's family of four arrived before Quan Hong's family of three. Liu Jing had driven, while Quan Hong's family had taken a taxi and encountered traffic, so Zhao Lin

's family arrived faster. When Quan Hong first saw Zhao Lin, she couldn't believe her eyes: so young, so beautiful, so stunning! Could she really be the mother of her son's homeroom teacher? At the same time, she felt Zhao Lin's face looked familiar, as if she'd seen her somewhere before.

When Zhao Lin saw Quan Hong, she was also taken aback: Wow, so beautiful! Truly a gem among women! She felt inferior. She looked the same age as Liu Jing, so how could her son be in his first year of high school? Surely she hadn't given birth at fifteen like herself.

The two families chose a relatively secluded spot, where Liu Jing led three teenagers and a child in a barbecue, chatting and laughing. Zhao Lin pulled Quan Hong to the riverbank, about two hundred meters away from the barbecue area, where the two talked about things that Zhao Lin was concerned about.

"Hongmei, I think it's right for me to call you that."

"Sister Lin, it's right, but you don't look that much older than me."

"Hongmei, you're so good with words. I'm forty-one. You look about the same age as my Jing'er."

"Sister Lin, you're the one who knows how to compliment people. I'll be thirty-five in two months."

"Hongmei, I want to talk to you about something. You have to help me with this."

"Sister Lin, just say it. Your problem is my problem. If it's within my power, I'll definitely do it."

"Hongmei...maybe you know about my daughter and your son."

"Yes, I know. Ping'er likes both of them quite a bit. I've liked Ying'er for a long time, and when I saw Jing'er just now, I liked her too."

"What did you say?...You mean...Jing'er also...also with Wang Ping..."

"You didn't know? My son told me everything. He even asked for my opinion, asking if I liked the two sisters."

"How could this be... I don't know... Sigh, Jing'er is so confused. She knows her sister likes Wang Ping so much, how could she... I have to go ask her." Zhao Lin got up to ask Liu Jing.

Quan Hong grabbed Zhao Lin and said, "Sister Lin, forget it. Ping'er said that Liu Jing liked him before her sister, but when she found out her sister also liked Ping'er, she could only bury that love in her heart. On the day Ping'er came to your house to see Ying'er, she couldn't bear the impact of that love that could only be buried in her heart anymore, and finally on the car that was taking Ping'er home..."

"Ah... I see. But Jing'er didn't tell me anything. How do you know so much?"

"My son tells me everything, so I know. Sister Lin, don't you like him?"

"Ping'er is indeed a very outstanding child, but two sisters can't love the same person at the same time, can they?"

At this moment, Quan Hong and Zhao Lin were suddenly hugged by two hands from behind: "Haha, buddy, come here quickly, there are two beautiful women here." Appearing in front of the two beautiful women were four tall men.

Quan Hong and Zhao Lin were terrified by the sudden turn of events and screamed in unison, "Ah..."

Wang Ping was the first to hear the screams coming from his mother and Aunt Lin's direction. He knew immediately that something had happened, because the "Ah" sound was completely different from the "Ah" sound he made in bed.

He rushed towards the river without hesitation.

Liu Jing also heard the terrifying screams. She knew that in these places, if her mother and the others made that kind of sound, something terrible must have happened. She saw Wang Ping running quickly towards the river. But she remained calm; her first thought was to call the police.

She quickly pulled her sister, Wang Fang, and Qing'er to a secluded spot and told them, "Mom and the others are in trouble. Sister, stay here and don't move. No matter what happens, don't move or make a sound."

Then she ran desperately towards the resort's management office.

Chapter 52

When Wang Ping arrived at his mother and Aunt Lin's side, he saw that Aunt Lin's upper body had been stripped naked. Two thugs were beside her; one was holding her, and the other was pulling down her pants. Aunt Lin was struggling and resisting. There were also two thugs on his mother's side; one was holding her, and the other was undressing her.

Seeing his mother being violated, he was furious. But he thought, could a high school student like himself fight off four strong men? What should he do? For a moment, this bright student couldn't think of a better solution. But time didn't allow him to think further, because he saw that his mother's upper body had been torn by the thugs, revealing his favorite red bra. In a moment of panic, he shouted, "The police are here!"

This powerful shout startled the four thugs, who dropped the two beautiful women and ran away. But after running about a hundred meters, they realized there was no movement behind them, so they turned around, but there were no police. They quickly ran back.

Seeing that the four thugs had been scared away, Wang Ping hurriedly pulled his mother and Aunt Lin away, not caring that Aunt Lin was naked from the waist up. But Wang Ping, pulling two women along, couldn't outrun four burly men. Before they'd run seventy or eighty meters, the three were surrounded by the four thugs.

At this moment, Wang Fang, Liu Ying, and Xiao Qing, hidden in the distance, also saw Wang Ping and the others being surrounded. Liu Xiao Qing saw that her grandmother's shirt was gone and wanted to scream, but Liu Ying tightly covered her mouth.

Wang Fang also wanted to rush out, but Liu Ying pulled her back. She whispered to Wang Fang, "Going out will only make things worse. I just hope my sister comes back quickly, and the police arrive soon."

The four thugs who returned surrounded Wang Ping and the others tightly. One of them pulled out a long dagger and said, "Kid, are you out of your mind? You dare scare me? This is the first time I've been scared by a brat. If word gets out, what face will I have left? Boss, cripple this kid!"

Wang Ping saw a wooden stick behind him and quickly picked it up, protecting his mother and Aunt Lin. The other three, seeing the wooden stick in Wang Ping's hand, also pulled out their weapons.

Seeing an opening on the right, Wang Ping quickly pushed his mother and Aunt Lin to the right, saying, "Mom, Aunt Lin, run!"

The two beautiful women hadn't run far before they were intercepted by the two thugs, each grabbing one of them tightly. Wang Ping swung his wooden stick wildly, and the two thugs couldn't do anything to him for the time being. But the thug holding Zhao Lin pulled out a long rope. With a couple of twists in his arm, the rope swung towards Wang Ping, wrapping around the wooden stick Wang Ping was swinging. He pulled, and not only did the stick slip from Wang Ping's hand, but Wang Ping was also thrown heavily to the ground and pinned down by a large man called "Fourth Brother."

"Boss, which one do you go first?" asked the thug holding Quan Hong.

"Third brother, I'll go first with the one you're holding. Second brother, the woman you're holding is yours to try first, hahaha." The one called the eldest kicked Wang Ping, who was being held down by the fourth brother, and said, "Pah, kid, who's your mother? I bet it's the one I'm going to sleep with. She doesn't look like she'd have a child as big as you. Second brother, you go and fuck this kid's mother hard. Oh, and fuck her over here, let him see how his mother gets fucked, hahaha."

Zhao Lin was pulled to Wang Ping's side by the one called the second brother, and quickly stripped off her clothes.

At this moment, Wang Ping could really see that Aunt Lin's lower body was completely hairless.

"Haha, eldest brother, she's a bald tiger! Do you want to play? It seems like it's been over a year since we've played with a bald tiger."

The eldest brother was taking off his bright red pants when he heard what the second brother said. He walked over to Wang Ping and said, "Hey, she really is a white tiger! Good, very good. Second brother, we'll have to switch. You go do the younger one, and I'll have my fun with this white tiger. Kid, have you ever touched your mother's white cunt?"

Wang Ping looked towards his mother, whose pants were almost down. Wang Ping suddenly found a burst of strength and yelled, slapping the fourth brother hard across the groin with his left hand. The man cried out "Ah!" and collapsed to the side, clutching his genitals. Before Wang Ping could even stand up, he was tripped by the eldest brother and fell to the ground. But Wang Ping also kicked the eldest brother, hitting him squarely in the groin. The eldest brother also cried out "Ah!" and clutched his genitals, screaming.

"Third brother, cripple him! Looks like this kid's got a death wish."

Just as Wang Ping stood up, a sharp knife plunged into his chest, and blood gushed from the wound. But Wang Ping still struggled with the third brother. At this moment, the fourth brother also got up and stabbed Wang Ping in the back...

Just as Wang Ping took the first stab, Liu Ying couldn't bear it any longer; she didn't care about anything else. She thought, if Wang Ping died, what was the point of her living? So she recklessly crawled out of the bushes and shouted, "The police are here! The police are here!"

Wang Fang and Xiao Qing followed, shouting, "The police are here! The police are here!"

Just then, a police car drove by, its siren blaring from afar.

Hearing the alarm, the thugs knew the police were really here, and with a life in their hands, they didn't care about the White Tiger or Black Tiger they hadn't yet obtained. They hurriedly took off running, wishing they had more legs. In less than two minutes, they were gone without a trace.

“Ping’er…” Seeing her son lying in a pool of blood, Quan Hong collapsed onto him and fainted.

“Wang Ping…” “Ping…” “Brother…” “Brother Wang…” Zhao Lin, Liu Ying, Wang Fang, and Xiao Qing were all crying and shouting with tears streaming down their faces.

At this time, Liu Jing also went to the management office, found a security guard, rented a car, and hired two security guards and several temporary workers to come over. It turned out that she had called the police, but after a while, the police had not arrived. However, she knew that every minute of delay would put her mother and Wang Ping in greater danger. So she only sent a few people first.

When the police arrived at the resort, Wang Ping was already on the operating table at the best hospital in Taiyang City—Taiyang City First Hospital.

Chapter 53

When Wang Ping woke up, it was already Sunday afternoon, which meant that he had been lying in the hospital bed for two days.

Wang Ping’s injuries were not actually very serious. Although it looked like he had been stabbed seven times by the assailant, none of the stabs hit any vital organs, and not even his intestines were damaged. It was truly fortunate and incredible. It was seven cuts! Could it be divine intervention? But Wang Ping had lost a lot of blood, and his injuries were quite severe, requiring surgery and stitches in every wound—one requiring seven stitches in one place. That's why he had been unconscious until now.

The first thing Wang Ping said when he woke up was, "Mom, Aunt Lin, are you alright?"

Hearing this, tears welled up in the eyes of the two beautiful women once again. The other women present also shed tears, and even Xiao Qing started crying beside them.

Quan Hong held her son's head tightly in her arms, saying, "Ping'er, Mom's alright, your godmother's alright too..." Before she could finish, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhao Lin continued, picking up where Quan Hong left off: "Ping'er, your godmother is alright. You were really reckless back then. If you had really… the first person who wouldn't want to live would be your mother… and of course, your Jing'er, Ying'er, and Fang'er. Look at their swollen eyes from crying these past few days."

"Godmother? You're my godmother?" Wang Ping looked at Zhao Lin with a puzzled expression, then at his mother.

"Ping'er, Aunt Zhao has already taken you as her godson. Your mother agreed when your Aunt Lin brought it up this morning. Quickly call her godmother."

"Godmother!" Wang Ping called out softly and sweetly.

"Yes…" Zhao Lin answered Wang Ping loudly and happily.

Wang Fang, Liu Jing, and Liu Ying also leaned against the hospital bed, watching him talk to his mother and godmother with tender affection.

At this moment, a doctor and a nurse entered from the ward. The nurse told the women in the ward, "The patient has lost a lot of blood and is still very weak. He needs to rest. Don't talk to him too much. Also, only two people can stay here to care for him; the rest of you have to go back. It's hospital policy."

After asking Wang Ping and Quan Hong some questions, the doctor left the ward.

Just as they were leaving, the nurse turned back and said, "In five minutes, you all have to follow the rules and leave the ward!"

Hearing that only two people could stay, Liu Jing, Liu Ying, and Wang Fang all insisted on staying.

But in the end, Quan Hong said, "You all go. You all have class tomorrow. I and Ping'er's godmother will stay here."

The three beauties didn't say anything and had to obey, because it was an order from their "boss," whom they liked. How could they disobey?

Just before leaving, Quan Hong remembered the "Hongpingfang" family health oral liquid and hurriedly said to her daughter Wang Fang, "Fang'er, go home and get that health product. I'm so forgetful, I even forgot about it. Go quickly."

"I'll drive with you to get it!" Liu Jing didn't know what it was either, thinking it was some kind of powerful tonic. But as long as it was useful for the man she loved, she was willing to do it.

Since it was on the way, Liu Jing first dropped her sister and daughter off at their doorstep before driving to Wang Ping's house. Half an hour later, the two women returned, bringing dinner from Quan Hong and Zhao Lin. Because Wang Ping had lost too much blood and had talked too much earlier, he had fallen asleep again. The two beautiful young women gazed tenderly at their beloved for a while before obediently leaving the ward. Liu Jing felt it wouldn't be good to leave Wang Fang alone at home, so she asked her to come to her mother's house with her.

After the two beautiful women finished their dinner, they didn't bother to clean up the dishes and put them in the cupboard. The two women then went to the hospital bed, each on one side, to keep Wang Ping company.

At 8:30 p.m., Wang Ping woke up. He felt he had slept very well and even had a happy dream in which he slept naked with his godmother.

When Quan Hong saw her son wake up, she quickly took the "miracle drug" that Wang Fang had brought from beside the bed, unscrewed the tightly sealed cap, and said to her son, "Ping'er, quickly drink this. I almost forgot; this is the secret recipe you and we made." Wang Ping

then remembered the health tonic he, his mother, and sister usually made and knew its miraculous power. So, he took the bottle from his mother and drank more than half of it in one gulp. This time, he was taking the "Hongping type." Seeing her son's

eagerness, Quan Hong laughed and said, "Ping'er, look how impatient you are. No one's going to take it from you. Drink slowly, ah..."

Wang Ping took a couple more sips and finished the entire bottle of "Hongping type" health tonic.

Quan Hong took out another bottle of "Pingfang-type" health supplement, unwrapped the bandages from her son's wounds, soaked a cotton ball in the supplement, and applied it to the seven wounds on her son's body. After a while, she applied it a second time, repeating this process four times until the entire bottle of "Pingfang-type" health supplement was used up.

After applying it, she re-bandaged her son's wounds.

After drinking the miraculous medicine, Wang Ping felt a surge of heat coursing through his body, sometimes reaching his head, sometimes his feet, sometimes his hands, and sometimes even his penis.

Wang Ping closed his eyes tightly, letting the vital energy flow through his body. He felt light and airy, as if he were about to ascend to heaven. Under the influence of the divine medicine, Wang Ping soon drifted off to sleep in Quan Hong's arms.

Quan Hong saw that her son's face was turning red, unlike the deathly pale face of the afternoon. She knew that the special health-preserving liquid she and her son had prepared was taking effect. She gently stroked her son's face, thinking to herself: Why didn't I think of using it sooner? I always carefully collected it and kept it on my bookshelf, just in case. If I had used this medicine earlier, perhaps my son would already be penetrating my vagina. Thinking of this, she felt an itch in her lower body. 02-27
Chapter 54

Quan Hong was talking to Zhao Lin while holding her son when she suddenly felt her son's hand touching her vulva. Quan Hong let her son touch her.

After a while, she saw her son smiling again, murmuring repeatedly, "Mommy, I love you... I love you..."

Hearing her son say "Mommy, I love you" in his sleep, Quan Hong became excited again. Her son hadn't entered her for two days, especially at night. Without his large penis inside her, she felt empty, as if something was missing, and couldn't sleep.

Quan Hong asked Zhao Lin to lock the small lock on the ward. This was a high-class ward, like a small home, fully equipped, and one could even cook their own meals. There was a button by the bed; pressing it would immediately summon a nurse to ask what they needed. Locking the small lock made it safer. This was specially provided for high-ranking guests.

After Zhao Lin returned to the bed, the two lay on opposite sides of Wang Ping, one on his left and the other on his right. Quan Hong had already removed all her clothes. Two large breasts were displayed before Zhao Lin's eyes, causing her face to flush red. It was the first time she had ever seen such full breasts; even her own were probably not as large.

Quan Hong placed her son's head between her two large breasts, turned her head to Zhao Lin, and said, "Sister Lin, don't laugh at me. My son likes to do this all the time."

"Ah?..." Zhao Lin was taken aback, thinking to herself: Ping'er likes to do this just like Ying'er, but Ping'er is a boy in his first year of high school, unlike my Ying'er and my mother, who are girls.

"Sister Lin, are you a little surprised?" Quan Hong asked again when she saw Zhao Lin blushing and not answering. "Sister Lin, do you like Ping'er?"

This time Zhao Lin answered quickly, "Yes, I like him so much. Didn't I adopt him as my godson? How could I not like him?"

"Do you agree that Liu Jing and Liu Ying should both serve Ping'er with the same man?"

"What can I say now? They both love Ping'er so much, so I can only let them be. Actually, I'm at ease knowing they're with Ping'er. Ping'er is a reliable man."

"Sister Lin, do you know what medicine Ping'er just took?"

"Didn't you say it was some kind of 'Hong Ping Fang' family health oral liquid?... Hmm, I don't think I've ever heard of such a health product?... Strange, how come it has the same names as you, Ping'er, and Fang'er?... Oh, right, aren't you a famous scientific and technological talent in our city? Hongmei, tell me, did you develop it yourselves?"

"Yes, we developed it together, but Ping'er was the first to discover its function."

"Hongmei, what are its functions?"

"Wait a moment, you'll know when Ping'er wakes up... Oh, and what do you think of my skin?" With that, Quan Hong stretched out her bare right hand for Zhao Lin to see.

Zhao Lin gently held Quan Hong's pink hand. Although she had spent two days with Quan Hong, this was the first time Zhao Lin had observed her so carefully, so closely. As she looked, she touched her hand: "Wow, Hongmei, your skin is so delicate! It's like the skin of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. I'm afraid even Jing'er's skin isn't as delicate as yours."

"Sister Lin, what are you saying? It's not as good as you make it out

to be." "Hongmei, can I have some of this wonderful health supplement?"

"Sure, but we don't have any now. Ping'er, you two can make some yourselves when she wakes up."

"Wasn't it you, the scientist, who developed it? Why can't it be made until Ping'er wakes up?"

Quan Hong smiled without answering. She looked at Zhao Lin and said, "Sister Lin, could you... sleep with Ping'er like this? You don't know, every time Ping'er is sick, I hold him naked in my arms like this. I don't know why, but as long as I hold him like he did when he was little, Ping'er gets better faster. If both of us mothers do this now... I think Ping'er will get better even faster."

At this moment, Quan Hong had already begun preparing for her son to become his godmother. Since their family started using "Hong Ping Fang" family health oral liquid, they had been very healthy, not even having a minor cold. Now, Quan Hong was just looking for a reason to let Zhao Lin sleep next to her son like she did, and also become one of her son's women.

Because Quan Hong discovered how much her son craved having sex with both mother and daughter. At first, it was with her and her daughter, then with his aunt and his sister Yu, and later with his second aunt and his sister Ming and sister Feng.

He noticed that his son always alternated between penile and vaginal penetration, rarely separating them for individual acts. He also discovered that his son's excitement when having sex with both mother and daughter was far greater than when he was with only one.

If he could bring Zhao Lin into the picture now, it would only be a matter of time before his son had sex with all three of them.

Zhao Lin had heard that this was beneficial to Ping'er's condition, and although she wasn't Ping'er's mother, she was his godmother. Zhao Lin thought, Ping'er risked his life to protect her and his mother, so she should do something for Ping'er. She also thought that this might make some sense, because when Ying'er was sick, she always wanted her to sleep naked with her. Thinking this, she slowly took off her clothes and, like Quan Hong, lay naked on Wang Ping's right side, embracing him with her two large, firm breasts.

"Wow, Sister Lin, yours are so big! You'd better be prepared!"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Lin looked at Quan Hong with some confusion.

“When Ping’er sees big breasts, he acts like a three-year-old, insisting on touching and sucking them until he’s had his fill. Do you think he’ll still not touch and suckle them when he wakes up and finds your big breasts right there?”

“Since Ping’er likes them, I’ll let him have his way. It’s just touching and sucking them, right? Besides, aren’t I his godmother? A godmother is still a mother. Just treat him like your own son touching and suckling your mother’s breasts. Actually, after what happened yesterday afternoon, Ping’er risked his life to save us, so I’ve already treated him like my own son.”

“Sister Lin, it’s great that you think that way. I’m afraid you’ll be embarrassed later. Okay, let’s go to sleep too. I don’t know if we’ll still be able to sleep when this little devil wakes up.”

After saying that, Quan Hong smiled at Zhao Lin, placed her son’s head between her breasts, and embraced him with her two large breasts on her left. Just after 10:30, the two beautiful women fell asleep. They were indeed very tired these past two days.

At one o'clock in the morning, Wang Ping woke up. Thanks to what his sister called the "miracle drug," Wang Ping felt that his wound was no longer as painful as it had been a few hours earlier, with even the slightest movement. He tried moving it a few times and pressing on the wound, but felt nothing unusual and experienced no pain. He believed his injury was about 80-90% healed.

Wang Ping looked left and right, only to find his two mothers, one on each side, naked and embracing him, their four large breasts on either side. He touched his mother's breasts on the left, then moved to his godmother's on the right. After a while, his penis became erect. He then reached for his mother's and godmother's lower bodies, finding that neither of them were naked.

He thought to himself: It's common for his mother to be naked next to him, but why is his godmother also lying naked next to him? Did his mother have already persuaded his godmother? Or does his godmother have a habit of sleeping naked with Yingying, so she thought that since he was asleep, nothing would happen, and that's why she's sleeping naked next to him? Oh well! Whatever the reason, why think so much? Anyway, now that both mothers are lying naked next to me, I might as well touch them.

Wang Ping's left hand boldly touched his mother's bare mons pubis, while his right hand gently slid to his godmother's inner thigh, where there was also no hair. This confirmed the three things he had heard: once from Liu Ying that her mother didn't have any hair, a second time from his homeroom teacher that his own mother was like her, and a third time from the thugs at the resort by the Sun River who said his godmother was a "white tiger" (a term used to

describe someone who is pubic hair). But he had never seen or touched it himself. Now, he truly felt it. Wang Ping's right hand didn't dare to enter rashly, but only rubbed between the two thick labia, his movements light. His left hand was different, because it was his mother's left side, a place he knew all too well. He used to visit it countless times every day. When his left middle finger entered his mother's cave, she woke up.

"Ping'er, you're awake. Are you feeling better?" Quan Hong ignored her son's probing of her vulva and instead cared about his condition.

"Mom, I'm fine, it seems like there's not much of a problem. With our miracle medicine, I think I'm about 95% better. It's just that my little brother down there is really hungry."

"You little lecher, you've only had surgery for less than two days and you're already thinking about that kind of thing." Quan Hong propped herself up with her right hand, looking at her son tenderly, gently stroking his face with her left hand, and pressing her lips to his.

Wang Ping kissed his mother while his left hand kneaded her two large breasts pressed against his chest, and his right hand continued to rub his godmother's vulva. A moment later, he withdrew his tender tongue from his mother's smooth mouth and said softly, "Mom, comfort my little brother, he really wants to stay in Mom's warm embrace."

Quan Hong gestured to her son with her gentle eyes and said, "Ping'er, you don't know how many times you've entered your mother's body. Your godmother is right beside you, don't you want to try something new?"

"Mom... is it okay?"

Quan Hong glanced at her son and said with a smile, "You little pervert, what do you think? A woman is sleeping naked next to you, do you think it's okay to insert your penis into her little breasts?"

Quan Hong felt a strange pleasure saying these words in front of her son.

After Quan Hong finished speaking, she gently kissed her son's cheek again.

Chapter 55

Since having intimate contact with his mother, Wang Ping's fondness for women like his mother was greater than that for women like his sister and his homeroom teacher. He always felt that ejaculating inside his mother was more stimulating than inside his sister, thrusting in his aunt's vagina was more exciting than in Yu Jie's, and orgasm in his second aunt's vagina was more exhilarating than in Ming Jie and Feng Jie's.

Therefore, whenever he indulged in a mother-daughter feast, he would usually ejaculate inside the mother's vagina within the mother's vagina. Even when he first saw his godmother, his penis stood up faster and harder than when he watched his homeroom teacher swaying her plump buttocks as she walked. Perhaps this was because he had grown up in his mother's naked arms.

Now, hearing his mother say this, Wang Ping's heart suddenly raced, and his middle finger, which had been outside his godmother's vagina, suddenly slid into the wet opening.

"Ah..." Zhao Lin woke up with a start. She had just had a very exciting dream, in which her godson was penetrating her vagina, and when his penis entered her cleft, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry of excitement and woke up.

Zhao Lin felt something moving in her lower body. Touching it, she realized it was Wang Ping's small hand playing with her breasts. A blush instantly spread across her face, and she said shyly to Wang Ping and Quan Hong, "Ping'er, don't do this, quickly pull your finger...out...Hongmei, Ping'er's finger...is inside me, quickly call him...ah...you naughty godson, don't dig, ah..."

Zhao Lin couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her private parts hadn't been touched by a man for over ten years; how could she not be excited, how could she not be thrilled?

“Godmother, I love you so much, I want you, give yourself to me, look how uncomfortable my little brother is.”

“Ping’er, I…”

“Sister Lin, look how much Ping’er loves you, how much he wants you, just say yes.”

“Hongmei, I’m Ping’er’s godmother, and the mother of Jing’er and Ying’er, how can I…”

“Sister Lin, what’s wrong with that? I’m still Ping’er’s mother, and Ping’er has already taken a bath down there, not to mention you’re his godmother…Sister Lin, don’t you love Ping’er?”

“Of course I do!…”

“Then that’s settled…Ping’er, your godmother has agreed, what are you waiting for?” Quan Hong finished speaking and began to knead Zhao Lin’s breasts with her hands.

“Godmother, here it comes…” Before Zhao Lin could answer, Wang Ping rolled over and pressed down on her.

Quan Hong, standing by, also helped Wang Ping. Worried that her son wasn't fully recovered, she quickly said, "Ping'er, don't panic, Mom will help you. Sister Lin, you cooperate too... Hmm, like this, okay, Ping'er, go in."

With a thrust, Wang Ping's penis went in two-thirds of the way. He hit something soft at the top, blocking his entry.

Zhao Lin let out a loud "Ah!" and then said to Wang Ping, "Ping'er, be gentle! You're hitting my G-spot! Don't push any further! Ah... Ping'er, you're going to break your godmother! Ah..."

"Godmother, a small part of my little brother is still outside. How can it feel good like this?"

It turned out that Zhao Lin's vagina was relatively shallow; it could accommodate an ordinary man, but with Wang Ping's extremely long and large penis, she couldn't handle it. Not wanting to disappoint Wang Ping, she said, "Ping'er, try slowly... don't use too much force... ah..."

Before Zhao Lin could finish speaking, Wang Ping increased his force, and his thick penis slowly pushed into his godmother's uterus.

"Ah... Ping'er, be gentle, ah... ah... Hongmei, I'm going to die, ah..."

With Zhao Lin's scream, Wang Ping's penis was completely inside his godmother's vagina, and the tip of the long rod had penetrated into her uterus. He felt his glans being tightly gripped by his godmother's cervix, a tightness he had never experienced with any of the women he had penetrated.

Wang Ping felt his glans being squeezed uncomfortably, almost to the point of ejaculation. He quickly pulled his penis out and then gently and slowly pushed it back in. After repeating this several times, he found the feeling extremely comfortable. Each time he inserted it, his glans felt a tingling sensation, which quickly transmitted to his brain's central nervous system, producing an unprecedented pleasure.

"Ah...ah...Ping'er, Hongmei, I'm going to...ascend to heaven, ah...ah..."

With Zhao Lin's cries, her uterus began to contract, and a gush of vaginal fluid surged out.

Wang Ping felt his penis being constantly squeezed and released, loosened and tightened by his godmother's tender flesh, just like when he was drinking his aunt's and Sister Yu's breast milk.

Thinking of this, he began to miss his aunt and Sister Yu again. Although he could suckle women's breasts every day, they didn't produce milk; it was just a stimulating sensation that gave him a little pleasure. As he thought about this, Wang Ping's thrusting became slower and gentler than before. He wanted his godmother to moan more loudly and with greater pleasure.

"Ah... Ping'er... you're so good, ah... Hongmei, I'm coming again, ah... ah..."

Just as his godmother was reaching her second climax, Wang Ping finally ejaculated inside her uterus. Zhao Lin felt a powerful jet of fluid spray onto her uterine wall, a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation—a feeling she had never experienced or felt in her forty-one years, a feeling that brought her such excitement, such pleasure, and such a climax.

“Ping’er, your godmother loves you so much! You make me so happy and comfortable, something I haven’t experienced in my forty-one years. And today, Ping’er, you’ve given me this, you’ve given me… but… but…”

After ejaculating inside his godmother, Wang Ping didn’t immediately pull his penis out. This was a habit he had developed over time; he wanted his little brother to soak in the mixed fluids of love between a man and a woman for a while longer so it would become stronger and more powerful.

“Godmother, but what is it?”

“You little rascal, I’m happy now, but how am I going to face Jing’er and Ying’er in the future?” Zhao Lin said softly to Wang Ping, and rubbed his buttocks with her hand.

“Sister…” Quan Hong also spoke at this moment, but she only called him “Sister,” omitting the “Lin.” She thought that since she had become her son’s woman, she should be more affectionate and not call him “Sister Lin” anymore. Just now, she had been watching her son and his godmother's intimate moment, and her own lower body was already wet with desire. She was currently using her fingers to plug her vagina.

"Didn't Ying'er and the others give themselves to Ping'er too? What's there to be ashamed of? I think I'll tell them about you and Ping'er tomorrow, I think they'll be very happy... Ah... Ping'er, be gentle, why are you so rough with your mother, ah..."

It turned out that Wang Ping's penis had already entered his mother's already wet and juicy vagina. Just now, Wang Ping had heard his mother talking to his godmother, and only then did he remember that his mother was right beside him.

He thought: He had been sleeping in the hospital bed for the past two days, and his mother had been hungry for two days, especially at night. Without his huge penis inside her, did she feel empty? Could she sleep? Thinking of this, he felt he needed to comfort his mother. He had originally intended to give himself to his mother first, but she wanted him to try something new, and since his godmother was also naked beside him, he felt an indescribable allure attracting him, so he entered his godmother's new cave first.

"Mom, are you hungry?"

"Ah...you naughty boy, it's you who's hungry, Mom isn't hungry, ah..."

"Sister, Ping'er is really something, I've already advanced twice, how come he's still so fierce?" Zhao Lin dropped the "Hong" from "Hongmei" when she spoke, as she cleaned the white mixture slowly flowing from her vagina.

"Sister, don't throw it away, ah...Ping'er, stop for a moment, um...okay, you're really Mom's good son...Sister, didn't you just ask Ping'er what kind of medicine he took? What's flowing out of you now is that special medicine, I wonder if the medicine you and Ping'er made is effective, whether it works, because we and Ping'er are related by blood?"

"Sister, this is the medicine, you mean the medicine Ping'er took just now, it's you and Ping'er's...that combined, is there such a strange thing in the world? I really don't understand."

Zhao Lin said as she plugged the opening with her hand, she got up and took the empty bottle from the bedside, put it at the opening of her vagina, and let the mixture in her body flow into the bottle. Because Wang Ping had ejaculated into her uterus, not much had flowed out earlier, and now it was flowing very slowly. In no time, the bottle was about half full.

"Sister, try some, see if you feel anything special?"

"Eat this? I...I..."

Seeing that his godmother was hesitant to eat, Wang Ping took the bottle from her hand and said, "Godmother, if you're afraid to eat, then I'll feed you." With that, Wang Ping drank the half-bottle of liquid and moved his bulging lips to his godmother's.

Seeing her godson doing this, Zhao Lin had no choice but to open her small mouth. As soon as she opened it, she felt a large stream of cool liquid slide down her esophagus into her stomach.

"Sister, do you feel anything?"

"Cool, ah, now that it's in my stomach, it's warm again..."

"Sister, that's right... Ping'er, you and your godmother can do it too. Ah... ah... you little rascal, why are you getting up so fast again? Ah... Mommy's going to cum, ah... ah..."

Chapter 56

Under the careful "care" of the two mothers, Wang Ping's illness was completely cured on the third day after he was admitted to the hospital, but in order not to arouse suspicion, he still stayed in the hospital for a week. During this week, neither of the mothers went home for a single day, and they cooked all three meals a day in the hospital ward.

Quan Hong had asked Director Xie for leave, saying that she was not feeling well. As soon as Quan Hong finished speaking, Director Xie readily agreed to Quan Hong's sick leave, and even said that he would bring several colleagues from the department to visit her, but Quan Hong politely declined. In fact, Quan Hong had not told her colleagues where she was staying, so they could only say some words of blessing to Quan Hong on the phone.

As for Zhao Lin, she felt completely at ease staying with Wang Ping at the hospital, letting her godson's long penis penetrate her vagina every day, enjoying unprecedented pleasure. Because, with just a phone call, the company would operate normally.

After a week, Zhao Lin felt she couldn't live without her godson. Although she had been with two men, their penises were below average, barely touching her clitoris, and that was only because her vagina was shallow. Being penetrated by her godson Wang Ping was truly exhilarating. She finally understood what sex and intercourse meant after forty-one years. Only such "sexual acts" could generate deep "love," only such "mating" could produce endless "joy."

She loved the feeling of Wang Ping kissing her, she craved the pleasure from his caresses of her breasts, and she especially craved the immense excitement of her godson grinding her clitoris and then penetrating her uterus.

These past few days, Wang Ping had also developed a liking for Zhao Lin. Whenever he pleased his mother, he would slip into Zhao Lin's shallow opening. He loved the feeling of his penis head being tightly gripped by his godmother's soft cervix; the pleasure was indescribable for this high-achieving student.

Today was Saturday again, and Wang Ping was finally discharged from the hospital this afternoon. That meant he had stayed there for a full eight days.

A group of people led Wang Ping back to the 20th-floor apartment, the place that had brought him warmth and happiness for eight days.

Of course, he had lived like a god during those seven days in the hospital, but being in the hospital, there were still many things to consider; he couldn't be as unrestrained as he was at home.

As soon as Wang Ping entered the house, Wang Fang pulled him into the room. She hadn't received any comfort from her brother for a week; this was the first time in a long time. She had masturbated countless times that week, but how could that compare to the powerful thrusting of her brother?

No sooner had the brother's penis entered the sister's tender vagina than Liu Jing and Liu Ying entered as well. They also wanted Wang Ping to comfort them, because they, too, hadn't had Wang Ping's penis, which gave them such pleasure, for a week.

As soon as the two sisters entered, they said, "You've been having so much fun in the hospital, have you completely forgotten about us?"

While Wang Ping was penetrating the sister, he said to Liu Jing and Liu Ying, "Do you think I'd be having fun in the hospital? You two should go and stay for a few days and see. I'm suffering terribly, and you're still saying this."

"What? You think we don't know?"

"What do you know?"

"Forget it, do you want us to just say it straight... You're having sex with both mothers every day in the hospital... Aren't you happy?" Liu Ying patted Wang Ping's naked buttocks and said.

"Don't talk nonsense..."

"Brother, stop pretending, ah... so comfortable, ah... Brother, your sister is coming, ah..."

In fact, on the fifth day after Wang Ping was admitted to the hospital, which was Wednesday of this week, the three of them discovered that Wang Ping had already entered the jade caves of two mothers in the hospital.

That day, it was the sharp-eyed Wang Fang who first discovered it. When she saw that there were two bottles on the bedside table, both containing a light white liquid, one labeled "Hongping" and the other labeled "Linping", she knew that the two mothers must have been "making medicine" with her brother every day in the hospital. She knew that the two bottles she brought from home contained the health liquid made by her mother and her brother, and she was also sure that the medicine would be used up by Monday at the latest, not to mention that one of the bottles was labeled "Pingfang". But now it had become "Linping".

She thought to herself: No wonder her godmother's skin looked so much better than a few days ago. She touched her godmother's hands, which were also much smoother than before.

"No wonder, Mom's complexion and skin are so different from before," Liu Ying murmured softly beside her.

Seeing that his sister had reached her climax, Wang Ping suddenly pulled Liu Ying onto the bed and quickly pulled his penis out of his sister's vagina, inserting it into Liu Ying's vagina.

"You just want to have fun, right? I'll let you ascend to heaven."

"Ping, slow down, be gentle." Liu Jing said to Wang Ping from the side, "Ying is pregnant."

"What did you say?" Wang Ping, with his long spear erect, was about to rush in when he heard Liu Jing's words and couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Ying, is it true? Am I going to be a father?"

"Look how happy you are... Yes, you'll be a father in a few months... What are you daydreaming about? Come in quickly, you haven't comforted me for a week... and you're still so slow."

"Ying, you're pregnant, can you still?"

"Yes," Liu Jing said to Wang Ping from the side, "but be gentle, be gentle, and be careful to go in slowly and come out slowly."

"Ping, let me tell you, my sister is also pregnant with your child. Ah... so comfortable, ah..."

Wang Ping kissed Liu Jing sitting next to him again and said, "Teacher Liu, is it true?"

"You silly thing, still calling me Teacher Liu!" Liu Jing gently tapped Wang Ping on the head.

"Jing, I love you." After saying that, Wang Ping withdrew his penis from Liu Ying's body and gently inserted it into Liu Jing's lower body again.

Chapter 57

In August, Wang Fang received her admission notice to Taiyang No. 1 High School with the highest score in the city. Although it was still early before school started and before the class assignments, Wang Ping believed that his sister would definitely be in the top class and would definitely become the school beauty with an absolute advantage.

Wang Ping was still far ahead, sitting at the top of the first-year students. In the final exam of the second semester of the first year of high school, he scored a total of 792 points, losing only 1 point per subject on average. In fact, he scored full marks of 100 in five subjects: mathematics, physics, chemistry, English, and history. He only lost 4 points in Chinese and 2 points each in geography and politics. This score was 90 points higher than the second place.

Liu Ying and Liu Jing's bellies also appeared to be growing, after all, they were already six months pregnant. To avoid detection, they both applied for leave from school in May, obtaining certificates stating they had contracted tuberculosis. This disease necessitates isolation and at least six months of treatment. Since they were both infected, visits were generally discouraged, ensuring that only Wang Ping and her sister knew about their pregnancies.

Liu Ying didn't apply for a leave of absence, claiming she would study at home. She was naturally a strong self-taught student, and with Wang Ping and her sister at home, she learned even better than at school. After Wang Ping brought home the final exam papers for her to work on, Liu Ying called several teachers at school to grade them. She ended up with a total score of 730, meaning she should be second in the first year of high school at Taiyang No. 1 Middle School.

Wang Ping's homeroom teacher changed to Mr. Ouyang, a man nearing fifty.

This significantly reduced Wang Ping's inspiration for language arts; she lost 4 points on the final exam, including 1 point on basic knowledge and 3 points on the essay. If Liu Jing were teaching Chinese, he thought he would undoubtedly get 100 points again, because Liu Jing would never deduct points from his compositions; she always gave them full marks.

Zhao Lin was also pregnant with Wang Ping's child, conceiving during the few days Wang Ping was hospitalized. Those days, she kept thinking, "That kid's been squeezing into my uterus every day, no wonder I got pregnant." Although she conceived Wang Ping's child a month later than her two daughters, she was already five months along, and her belly looked quite large. However, she was a free agent; she didn't need to ask for leave from anyone else, only from herself. She was also satisfied with the company's employees. The company's profits were less than when she was there, but not by much. She thought as long as there was a profit, that was enough.

Watching the bellies of several women grow larger one after another, Quan Hong felt as if something was missing.

Once, she said to her son, "Ping'er, let me have one for you too?"

Wang Ping touched his mother's full breasts and said, "Mom, I don't want us to have anything else."

Quan Hong looked a little confused and asked her son again, "Why is that?"

At this moment, Wang Ping inserted his thick and long penis into his mother's vagina and said with a smile, "First, it's to keep Mom's figure the best in the world. Second, I want Mom to love only me. If we have a little baby, wouldn't Mom's heart be divided a bit from me? Mom, you can be a grandma in peace."

Quan Hong pinched her son's incredibly childish face and said, "I don't want to be a grandma. Just hearing those two words makes me feel like I've aged ten years. I want them all to call me auntie..."

Even as the three women were heavily pregnant, Wang Ping did not stop entering the three women's vaginas.

His mother and godmother both told him, "The easiest woman to penetrate is a pregnant woman, and the most comfortable vagina is a pregnant vagina. As the saying goes, 'Nothing tastes better than an old hen, and nothing feels better than a pregnant woman's vagina.'"

Hearing this, he naturally didn't miss the opportunity to gain even greater pleasure.

He found it felt different; the vagina was wetter, slipperier, softer, and more supple than before.

After Wang Ping was discharged from the hospital, Zhao Lin and her two daughters moved in with Quan Hong. However, they no longer lived on the 20th floor; they bought two new apartments in a complex near Flower Fragrance Park, in the same building, unit, and floor—only two apartments in that building, unit, and floor.

One was registered under Quan Hong's name, and the other under Zhao Lin's. The reason they bought both apartments in the same building, unit, and floor was self-evident.

...

According to his sister, Ping'er has acquired three more beauties, one of whom is his mother, and the other two are his mother's daughters. Quan Lan had long wanted to see what kind of three beauties could make the handsome Ping'er fall in love with them all at the same time. Gao Ming's university had already started its summer break, but Gao Feng and her classmates still had to make up for more than twenty days of classes after the break, so Quan Lan and Gao Ming could only wait patiently every day.

As soon as Quan Lan led her two daughters, Gao Ming and Gao Feng, into her sister's new home, Wang Ping immediately hugged her tightly and pressed her against the door, kissing her passionately.

Quan Lan, disregarding the many people in the living room, responded passionately to Wang Ping, holding him tightly in her arms. A moment later, she felt a hand kneading her large breasts, and then a smooth, delicate hand caressing her smooth, hairless labia majora.

"Ah... Ping'er..." Quan Lan's heart raced. She hadn't felt such pleasure for half a year; how she longed for it, how she yearned for it.

"Second Aunt, Ping'er misses you so much! Why don't you come to see Ping'er? Have you forgotten about Ping'er? Don't you miss Ping'er's little brother anymore?" Wang Ping whispered softly in his second aunt's ear.

“Ping’er, your second aunt misses you too, ah…” Quan Lan felt a soft finger enter her flesh cavity. “Ah… Ping’er, let’s go inside. There are so many people here, it’s so embarrassing, ah…”

“Second aunt, what are you afraid of? They’ve seen men penetrate women before, and they’re not outsiders, they’re all Ping’er’s women. Besides, Ping’er hasn’t been inside your tender hole for so long, I can’t wait.”

After saying that, Wang Ping lifted up his second aunt’s skirt, quickly pulled down her panties, lifted her right leg, and with his left hand holding his thick penis, thrust it into her already overflowing flesh cavity.

"Ah...ah...Ping'er, be gentle, ah...you're going to kill your second aunt, ah...ah..."

Wang Ping hadn't heard his second aunt's beautiful moans for a long time, and he wanted her to moan even louder, so he started thrusting wildly. "Second aunt, Ping'er will make you want to be wild, Ping'er will make you happy."

Quan Hong went to the guest room to put away the things her sisters had brought, Wang Fang took Gao Ming and Gao Feng to her room, and Liu Xiaoqing and three pregnant women were watching TV on the sofa.

Liu Xiaoqing asked her mother, somewhat puzzled, "Mom, Mom, look what Brother Ping and that grandma are doing." Liu Xiaoqing thought Quan Lan looked similar to her maternal grandmother, so she called her grandma.

"That's your brother Ping whispering to his aunt. Brother Ping's aunt hasn't come for a long time, so of course Brother Ping misses his aunt. Qing'er, watch your TV." Liu Jing turned Liu Xiaoqing's head away from Wang Ping.

Quan Lan over there couldn't help but let out a series of wild moans. "Ah...ah...you little devil, ah...ah...Auntie's going to heaven, ah...ah..."

In just over five minutes, Quan Lan climaxed, and one of her legs began to weaken. She could only hook her arms around Wang Ping's neck, her face flushed, and say to him, "Ping'er, let Auntie rest for a while. There are two beauties waiting for you to comfort them in the room."

Just as Quan Lan was about to climax, she saw her two daughters enter Wang Fang's room. She also saw her younger daughter give her a meaningful look as she entered. Quan Lan understood what she meant—it was to let her brother in to have a meal with the two sisters.

Wang Ping felt his aunt's vagina contracting, knowing she had arrived, but he was still far from ejaculating. So, instead of pulling his penis out of his aunt's vagina, he carried her to his sister's room, intending to have a three-way battle with the women.

Half an hour later, all three women were subdued. And each of them climaxed twice. In the end, he still ejaculated wildly into his second aunt's wet vagina, leaving only a small amount in Gao Ming and Gao Feng's tender vaginas.

After Quan Lan came out of the room, she met her sister and Ping'er's three heavily pregnant women.

"Sister, you look so much younger. Look at your skin, it's so much smoother than before. Sister, you're so lucky... Oh, this must be Sister Lin. Wow, so beautiful, no wonder Ping'er likes her... These two beauties, no need to guess, this is Ping'er's homeroom teacher, and this must be Ping'er's class monitor."

Quan Hong and the three "fat women" also got up from the sofa to meet Quan Lan and exchanged a few compliments.

"Sister Lin," Zhao Lin was three years older than Quan Lan, so she called her sister, "You look so familiar. Where have we met before? You look like my sister."

"Yes, I also think you look a bit like my sister," Zhao Lin replied.

Quan Hong, Wang Fang, Liu Jing, Liu Ying, Gao Ming, and Gao Feng, standing to the side, were all somewhat confused. They didn't quite understand what the "sisters" and "younger sisters" were talking about. After a while, Quan Hong seemed to have a better grasp of things and remembered what her mother and older sister had told her when she was little. But Liu Jing and Liu Ying had never heard their mother mention that they had a younger sister, and Gao Ming and Gao Feng had never heard their mother mention that they had an older sister besides their aunt.

Quan Lan immediately pulled off Zhao Lin's maternity dress. Zhao Lin wasn't wearing any underwear, and Quan Lan immediately saw two very obvious birthmarks next to her plump labia majora and on her inner thighs. Quan Lan's eyes instantly welled up with tears: "Sister Hua... I'm Hua Mei..." She burst into tears and at the same time kicked off her own dress, revealing her clean, hairless vulva, which had just been penetrated by Wang Ping, red and raw.

At this moment, Zhao Lin also recalled a few childhood memories. She remembered that both she and her sister had two small black birthmarks, about the size of a little finger, on their inner thighs and next to their labia majora. Suddenly, she heard Quan Lan calling her "Sister Hua," and she was certain that the beautiful woman before her was her sister, whom she hadn't seen for thirty-six years.

"Sister Hua..."

The two women hugged each other, sobbing uncontrollably. They both remembered that when they were little, their parents liked to call them by their nicknames, "Sister Hua" and "Sister Hua."

Quan Hong's thoughts also became clear again. She also took off her skirt, and her private parts, like theirs, had those two obvious marks. Why hadn't she noticed this for almost half a year?

She really was her eldest sister...

No wonder she felt a sense of intimacy and familiarity when she first met her... No wonder that when her and Ping'er's fluids were mixed, it produced that magical effect. She remembered that when she was researching, mixing her colleague's semen with her son's didn't produce such a magical effect...

"Sister..." Quan Hong also threw herself onto her two older sisters.

Chapter Fifty-Eight.

At ten o'clock that night, Quan Hong, Zhao Lin, and Quan Lan lay on the large bed. Zhao Lin recounted the joys and sorrows of their separation over the past thirty years to her two younger sisters. Wang Ping was also present; he had come over after ejaculating inside five women—Liu Jing, Liu Ying, Wang Fang, Gao Ming, and Gao Feng—in two separate rooms. At this moment, his penis was inserted into his second aunt's tender vagina. He listened to his godmother—no, he should now call her his aunt—talk about her life while penetrating her.

Zhao Lin's original name was Quan Zi, but she had long forgotten it and had virtually no recollection of it. After more than thirty years, who would remember it? Zhao Lin's husband's surname was Liu, and his name was Liu Bing. His wife's surname was Zhao, and her name was Zhao Qin. Liu Bing's father was a small-time business owner before liberation, but his assets were confiscated after liberation. The couple had given Zhao Lin her name, and when registering her birth, she was listed as Zhao Qin's younger sister.

Thirty-six years ago, a day that was terrifying for Quan Zi, she couldn't remember at all now. For a period after leaving her parents, she was subjected to daily brainwashing; Liu Bing forcibly forced her to forget everything from her past.

"How I left my parents, what they looked like—I really don't know anything about it now. I have no memory of it at all. I only remember what I looked like as a child." Quan Zi said, getting up to find the only photo Liu Bing and Zhao Qin allowed her to keep—a picture of two little girls together. Pointing to the younger girl, Quan Zi said, "They also said that the girl in this picture was a neighbor from their old neighborhood."

"Ping'er, don't move… Sister, let me see the photo… Ah, sister, this is me, your Hua Mei… We slept together every day, how could you not remember? I have a photo like this at home too."

"Sister, do you really not remember anything at all?" Quan Hong asked Quan Zi from the side.

"I really don't remember..."

"Ping'er, slow down, be gentle, ah... Sister, I was only three years old then. Later, I heard from Mom and Dad that you disappeared one day when you came home from school. We couldn't find you, and we couldn't find your body either. At first, we searched every day and every month. We even put up missing person notices in the newspaper and posted them on the street, but it was all in vain. We searched for more than a year until my sister was born. It was as if you had vanished from the world. Later, Mom and Dad both said you were gone..."

"Sister, what happened after that? What can you remember?" Quan Hong asked from the side.

"I only remember being locked in my room every day when I was little, but they were very good to me. They didn't hit or scold me. They bought me lots of delicious snacks and candies, lots of comic books, and lots of toys. They were a couple who had been married for 10 years. They didn't have any children. Later, I found out that Zhao Qin was infertile. The main reason they kept me was probably to have someone to carry on their family line. I didn't understand any of this at the time. I grew up in a daze." "

I couldn't go to school, so they taught me at home. I did quite well, and they often praised me for being smart. After a few years, my relationship with them improved, and I started to accept them. They had a lot of savings, which Liu Bing's father left to him... I slept with them every day, and they would do 'that' in front of me at night. They cultivated my knowledge in this area from a young age... Then, when I was fourteen, he entered my body..."

"Wow, Auntie, isn't that a bit early?" Wang Ping, who was listening from the side, forgot to thrust. His penis was quietly inserted into his aunt's fat vagina.

“No wonder Jing’er is so big now,” Quan Hong and Quan Lan said in unison.

“The following year, Jing’er was born. They all loved her very much and doted on me even more. They didn’t neglect me because I gave birth to a girl for them. They even changed the names on all their savings accounts to mine. The four of us would chat and laugh at home and often play fun games. In this way, I slowly forgot everything from before, and later I had no memory of it at all… When Jing’er was five years old, they often took us out to play. At first, it was to the park, and later we went to big cities like Shanghai and Beijing…”

“Jing’er didn’t go to kindergarten when she was little. The three of us taught her at home. She was very smart, even smarter than I was at that age. By the time she was six, she had already learned the curriculum for the third grade of elementary school…”

“Wow, Jing’er is amazing.” “Wow, Sister Jing is amazing.” The three people standing to the side were stunned and occasionally uttered a few words of admiration.

"When Jing'er was seven, in the 1980s, the government returned the not-so-small assets that had been confiscated from Liu Bing's father to Liu Bing, and Liu Bing registered the business under my name."

"When Jing'er was eight, the couple died in a car accident. They didn't leave a word. Just like that, at twenty-three, I began to live independently and take on the responsibilities of this family..."

"Auntie, wait a minute, how did Yingying come to be?" Wang Ping asked, gently stroking Quan Zi's large breasts.

"Yes?..." Quan Lan and Quan Hong also asked from the side.

"The following year, I fell in love with one of my colleagues. This was my first love. My relationship with Liu Bing was both like husband and wife and also like father and daughter. My colleague's surname was also Liu, and his name was Liu Min. He loved me very much, and I loved him very much too, so we got together. He was a year younger than me, and he also loved Jing'er very much. When Jing'er was ten years old, we had Ying'er. At that time, Jing'er was already in junior high school. But the good times didn't last long. When Ying'er was four years old, Liu Min also died in a car accident. Later, I thought, maybe I'm a 'white tiger' who brings bad luck to husbands. From then on, I stopped thinking about finding a man... After that, I settled down to take care of Jing'er and Ying'er and honestly run this small company... Oh, sister, what about Mom and Dad?"

"Mom and Dad passed away when I had just started working..." Quan Hong choked up when she talked about her parents.

“Since you went missing, Mom and Dad have been even more loving towards us sisters. They pick us up from school every day until we went to university,” Quan Lan continued, picking up where Quan Hong left off. “Even when my sister was seventeen and had an affair with Wang Wei, they didn’t interfere much. They just taught us positively to walk our own paths.”

The three sisters talked until midnight before finally falling asleep, though Wang Ping’s penis remained inside their mother’s cozy home overnight.

…

Spring came again, everything was renewed, new buds sprouted on branches of all sizes, birds returned, the grass along the Sun River turned green again, Wang Ping was now a father of three, and Quan Lan, Gao Ming, and Gao Feng’s bellies were starting to grow…

Before summer vacation was over, Quan Lan’s family had already moved from Moon City. Gao Ming was still in university, and Gao Feng had transferred from Moon No. 1 Middle School to Sun No. 1 Middle School, but they both had to take a break from school again.

The two houses were renovated and connected, accommodating ten to twenty people. They were sleeping in large, custom-made beds that could sleep six to eight people at once.

Quan Hong also retired from her job, and the three sisters ran Quan Zi's former company together. Business was now ten times larger, with ten times more employees and twenty times more profits; naturally, employee salaries had increased fivefold. Just

as Quan Lan and her two daughters were about to give birth, Wang Qiang and his father suddenly died of some unknown illness. Wang Ping and his mother brought 50,000 yuan to the county town to handle the funeral arrangements for his uncle and Qiang before returning to Taiyang City with his mother. A week later, Quan Lan, Gao Ming, and Gao Feng each gave birth to a daughter for Wang Ping. The next day, Yang Yan and her daughter Wang Yu also arrived at Wang Ping's side. Knowing that Wang Ping was very fond of pubic hair, they had cleaned it beforehand, but this time not by shaving, but by using hair removal cream to completely remove it.

...

The sun in Sun City had long since set, and what appeared before the people of Sun City was a bustling night view. Quan Hong stood by the window, holding her eldest sister Quan Zi and her son Wang Ping's child in her arms. Quan Hong gently pulled back the pale yellow, plain curtains, and the vibrant and beautiful night view of Sun City came into view. Although she had moved into this new house several months ago, this was the first time she had seen the night view of Sun City from this high vantage point. Ah, how beautiful! She never imagined that Sun City had such a beautiful view. She slowly pushed open the large glass screen in front of her with one hand, and a gentle breeze drifted in, softly caressing her round face, which was now even more delicate than before.

Ah, how comfortable! This must be the first spring breeze of the year, why is it so pure?

The baby's little hands were waving incessantly, and a series of giggles came from her tender red mouth.

Quan Hong looked at the lovely little life in her arms and couldn't help but kiss the little girl's face a few times.

Just then, Quan Hong heard Xiao Qing ask her mother, "Mommy, why did Uncle give Grandma and Aunt Yingying each a little sister, but not me?"

"You're still too small. We can only give you a foreign little sister, not a real one," Liu Jing gently patted her daughter Liu Xiao Qing's face and answered.

"No! I want a real sister! Uncle Xiaoping, you're being unfair! Why won't you give me a real sister?" Liu Xiao Qing ran to Wang Ping's arms and started to whine.

At that moment, Wang Ping was nursing in his aunt Quan Zi's arms. Seeing Xiao Qing whining, he stopped nursing and patted his aunt's lower body, saying to Liu Xiao Qing, "Little Qingqing, yours is still very small. How can Uncle Xiaoping give you a real sister?"

“Uncle Xiaoping, isn’t mine just as bare as Grandma’s, Mom’s, and Aunt Ying’s? There’s no difference, right? Why do you say I’m still small? You’re just being biased!” Liu Xiaoqing pouted her red lips again after saying that.

Quan Zi, Quan Lan, Liu Jing, Liu Ying, Gao Ming, Gao Feng, Wang Fang, Yang Yan, and Wang Yu, who were standing nearby, couldn’t help but burst into laughter when they heard Xiaoqing’s words and saw her appearance.

Looking at these smiling faces full of spring and the gentle breeze blowing in from the window, Quan Hong felt that this room was a world of spring. Her son was like the spring breeze that awakened the grass, and they were like the grass that her son had turned green and awakened with boundless vitality… 02-27

The Grand Tutor, Chapter 1

“Ah…yawn…”

This was the third yawn that Kang Ziwen had yawned in the past half hour. There was really no way around it, after all, he only liked Western classical music, and he just couldn’t muster any interest in the concert of the local up-and-coming female idol singer that he was currently watching. He wouldn't have come at all if it weren't for the sponsor's strong invitation.

"Xian'er, Xian'er, I love you!" The venue was packed with young fans, more than 90% of whom were teenagers. The shouts of enthusiastic fans echoed around, including a boy who looked like a middle school student next to Ziwen.

During the intermission, Ziwen couldn't help but sigh, "Xian'er looks very youthful and lovely, but how can her singing be any good?"

The boy next to him immediately retorted, "Don't talk bad about Xian'er!"

Ziwen decided not to argue with this "blindly" loyal fan. At that moment, applause rang out, and Xian'er reappeared wearing a low-cut top and a white silk long skirt.

"Oh? Her figure is quite good, her bust must be over 35..."

Ziwen thought to himself. In fact, Xian'er was the fastest-rising female singer in the city recently. Her beautiful and youthful appearance, cheerful and lively image, and songs that reflected the mentality of young men and women made her very popular among young people. And so, she became the exclusive advertising model for a famous Japanese cosmetics brand. A high-ranking executive at that cosmetics company had a close relationship with Kang Ziwen, which explained why Ziwen was here tonight.

At this moment, Xian'er on stage slowly began to speak: "Now I'll be performing my new song, 'Goodbye, Sad Love,' I hope you all enjoy it!" As she finished speaking, a lyrical melody began to play, and enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

"...Did you hear that, sir? Wasn't she singing with great emotion? Not bad, right?" said the young man beside him. Indeed, Xian'er seemed to be singing with particular effort, and when she reached the climax of the song, her face flushed, her brows furrowed, and her voice tinged with a sob, as if she were completely immersed in this song depicting heartbreak.

Ziwen's sleepiness seemed to vanish suddenly, and he began to watch the female singer on stage with great interest. This greatly comforted the young man beside him.

By the last few lines, the female singer Xian'er was almost completely out of breath. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and beads of sweat glistened under the spotlights. Her body trembled slightly, causing her ample breasts to bounce gently.

"Ah... this is really interesting!" Ziwen seemed to murmur to himself.

Seeing Xian'er's condition, it seemed as if she might collapse at any moment. But thankfully, the song finally ended. Immediately, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue, everyone deeply moved by their idol's completely immersed performance.

Then, Xian'er immediately turned and walked backstage, but she walked very slowly. Watching her trembling legs as she walked, Kang Ziwen smiled subtly, then stood up and headed towards the restroom…

In one of the backstage corridors, rising idol Xian'er trudged along with difficulty. She had completely lost her composure; her fiery red face held a mixture of sorrow and joy, and she was breathing heavily. Sweat soaked her clothes, leaving a trail on the floor, and her wet chest clung to her clothes, outlining the contours of her breasts.

“Almost there… just… a little while longer… ahh…” Through her sweat-blurred vision in the corridor leading to the restroom, she saw a tall figure standing ahead. The man appeared to be only in his early twenties, very handsome. But Xian'er was preoccupied with her own problems and had no time to admire him.

"Miss Xian'er?"

"Who are you?...This place...is off-limits to non-staff...huh..."

"I'm a guest of the sponsors, so they let me in. Miss Xian'er, are you alright? You look terrible!"

"I'm fine...you go back...hurry up!" Xian'er said in a tone that was half pleading and half commanding.

"Alright then, I'll be going now." The young man, Kang Ziwen, started to leave in another direction, but as he passed by Xian'er, he said in a very low voice, "The concert isn't over yet. I suggest you take that vibrator out quickly, otherwise how will you continue singing?"

After saying that, he saw that Xian'er's face immediately turned pale—the expression of surprise, shame, and embarrassment that people show when their secrets are exposed. After seeing this expression, Ziwen gave her an ambiguous smile, and then left without looking back. However, Ziwen's smiling face was branded into Xian'er's heart, making her vaguely aware that the smile would reappear before her eyes...

"Hey! What are you doing over there? Come here right now!"

Hearing this deep voice, Xian'er immediately trembled. The voice belonged to a man in his thirties or forties, slightly overweight, with a very dignified appearance. Xian'er recognized him from the voice alone as Mr. Hong, the record company's boss.

Mr. Hong pulled Xian'er's hand into the empty men's restroom and locked the door. Immediately, he reached out like a hungry wolf and grabbed Xian'er's breasts!

"Oh! No! Take that thing out... The concert isn't over yet! Ugh..."

"Hehe, you lewd girl, do you still have a concert in your mind? Look! Your cherries are already this hard!" Mr. Hong pulled down Xian'er's low-cut dress, and a pair of plump breasts immediately "plop" out! Just as Mr. Hong had said, her pair of cherry-red nipples were already hard and erect like walnuts. Mr. Hong flicked one of the nipples with his finger, and she immediately shuddered as if struck by lightning.

Her delicate breasts were covered in beads of sweat, adding to her alluring charm. Mr. Hong couldn't resist grabbing her breasts and kissing them, sucking on the youthful sweat, the sweet scent of her body filling his nostrils, and hearing Xian'er's increasingly heavy breathing. The proud breasts of the youthful idol were now completely at Mr. Hong's mercy, kneading and shaping them until they were red.

Although it wasn't the first time he had played with this new female singer under his management, taking advantage of her backstage in the middle of a concert, after she had just performed in front of thousands of people, gave Mr. Hong a particularly fresh and exciting feeling.

Under Mr. Hong's kisses and sucking, Xian'er couldn't help but let out sensual and passionate gasps.

"Hey, still won't admit you're a slut?"

"No... oh... it's because of Mr. Hong's balls..."

"Damn it, you little slut, are you trying to say this is my fault? What an rude guy!" Without a second thought, Mr. Hong raised his hand and slapped her.

"Smack!" He didn't seem to see Xian'er as an employee, but rather as his servant.

"Ooh! I'm sorry! Xian'er is... a slut..." Touching her burning cheek, Xian'er hurriedly and humbly apologized. She seemed to have great awe for Mr. Hong, completely daring not to do anything against his wishes.

"That's more like it. You should have behaved yourself sooner. Let me see just how lewd you are!" With that, Mr. Hong pulled up Xian'er's skirt until it revealed her black silk lace panties. The panties were quite obscene in appearance, very narrow in the middle, and there seemed to be an oval-shaped thing slightly protruding from them. If you brought your face close, you could hear a faint sound like a mosquito flying by, and there were some wet traces of water flowing out from the side of the panties, wetting the inside of her thighs.

"You're so wet? Did you spill your juices on the floor on your way here?" Mr. Hong's unreservedly humiliating words made Xian'er bite her lower lip in grievance and remain silent. Mr. Hong gently pulled down the panties, and immediately a round thing that was covered by the panties and stuck to her triangle area fell off. Mr. Hong reached out and caught it; it was a pink, oval-shaped electric vibrator. The vibrator was still vibrating and humming, its gelatinous surface glistening with the wetness of her vaginal fluids.

Mr. Hong pressed the vibrating egg against Xian'er's face, smearing her face with his own juices, and the sound from the vibrating egg amplified the sadistic sensation she felt.

Then, Mr. Hong looked down again, and with her panties pulled down to her knees, the newly popular idol Xian'er's private parts were completely exposed! The inside of her snow-white thighs was a dark patch of pubic hair, the pubic hair reflecting a wet sheen after the lewd juices were absorbed by it, and Mr. Hong's nose immediately caught a whiff of aroused, lewd scent.

"What a lewd smell! I wonder if you would have come on stage like this if I had sung another song? Hehe..."

"Don't say such things... Oh... Ah! Don't put your fingers in!"

"How can I satisfy you, you slut, if I don't do this?" Mr. Hong inserted his fingers into her flesh hole and stirred them, immediately making a "slap, slap" sound as his fingers hit the wet flesh hole. Xian'er's moans further expressed her excitement - being stuffed into Aurora and then performing on a stage in front of thousands of audience members, that kind of public immoral behavior, besides the shame, also brought Xian'er a fresh kind of stimulation. The mature sensuality of a twenty-year-old was fully developed under the lewd sex toy and the public gaze, which made her have a small climax when she sang the last part on stage.

"Okay, lie down on the sink and spread your legs!"

"Oh...please spare me...Mr. Hong...it's almost time...we need to go back to the stage..."

"If I don't satisfy you fully, how can I get you to concentrate on singing later? Besides, you know you can't go against my will, right?" With that, Mr. Hong roughly pushed Xian'er toward the sink. Xian'er quickly braced herself against the edge of the sink to avoid hitting it.

(Indeed, I can't disobey him...) Xian'er knew this better than anyone else.

At this moment, the man stood behind Xian'er, took off his pants, and then pulled up Xian'er's skirt. He then slapped her snow-white buttocks with his palm and said, "Spread your legs!"

Xian'er obediently complied without further resistance, but she also realized that this meant her vulva, perineum, and anus would be completely exposed to the man standing behind her, making her feel an unbearable sense of humiliation.

Mr. Hong, however, was determined to humiliate her even more. He used both hands to pull apart Xian'er's labia, immediately revealing the pink, seemingly fresh and delicious flesh in the center. Its beautiful color and shape were as fresh and alluring as a virgin's. Mr. Hong pressed his face close to her vulva, magnifying the young woman's genitals in a close-up!

"Hehe..."

"Oh...no, don't...it's so embarrassing!"

Mr. Hong's penis was now hard and erect. He aimed at Xian'er's opening from behind and thrust forward with all his might!

"Ugh!!!" Because her vulva was already soaked, entry was very smooth. However, this was Xian'er's first time having intercourse while standing, and this unusual position gave her a fresh and exciting feeling.

Mr. Hong felt the new female singer's vulva tightly enveloping him, which felt incredibly pleasurable. He immediately grabbed the beauty's buttocks with both hands and began a piston-like motion, thrusting in and out.

"Ee... Oh... Mr. Hong's... So strong... Ahh..."

"Squeeze your lower jaw tighter... Yes... Very good!"

"Ah... Ah! It's hitting the cervix!... So strong!..."

"Look up, Xian'er, look at yourself now?" At Mr. Hong's words, Xian'er slightly raised her head and could see herself in the mirror above the sink. "See, standing like this, being fucked like a bitch, this is the true face of the rising idol—Xian'er!"

Seeing her reflection in the mirror and hearing Mr. Hong's words, Xian'er felt extremely humiliated. But at this moment, Mr. Hong's thrusting speed gradually increased, leaving her no time to think about anything else.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The obscene sounds of intercourse repeated in the men's restroom, but the frequency became faster and faster. The penis, like a pile driver, slammed straight into the end of the hole with each thrust, and the semen splashed everywhere. The moans of the two became louder and louder.

"Ah!...Ah!...It's coming!"

Finally, after nearly a hundred thrusts, the man reached his climax, his thick semen shooting out as his penis fully penetrated.

"Good! Ahh! I...lost too...ahhh!!!" Xian'er also reached her climax at this moment, but at this moment, the smile of the man she had just met in the corridor reappeared in her mind, surprising her.

In a secluded hillside in the city, there are some high-end residences, including a two-story villa with gardens, swimming pools, and tennis courts, covering an area almost the size of a football field.

It was past 11 p.m. when the villa's owner, Kang Ziwen, returned home. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, he heard a very gentle and soft voice behind him: "Brother, you're back? You must be tired."

The voice belonged to a girl who had just turned eighteen, with long, black hair draped over her shoulders. She was very dignified and beautiful, and her demeanor was very refined, with the air of a well-bred young lady. The only flaw, however, was the natural, icy aura emanating from her face, which made her seem unapproachable. She respectfully offered Ziwen a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, I'm so tired..." Ziwen accepted the coffee and took a small sip. His handsome, sculpted face betrayed his weariness: "Sakura, you know I don't like this kind of music, it's really making my neck ache..."

"Is that so... take a rest," Sakura said with concern. Then, she went behind the sofa, extending a pair of smooth, beautiful hands to gently massage Ziwen's shoulders and neck. Her massage technique was almost professional, and the soft, delicate touch of her young hands made Ziwen feel indescribably pleasurable, instantly relieving half of his fatigue.

"But I don't regret going, because something very interesting happened... How much do you know about that female singer, Xian'er?"

Yingzi didn't answer, but Ziwen seemed to already know the answer. Like him, she had no interest in local singers. He continued, "To have a vibrating sex device inserted during a performance, who would do that?"

"Why don't we ask 'that person'? It seems there's nothing in the world he doesn't know."

"Alright, and I have other things to discuss with him..." With that, he stood up and walked towards the study, which was on the second floor of the villa, a three-minute walk away. Yingzi silently followed behind him until they reached the study. As Ziwen turned on the laptop on the table, Yingzi softly said, "Brother, the internet company came today, asking if we would upgrade the dedicated meg line..."

Ziwen waved his hand: "You decide. I've never liked to get involved in these things. You can handle everything at home; I trust you completely." He connected the computer to the internet, started the video conferencing software, and then selected a record called "Sunspots" from his address book.

Instantly, a plain-looking, chubby man, around thirty years old, appeared on the screen. Always cheerful, he waved to Ziwen with a broad smile: "Hi, Ziwen! What's up? Your order will arrive tomorrow, don't rush me..." "

I'm not here for that. I want to ask you about the female singer Xian'er..."

"Good eye! She's definitely one of the best 'quality' newcomers in the music industry these days. However, she's under Hong's Records, and that Hong Wancheng is notoriously lecherous and an overseas member of the 'Dominator Association.' I'm sure Xian'er is already his slave..." "

Yes, I just want to know about Hong Wancheng—his address, his usual whereabouts..."

"Are you trying to provoke him and hook up with his girl?" The fat man nicknamed "Sunspot" widened his eyes and said with an exaggerated expression, "That guy surnamed Hong has considerable influence in this city, and he's connected to the underworld. He just had someone teach a talkative male entertainer shorter than me a lesson a while ago... Is it worth it for you to make enemies with him over a minor singer?"

"You know, what I hate most isn't people using their own training abilities, but using despicable means to make others their slaves," Ziwen's expression turned serious, "That's simply an insult to our reputation!"

"I understand." Sunspot nodded knowingly, "With the 'Grand Tutor' involved, what do I have to worry about? When do you want Hong's data?"

"The sooner the better, I'm going to Japan to visit my godfather the day after tomorrow."

"Then I'll give it to you the day after tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you, I trust you with your work."

After Ziwen ended the call and shut down the computer, Yingzi, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke up: "Want to take a shower first? Or get something to eat?" She didn't mention anything about Xian'er, because she absolutely trusted any decision Ziwen made.

"...Let's take a shower first."

The bathroom in this villa was just as luxurious as the rest of the house, with a bathtub the size of half a basketball court steaming with hot steam, and even a hydro-massage device at the bottom, though Ziwen didn't like using it.

Ziwen had just stepped naked into the bathtub and was half-lying on the edge. Suddenly, another figure slowly entered the room. However, Ziwen wasn't surprised at all.

The newcomer was also completely naked, and her figure was remarkably striking: tall and slender, yet with a perfectly proportioned physique, befitting a professional international model. Her youthful breasts stood proudly erect, radiating a dazzling glow; her slender waist framed a full, shapely bottom, and her thighs were exceptionally long. Her skin appeared fair and delicate, almost translucent, suggesting she was in the prime of her youth.

Without hesitation, the girl stepped into the bath, her movements incredibly light, barely splashing any water. When she reached Ziwen, we could clearly see that she was the girl named "Sakura."

She picked up some bath soap from the edge of the tub, squeezed some out, and applied it to her firm breasts. Then, she bent down and rubbed her breasts against Ziwen's chest!

A girl with a graceful figure and creamy, smooth skin massaging a man's chest with her newly matured breasts—what man in the world could remain unmoved? Kang Ziwen was also a standard handsome man, with an athletic build, a perfect match for Yingzi. The two outstandingly handsome men and beautiful women created a stunning picture.

However, Ziwen was clearly used to Yingzi's way of serving him, not only remaining unmoved but also applying some bath gel to his palms and using it to wipe Yingzi's back.

The question is: Yingzi calls Ziwen "brother," so what is the actual relationship between them?

The following

night, Xian'er finished her last concert, but instead of celebrating with the staff, she got into Mr. Hong's car and drove straight to his villa in the suburbs. As

soon as they started driving, Mr. Hong said with a smile, "Your singing has improved a lot. Even with a tube of aurora inserted in your vagina, you could still sing the last three songs smoothly, and the audience applauded thunderously!"

Xian'er bit her lip and did not answer this sarcastic remark. Mr. Hong continued, "After all your hard work, you must want to see your beloved mother the most, right? I will grant your wish!"

Upon hearing this, Xian'er's expression immediately changed, and she hurriedly asked, "You brought her again? I already said I would fulfill any request you make! Why did you bring her in again…?"

"This is her own mistake, and it's also her own choice not to let you suffer alone!" After saying this, Mr. Hong stopped talking. Until 11 PM, after they returned to the villa, they immediately went to a room on the second floor, where a man with a towering physique, like a mountain, wearing sunglasses, stood guard at the door.

"Listen, from now on, absolutely no one is allowed to enter this room!"

Hearing Mr. Hong's order, the guard immediately replied loudly, "Yes, sir!"

Xian'er looked at the guard, who was at least six and a half feet tall, with muscles like small mountains, a giant-like figure. She knew that even five ordinary adult men together couldn't defeat him.

Mr. Hong unlocked the door, then pulled Xian'er's hand and went inside, immediately closing the door and locking it from the inside. The room was pitch black, making it impossible for Xian'er to see anything inside. But soon, Mr. Hong turned on the light switch next to the door, instantly illuminating the room.

"!!...Mom!"

Xian'er immediately saw her mother, causing her to tremble and her voice to shake. In front of a thick, round pillar on one side of the room, a woman sat with her back against it. She had curly black hair, and although she was over forty, her appearance and skin made her look like she was only in her thirties.

Her body was tightly bound and secured to the pillar with bundles of hemp rope, her lower body completely naked, and her legs spread wide in an M-shape, completely exposing her genitals. A silver-white dildo connected to a battery box was inserted into her vagina, obscenely rotating in circles.

The woman wore a black leather bra-top, but two holes were cut in the front, revealing her dark brown nipples, which had already grown to the size of walnuts.

The dildo seemed to have been inside her for hours, causing her to climax countless times. A large puddle of vaginal fluid lay on the floor in front of her genitals, though fresh fluid still seeped intermittently from the junction of her vagina and genitals. The prolonged sexual stimulation had left her in a semi-conscious state, her brows furrowed and eyes closed. But upon hearing her daughter's scream, she immediately opened her eyes, her mouth, which held a strip of white cloth, moving slightly as she made soft "mmm" sounds.

"How cruel!" Seeing her mother's plight, Xian'er's eyes filled with tears, and her whole body trembled.

"What a touching mother-daughter reunion! Is Xian'er crying tears of joy too? Hehehe!!" Mr. Hong, however, was taking pleasure in the mother and daughter's suffering. He laughed wildly and stepped forward to untie the cloth strip from the dildo.

"Xian'er! What brings you here?"

"Mom! How are you? Mr. Hong, I told you I'd pay back the money, why did you bring my mother along?"

"You think you're worth too much, Xian'er! Just the fact that you're my sex slave is barely enough to cover the interest on your mother's debt! Besides, if a daughter has to pay for her mother's debts, your mother won't be comfortable!"

"Please, please release my mother and pull that Southern Border Kingdom out of here!"

"Then you have to start working too!" With that, Mr. Hong plopped down in a large executive chair, his penis already bulging against his pants. "What are you waiting for? If you want to save your mother, hurry up and take it off."

With no other choice, Xian'er quickly stripped herself naked, revealing a youthful and alluring figure. Xian'er understood what Mr. Hong meant by "working." She knelt down in front of Mr. Hong, then unzipped his pants, revealing the familiar male genitalia.

"Xian'er! No!" Xian'er's mother cried out in despair, but Xian'er didn't hesitate. She knew that as a vulnerable woman, pleasing and flattering the man before her was the only way for her and her mother to escape their misery. She parted her cherry-red lips slightly, extended her soft tongue, and began licking Mr. Hong's penis.

She drooled some onto the shaft, then used her tongue to smear the saliva all over the surface and the base of the shaft. After licking back and forth from the base to the shaft more than ten times, she even circled her tongue around the man's protruding glans.

"Hehe... the fastest rising idol singer these days, I didn't expect her mouth to be so good at both singing and tongue techniques!" Under Xian'er's diligent service, Mr. Hong's penis swelled and grew even larger.

"No! Xian'er! It's Mom's fault, I'll make amends!" Seeing her own daughter humbly serving the vile object of a despicable man with her mouth, Xian'er's mother felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. For a moment, she forgot the sexual torment she was suffering in her lower body and begged with tears streaming down her face.

(No, Mom, Mr. Hong wants me. After Dad left without saying goodbye, you suffered so much to raise me. You borrowed money from this scoundrel for me. Do you think I don't know that?) Xian'er not only didn't stop, but also forced her mouth open wide and reluctantly took the man's huge cannon into her mouth.

(If I can satisfy this man, we can be saved tonight. Let's go home together, Mom!)

Mr. Hong began thrusting into her mouth. This mouth, which usually sang pop songs on the screen, had now become a hole for the man's lust. With the man's constant thrusting, she felt a growing sense of suffocation, and her mind became increasingly hazy. Only some foam mixed with her own saliva and the sticky fluid from the man's penis kept flowing from her mouth and falling onto the chair.

"Ah, oh!! That's great, you little slut! So good... Ah! Ahhh!!"

"Ugh! Gulp..."

A thick, foul-smelling semen gushed into Xian'er's throat, and Xian'er swallowed it all while suppressing the urge to vomit.

However, if she thought Mr. Hong would stop there, she would be sorely mistaken. As a two-star member of the "Dominator Association," his energy, lust, and perverse attitude were not limited to that. He took out a bundle of bright red cotton rope for SM from a box next to him and then tied it around Xian'er's body! He wrapped the cotton rope around Xian'er's chest several times, making her breasts appear even more prominent under the pressure of the rope.

"Ugh..." Xian'er had never experienced anything like this before. The feeling of the rope binding her skin caused her to involuntarily let out a masochistic gasp.

"!!...No!!" Seeing the scene before her, and thinking that even her daughter was about to become his SM sex slave, Xian'er's mother couldn't help but let out a desperate cry.

Under the shock of her first SM bondage, Xian'er's mental state seemed to have fallen into a fog. Her eyes flickered with a masochistic feeling that was both shameful and excited. At the same time, her bound body was manipulated and played with by Mr. Hong like a doll, causing her body to be posed in various lewd positions.

"Your lower body is completely soaked. Is having sex while bound really this stimulating?" Mr. Hong's huge penis became erect again. He spread Xian'er's legs apart and immediately "squeaked" as he thrust it into her body again!

"Ugh!... Ahh..." The rough thrust to the very end caused Xian'er to gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure, while Mr. Hong showed no mercy, beginning a vigorous piston-like motion on the tightly bound Xian'er.

Xian'er's body was tightly bound with bright red cotton rope, her hands tied behind her back, her breasts bound in an extremely alluring pose. The presence of Xian'er's mother watching her daughter being wildly penetrated only fueled Mr. Hong's immoral and wicked excitement, making him thrust even more vigorously.

He lifted the young female singer Xian'er's thighs high above his shoulders, then fully utilized the power of his waist to thrust his penis in and out with large, sweeping motions. Each withdrawal pulled a little out of her vaginal walls, which were soaked with vaginal fluid, splashing the fluid all over the floor; each thrust made her cervix numb and painful.

"Ah...oh...that's so powerful...Mr. Hong is so strong tonight...flawless...my little hole is going to...tear open..."

"Damn slut, your pussy is flowing like a flood! Still talking big! Doing this in front of your mother seems to excite you even more!"

"No...Mom, don't look!!...Please let Mom...go..."

"Please let my daughter go! Please stop torturing her!" Although Fairy Mother had closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look anymore, the cries of her daughter and the sounds of their bodies colliding and splashing during intercourse still couldn't stop the lewd sounds from reaching her ears.

"When I discovered you, seeing your lustful eyes and that mouth that seemed born to hold a penis, I already knew you definitely had the 'potential' to become a sex 'superstar'! Hehe..." Mr. Hong smiled contentedly as he enjoyed the "skills" of the young singer's mouth.

Xian'er was equally excited. Although she knew her mother was watching, the young and vibrant girl had no choice but to submit to Mr. Hong's expert sexual skills. Her usually bright eyes were now half-closed, and her sweat-soaked body trembled with each wave of climax.

The frequency of the thrusting increased, and the "slap, slap" sounds of their bodies colliding and the splashing of their juices filled the room with a symphony of debauchery.

The intercourse, which felt like half a century long, finally ended temporarily with Mr. Hong's second ejaculation. It was "temporarily" because Mr. Hong had brought both mother and daughter with him that night, intending to engage in even more perverse acts. Xian'er's

upper body was still tightly bound, her short, neat hair disheveled and spread across her face. She was covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful face looking as if she had just been washed, and she was still breathing softly from her slightly open mouth. After a fierce "fight between men and women," her body was limp and powerless.

"What...what else do you want to do?" Mr. Hong lewdly picked up the naked Xian'er and carried her to her mother, who was tied to a pillar. The two faced each other.

"I want you to see what your mother looks like when she's enjoying herself!"

Xian's mother was tightly bound to the pillar, with an oversized dildo inserted below her, and a "Zhen Dan" (a type of penis) placed on her clitoris. Seeing her mother's miserable state, Xian'er couldn't help but feel sorrow again.

At this moment, Mr. Hong took out a strangely shaped object, called a "nipple suction cup." He gripped the rubber ball at the end and then placed the cup-shaped part at the front over Xian's mother's nipple, before slowly releasing his hands.

"Ouch!! It hurts!..."

"Mom!"

This toy used the principle of air pressure to make the cup stick to Xian's mother's nipple!

"Hehehe, this is the perfect thing for a big-breasted cow!" Indeed, although Xian'er was already considered voluptuous, her mother was even more so, with dark areolas the size of ping-pong balls, exuding mature womanly charm.

"Ah! It feels like something is constantly sucking on my nipples, it feels so strange!"

Mr. Hong approached Fairy Mother, admiring his "masterpiece." Under the suction of the device, her areolas were bulging out like pancakes, and her nipples were as large as walnuts, a sight that gave him a sadistic pleasure.

His sadistic urges led him to reach out and lightly slap the rubber ball at the end of the device from top to bottom, causing the device to make her entire breast bounce up and down!

"Ouch!... Oh, stop me!"

"Hehe, it's like a slingshot, so satisfying!" Mr. Hong continued the slapping motion, sometimes from top to bottom, sometimes from left to right, and Fairy Mother's enormous breasts bounced up and down and side to side like a large ball of jelly. Mr. Hong seemed mesmerized by this "spectacle," and the speed of his slapping increased!

"Ah...no!!...I'm dying! I'm dying!"

"Please spare Mommy! I'll do anything you say! Please have mercy!"

The room seemed to have become a hellish scene. The demonic Mr. Hong was engrossed in admiring the incredibly pleasing swaying of the beautiful breasts before him, while the poor Fairy Mother screamed until she was hoarse, her breasts feeling as if they were being crushed in excruciating pain!

But Mr. Hong, who was enjoying the thrill of sadism, was unaware that an uninvited guest had arrived near the villa.

In the third section

, Kang Ziwen timed it perfectly and drove his fiery red car to the vicinity of the villa of Hong Wancheng, the boss of the entertainment group, around 11 p.m.

Ziwen knew that although his good friend Sunshine often seemed to have a carefree and playful demeanor, he would never disappoint when it came to getting things done. Sure enough, from that morning, he received a report containing information including Mr. Hong's hobbies, subordinates, properties, lifestyle habits, and whereabouts for the next week, the level of detail of which was simply astonishing.

Therefore, Ziwen knew that Hong Wancheng was no ordinary man. On the surface, he owned a film company, a record company, and various other businesses, but secretly he had connections with the underworld in mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan. Despite this, Ziwen wouldn't back down from his plan to meet the man that night. Call it youthful impulsiveness if you will, but he wouldn't bow to anything he disapproved of.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and there wasn't a soul in sight around the villa. Ziwen stopped his sports car and turned off the engine some distance from the villa, then took out a high-powered telescope and peered into it. This advanced and powerful telescope allowed him to even see what books were on a bookshelf in a first-floor window. However, because all the windows on the second floor were covered with dark curtains, he couldn't see inside.

But this was something he had expected. He lowered his binoculars and said to a tall, beautiful girl sitting next to him in the driver's seat, "Sakura, I'm leaving. Please stay and watch the car."

"Don't worry, brother. Be careful." The girl, Sugimoto Sakura, always spoke concisely and had a cold expression, but Ziwen couldn't miss the tender concern in her eyes, which was enough to warm his heart. He then got out of the car and walked towards the villa.

Sakura watched Ziwen's receding figure, seeing him in a white shirt, trousers, and a long dark green overcoat—he didn't look like someone about to engage in a dangerous "trespassing" operation at all. A slight smile appeared on her lips at the thought. However, she wasn't too worried, because she had complete faith in Ziwen's abilities.

Actually, she wanted to go with Ziwen, but she had the traditional Japanese woman's submissive nature, so she almost never objected. Now, she could only pick up her binoculars and watch Ziwen from afar. Ziwen nimbly leaped over the wall like a monkey and arrived at a dark window on the first floor of the villa. He used a glass cutter to make a small hole in the window, reached in, and opened it. Then, he flipped inside, the entire process a combination of agile movements and skillful technique; in less than half a minute, he disappeared from Yingzi's sight.

"Hey! Who's here?" Suddenly, a rough male voice shattered the silence, startling Yingzi, who was about to put down her binoculars, causing them to fall to the ground.

(So careless! I was only focused on my brother and neglected to check my surroundings!) Yingzi looked towards the source of the voice outside the car and saw two men in what appeared to be security guard uniforms standing by the window. They looked to be around thirty years old, and their build and appearance confirmed that they were not incompetent building security guards, but rather professionally trained guards with a certain level of physical fitness.

"This is private property, you can't just enter! Driver, please come out!" Their tone was rude, and they were pounding on the door of the luxury sports car worth over fifty million. These two were bodyguards hired by Mr. Hong, and they were ordered not to let anyone leave easily if they intruded; they had to find out the intruder's identity and purpose first.

Knowing that the two would not let it go easily, Yingzi had no choice but to open the car door and get out.

"What...do...you...want...to...come...here..." The bodyguards, who had initially had fierce expressions and tones, suddenly became dumbfounded when they saw who it was, their mouths agape and they could hardly speak.

They never imagined that this intruder would be the most beautiful young woman they had ever seen in their lives: her features were arguably one of God's finest creations; her eyes were round and large, bright and full of intellectual brilliance; her small lips were painted a cherry blossom color, their unspoken words making hearts flutter; her captivating beauty could soften even the hardest heart; her features were perfectly harmonious, a beauty that seemed to defy the very creation of heaven and earth. Just looking into her eyes, one would imagine that over 90% of able-bodied men would feel their body heat rise and their faces turn red!

Her figure was absolutely in keeping with her beauty; even more alluring was the fact that beneath her flesh-colored bodysuit, her proud, bamboo-shaped breasts seemed about to burst forth, the outlines of her nipples and tips almost faintly visible, arousing the most intense fantasies. Seeing this, the two guards were already burning with desire, almost to the point of nosebleeds, and their penises were bulging against their pants.

"I'm...sorry, I didn't know this was private property...I'll go back right away..." The girl's voice didn't detract from her beauty at all. Her sweet, slightly coquettish voice trembled slightly with fear, making her seem both fragile and pitiful.

"...It's alright, and it's too dangerous for a single girl to go home alone so late, especially tonight. Why don't you come to the guardhouse for a cup of hot tea and rest for a while before you leave?" One of the guards, after a moment's hesitation, immediately decided that this girl, who might be an angel descended from heaven, should not be let off easily.

The two men's bloodshot and lewd gazes made Sakurako feel extremely uncomfortable. She took a small step back and pleaded softly, "Thank you for your kindness, sir...but I have...urgent business...I can't stay any longer."

But how could they let go of their prey that was almost within their grasp? Sakura had retreated to her back against the car, and the two guards immediately surrounded her: "Don't be shy, we're the most hospitable people!"

"No...please..." Sakura's voice was trembling with tears, her deep pupils already brimming with moisture. Seeing this stunning beauty on the verge of tears, smelling the faint fragrance of the young girl, and feeling her breathtaking beauty up close, the two guards almost ejaculated prematurely on the spot!

They had seen countless beauties; their boss, Mr. Hong, always loved to discover young beauties for the entertainment industry. For example, the up-and-coming singer Xian'er, who had returned with Mr. Hong tonight, was a youthful and attractive beauty. But compared to the stunning young woman before them, Xian'er was practically a block of wood. Therefore, they decided that no matter what, even if it meant doing it right there, they had to have sex with this woman tonight, otherwise they were sure they would regret it for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, one of the guards had already started unzipping his pants, while the other, with his eyes wide and bloodshot, put one hand on Sakura's shoulder and reached straight for her breasts with the other!

"You don't like doing it in the guardhouse, then let's do it here!"

"No...please don't...no!"

Just then, a strange thing happened. The moment the guard's hand was about to touch the woman's ample breasts, he suddenly saw the sky and earth reverse in an instant! The pitch-black sky was below, and the concrete road was above! Then, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and found himself lying on the ground!

Not only was the guard bewildered, but his companion was equally confused. He only saw a blur before the man collapsed to the ground.

"What's wrong? Suddenly your legs gave way? I told you not to overwork, hehe, well then, let me go first!" The man rushed towards Sakura. This time, the man lying on the ground was more attentive. Just as the man was about to touch Sakura, the girl reached out her delicate hands and skillfully flipped him under his armpits. The man was launched upwards like a "plane," flying over the sports car Sakura was leaning against, and then crashing heavily to the ground on the other side!

It was a truly spectacular judo performance, but the first man, though surprised, was, after all, rigorously trained. He immediately sprang to his feet with a "centipede slam" and retaliated against Sakura!

"Damn it, this bitch!" He stretched out his massive, blood-red hand, aiming a slap straight at Sakura! This time, he decided to show no mercy, vowing to beat her unconscious before slowly fucking her until her genitals were rotten!

The slap was swift and ruthless, but just before it hit its target, Sakura ducked and dodged. Not only did she dodge, but she also used the agility of a leopard to dodge behind the man and counterattack. In less than a second, a sharp pain shot through the back of the man's neck. He felt as if he had been struck by a hard iron rod, and the nerves in the back of his neck went cold, causing him to fall forward unconscious.

And behind him stood Sakura, her right hand raised in a katana-like stance.

After defeating the two burly men with her exceptional judo and karate skills, Sakura sighed softly, "Sigh... I really don't like using these techniques in actual fighting... Why can't people solve problems through communication..."

Meanwhile, inside the villa, the horrific breast torture finally came to an end. Xianma seemed to have completely collapsed, lying on the ground like a lump of mud, her mind in a semi-conscious state. Xian'er, who had been watching her mother's horrific torture, felt her heart bleed, tears blurring her vision. But Mr. Hong's perverse sexual desires seemed completely insatiable, and he was about to begin another set of sadistic acts.

"Lean your upper body back and lean your lower body forward as much as possible."

"What...what else do you want to do? How much will it take to satisfy me and Mommy!"

"Hehe, who told you two to be my sex slaves? And those beautiful bodies are so alluring, I could play with them forever!"

"But if you keep going like this, we'll really die!"

"Hehe, I'll be kind and give you a chance!" With that, Mr. Hong took out a very long sex toy, a double-headed dildo with protrusions like glans at both ends. Not only was it huge, but the surface of the shaft was covered with bumps, like moles, making it look extremely ugly.

The man placed the double-headed dildo between the mother and daughter's lower bodies, and then made them thrust their lower bodies forward, so that the two heads of the dildo entered both of their bodies simultaneously!

"Eek!! So big!..." "Oh! It's in!..."

The mother and daughter cried out simultaneously. The sex toy was not only large and long, reaching their uteruses with plenty of room to spare, but the protrusions on the shaft were also stimulating and rubbing against the walls of their vaginas, causing them to cry out in pain.

"Alright, now let's have a competition. Let's see which of the two of you can hold back for the longest time before you ejaculate, and the one who climaxes first will stay and serve me!"

"W-How could this be!" "This is absurd!"

"Hey, if you're not satisfied, both of you can stay!"

"No! We did it!" If they were willing to play this perverted sexual game, at least one of them could escape the demon, so the mother and daughter had no choice but to obey. They began to move their lower bodies back and forth, making the sex toy feel like pistons moving inside both of them at the same time.

"Oh, right, if you want to leave, then work your ass off! Hehehe..."

Mr. Hong chuckled lewdly as he carefully observed the "mother and daughter's dual responsibility" before him: the two sat facing each other on the ground, each diligently stimulating their genitals with their sex toys, both wanting to reach orgasm faster than the other so that the other could be released and leave. But watching such an extremely lewd scene, two exposed orifices simultaneously and desperately swallowing and spitting out Nanbangguo, regardless of the final outcome, Mr. Hong's eyes were already thoroughly satisfied.

At first, the mother and daughter masturbating face to face while completely naked naturally made them feel ashamed and embarrassed.

But thinking that they had to end this cruel sexual feast as soon as possible, they gradually became immersed in the game.

"Ah...oh...so big..." "Oh...it feels so good..." At this moment, the mother and daughter transformed into two female beasts, each masturbating with all their might. Both were drenched in sweat, their faces flushed, and they were constantly emitting sexy moans and cries. The sex toys on their lower bodies were hitting each other with obscene sounds, making the whole room feel like a live, sensual BDSM show.

Mr. Hong's hands were not idle either; he took out a candle and a leather whip from a small box full of sadomasochistic toys in the corner of the room.

He lit the candle and placed it above Xianma's body!

"Ugh!" The bright red wax poured down like raindrops onto Xianma's large breasts, and the intense heat made Xianma writhe in pain like a snake. Her huge breasts, which had just been tortured, swayed exaggeratedly from side to side!

"Ah! Mom! No, no... Waaah!" The swaying of Fairy Mother's body caused the double-headed sex torsion to press against Fairy's other end at an even more unusual angle and force, giving her a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable.

Soon, Fairy Mother's large breasts were completely covered in hot wax, as if they were wearing a red bra.

Crack!

"Ouch! It hurts!..." It turned out that Mr. Hong had raised the long whip in his hand and lashed it down hard, cruelly striking Fairy Mother's breasts. The wax layer on her chest shattered, and red fragments flew everywhere. At first glance, it looked like her breasts had been smashed open and blood was splattering everywhere. It was a truly perverse and gruesome scene.

Of course, Fairy Mother was not the only one suffering. Mr. Hong treated her the same way, covering Fairy's breasts, which were even more delicate than her mother's, with hot wax, and then lashed them down again!

Crack!

"Ouch?!... I'm dead!" A piercing pain pierced her heart, causing Fairy to scream miserably, and her body bounced up and down like a shrimp. However, the pain of her breasts being tortured acted like a sexual spice, indirectly producing a masochistic pleasure in her body!

After cleaning the wax off her breasts with a whip, Mr. Hong poured a new layer of hot wax over them. This dripping wax and whipping continued repeatedly, turning the villa into a depraved and cruel SM torture arena. The sound of the whip striking tender flesh and the excited cries of the mother and daughter echoed in the torture arena.

But while being tortured, the mother and daughter continued their performance of teasing and stimulating each other.

But soon, the outcome became clear. Xian'er's face flushed crimson, her moans grew louder, and her clitoris swelled and became exposed. Each time the dildo was withdrawn, copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed out, creating a small puddle on the ground. It was obvious she was on the verge of orgasm. Conversely, Xian'er's mother, despite her best efforts, made little progress. It turned out that Xian'er's mother had arrived at the villa at noon. After being first "trained" and sexually satisfied by Mr. Hong, she was then bound to a pillar while he was out watching Xian'er's concert. She had sex with dildos and multiple vibrators inserted into her body, and under continuous sexual stimulation for six or seven hours that afternoon. It was no wonder her body was becoming numb!

(This is bad; if this continues, Xian'er will…) The love for one's children is every mother's instinct, and Xian'er's mother was no exception. For Xian'er's sake, she was willing to sacrifice herself. But the more anxious she became, the less aroused she felt. Finally, she decided…

“Ah!! Ah… Oh! So strong! Ah… Ah… Ah ah?!… I’m losing it! I’m going to lose it!!” Fairy Mom’s body convulsed exaggeratedly, her moans becoming deafening.

Slap! Slap!

“Ouch!” Two merciless slaps caused Fairy Mom’s cheeks to swell up instantly!

“You damn slut! You dare to fake an orgasm? Do you think I’m stupid?!” Mr. Hong shouted angrily. “Let me tell you, I’m a member of the Domination Association! I can tell at a glance whether someone is truly having an orgasm!”

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

“You slut, can’t you even get an orgasm?” Mr. Hong’s eyes shot out a cruel glint. "Alright, then I'll give you to the dozen or so guards, drivers, and flower kings of this villa to 'comfort' them. You can also see if you can reach orgasm while being gang-raped!"

"No! No!" "Please, please spare Mom!" The two screamed simultaneously, becoming the sex object of nearly twenty men—just thinking about it was terrifying. In that case, Fairy Mother might really be raped to death!

Fairy knew her mother had risked lying to these wolves to save her. She tried desperately to think of a way to save her mother, but couldn't come up with anything. In desperation, she immediately said, "No, Mom lied for my sake, so if we're talking about responsibility, I should share half the blame. If you're going to give me 'comfort', please give me along with you!" She thought that if she could take half the men, then her mother would suffer less!

"No, don't listen to her... I'm the one who did wrong, please take responsibility for your actions..."

"No! Mr. Hong, please listen to me..."

"Shut up!... Hehe, what a touching display of mother-daughter affection!" Mr. Hong's face broke into a wolfish smile, showing no sign of being moved at all. "However, I don't want to ruin my rising idol so soon! Besides, what's the use of keeping a broken toy? If it falls off, just buy a new one! Hehe... Come on, I'll take you downstairs!"

With that, Mr. Hong put away the double-headed sex toy, preparing to take Fairy Mom to share with his pack of wolves.

"Ah, such a beautiful, busty wife, it would be such a waste to lose her, why not give her to me?"

At this moment, a strange male voice suddenly rang out from the direction of the door, startling everyone.

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