[Urban] Rebirth of a Beauty's Domination (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 12.

Night fell. Under the dim yellow light, my wife and I lay back to back on the bed. The only sound in the room was our breathing. My heart kept telling me that I still deeply loved my wife. I carefully turned around to look at her graceful back. My young and beautiful wife was simply a natural beauty; every part of her body was full of sexual allure. Finally, I couldn't resist the longing for my wife any longer. I boldly reached out my hands, wanting to embrace the wife I had been longing for.

But just as my hands brushed against her slender waist, and I was about to grasp her long-desired 34C breasts, my wife suddenly grabbed my arm and said gently, "Yunxiang, you're a little tired today. Go to bed early."

My wife's gentle tone made it impossible for me to refuse. I knew she was afraid that my impulsiveness would harm the baby in my belly. I had no choice but to withdraw my hands, looking at my wife's graceful back. I could only fantasize about our past sexual encounters to satisfy my long-cherished desire.

Rouxue knew she still loved her husband, but she also knew he couldn't accept that she was carrying the old beggar's child and would definitely force her to abort the baby. But the child inside was innocent; the kind-hearted Rouxue had never been able to harm even tiny creatures like ants, let alone a small life growing inside her womb. The thought of removing the fetus from her womb made Rouxue instinctively clutch the sheets tightly to her lower abdomen.

The old beggar lay on the bed, frantically rubbing his ugly, old penis with Rouxue's used pink bra, the whole bed shaking and creaking. Finally, the old beggar howled, spraying his foul-smelling semen all over his wife's bra. Still unsatisfied, the old beggar looked at the ceiling and muttered, "Hmph, even if you beat me to death, my beauty is still carrying my baby. I am the baby's biological father. Ouch!" The old beggar's swollen nose started hurting again.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong," the doorbell rang before dawn, waking my wife and me. "Who is it?" My wife, half-asleep, got out of bed to open the door.

"Mom, what brings you here!"

she exclaimed in surprise. Good heavens! I quickly threw on some clothes and ran out of the room. My wife's mother's name was "Mu Yu." Because her mother came from a prestigious family, with a long tradition of education, they were known as a family of educators. Furthermore, being the only son in the family for generations, my wife took her mother's surname.

"You child, how can you be so inconsiderate? Pregnancy is a big deal, especially the first three months. What if something goes wrong?" My mother-in-law lectured my wife as she walked towards the living room.

"Yunxiang, why didn't you tell us Xue'er was pregnant? You know we only have this one precious daughter. What if something goes wrong?" "I..."

I stood there dumbfounded, unsure how to answer my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law had been a teacher her whole life, naturally exuding a noble and serious teacher's aura. Even my father-in-law, who's the hospital director, is completely under my mother-in-law's thumb at home.

"Mom, okay, I know I was wrong. How did you know I was pregnant?" My gentle wife quickly came to my rescue. "Luckily, I ran into Xiaomei that day and found out you were pregnant, otherwise I don't know how long you would have kept it from me." "What a big mouth," my wife muttered under her breath. Good heavens, my mother-in-law and father-in-law have been hoping we'd have a child soon, especially since my mother-in-law comes from a prestigious family. Now that she knows my wife is pregnant, it'll be even harder to get her to abort the baby. What am I going to do?

"Xiaomei told me everything, my grandson is very healthy. I'll be staying here to take care of you for a while." Hearing this, I felt like I'd been punched hard. I felt dizzy and my face turned pale. Luckily, I was leaning against the wall, or I might have fainted.

"This is terrible. If my mother-in-law moves in, it'll be almost impossible for me to abort the baby. To be honest with her, given her integrity, she'd probably die of anger on the spot, and my wife won't forgive me either." "Mom, I can take care of myself. You should take care of Dad." My wife said helplessly. "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements for your father. Right now, only your baby, my little grandson, is the most important." "But, Mom..."

"Oh dear, who is this person?"

My mother-in-law said in horror when she saw the disheveled old beggar. The timid old beggar, wearing my discarded baggy shorts, was sleazyly clinging to the doorway, only half of his body showing. His bald head was shiny with oil, and his deep-set, thieving eyes kept glancing at my wife's 34C breasts, with disgusting drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"He, he is, he's a distant relative of Yunxiang," my wife said nervously. "Yunxiang has such, such... a relative?"

My mother-in-law looked at me with suspicion and surprise. "Ah? Oh, yes, he's a distant relative of mine." I felt incredibly aggrieved that I was helping a disgusting old man who had taken my wife and gotten her pregnant.

My wife stood behind my mother-in-law, blinking at me repeatedly. I knew she was worried about her mother finding out the truth. My mother-in-law had a weak heart, and if she knew the old beggar was the child's biological father, I think she might faint on the spot.

"Yunxiang, Xue'er is pregnant now, it's best to keep things quiet in the house." "Mom, he's already pitiful enough, please don't say anymore." Seeing my wife start to protect the old beggar, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart, and a sharp pain in my chest made it hard to breathe.

"Okay, okay, Mom won't say anymore. You two hurry up and wash up. I'll go with you to your prenatal checkup later." I missed my wife yesterday, so I went home as soon as I got off the plane. Today, General Manager Chen at the company is waiting for me to report on the project progress. "Mom, um, I might have to go to the office this morning." "Go ahead, but Mom wants to remind you, even if you're busy with your career, you can't forget your family." My mother-in-law said sternly. "I know, Mom. Thank you for your help. I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm done." I don't know if I was running away or jealous. I turned around and glared fiercely at the old beggar. The old beggar, timid as he was, quickly hid back in his room. So, although my wife was very unwilling, she was still taken to the hospital by my mother-in-law. I also rushed to the office to report on my work. But what I never expected was that the hateful old beggar had secretly followed my wife to the hospital.

"Rouxue, look, this is the size of an apple." Meng Xiaomei said happily

. Rouxue saw her and the old beggar's child developing in her uterus for the first time through the ultrasound machine. She was very excited.

"Oh my god, is this my child? How are you, baby? I'm your mom. Grow well in my tummy!" "He's moving again, Mom, did you see that? He just seemed to move!" At this moment, Rouxue was enjoying the joy of becoming a mother for the first time. "Is the fetus healthy? Is it developing well?"

Mu's mother asked anxiously. "Don't worry, Auntie, the placenta is very stable, and the fetus is very healthy. Yunxiang's seeds are of good quality," Xiaomei said jokingly. "Xiaomei, don't talk nonsense," his wife said shyly. "The fetus is now more than three months along, and the implantation is very stable. Generally, there won't be any major problems. Now you can start some prenatal education for the fetus. It's best for the father to stroke the fetus more often and talk to the fetus more. This is beneficial to the baby's development."

Rouxue seemed a little shy when she heard this. In her mind, the old beggar's hideous face flashed as he possessed her young and perfect body in bed and vented his lust.

"Yes, yes, prenatal education is so popular now. I've been a teacher my whole life, I can't let my grandson lose at the starting line," Mother Mu said happily. "By the way, Xue'er, it's not that I'm being long-winded, but that distant relative of Yunxiang is really worrying. You have to be careful about everything during your pregnancy. You should talk to Yunxiang and ask him to move out." "Mom, he's pitiful too, all alone. Where will he live if you kick him out?"

the wife said sadly. "Okay, Mom, that's enough, I understand. I need to go to the bathroom, you and Xiaomei can talk slowly." Seeing that her mother was about to start her lecture again, the wife quickly made an excuse and ran out. Rou Xue didn't know why, maybe it was because the old beggar was the biological father of her unborn child, but when her mother said that the old beggar should leave, Rou Xue felt a little reluctant.

The old beggar, who was peering out the window, overheard everything. He was overjoyed to hear the baby was healthy, but he was terrified when Mu's mother told him to leave.

"Hmph, you old woman, you look down on me and want me gone. Do you know your precious girl is already my woman, and the child in her belly is mine too, hmph!" Rou Xue's floor was reserved for wealthy VIP pregnant women who needed prenatal checkups, so it was less crowded. Just as Rou Xue was about to close the bathroom door, the old beggar suddenly rushed in, startling her. Rou Xue screamed, and the old beggar quickly made a shushing gesture, trembling as he leaned against the door.

"You, how did you get in?"

Rouxue asked in surprise. Taking advantage of his wife being alone, the old beggar suddenly knelt down, tears streaming down his face, and tightly hugged her long, beautiful legs, sobbing, "Sister, please don't send me away! I have no relatives, and now I don't even have a place to live!" Rouxue looked at the dark, thin old man before her, feeling very sorry for him and unable to bear it. But on the other hand, she also had her loving husband and her doting mother. If she didn't let the old beggar leave, her husband wouldn't forgive her, and her mother would eventually find out that the child in her womb was the old beggar's.

At this moment, Rouxue's heart was in turmoil, unsure how to answer the old beggar. Seeing his wife hesitate for a long time without speaking, the self-conscious old beggar mistakenly thought that his wife also wanted him to leave. The old beggar wiped away his tears with his rough, claw-like hands. Staring at his wife, the old beggar said, "Sister, I'm the father of the baby in your belly. Can you bear to see this child grow up without a father?"

The old beggar became more and more agitated as he spoke, his two wrinkled, rough, claw-like hands gripping his wife's smooth, white legs tighter and tighter. The old beggar had never touched such smooth skin in his life, and his wife's smooth, white legs were unintentionally stimulating his lustful desires.

"Let go! You're hurting me! I'll give birth to the child properly. What else do you want?"

Rouxue, afraid that things between her and the old beggar would escalate, could only try to calm him down by revealing her decision. Hearing his wife's kind and sincere words, the old beggar was deeply moved to know that the beauty was willing to bear his son. He knew that such a young and beautiful woman carrying his child was a blessing from her ancestors.

"You're carrying my child, so you're my woman, you know that?"

The middle-aged beggar possessed an extremely strong possessive desire. He relied on being the biological father of the child in his wife's womb, knowing that her parents desperately wanted the child. The usually timid and cowardly old beggar was gradually becoming bolder, his extreme inferiority complex and selfish possessiveness slowly emerging.

In the poor countryside where the old beggar lived, women had a very low status; their main role was to stay at home, do housework, bear children for their husbands, and serve them. This feudal and traditional concept was deeply ingrained in the old beggar's mind.

The old beggar knelt on the ground and roughly reached his claw-like, dark hands into his wife's pure white canvas skirt, repeatedly gripping her round, upturned buttocks with his claw-like hands. His wife's young, beautiful buttocks were full of elasticity, the tender, smooth flesh tightly dominated by the old beggar's rough hands, which constantly stroked up and down the curve of her buttocks.

"That big, round, perky ass is absolutely gorgeous!" the old beggar thought to himself. His rough hands were greedily enjoying his wife's young, beautiful buttocks, unwilling to let go.

His wife wore a light blue, round-neck, short-sleeved chiffon blouse, which was pushed up below her chest by the old beggar's chapped, rough face. Her milky-white, lace-trimmed, front-clasp bra was gradually emerging, and her smooth, slender abdomen appeared as white as jade against the old beggar's rough, dark face.

The old beggar's disgusting bald head skillfully moved up and down against his wife's perfect 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, while he occasionally stuck out his rough tongue and licked her flawless white abdomen.

His wife came from a family of educators, and as a teacher herself, she was well-educated and reasonable. She couldn't believe that in a public place like a hospital restroom, she was being humiliated like this by the old beggar; it was extremely shameful for her.

The wife's slender, white hands pushed hard against the old beggar's shoulders, trying to stop him from groping her. But the already frail wife was even less effective in the cramped toilet stall, and could only watch helplessly as the old beggar continued to grope her perfect body.

"What are you doing? This is a public place! You can't! Let me go!" the wife whispered, afraid someone else might be in the toilet. Seeing that his wife dared not shout, and even less dared to let his mother know the truth, the old beggar's lust reached its peak. Swallowing hard, the old beggar stared intently at his wife's two moist, thin pink lips, shamelessly desiring to taste them.

Rouxue was now helpless against the old beggar's lustful rage. She couldn't shout, nor could she resist him; she could only helplessly pat him, but to the thick-skinned old beggar, it was like a back rub. Looking at his wife's weak, helpless eyes and shy face, the old beggar could no longer restrain himself.

The old beggar suddenly stood up. At 1.7 meters tall, he was almost the same height as his wife, who was 1.69 meters

tall. He tightly embraced her slender waist, which was exactly 1.9 feet, his rough, claw-like hands clasping her tightly. His mouth was agape as he stared intently at her pink, moist lips and the barely visible cleavage. His erect penis was already throbbing, pressing against her inner thighs, ready to once again possess her tight, warm, and exquisite honey pot.

Faced with the old beggar who only wanted to possess and mate with her, Rouxue, overwhelmed with shame, turned her beautiful face to the side, desperately trying to avoid his forceful kiss, repeatedly pleading with him to let her go.

Sure enough, the old beggar opened his foul-smelling mouth, searching for her cherry-like lips.

The usually clean wife, seeing the old beggar's teeth stained yellow with black stains mixed in, felt nauseous and refused to let him touch her sexy lips.

"Young lady, you're already my woman, I've already played with your body twice, can't you even give me a kiss?" the old beggar said shamelessly.

"No..."

Rou Xue turned around to rebuke the shameless old beggar when he uttered such lewd words, but before she could react, he pressed his rough, thick lips tightly against her delicate, pink lips.

A foul stench assaulted Rou Xue's sweet lips, almost making her faint. Tears welled in her eyes as she desperately pushed against the old beggar's shoulders, trying to break free from his forceful kiss. But his arms were already firmly locked around her waist, and she couldn't escape.

The old beggar relentlessly sucked on Rouxue's plump, pink lips, licking them up and down with his rough tongue. The soft, pink lips carried a sweet fragrance, driving the old beggar to utter madness.

Rouxue tightly pursed her lips in a final act of resistance, trying to stop the old beggar's jagged tongue. Her warm, fragrant lips were already covered in the old beggar's disgusting saliva, but how could her delicate lips withstand the old beggar's rough, jagged tongue? The old beggar had already thrust his disgusting tongue into Rouxue's lips, constantly licking his wife's clean, even teeth with his own saliva.

In the cramped toilet stall, a noble and elegant young woman with long, flowing hair, her sky-blue top already lifted high, revealing a milky-white printed bra, had her slender, flawless waist tightly locked in the arms of a bald, dark-skinned, thin old man. Soft, sweet pink lips were pressed tightly against the old man's disgusting, foul-smelling mouth. The old man's tongue kept licking between the beauty's lips and teeth, leaving behind the old man's stinking saliva everywhere.

Seeing his wife exhausted, the old beggar quickly unhooked her milky-white front-clasp bra with his filthy hand. It turned out that he had secretly handled each of her bras dozens of times, studying them thoroughly.

The bra, which barely covered her breasts, was now removed from her alluring body. Her alabaster-white breasts, without the bra's support, not only didn't sag, but defied the laws of physics, proudly rising and maintaining their perfect teardrop shape. A faint, natural milky scent contrasted sharply with the stench of the bathroom, constantly stimulating the old beggar.

Rouxue suddenly felt a cool sensation on her chest, the bra no longer binding her. Realizing her bra was now undone, Rouxue instinctively pulled her slender arms back, tightly protecting her flawless, exquisite breasts.

But his wife's slender arms couldn't conceal her full 34C breasts. The old beggar's rough, claw-like hands forcefully grabbed half of her breast from the base. He loved grabbing his wife's exquisite breasts from the bottom up, because from his previous experience, he knew that the lower part of the teardrop-shaped breast was the fullest and most satisfying to grab.

Just as his wife's attention was diverted by the old beggar's lewd actions, he finally forced his serrated tongue into her sweet cherry-like mouth.

A large amount of foul-smelling saliva rushed into her mouth with his tongue. He swirled his disgusting tongue around her sweet, soft lips and tongue, his rough tongue scraping against her tender tongue. His wife was choked by the large amount of foul-smelling saliva and almost fainted.

"So fragrant, so beautiful, you're my woman, these big breasts, this big ass, and this slender waist are all mine!" The old beggar, driven by lust, was completely intoxicated by Rou Xue's goddess-like, perfect body, having long forgotten his wife's weak resistance. The old beggar boldly pulled out his dark, ugly old penis, and a foul stench immediately filled the air. The

wife, overwhelmed with shame, was being forcibly kissed by a man other than her husband for the first time, and in this filthy bathroom no less. Exhausted to the limit, she had no strength left to resist. But she knew that the mad dog-like old beggar was about to take her place in this filthy public toilet. Just as she was about to bite the old beggar's tongue in protest, her mother's voice suddenly rang out.

"Xue'er, Xue'er, are you alright?"

Her mother-in-law, having waited for a long time at Meng Xiaomei's place without seeing her wife return, came looking for her worriedly.

Hearing her mother's voice growing closer, a nervous Rouxue, taking advantage of the old beggar's complete enjoyment of her ample buttocks and breasts, used the last of her strength to push away the old beggar, who was acting like a dog in heat.

The wife, both ashamed and angry, instinctively gagged a few times, some of the old beggar's foul-smelling saliva she hadn't yet swallowed dribbling from her mouth, before taking deep breaths of fresh air.

Overwhelmed with shame, the wife was about to scold the old beggar, but seeing his only member—the dark, veiny penis that had twice entered her body—throbbing menacingly before her, she was filled with fear and submitted as if seeing her king.

Her mother had already reached the bathroom door. The wife, tears still streaming down her face, sobbed softly as she quickly fastened her bra, which the old beggar had unhooked, tidied her clothes, and simply adjusted her long, wavy hair. The sleazy old beggar, hearing his wife's and mother's voices, became frightened. He knelt on the ground, begging his wife for mercy, his sunken, yellowish eyes pleadingly looking up at her.

The wife, afraid her mother would see the old beggar in the bathroom and learn the truth, quickly pushed open the door and ran out. The mother-in-law, arriving at the door, saw her crying daughter run out.

Although she knew something was wrong in the bathroom, her love for her daughter was paramount, and she rushed after her.

"Xue'er, Xue'er, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Don't scare your mother!" Rou Xue, burdened with grievances, wanted to tell her dearest mother, but the wife thought, "My mother has a strong heart; she wouldn't be able to handle the shock if she knew the truth," so she made up an excuse.

"It's okay, Mom, I...I..." The wife hugged her mother tightly. "What's wrong? Tell me!" The mother-in-law comforted her while anxiously asking, "I just saw the baby for the first time, and I'm so happy to be a mother!" "Silly girl, this is something every woman goes through. You're almost a mother and you still can't let me have an easy time." The mother-in-law, who had seen countless women, knew that her wife's tears weren't just from the excitement of becoming a mother for the first time, but her daughter was pregnant and shouldn't be stressed, so she didn't press further.

Inside the bathroom, the old beggar sat sprawled on the floor, still savoring the beautiful wife's sexy and perfect body, his ugly old manhood still twitching. The old beggar knew that his kind wife couldn't bear to abort the child and didn't want her mother to know the truth. This delighted the old beggar, who boldly began to fantasize about the wonderful life he would have with his beautiful wife and their child.

The

old beggar's mind had already drifted far away; his wife's alluring breasts kept swirling in his mind. Damn it!

"I want to possess those big breasts forever. I've lived half my life, and only now do I know what it's like to be with a woman. Now that I'm pregnant, I want this beauty as my wife. My ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke, I'm so lucky!"

He suddenly remembered that Brother Sheng had told him about something called a chastity belt. He heard that this thing was specially designed to hold a woman's vaginal opening shut, and only he could have sex with her, no one else could.

No way! I want to get one of these for my woman too. So that her deadbeat husband can't touch her anymore. Thinking of this, the old beggar barely managed to stand up and walked out of the hospital driven by his strong possessive desire.

"Xue'er, don't go to work these days. Anyway, our family isn't short of money. Just stay home and rest. The first three months are very important. Also, don't do those things with Xiang these days. I've been through this before, and this old woman wants to see my little nephew grow up healthy and strong."

The mother-in-law patiently comforted her wife. When it comes to pregnancy, an experienced woman knows far more than her young wife. Although born into a scholarly family, no matter how noble one's birth, it all pales in comparison to carrying on the family line.

The mother-in-law was unaware of the wife's agonizing heart. "What sins did I commit in my past life to become pregnant at this crucial moment, and not even with my husband's child? If my mother knew, how would they, from their scholarly family, view me, and this poor child in my womb?"

Helpless, the wife could only bury this secret deep within her heart, determined to keep it hidden forever, even to her death. Her only worry was for me; she didn't know what I would do, nor the burning rage within me that threatened to erupt at this moment.

Although Gou Sheng had taken his mentally challenged son back to the countryside, the old beggar decided to try his luck again and came to live under the overpass. So, braving the scorching summer sun, he trudged alone to the overpass.

Under an abandoned overpass on the outskirts of the city, an old beggar saw a lone figure bustling about. Looking closer, he realized it was Gou Sheng's mentally challenged son, Gou Bao, sorting through bottles and cans—mostly beer bottles and aluminum cans—of recyclable waste. Gou Bao was having a great time; in his eyes, these things could earn him dinner that night and cornbread for breakfast the next morning.

The old beggar shouted at Gou Bao, "Gou Bao, where's your dad?"

Gou Bao turned around. He recognized the old beggar, grinned, and said, "My dad went to sell recyclables. Uncle Er Gou, when did you get here? Hehehehe..."

Gou Bao was mentally challenged; his brain had been damaged by a fever when he was young. The old beggar didn't bother arguing with him and simply sat down to wait for Gou Sheng to return. He casually asked, "Didn't your dad go back to his hometown?"

"My dad said he saw your girlfriend's big breasts last time, and he said he wants to help me get a wife with big breasts too, hehehe, so I'm not going home..."

Perhaps thinking of his wife's beautiful body, Goubao's saliva involuntarily dripped from the corner of his mouth, making the old beggar feel disgusted.

The two waited until sunset before Gousheng finally rode his rickety tricycle back.

When he got back, he saw the old beggar playing with Goubao. Gousheng rushed over and slapped the old beggar hard. Last time he saw his wife's beautiful body, Gousheng was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. Today, seeing the old beggar again, a wave of discomfort washed over him.

Why do you have such good fortune, Er Gouzi? Why am I, Gousheng, only able to collect scraps and raise a stupid son?

When the old beggar saw Gousheng, he immediately said, "Brother Gousheng, I have something to ask you about. Last time I showed you my girlfriend's body, how are you going to thank me?"

Thinking of his wife's beautiful body last time, Gousheng immediately got an erection. "Whatever you say goes!" Gou Sheng retorted defiantly.

The old beggar was pleased with Gou Sheng's attitude. He whispered mysteriously in Gou Sheng's ear, "You told me about something called a chastity belt before, what's that? You remember? It's that belt that can lock a woman's vagina..."

The old beggar rambled on for a while before Gou Sheng understood what he wanted.

Gou Sheng was penniless; all his possessions consisted of some junk from under the overpass. He had less than a hundred yuan in cash, but he actually had a few chastity belts. Having traveled all over the country collecting junk, he had found quite a few chastity belts, plastic dildos, vibrators, and the like. He sold the useless ones as scrap, but kept the rest. They were free, so he kept them all; maybe he could use them when he found a wife. However, considering the old beggar's distress at being asked for the item, Gou Sheng couldn't refuse. After all, the old man's girlfriend had shown him naked, and he couldn't refuse such a kind offer.

Thinking that the old beggar had such a beautiful wife, and that she was using a chastity belt he'd found, it was a victory in itself.

Gou Sheng crawled to the deepest part of the overpass and pulled something from under a low box: a pair of briefs made of cowhide and special metal. The old beggar looked at it closely. "Is this a woman's chastity belt? It looks like women's underwear. What's so special about it?"

But after Gou Sheng explained the use and purpose of the chastity belt, he felt a surge of elation. "With this, that beautiful woman will be my woman forever! I'll make her wear it for life, and I can only take it off when I want to have sex with her!" After familiarizing

himself with its use, the old beggar hurriedly took the entire chastity belt, including the only key, and left without saying goodbye. "I'm going to put this on my wife right now." He tried to possess my beautiful wife forever,

to make her his tool for procreation and the release of his lust.

After the examination, my wife insisted on going home because Dr. Xiaomei told her how important this child was to her. Because of her teaching job and lack of physical exercise, the doctor told her her body wasn't suited for having many children. Further examination revealed symptoms of a cold uterus, and this unexpected pregnancy was due to "my" excessively strong sperm. Therefore, my wife had to give birth to the child, otherwise it would greatly affect a second pregnancy. Ultimately, this first child was my wife's first and last. This practically declared that the child had to be born, and born safely.

Returning home anxiously, my mother-in-law wanted to stay with her, but because my husband suddenly caught a cold, she rushed back to take care of him. My mother-in-law was also struggling to care for two people—no, three—along with the little baby in her belly.

My wife was waiting for me alone at home, but I didn't want to go home. Home had broken my heart. My highly educated and refined wife had given herself to a scruffy old beggar. What was wrong with this world? I racked my brains, but it was all in vain. I didn't want to lose my wife, but the thought of the child in her womb sent waves of nausea through me.

"Sister, I'm back. Is he home?"

The old beggar limped into the house. He was still a little afraid of me. I was young and strong; several old beggars were no match for me. He only sneaked in after he learned I wasn't home.

Seeing the old beggar's lewd expression, my wife felt even more disgusted with him, but what could she do? If the child was born without a father, how could she face the child in her womb? Although this child wasn't my flesh and blood, it was still my wife's precious child.

They let the old beggar into the house. Suddenly, he grabbed his wife's waist and greedily said, "Sister, I've missed you so much! How's my baby?"

His wife tried to push him away, but the old beggar's strong arms held her firmly, leaving her powerless.

Faced with the wolf-like old beggar, Xue'er could only nod, acknowledging that the baby was fine. The old beggar was overjoyed, sighing to the heavens, "I, Er Gouzi, finally have an heir! What could be more joyful than continuing the family line?

Especially now, in my old age, to have such a beautiful teacher pregnant with my child!" The old beggar, overcome with lust, forcibly dragged his wife onto the bed. Faced with his humiliation, his wife could only silently endure it. For the child, everything was for the child.

After leaving his wife on the bed, the old beggar hurriedly pulled down her underwear. Crouching down, he could clearly see her bare labia. His wife's pubic hair was thick, and her delicate vulva trembled slightly, radiating a beautiful feminine glow.

Before this stunning beauty, the old beggar's penis immediately hardened. Such a beautiful cunt was right before him; he had to fuck her properly, to do justice to his manhood. The old beggar forcefully spread his wife's legs, because only then could he deeply insert his thick penis into his desired sacred place. After spreading his wife's thighs, the old beggar quickly pulled down his pants and frantically pressed himself against his wife. Then, his penis, like a python, slithered into his wife's honeypot.

To his wife's surprise, this time the old beggar fucked her slowly, instead of rushing in and ejaculating as before. Perhaps his conversation with Gou Sheng that afternoon had given him a new understanding of sex, so his penis slowly moved in and out of his wife's honeypot. Then, with a forceful thrust, he plunged his entire penis deep into his wife's vagina, then slowly withdrew.

The old beggar, moving with a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, seemed to thrive on his wife. Unexpectedly, the old beggar's manipulation actually aroused his wife. Her heavy breathing and the gradual flushing of her face confirmed that she was gradually adapting to the old beggar's fucking, her body unconsciously responding to his movements.

The old beggar's vigorous fucking caused her to open her eyes. She watched him ride her, then slightly turned her head, trying to avoid looking at his disgusting face. Although the sensations in her lower body were growing stronger, she found it hard to accept the man before her. Was she really going to abandon her beloved husband and spend the rest of her life with this old beggar?

No, the wife mustered all her strength and pressed her delicate hands against the old beggar's chest, but as the old beggar pressed his entire body down on her again, her strength was forcibly suppressed. The old beggar, aroused by the thrusting, wantonly ravaged her breasts with his hands, shaping them into various forms.

To achieve even greater pleasure, the old beggar simply turned his wife's body over, making her lie face down on the bed, and licked her snow-white breasts several times, murmuring, "Beautiful, so beautiful!"

Then, he thrust his penis into her from behind again.

The wife was almost unprepared for this penetration; under the old beggar's violent thrusting, her body arched forward, her head thrown back, emitting a soft moan.

The old beggar, hearing this sound, thrust even more violently, reaching forward to tightly grasp his wife's full breasts, kneading them wantonly. His penis below was like a fully wound-up toy, churning wildly inside his wife's vagina.

The repeated thrusting and withdrawing exhausted his wife's strength, while the old beggar, now in a frenzy, roared and gripped her breasts tightly, pressing his upper body against her back to thrust his penis as deep as possible. Finally, he ejaculated, once again shooting his semen deep into her.

The sounds of their intercourse filled the bedroom. My wife and I, through our wedding photo, watched their passionate lovemaking from above. Fate was cruel. After ejaculating, the old beggar climbed off his wife, watching the white fluid slowly flowing from her skin. He felt a surge of pride and arrogance. "You city folks are nothing special," he thought. "You rich woman are still being fucked by my cock, aren't you?"

His wife gasped for breath, the intercourse unbearable. She mentally rejected the old beggar's body, yet her body involuntarily yielded to his advances.

The old beggar looked at his delicate wife, left the bedroom, and returned a moment later with an item in his hand. His wife, seeing the object in his hand, sat up instinctively.

What was that? She knew it was a chastity belt, a relic of the last century, a symbol of male conquest of women, a remnant of feudal society. How could this old man have such a thing?

The old beggar completely ignored his wife and began his lewd behavior. His wife, naked, stood up and tried to leave the room, but was quickly pounced on by the old beggar. After pinning her to the bed, the old beggar frantically tried to put a chastity belt on her. His wife, a teacher, couldn't accept this ignorant and outdated invention: "No, please don't do this! I can't wear this!"

"I know this is a chastity belt. From now on, you are my woman, and you will always wear this. From now on, you can only be my wife." His wife struggled violently, trying to break free from the old beggar's next move, but the old beggar held her down like a bull. The previous lovemaking had already exhausted her, and after her struggles were futile, she could only humiliatingly allow the old beggar to put the belt on her genitals.

The old beggar wanted this chastity belt to be on his wife forever. He hung the eyelet in front of her and then forcefully spread her legs, using his knees to make her slightly lift her buttocks so he could put the chastity belt on her lower body.

After finishing, the old beggar, beaming with pride, grabbed the chain of the chastity belt, trembling as he passed it through his wife's genitals. He then pulled it forcefully up her back, ensuring the leather opening of the belt covered her vulva, before lewdly fastening it to her waistband.

Once everything was in place, the old beggar attached a small lock to his waistband and pulled with all his might, locking the chastity belt securely. My beloved wife was fully conscious at that moment: but what good was being conscious?

This old beggar had made her wear this to prove that from now on she was his woman!

"Don't do this to me, please, don't... don't lock me!"

But it was too late. A clear click, the lock tightened, and the old beggar had already fastened it. My wife could only watch helplessly as he took the key off and put it in his pocket.

The old beggar smiled smugly and carefully placed the key in his robes. "Girl, you're so beautiful."

My wife's tears flowed like a broken kite string, she cried uncontrollably. At that moment, she desperately wished I would appear at the door.

Right there at the door of our home. She didn't know I had almost given up on her. A man can wear anything, but he can't wear a green hat.

Just as I was racking my brains, I suddenly received a call from work. The project I was in charge of had gone wrong, and the other party had tricked the company, causing a loss of nearly ten million yuan. When the higher-ups learned of this, they were furious. They demanded serious internal handling and reported the matter to the police. The police launched an investigation overnight. Since I was in charge of the project, as the person primarily responsible, I received a summons from the court that very night

. I had some basic legal knowledge. Ten million yuan! I carefully recalled the project, and after a long time, in great pain, I finally found the root of the problem. It was all my negligence. That night, I was blinded by the women the other party had brought. Under the temptation of alcohol and beautiful women, I signed the contract without hesitation. The moment I signed, the other party took advantage of me. I would have to compensate for the money I lost, and all my assets, including my house, were worth at most a million or so.

I was powerless to repay such a loss of nearly ten million .

If I couldn't pay, I would be imprisoned by the court, facing a life behind bars. No—I can't let it be like this. Fate can't be so unfair to me. The thought of my beloved, beautiful wife being raped by that old beggar bastard, and them having their illegitimate child, while I would be pitifully hiding in a corner of the prison, secretly masturbating to satisfy my pathetic lust, never to enter my wife's beautiful body again—I couldn't accept it.

*Ding-dong.* The doorbell suddenly rang. I jumped up as if startled. Through the peephole, I saw several policemen standing imposingly outside the door, each with gleaming handcuffs at their waists.

(The End)

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"The Kind and Beautiful Wife (Enhanced Edition) ": First, I would like to thank the author, fan5606417, and all the online writers. This adaptation of "The Kind and Beautiful Wife" was made at the repeated request of a netizen, and I reluctantly added this sequel. Due to limited ideas, the plot is inevitably monotonous. Readers are welcome to offer valuable suggestions. This novel is entirely from the internet, copied and pasted from various online writers. If the original author or the author of the copied novels does not like it, updates will be stopped immediately. Chapter 1: A Beautiful Wife Like a Painting "Oh... Yunxiang... are you clean? Ah—" My wife let out a soft, melodious moan, her head tilting back, revealing the bluish veins bulging on her slender, swan-like neck, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. "Hmm... I already washed..." I mumbled in response, my lips nibbling and kissing her beautiful oval face. My wife, Mu Rouxue, is a very clean woman. Even when we are intimate, she insists that I must shower first, especially carefully washing my penis, even though we always wear a condom. Even our first time was with a condom. My emotions had already reached their peak. The thought of an upcoming long business trip fueled my intense sexual desire. My 180cm frame pressed completely against my wife's 175cm slender body, rubbing and pulsating. Her body was soft as cotton, yet incredibly elastic. The powerful force of my weight pressing against hers felt as if every cell in her body was being dissolved into mine, while every cell in mine felt the throbbing within her and the passionate flow beneath. My 25-year-old wife had developed the most beautiful parts of a woman perfectly—curves in all the right places, perky in all the right places—she was practically the template for a woman's perfect figure. This perfect body of hers belonged only to me, designed by heaven just for me; every curve and contour on her body perfectly matched the curves and contours on mine. My wife's arms clung tightly to my waist, her smooth body writhing beneath me as if struggling under the weight. With each twist, I could feel her full breasts rolling against my chest like warm water bottles—a sensation that was indescribable. I pressed myself against her smooth, oil-like flesh, pulling my head down to her chest, grasping one of her prized 34C teardrop-shaped breasts—round, full, and firm, the kind of breast that would make any man drool. I opened my mouth wide and began to suckle, almost completely swallowing her pink nipple and areola…

I knelt down, spreading my wife's long, slender, white legs and placing them on my shoulders. Her legs were both strong and incredibly fair and delicate, with visible blue capillaries on the inner thighs. Against the backdrop of her pale, pinkish legs, her rosy vulva stood out prominently. The skin on her inner thighs stretched, revealing plump, white labia majora and tender, folded labia minora, free of pigmentation and pubic hair, parted to expose a deep, pinkish cavity.

I looked up at my wife, lying on her back in this alluring and seductive position, her fair, rosy skin so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, and her perfect S-shaped figure, like an ivory-carved goddess—generous, dignified, gentle, and serene—all qualities that inspired deep adoration in any man.

My wife's labia were already wet; I parted her labia and slowly inserted myself.

"Ah, oh—be gentle, husband…it hurts…"

My wife gasped, her head involuntarily tilting back, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, her legs trembling, her smooth abdomen taut. For

over a year, every time I entered her, she cried out in pain, no matter how much foreplay or how wet she was. My penis is only average for a Chinese man, and each time I squeezed into her tight passage, she cried out in pain, which satisfied my male ego.

To be honest, when I first met my wife, looking at her tall, slender 175cm figure, I couldn't help but think of the phrase "tall, big breasts, wide vagina," and worried I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. But now, it all seems unnecessary. "Tall, big breasts, tight vagina" suits my wife, Rouxue, much better.

Luckily, she chose me. If she had chosen someone with a huge penis like the men in porn, I don't know how she would have survived. I shook my head sharply, dismissing that lewd thought, and slowly began to move back and forth.

"Mmm—mmm…ah—"

I held my wife tightly, skillfully and gently entering and exiting her graceful, snow-white body, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Compared to a year ago, I'm much more experienced now, all honed on this soft, beautiful body beneath me.

I sucked on one of my wife's rosy, firm nipples, moving it incessantly, influencing her entire body.

My wife's body trembled involuntarily, letting out low moans, swaying her full hips in rhythm with my

movements. Rouxue is truly a good wife. No matter how fast or slow, heavy or light, whether the position is the same old one or a new one, my wife always so considerately cooperates with my movements, appearing happy to accept it.

I prefer to have my wife beneath me. This way, I can fully utilize my physical advantages: my 180cm height and 90kg weight can firmly and completely cover my wife's 175cm tall, 55kg full and slender body. I could fully experience the pride of a man dominating a woman. With each thrust, my wife's waist trembled, her breasts heaved, and she cried out softly.

At that moment, her alluring and seductive state was fully appreciated by me. I enjoyed watching her movements beneath me with an appreciative eye. In my eyes, only my wife could perform lovemaking so perfectly.

At this moment, on the bed, my wife completely shed her usual refined and elegant demeanor, her noble bearing, and her exquisitely sexy body and face now displaying a wanton and yearning expression. Her eyes shone with a wantonness that would intoxicate any man, captivating and mesmerizing. Her moans, mingled with passion and sensuality, opened every pore of my body, igniting an endless fire of desire within every cell.

I gradually increased the speed of my penetration, feeling the warm, moist embrace of her lower body, feeling her purity and softness; I felt the intensity of her desire, and also her shy acceptance. Watching my wife writhe ecstatically as I thrust into her, I felt a powerful sense of conquest and visual pleasure.

Driven by my powerful body, she had completely lost her previous shyness, responding to my thrusts and offering herself completely, letting her body be ravaged.

Then, I slowed down.

"Ah...no, don't stop...oh, husband...don't stop..."

"Rou'er, is it good?"

"Mmm..."

my wife moaned.

"Scream louder, be more unrestrained...okay?"

I craved not only physical stimulation but also auditory stimulation.

"Mmm...ah, ah—oh..."

Though it was just a simple "mmm ah," the moans from my wife's lips were incredibly alluring, each one a captivating melody. The speed and rhythm of the "mmm ah" alone created such rich music. My wife groaned loudly, her slender waist twisting from side to side, her snow-white buttocks heaving rapidly, and her nipples, which were originally like red beans, swelled up and trembled with each thrust. At this moment, my wife had completely lost any semblance of the pure and elegant demeanor she usually possessed as a beautiful teacher; she was nothing but a wanton harlot!

"Rou'er, you're such a sexy darling. When you get wanton, any man would be captivated by you,"

I teased, suddenly pulling my penis out of her, leaving her with no further stimulation, only an endless emptiness. I wasn't satisfied with just hearing my wife's moans; I wanted even greater verbal stimulation.

My wife, at the peak of her sexual desire, suddenly lost her source of pleasure. Her body trembled as if electrocuted, her tense body arching like a bow, her white legs convulsing violently…

"Mmm…husband, give it to me…"

My wife couldn't resist the burning desire within her and cried out uncontrollably, moaning.

“Rou’er, moan louder, say ‘Fuck me!’...Scream louder...I’m a slut, fuck me to death!…”

I teased my thirsty wife.

“…I…ah…husband, ah…”

“Rou’er, moan, moan quickly, and I’ll give myself to you.”

“I—ah…husband, I, I…ah…I, I’m a slut, fuck me quickly…um, ah—fuck me to death…”

My wife, who was usually a teacher, could no longer bear it, loudly uttering words she found difficult to say, moaning passionately, like a seasoned prostitute, incredibly lewd and alluring.

I felt a sense of accomplishment, and thrust into my wife again, pounding rapidly.

Under my powerful thrusts, my wife let out beautiful moans and groans, like heavenly music, her eyes slightly open, her pleading gaze filled with adoration and happiness. In coordination with my fierce attacks, she constantly opened and closed her body, letting the pleasure in her body rise wildly, to meet the climax she longed for.

The rapid, relentless thrusting for over ten minutes had almost completely exhausted me, leaving me feeling utterly drained. I collapsed onto my wife's voluptuous and alluring body, patting her large, round buttocks.

Understanding, she carefully rolled over onto me, changing to a woman-on-top position. Compared to the missionary position, my wife, seemingly made of water, preferred the woman-on-top position in bed. This allowed her soft, fluid body to move freely and dance on me, flowing like water. In her own words, this position allowed her to stretch and release herself completely.

I, too, enjoyed the pleasure my wife's movements brought. I could simply enjoy it without making any effort, or freely explore the curves of her body with my hands and feet. My

wife raised her round, full buttocks and carefully guided my erect penis into her. Instead of immediately thrusting, she sat quietly on my lap, her hands on my chest and abdomen, beginning to move, helping me relieve my fatigue.

What an understanding and beautiful wife!

My wife's slender, jade-like hands moved nimbly up and down, her onion-like fingers bringing a unique sensation, like playing a beautiful melody. Perhaps it was because she had played the piano since childhood, but her long, delicate fingers truly made the music sound like a performance, the melodies beautiful and the rhythm clear. One moment it was Beethoven's "Fate," the next Mozart's "Don Giovanni," then Liszt's style, and then Haydn's tempo, making me, lying on my back, hum comfortably.

Seeing me relax, my wife leaned against me, her 34C teardrop-shaped breasts pressing flat against my chest, rubbing against me in circles. Her large, round, white buttocks rose and fell rhythmically.

At first, her movements were small, but each touch was very close; she pressed tightly against my lower body, the intense friction causing her clitoris to generate a surge of sensual currents, and the copious secretions moistened our pubic hair, minimizing friction.

My wife's warm vaginal canal seemed alive, enveloping my penis relentlessly, automatically contracting and relaxing in a rhythmic assault.

Her canal was overflowing with love juice, soaking my pubic hair and scrotum. Yet, it remained miraculously tight, as if a tiny mouth were sucking inside. I couldn't bear the stimulation and desperately pushed my wife off me. She understood and sat upright. Her body rose and fell, her two full, white breasts swaying like flowers in a downpour. After

a while, she leaned back, supporting her upper body with her hands and slightly raising her legs, beginning to move her large, beautiful buttocks even more vigorously, rubbing her vaginal walls against my penis more intensely.

The sound of her breasts swaying up and down, and the slapping of her buttocks against my thighs, was so beautiful that I was deeply intoxicated by wave after wave of pleasure.

"Mmm...darling...do you like this...?"

My wife gasped, her words muffled by intense moans.

She moved passionately against me, like a seductive and alluring modern dance. Only a young woman in her prime, like my wife, would dance so romantically and innocently in bed.

I looked up at my wife; besides her pretty face, she had a full and healthy figure. What captivated me most were her breasts, so high and firm, swaying with incredible elasticity, bouncing freely.

Her white, high breasts had soft, rounded lines, perfectly formed, their curves beautiful, creating a pair of perfect circles. But these circles weren't simply geometric; rather, the fullness of her breasts caused a moderate bulge in the lower part of her breasts, the curves beautiful, round and firm, provocatively forming a graceful teardrop shape!

The height of her breasts was just right; any lower and it would be pretty, not beautiful; any higher and it would be too sexy and ruin her elegance.

My wife is truly the most beautiful of all women. Unlike other women whose breasts sag under their own weight when they straighten their backs without the support of a bra, my wife's full and ample breasts maintain such a beautiful shape, with her nipples slightly erect, lively and vibrant.

I reached out and grabbed my wife's two firm and full breasts, kneading them wantonly. I knew that only at this moment could I fully enjoy my wife's breasts in the heat of desire. My usually delicate wife could never withstand my rough handling of her breasts, and I would never do that.

In my hands, my wife's breasts were like two water-filled balloons, unbelievably soft, easily kneaded into various shapes. Sometimes they were pressed flat; sometimes stretched into long strips; sometimes pinched deeply from the center, forming a gourd shape, wider at the bottom and narrower at the top; sometimes they were grasped completely, the snow-white flesh squeezing out between my fingers…

My wife showed no pain or discomfort on her face, but rather an expression of satisfaction. Her red lips parted constantly, emitting soft moans, like the most beautiful sounds in the world. Her hazy eyes and wild passion were like the most beautiful painting on earth.

I doubt anyone could imagine that this beautiful teacher, so noble, elegant, pure, and serene on the outside, would be so intoxicated and unrestrained in bed. My wife clung to me like a snake, wriggling and rubbing against me, her long hair swinging in the air.

Anyone who saw this scene would be utterly astonished, but unfortunately, only I, Shen Yunxiang, could appreciate and enjoy this beauty.

But I never imagined that a few months later, all of this would no longer belong to me!

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01-31 Chapter 2: The Secret of the "Foreign Horse"

I released my wife's breasts. They immediately bounced back to their previous shape, standing tall and erect, only much larger than before, appearing even heavier. I knew this was a physiological reaction of excitement in my wife; her teardrop-shaped breasts swelled into round, plump bulges, almost bursting, trembling slightly.

I patted my wife's full buttocks, and she understood, turning 180 degrees around me, leaning forward, her hands gripping my ankles, her back to me, her upper body still, using only the power of her waist to rotate her large, full buttocks, beginning to grind against my pubic hair, giving my penis a rotating pleasure.

If I only described it, no one could imagine that my wife's slender waist possessed such powerful explosive force.

It propelled her large, white buttocks to rotate and grind at a high speed with a lightness and agility completely disproportionate to their size. My wife's technique of alternating twisting and up-and-down movements slowly led my body into a unique and unprecedented state.

Her pubic hair massage technique had improved significantly; for my exceptionally intelligent wife, it was a piece of cake. She learned this technique last month by dragging my shy wife along with me from watching Japanese adult films. True to her teacherly nature, she picked it up immediately and mastered the skills.

I lay comfortably on the bed, enjoying the pleasure from my wife's pubic hair massage.

Looking at her from behind, her slender, smooth, and rounded back was exceptionally white and delicate. The ridge formed by her concave spine outlined a beautiful arc, winding down to where her back and buttocks met, disappearing into that alluring cleft. Her two tender, high, and pert buttocks were almost split in two by the penetration of my penis, bringing forth bursts of warm, wet spray.

The curves of my wife's body undulated dramatically like flowing water, yet remained proportionate, radiating the beauty of youth. My wife's thighs were firm and rounded, long and straight, her large, rounded buttocks forming an astonishing curve that connected to her slender waist in exaggerated arcs. High and rounded, her hips undulated dramatically with each movement.

From behind, my wife really looked like…like a Western woman!

I suddenly remembered the nickname men gave her behind her back—"Western Woman"!

Indeed, she resembled her in appearance! But not in spirit!

In fact, although my wife was only 175cm tall, she possessed an exceptionally delicate and graceful appearance. Her beautiful oval face and pointed chin exuded a confident, noble, and serene aura. This wasn't a deliberate act, but rather a result of her rich and understated family background.

Her father was the director of a top-tier hospital in the city, and her mother was a professor at a prestigious university; their family was very well-off. My wife received an excellent education from a young age, and was knowledgeable, reasonable, gentle, and virtuous.

She was a middle school teacher at a century-old prestigious school, a profession that further enhanced her scholarly air.

The nickname "Big Foreign Horse" is not only due to the wife's height, but also undoubtedly related to her large breasts and hips.

Her bust is 92cm and her hips are 94cm. What appears to be a large bust and hips to outsiders is, in my opinion, largely due to her 62cm waist! Her slender waist creates a strong visual illusion for onlookers.

My wife's bust and hip measurements aren't the largest among Chinese women, but I dare say her waist and leg length are absolutely among the thinnest and longest.

Her waist is incredibly slender, barely a handful, with shallow, wide pelvis, and round, firm buttocks that are divided into two semicircles that curve backward. The waist widens abruptly at the hips, further emphasizing her wasp waist and rounded hips. Below her curves are two straight, well-proportioned long legs, perfectly proportioned at 0.618. Her full thighs aren't thick, without an ounce of fat, slender and round like two jade pillars extending to her knees. The transition between her hips and legs is abrupt, emphasizing the roundness and perkiness of her large buttocks. Unlike some tall, slender girls whose legs appear long and thin from the front but turn into inverted triangles from the side, her legs are much wider and flatter towards the top.

My wife's calves are very straight, fitting perfectly together. Having worked as a model in college, she's one of the few models whose calves can hold a book between them without it falling. Her calf muscles are well-defined, and in high heels, the beautiful curves of her calves are even more pronounced.

Full

breasts, a slender waist, plump hips, and long legs—that's probably where my wife's nickname "Big Foreign Horse" comes from. In my hometown, "Big Foreign Horse" describes a tall, strong, and beautiful woman. Even though my wife looks like one, her personality is different. My wife is too kind; she has compassion for both people and small animals. Her kindness makes me suspect she's an angel of love fallen to earth, offering love to anyone she encounters who needs help.

I still clearly remember our first date. It was July 28, 2010. My father's friend introduced me to a friend's daughter.

Waiting in the park where we first met, in high spirits, I casually gave 10 yuan to an old beggar holding a cup.

My father's friend reminded me that his friend's daughter was approaching from a distance.

The moment I saw my wife, I fell in love with her—it was absolutely love at first sight. My wife walked gracefully through the crowd, her tall figure of 1.75 meters, her shoulder-length hair, and her clear, innocent eyes sending a chill down my spine. I absolutely do not deny the sexual element involved; her breasts were undeniably full, their curves clearly outlined in the thin summer shirt.

An old beggar, leaving us, aimlessly begged against the flow of the crowd. Well-dressed men and women all covered their noses and avoided the foul-smelling old beggar.

Only my wife stopped, her face filled with pity and compassion, and without hesitation, opened her purse and gave the old beggar all her loose change.

After my father's family friend introduced us, my wife and I were left alone.

I will never forget the feeling of facing Rouxue up close for the first time—oppression! A suffocating oppression!

The first impression was one of oppressive beauty! Beautiful like a goddess untouched by worldly concerns!

The second impression was one of overwhelming oppression! Rouxue, at 175cm, was wearing heels that day that were at least six or seven centimeters high! The slender woman was already tall, and with high heels, I had to look up at her.

The third glance was one of suppressed sensuality! I desperately suppressed my desire! That day, Rou Xue was wearing high heels with jeans! Only a tall woman like her would dare to wear that! And they were low-waisted, high-stretch jeans! Her

full curves and long legs were firmly displayed. Her entire pubic area was tightly bound, outlining her figure.

Her low waist revealed a glimpse of her snow-white belly. As she walked, her hips swayed from side to side, the mysterious triangle area sparking all sorts of fantasies.

From behind, it was even more alluring; her full, round buttocks were stretched taut by the jeans, sticking out backwards. Her buttocks were widely parted, the jeans sinking deep inside. Because of the high heels, her calves were straight, and her buttocks involuntarily sticked out backwards. From behind, her high, full buttocks seemed ready for rear-entry penetration at any moment.

That day, my heart nearly leaped out of my throat. I felt my blood surging and pounding through my body, unable to reconcile the almost divine purity I held for her with her voluptuous body and my own burgeoning lust.

During our conversation, I couldn't help but fantasize about Rou Xue's most private parts beneath the rough fabric.

She must have pubic hair, right? What shape would it take? If her genitals were completely shaved, how breathtaking that patch of black hair on her fair, full skin would be… and so on. I ridiculously indulged in these pointless and superfluous speculations.

We talked for less than an hour that day before Rou Xue politely excused herself, refusing my offer to escort her home.

Even after returning home, I wasn't sure if Rou Xue would be interested in me. At the time, she had no fewer than a hundred men pursuing her, some offering houses, some cars, while what did I have? An ordinary family background, an ordinary office worker.

I couldn't discern any hope from Rou Xue's indifferent expression! I hesitated for a few days before finally mustering the courage to text Rouxue and ask her out for coffee. To my surprise, she readily agreed.

At that moment, I truly felt like the happiest man in the world! My goddess had favored me! And my girlfriend had become my wife!

My proud wife rejected the temptations of other men's money and chose to marry me, an ordinary man. Therefore, I cherished my wife even more and obeyed her every command.

Later, I asked my wife why she chose me. In her words, she chose me because she saw me giving alms to an old beggar, and thus developed a liking for me at first sight. At the same time, her mother also had a good impression of me.

"Mmm—"

My wife's moans and grinding movements grew louder, waking me from my past memories. I knew my wife was on the verge of collapse.

My wife's ample, round buttocks changed from circling and grinding to rapid up-and-down movements, striking my thighs with loud "slap slap" sounds.

I instinctively grabbed my wife's full, high-perched buttocks with one hand and began to knead them vigorously. The feel was simply amazing—delicate, soft, and incredibly smooth, like a peeled hard-boiled egg, slippery to the touch, and extremely elastic.

With my other hand, I inserted a finger into my wife's beautiful, delicate anus. My finger, glistening with her love juice, was exceptionally slippery, and when inserted into her warm anus, it felt incredibly tight, contracting and squeezing until my finger couldn't move.

My wife's sexy buttocks involuntarily arched slightly, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper, while her hips heaved rapidly, almost frantically, swallowing and releasing my hard penis.

My wife is a traditional girl from a traditional family, four years younger than me. Although she has a lively and cheerful personality, she is cautious about matters between men and women, always carefully maintaining boundaries in our relationship. From my first date to our first kiss, a full three months had passed. Now, she was so gently cooperating with me in bed—it was truly a feat for my wife!

My brain was numbed by waves of pleasure. The pleasure in my penis washed over every cell of my body like waves. I gripped and kneaded my wife's large buttocks even harder, my fingers probing her anus more vigorously, eliciting soft moans from her. Her anus clenched even tighter, and the moonlight streamed in, illuminating her alabaster-like body, making it appear exceptionally alluring and seductive.

Listening to my wife's soft, Suzhou-accented Mandarin; smelling the light, fragrant scent emanating from her body; seeing her full, smooth body and her beautiful, mesmerizing curves, I felt like a god. My heart soared with excitement. I possessed boundless joy, boundless passion, and an unparalleled sense of conquest.

Finally, my wife and I reached the peak of our sexual union.

"I must take a shower," my wife finally said, getting up naked and walking into the master bathroom. "I feel so dirty!"

This had been her habit for over a year; she always had to shower after making love, meticulously washing her genitals with the hot water from the showerhead for quite some time. I even jokingly wondered if my wife was a bit of a germaphobe.

I couldn't imagine what my wife would feel if my penis were inserted directly into her vagina without a condom. To be honest, for over a year, I had never experienced direct penetration; it always had to be through a thin membrane.

My wife was always afraid of accidentally getting pregnant, and she wasn't ready to be a mother yet. So I had to use a condom, even the first time. I love my wife, and I always obey her.

My wife gracefully scooped water to bathe, her slender yet voluptuous body, snow-white, swaying beautifully, her curves flowing softly into mesmerizing poses.

If I weren't so weak, I would have pounced on her again.

When I finished bathing, my wife lay sprawled on the bed like a little lamb.

"Rou'er, I need to discuss something with you..."

I said, embracing my wife.

Recently, my company was launching a new project in another city, and they decided to assign me to be in charge. This was a fantastic opportunity for promotion and a raise. Although we weren't short of money, my wife's family was very well-off, and as a man, I always hoped to achieve something in my career to be worthy of her. So I decided to obey the company's arrangements.

I slowly told my wife about my business trip.

She looked somewhat disappointed and unhappy. Although she was reluctant for me to be away from home for so long, she was always understanding and respected my wishes, so she had no choice but to agree.

"When are you planning to leave?"

my wife asked sadly.

"In the next two days… Rou'er, I'm so sorry!"

I said, feeling guilty towards my wife.

"It's okay, a man should have his own career…"

my wife tried to smile and comfort me.

I was deeply moved and hugged my wife's smooth body tightly. Marrying such a kind and beautiful wife was truly a blessing I had accumulated over several lifetimes.

"Rou'er, let's have a child after this business trip! I'm already 29 this year…"

I gently stroked my wife's smooth, flat belly, as if I could see our new life growing inside. “I really want to enjoy the right to have unprotected sex… okay?”

“Yunxiang, let’s wait a few more years, okay?”

My wife pouted, refusing in a coquettish way. “I don’t want to have a child so early like Mom.”

“Oh… okay.”

I always obey my wife.

“Honey, you’re so good!”

My wife hugged my neck and kissed me hard on the cheek. The intense sex had quickly made my wife fall asleep happily.

But I couldn’t fall asleep for a while.

“I don’t want to have a child so early like Mom.”

My mother-in-law did give birth to my wife quite early. My mother-in-law is 44 years old this year, and she gave birth to Rouxue when she was 19. My father-in-law is 59 years old this year.

In the conservative 1980s, my mother-in-law, a 19-year-old female college student, and my father-in-law, 34 years old, had Rouxue. It must have been a huge scandal at the time. I wonder what kind of passionate love story my mother-in-law and father-in-law had. Unfortunately, they never talked about their story. When my wife and I asked them curiously, my mother-in-law and father-in-law just smiled and remained silent.

What puzzles me even more is that my wife takes her mother's surname, Mu Yu.

My father-in-law explained that her mother came from a prestigious family that had been dedicated to education for generations, earning a reputation as a family of educators. Furthermore, they were the only sons in their family for three generations, so my wife took her mother's surname.

But my father-in-law also comes from a prominent family, with only sons in three generations!

My mother-in-law is a professor, naturally exuding a noble and serious teacher's aura. Even my father-in-law, who is the dean, is completely under her thumb at home.

Is it because of this reverence for my mother-in-law that my wife had to take her surname?

I've already experienced my mother-in-law's authority firsthand, as she was my university professor!

It's precisely because of this relationship that my mother-in-law felt comfortable entrusting my wife to me. In her words, Rou Xue is too kind! Too easily deceived; only someone she knows well can be trusted.

Chapter 3: Mother-in

-Law Mu Yu Early in the morning, I drew back the curtains, and the bedroom was instantly brightened. Opening the window, the fresh air invigorated me, even though I was naked. Through the open window, I could vaguely see figures moving on the balcony of the villa across the street.

"Honey, lie down a little longer, I'll go prepare breakfast for you..."

My wife was always gentle and considerate, without a trace of the arrogance of a wealthy heiress.

I lay blissfully in bed, waiting for my wife to prepare breakfast. With such a kind and beautiful wife, I was content for life!

Every time we made love, I was exhausted, so I needed a good rest. The title of "three-times-a-night man" was definitely not for me. I knew I wasn't particularly strong in bed, and compared to others, I was certainly inferior, but what did it matter?

My wife's tolerance was enough!

I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. On the financial channel, a special interview on this year's financial situation was playing. The interviewee was my wife's mother, Mu Yu, my mother-in-law, and my professor from university.

On the screen, my mother-in-law appeared even more mature and dignified, exuding an elegant feminine charm.

My wife and mother-in-law look very alike, except my mother-in-law is shorter than my wife. My wife inherited her 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, slender waist, full hips, and fair skin from her mother. Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to my mother-in-law. Although my 44-year-old mother-in-law always tries to dress maturely, she still looks like a woman in her early thirties.

I remember once my wife insisted that my mother-in-law wear her young and sexy clothes, put on makeup, and go shopping with my wife. As a result, that day on the street, nine and a half out of ten people looked at my mother-in-law and wife as a pair of beautiful sisters!

My mother-in-law possesses an approachable charm that makes people want to get close to her, which is perhaps an important reason why she became a renowned doctoral supervisor in her field. My wife, as a middle school teacher, naturally inherited this charm. The way she recites poetry to children is even more charming, like a fairy descending to earth.

Although she deliberately dresses in a more mature style, my mother-in-law on screen looks at most thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a fair oval face, wearing a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, elegant and charming.

I stared at my mother-in-law on the screen. Although she was over forty, her skin was still quite fair, and her figure was still excellent, with full breasts that displayed ripe, full curves. She exuded an air of nobility that stirred my imagination; in her youth, she would certainly have been no less beautiful than my wife. Even now, she possessed a tremendous allure, captivating every man watching!

In the program, my mother-in-law, with her elegant voice, accurately and wisely analyzed the current economic situation, trends, and countermeasures, leaving the mayor, also a guest on the interview, full of praise.

The program was originally designed to explore the differing viewpoints and conflicts between academics and economists on the current economic situation.

However, unexpectedly, halfway through the program, the mayor, representing the economics, sided with my mother-in-law, representing the academia.

Despite being a seasoned official and usually composed, the mayor, in his fifties, couldn't help but reveal admiration and respect for my mother-in-law in his eyes. This admiration wasn't just for her knowledge; it also contained a significant sexual element!

Every man who has met and admired my mother-in-law harbors a sexual element in his consciousness! It's just a matter of degree!

I am the same!

Under the summer blanket, my penis, limp from last night's intense battle, was already proudly erect! Just like when I first met my mother-in-law in college! In

2003, at 19, I finally stepped into the School of Economics and Management at Z University, a nationally renowned institution.

On the first day of Market Economics class, my roommates and I rushed to the lecture hall early, scrambling for front-row seats, but even with our efforts, we only managed to get seats in the middle. The front and middle seats were basically all taken by the boys.

Because everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the beautiful Professor Mu Yu!

At the orientation, we freshmen from the School of Economics and Management learned about the beautiful and elegant Professor Mu Yu from the upperclassmen. At 35, Professor Mu was the most famous professor at Z University, not only for her profound knowledge but also, and perhaps more so, for her beauty!

It's said that when Professor Mu first arrived at Z University, she was still a lecturer. The unmarried and even married male teachers at Z University shouted the slogan, "Marry Mu Yu!"

and openly challenged each other to a duel to see who could win over Lecturer Mu Yu first!

Lecturer Mu Yu smiled nonchalantly at the male teachers' obsessive pursuit, explaining that she was already married and her child was in school. No one believed her until she brought her beautiful 7-year-old daughter, Mu Rouxue, to stop the frenzied pursuit.

However, according to well-informed upperclassmen, back then, the male teachers at Z University openly challenged each other to see who could win over Lecturer Mu Yu first; now, they secretly agreed to see who could ultimately sleep with Professor Mu Yu!

Rumors circulated that some high-ranking officials at the university attempted to use underhanded tactics to get close to Professor Mu Yu but were all humiliated!

Some even tried to use drugging and rape to get with her, but ultimately dared not act after considering the consequences.

Because Professor Mu Yu's husband is the director of a top-tier hospital, and even a central-level leader has to queue up to see him! Although Professor Mu Yu's husband doesn't have absolute power, which provincial or municipal leader would dare to offend him!

Freshmen! Get ready to masturbate! This was the advice the upperclassmen gave us at the end of the orientation meeting!

Now, everyone was eagerly anticipating Professor Mu Yu's class, with even male students from other departments pretending to attend.

"Wow—"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the lecture hall as Professor Mu Yu walked to the podium.

Wearing small, exquisite glasses, Professor Mu Yu was elegant, quiet, and graceful. She wore a black silk blouse with a silver-white belted skirt, showcasing her beautiful figure and exuding the wisdom and charm of an intellectual woman.

At 35, Professor Mu Yu looked like she was in her late twenties; the years might have taken away her youth, but they couldn't take away her beauty. An intellectual woman is like a piece of jade that has been constantly polished, like a flower quietly blooming—unassuming, not arrogant, not haughty. Her composure, confidence, wisdom, and hidden allure remain captivating.

Professor Mu Yu remained unfazed by our praise, clearly accustomed to such astonishment. With a calm and elegant demeanor, she opened her lecture notes and began.

I don't remember anything about that lecture, and I think the same is true for everyone else.

During that class, my eyes were glued to Professor Mu Yu's every move. On the podium, she exuded elegance, charm, and sex appeal.

Elegance was a refined quality, a serene and graceful air that young girls couldn't imitate.

Charm was a mature charm, a captivating allure only a young woman possesses. Truly moving charm is dignified, not flirtatious. Professor Mu Yu embodied that dignified charm.

Sex appeal was a comparison to her figure: approximately 1.65 to 1.66 meters tall, wearing white mid-heeled sandals, she appeared even more slender. Her breasts, while not large, were at least a C-cup, proudly standing erect. Her waist was exceptionally slender, as if one could encircle it with a single hand. Furthermore, her neck, fingers, and legs were all remarkably long. She stood before me like a graceful swan on the podium.

During that class, my penis remained erect for the entire duration!

That night, hiding under the covers in my dorm room, I masturbated for the first time in my life, all for Professor Mu Yu. That

night, I could vaguely hear the movements of my five other roommates; they were also secretly masturbating for Professor Mu Yu! How many young men spent that night imagining Professor Mu Yu's beauty and sexiness while masturbating?

From then on, I fell into a deep infatuation with Professor Mu Yu, obsessed with everything about her.

In this complex world, the beautiful Professor Mu Yu is a poem, a painting, the condensation of the universe's spiritual essence, and a masterpiece of God.

Professor Mu Yu possesses a warm, intoxicating aura, like listening to the sound of a flute, smelling roses, lying on a thick velvet blanket, like water and honey, like smoke and a dream, enveloping me…

Every step she takes, every stretch, every flick of her hair, every glance… is like honey flowing, water rippling…

Professor Mu Yu has the appearance of a flower, the voice of a bird, the spirit of the moon, the posture of a willow, the bones of jade, the grace of autumn water, and the heart of poetry. Her static beauty was elegant and refined, radiant and noble, pure and serene, with a heart of jade and ice; while her dynamic beauty was light and graceful, charming and alluring, like a startled crane, her laughter fragrant. Her

entire being exuded a fragrant aura and a beautiful rhythm.

For men, every aspect of Professor Mu Yu could be a poem, a painting, a dream.

Because of Professor Mu Yu, I didn't go to dance halls or internet cafes for four years of university, and I excelled in every subject. I didn't even think about having a girlfriend. All I wanted was a word of praise from Professor Mu Yu: "Shen Yunxiang is a down-to-earth, steady, and studious boy—a good boy!"

It was my excellent performance during those four years of university that made Professor Mu Yu remember me. Unknowingly, this planted the seeds for my future happiness.

In 2010, by chance, my father's family friend had contact with Professor Mu Yu and unintentionally acted as a matchmaker. Professor Mu Yu heard my name and realized that I was the steady and studious Shen Yunxiang from back then. First, I passed Professor Mu Yu's rigorous test. Then, Professor Mu Yu agreed to let my daughter and I meet and date to see if my daughter had any feelings for me.

Thank God, that day, my casual act of giving ten yuan to an old beggar was seen by Mu Rouxue from afar. In the eyes of the kind-hearted Rouxue, I made a good first impression.

The kind-hearted Rouxue accepted me because of that unintentional act of kindness and became my wife.

Being able to defeat hundreds of competitors, besides my mother-in-law's approval, was mainly due to my wife's kindness.

My wife's kindness comes from her mother. I remember during college, my mother-in-law basically used her salary to help poor students. My wife inherited her mother's kind qualities, but she is even kinder than her mother. She feels sad when she sees an injured cat or dog on the street and stops to help it.

I am glad that I married a kind wife, but I never thought that it was precisely my wife's kindness that pushed me into an abyss of shame! No one can imagine that it was my mother-in-law's kindness that sowed the seeds of tragedy for the future!

I watched TV, still reminiscing about my college days.

"Yunxiang, get up and eat."

My wife called me as she entered the bedroom.

"Oh...coming..."

I hurriedly covered my genitals with the summer blanket. Because I was watching my mother-in-law on TV, my previously limp penis had become erect, and a little fluid had leaked out.

"You're watching Mom's financial talk show? No wonder you're so focused... By the way, Yunxiang, you're going on a long business trip this time. How about we go have a meal with Mom and Dad before you leave?"

"Okay, of course!"

Fortunately, Rouxue didn't notice the abnormality in my genitals.

My wife considerately brought me my clothes; her alluring body beneath her loungewear was incredibly tempting. I pulled her down onto the bed, my hand reaching for her soft breasts.

"Ah...no..."

My wife's body trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan. I remained silent, burying my head in her firm breasts, sucking on them, my mind still on the elegant mother-in-law I'd just seen on TV.

My wife struggled a couple of times, her soft body tensing, her breathing becoming rapid. Sensing these subtle changes, I removed her loungewear, leaned over her, and embraced her warm, soft body. After a few twists, she wrapped her arms around my neck, letting out a soft moan.

"Oh...honey, you're already craving it?..."

I skillfully began my assault...

"...Condom! Honey! Condom! You're not wearing one..."

After only seven or eight thrusts, I had to put on the latex again and resume my assault. After a fierce struggle, I flipped her over forcefully, and my wife, like a struggling white horse, stood on top of me.

"Honey, close the curtains! Someone will see us..."

My wife's snow-white body swayed, her eyes tightly closed, panting heavily. I didn't answer, but continued to thrust rhythmically, turning my head to look out the window. I wondered if anyone across the street could see the enchanting scene unfolding in this room? Would they see this beautiful body rising and falling in a daze? Would they recognize this enchanting, wanton woman as the most elegant and outstanding female teacher at the city's No. 1 High School?

I struggled to control my burgeoning desire, pushing the teacher to the peak of ecstasy again and again. Finally, after a drawn-out moan from her, the bedroom fell silent.

I kissed the smooth forehead of her delicate body pressed against my chest.

My wife glanced at him seductively, "You rascal, so amazing...you're such a pervert, why didn't you close the window?"

I smiled slightly, "Who could see that? It's so far away. But if they could, that guy would probably have a heart attack."

My wife giggled twice, "Are you trying to kill yourself, letting others see your wife!"

My wife snuggled closer, lying in my arms, her delicate oval face tilted back, her innocent eyes slightly narrowed, her slender arms like morning glory tendrils, entwining around my neck, her voice sweet and coquettish, as if she couldn't speak properly.

"Honey, you were really amazing just now...hehe." I chuckled foolishly, not answering. My mother-in-law's interview program on TV had just ended.

Chapter 4: The Old Beggar

After breakfast, Rouxue went into the bedroom to change clothes to prepare for work, and I cleared the table as usual.

When I returned to the bedroom, the scene before me made my blood boil. Rouxue was wearing a white V-neck tight-fitting sweater, which perfectly accentuated her large, round, teardrop-shaped breasts, with a deep cleavage that was incredibly alluring.

She wore a black apron skirt that tightly hugged her plump buttocks, making them appear even larger and more upturned.

Combined with her slender waist, her S-shaped figure was incredibly sexy and perfect.

At that moment, I could no longer control myself and immediately pounced on my wife, tightly embracing her from behind, my hands kneading her perfect breasts incessantly. Because her neckline was low, I casually pulled down her collar, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts before my eyes. A few fine blue veins were visible on her white breasts, and her pink nipples were half-covered by a white lace bra, which seemed about to burst. I bit down on the flesh above her nipple and sucked desperately.

Seeing this, my wife gently held my head, softly lifting her breasts so I could suckle more of her flesh.

Just as I was enjoying this, my wife suddenly cried out, "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

and slowly pushed me away. My gentle wife picked up her bag, kissed my forehead, and then turned and walked out of the house.

Little did I know that this would be the last time I enjoyed my wife's soft and full breasts.

After leaving home, Rouxue rode her pink electric scooter at high speed towards school. After my wife started working, her parents, worried about their precious daughter being exposed to the wind and sun on the way, had long ago bought her a Mini Cooper. But my wife always felt that it wasn't appropriate for a teacher to drive such a car to and from work, and since her workplace was only 2.5 kilometers from home, she rarely drove, always riding her electric scooter, except on rainy or snowy days.

When the wind blew, my wife's flowing long hair danced in the wind, exceptionally charming, and every man on the road turned to stare.

Just then, Rouxue suddenly saw several children throwing stones at a beggar under the bridge pier ahead. Kind-hearted Rouxue rode forward to stop them. Being a teacher, she was quite adept at dealing with children. Rouxue shouted, "You little devils are bullying the weak again! Your teacher doesn't like you anymore!"

The children, seeing how sexy Rouxue looked today, especially her round, full, teardrop-shaped breasts like ripe papayas hanging on her chest, and the deep cleavage that was so alluring, stared blankly, dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going to class?"

Rouxue deliberately gave a stern order, and the children finally reacted, their tongues lolling out as they ran towards the school. Once

the children were far away, Rouxue turned back to help the beggar. The beggar was about 50 years old, ragged and filthy, emitting a disgusting stench. Rouxue took two steps forward and looked closely; the old beggar was very thin, with sunken eyes, clearly malnourished.

The old beggar, lying on the ground, looked ahead and saw a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Looking further up, he saw a pair of protruding, semi-circular objects blocking his view. The old beggar rubbed his eyes and looked closer; he realized they were a beautiful woman's full, firm breasts, and he was immediately stunned.

Kind-hearted Rouxue, perhaps noticing the old beggar's unwavering gaze on her breasts, blushed and quickly took a step back, squatting down to help the old beggar up.

The old beggar slowly rose up, guided by his wife's arm. Just then, he saw his wife's white breasts, exposed as she bent over, revealing a deep cleavage due to their fullness. He shuddered and slipped, falling to the ground. Rou Xue was terrified. She quickly bent down and lifted the old beggar's arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The kind wife was unaware that the old beggar had slipped because he was captivated by her beauty. The old beggar gradually recovered and chuckled, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, my old bones are very resistant to falls!"

The kind wife tried to help the old beggar up, but unbeknownst to her, he deliberately leaned against Rou Xue, his elbow intentionally touching her breast.

Rou Xue's full and sexy body, combined with her soft breasts, completely captivated the old beggar.

Rouxue felt the old beggar's elbow pressing tightly against her breast, but fearing he would fall again, she gritted her teeth and endured it, slightly raising her breasts to support his body. Because Rouxue's breasts were full and soft, the old beggar's elbow was completely embedded in her flesh.

Seeing the old beggar stand up, his wife quickly withdrew her hand and took a few steps back, maintaining a distance of several meters from him.

The old beggar revealed his uneven teeth and said, "Thank you, sister." Rouxue suddenly smelled a foul odor emanating from the old beggar's mouth and quickly replied, "You're welcome."

"Uncle, do you live here alone all year round? Where are your children?"

his wife asked.

"Sister, I don't even have a wife, so where would I get children? What woman would want to be with a beggar like us from the countryside?"

The old beggar's answer filled Rouxue with a pang of sorrow and pity.

Suddenly, the old beggar's expression turned to pain as he clutched his right arm with his left. He had slipped and fallen, scraping his arm and bleeding profusely.

His kind wife, seeing this, quickly rushed forward to check the wound. Taking advantage of the situation, the old beggar feigned weakness and leaned against Rou Xue's voluptuous body. His wife, preoccupied with his injury, allowed him to rest against her mature and full figure.

His dirty hands rested on Rou Xue's upturned buttocks. Because he was only about 1.6 meters tall, his shoulders were nestled against her chest. Rou Xue's gentle, feminine scent and faint milky fragrance aroused his erection.

From a distance, the scene resembled a beautiful, elegant, and sexy woman embracing a ragged, filthy, and dark-skinned beggar.

The kind-hearted wife, seeing the beggar's bleeding arm and having no usable gauze in her bag, hastily took off her black stockings and skillfully bandaged the old beggar's wound. The old beggar, seeing Rouxue's long, slender, fair legs, thought, "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? How can her legs be so perfect?"

Rouxue finished bandaging the old beggar's wound and, seeing it was getting late, hurriedly rode her bicycle to school.

The old beggar was left standing there, still foolishly intoxicated by the woman's fragrance.

Rouxue arrived at school late. The 40-year-old vice-principal, Wang Gang, wearing thick glasses, was smoking on the balcony. Suddenly seeing Rouxue's tardiness, he thought, "Beauty, I've finally caught you red-handed, hehe."

Sure enough, Principal Wang called Rouxue to his office. He said with ill intent, "Teacher Mu, being late is a violation of school rules, especially at a key provincial university like ours."

Rouxue quickly apologized profusely to Principal Wang.

But how could Principal Wang let such a good opportunity slip by? He walked up to Rouxue and suddenly hugged her tightly, his rough hands caressing her full, plump buttocks, sinking deep into them. Rouxue

was stunned by the sudden turn of events. By the time she reacted, Principal Wang was already trying to bury his head in her deep cleavage. Just then, Rouxue suddenly pushed him away forcefully and slapped him across the face. Tears welled in her

eyes as she turned and ran out of the principal's office,

leaving Principal Wang standing there dumbfounded, still savoring the image of the beautiful woman's alluring buttocks.

Besides, the old beggar had never seen such a beauty in his life. Rouxue's pretty face alone was already a rare and stunning beauty, not to mention her flawless figure.

A thought suddenly flashed through the old beggar's mind.

"How wonderful it would be if I could have such a beauty as my wife, and have her conceive and give me a big, healthy son!"

Lost in thought, the old beggar removed the stockings left behind by the beauty from his arm, wrapping them around his dark, engorged penis. He fantasized about Rou Xue's full, fair body, and frantically masturbated.

Perhaps because he had been too aroused earlier and had never encountered such a stunning beauty before, this time he masturbated for an exceptionally long time. Afterwards, panting heavily, he leaned against the wall, thinking that he was like a toad trying to eat swan meat—how could such a beauty possibly give a second glance to a filthy beggar like himself?

Time passed slowly as he thought about this. Suddenly, the old beggar saw the beauty riding her bicycle towards him in the distance. It was already evening, and Rou Xue had finished work.

The old beggar quickly folded the stockings she had left behind, stood up, and strode towards Rou Xue.

Rouxue despised bullies like Wang Gang. She not only slapped Vice Principal Wang but also complained to the principal. However, the kind-hearted wife didn't know that the principal was Vice Principal Wang's backer; they were in cahoots.

Vice Principal Wang, still resentful after being scolded by the principal, was plotting a brilliant scheme to possess the beautiful wife.

Suddenly, Rouxue cried out, startled by the old beggar who rushed towards her. Before she could recover, she saw the old beggar's rough, bark-like hands tightly clutching Rouxue's black stockings, standing there dumbfounded like a child reluctant to part with a beloved toy.

It turned out the old beggar had come to return the stockings. Rouxue took the soaking wet stockings with her delicate hands. She wanted to throw them away but feared hurting the old beggar's pride, so she put the semen-soaked stockings into her bag.

Rouxue looked the old beggar up and down. He was barefoot, his clothes were tattered and filthy, and his hair was disheveled and covered in dust.

The kind-hearted wife thought to herself how unfair fate was; this simple countryman was in such a miserable state, while someone like Wang Gang, who swaggered around, lived so carefree. She couldn't help but sigh.

The old beggar, not understanding what was wrong with his wife, asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Rouxue smiled sweetly at him and replied, "Why did you come out without shoes?" The

old beggar lowered his head and stammered, "I forgot."

As evening approached and the temperature began to drop, the old beggar shivered. Seeing this, Rouxue felt pity and said to him, "It's so cold at night, why don't you even have a warm coat?"

The kind-hearted wife didn't think too much about the consequences; she only wanted to help the poor old beggar. When they got home, there were still some clothes she didn't wear, so she said, "How about this, I have some clothes I don't wear anymore. Come back with me and I'll get some for you." The old beggar was moved by his kind wife, and his eyes welled up with tears as he stammered, "Thank you, thank you." "You sit in the back, I'll take you," his wife said gently. The old beggar sat shakily on the back of his wife's electric scooter. At that moment, his wife's graceful back was fully visible to him. Her slender waist was like a willow branch, and below it were her perfect, tender buttocks. Compared to her full buttocks, the seat of the electric scooter looked particularly small.

Suddenly, the old beggar noticed a mark on his wife's back that looked like a thin belt. Trembling, he asked, "Young lady, why are you wearing a belt on your back?"

His wife hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's not a belt, it's a woman's bra."

The old beggar, from the countryside, had never been with a woman before and naturally didn't know what a bra was. He continued, "What's a bra for?"

His wife was at a loss for words, but thinking that not answering would make her seem ill-mannered, she decided to treat it as a lesson. Her cheeks flushed, and she replied shyly, "A bra is for women to protect their breasts, otherwise, heavy breasts look unsightly!"

Perhaps sensing that the old beggar wanted to ask something else, she quickly changed the subject.

"Look, my house is just ahead," she said.

The old beggar craned his neck to look ahead, thinking, "My goodness, what kind of place is this? The gate alone is over ten meters wide, with tall European-style guard posts on both sides, and police officers standing guard at the entrance." Little did the old beggar know that Rou Xue's family was wealthy and lived in the city's most upscale residential area.

They quickly arrived at the gate, where a fierce-looking security guard suddenly stepped forward and stopped Rou Xue, pointing at the old beggar in the back seat

, saying, "Miss Mu, hello. Our community is a high-end one, inhabited by people of status. If we let a beggar like this in and our superiors see him, we'll be in big trouble." The old beggar, terrified, quickly crouched behind Rou Xue. Rou Xue stopped the car and gave the guard a captivating, angelic smile.

"Everyone knows Miss Mu is the most beautiful woman in this community, but I never imagined her smile could be so breathtaking,"

the guard thought. Before Rou Xue even spoke, he was already completely mesmerized, and quickly opened the gate to let Rou Xue and the old beggar into the community.

The old beggar was stunned upon entering the residential area. The area boasted a lake and mountain scenery—it looked like a fairyland.

"We're here. This is my home,"

Rouxue said, leading the old beggar inside. He had never been to such a luxurious place before and seemed very nervous, looking around nervously, hesitant to enter. Seeing this, Rouxue said, "Come in. My husband is working overtime and hasn't come home yet. Please sit down for a while; I'll get you a glass of water."

The old beggar timidly walked to the living room and sat on the floor.

"There's a sofa here. Why are you sitting on the floor? Get up!" his wife said.

"My clothes are dirty. I'm afraid I'll get your chairs dirty, so I'll sit on the floor," the old beggar said.

Seeing his insistence on sitting on the floor, his wife didn't say anything more. She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him. The old beggar's rough, bark-like hands touched his wife's delicate, flowing hands.

Rouxue blushed slightly and quickly withdrew her hands, saying, "You're here, I'll go get you your clothes."

The old beggar suddenly noticed an artistic portrait of his wife hanging on the wall at the far end of the living room. The portrait, taken before their marriage, was exceptionally beautiful and refined.

As if bewitched, the old beggar walked towards the photo. Before he knew it, he was standing right in front of it. Suddenly, he noticed the door to the room his wife had gone into wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack.

The old beggar was about to push the door open to ask if his wife was done, but just as he opened the door and was about to speak, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

His wife, with her back to the door, had taken off her top, which he had soiled, revealing her delicate, pink back. The old beggar had never seen such a sexy figure! A slender neck, fair shoulders, a willow-like waist, long, wavy hair cascading down her waist—the well-proportioned lines exuded a mature charm; she was simply a work of art.

At this moment, the wife gently turned slightly to the side, bending down to pick up the cream-colored t-shirt from the bed and put it on. This turn allowed the old beggar to admire half of his wife's snow-white breast.

Because his wife's breasts were full and firm, the t-shirt didn't slip down directly, but stayed on her full breasts, just covering her pink nipples and half of her areolas, revealing the lower half of her breasts.

The teardrop-shaped breasts were the fullest, the snow-white flesh paired with the pink areolas, making the old beggar instinctively swallow his saliva.

The wife brushed her wavy hair to one side and slowly pulled the shirt down from her full breasts. Just then, she suddenly saw the old beggar standing in the doorway staring at her breasts like a madman, and she screamed "Ah!"

The old beggar snapped out of his daze, quickly closed the door, and turned to run away. However, he had been so focused on looking that he forgot there was a cabinet behind him and bumped into it, falling to the ground.

Seeing this, the wife, without even bothering to straighten her own clothes, quickly helped the old beggar to the sofa.

The old beggar covered his forehead, head bowed, not daring to look at his wife.

His wife's pretty face was as red as an apple; she sat silently beside him.

Rouxue had always been strictly disciplined; she had never let any other man see her naked except for me. But Rouxue knew the old beggar hadn't meant it, and at this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello, Miss Mu, this is Sister Zhang. Are you home?"

"Oh, hello, I'm home." "Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

It was the housekeeper my wife usually hired, coming to clean.

My wife quickly took out several sets of my old clothes from the room and gave them to the old beggar before seeing him out. The old beggar, thinking Rouxue was blaming him, quickly explained, "Sister, I... I didn't know you were changing..."

"It's alright, don't worry," Rouxue said gently.

And so, Rouxue escorted the old beggar out of the elegant and luxurious neighborhood, leaving him alone on the street.

The old beggar was completely captivated by Rouxue's graceful figure and angelic face, muttering, "So beautiful, this is a female bodhisattva!" After seeing the old beggar off, Rouxue felt conflicted. She regretted that every inch of her delicate 25-year-old body had been exposed to a 50-year-old beggar, and felt deeply ashamed of her carelessness. (

Chapter 5: Mother-in-Law's Secret)

Because I was preparing for a business trip, I arrived home late from work. My wife was already asleep in the bedroom.

Bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, her angelic face, combined with her side-lying position and the low-cut t-shirt she wore, naturally revealed a sexy cleavage—a perfect blend of angel and sexiness.

If it weren't so late, I would have enjoyed myself, no matter how tired I was.

Returning to the living room, I saw a note on the table: "Honey, there's food in the fridge if you're hungry. Remember not to eat too much tonight."

My wife is always so gentle and considerate.

The next morning, I told my wife that I was taking a flight out of town at noon the next day.

"Leaving so soon? I'll take a day off to see you off..." My wife said ,

a little sadly.

"Rou'er, don't worry about me. I'm not a child who doesn't know the airport. You don't need to take time off," I comforted her. "Well, how about we go to Mom's for dinner tonight?" my wife suggested. "Okay, I'll buy some gifts after work today, and we'll go to Mom and Dad's together!" I readily agreed. My parents-in-law usually live in a 120-square-meter three-bedroom apartment in the city center, mainly because it's close to their respective workplaces. They only go to their other villa on weekends or holidays. They were very happy to have our visit. My mother-in-law is an excellent cook and personally prepared dinner for us, while my wife helped her in the kitchen. I chatted with my father-in-law in the living room. At the dinner table, my father-in-law happily found an excuse to have a couple of drinks to see me off on my business trip the next day. My father-in-law is a good person, needless to say, his only flaw is that he likes to drink. My wife has mentioned that he seems to have developed a drinking habit since she was a child. Later, my mother-in-law managed to control it. "Old Bai, you're making excuses to drink again when you're happy..." My mother-in-law glared at my father-in-law, feigning anger, but still got up and brought him a bottle of his favorite Wuliangye liquor. "I'll pour for you two. Old Bai, this is all you can have. Come on, Yunxiang, you can drink more..." Ever since I learned that Professor Mu Yu was my girlfriend's mother, I've never dared to look my mother-in-law in the eye. For four years of university, I spent my time fantasizing about passionate encounters with her, so much so that I feel ashamed whenever I see her now. My mother-in-law, however, always thinks this is a sign of politeness. She wouldn't let me pour myself, but instead personally poured the wine to control the amount, which flattered me greatly. I quickly stood up and respectfully held the glass with both hands for her to pour. She carefully filled my glass. Her fair, plump face habitually held a slight smile. Although she was wearing loose loungewear, it couldn't hide her mature and alluring figure, with her prominent, full breasts. The neckline of her loungewear t-shirt was unusually wide. Looking down from where she was standing, I could see a pair of very full, white breasts that seemed about to burst out of her beige bra. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly turned away. Luckily, neither my mother-in-law nor Rouxue noticed. "Much bigger than my wife's, I wonder if the old man can handle it..." I wondered to myself.

My eyes burned with rage, and I quickly averted my attention, not daring to look at my mother-in-law again. But the ethical tension made my lower body swell rapidly. The four of us ate and chatted at the dinner table. My father-in-law approved of my decision, believing that a man should have a career and not be afraid of hardship. The family chatted happily, and my mother-in-law was also pleased, making an exception and pouring my father-in-law another glass of wine.

We ate and chatted until after 8 pm. Not being a heavy drinker, I felt lightheaded. Naturally, my wife and I couldn't go back to our villa. As usual, we stayed in the guest room.

I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep, while my wife chatted with my parents in the living room.

I don't know when, but in my sleep, I felt incredibly thirsty. I opened my eyes; my virtuous wife had already helped me undress.

It was already 1 am. I carefully got up to go to the water dispenser in the dining room.

The door to my mother-in-law's master bedroom wasn't closed tightly, leaving a small crack. The bedside lamp was on, conspicuous in the dark living room.

Were the two elders still awake? I dared not make a sound, tiptoeing quietly towards the dining room.

"...Sigh...If it weren't for...Xiaoxue...now..."

It was my father-in-law's voice, very soft, I could only vaguely hear it.

Xiaoxue? Were they talking about my wife, Rouxue? But...in my memory, my father-in-law and mother-in-law, like me, habitually called my wife Rou'er.

"Old Bai...stop talking..."

It was my mother-in-law's soft voice.

The sounds in the master bedroom grew quieter, only the whispers of my mother-in-law and father-in-law could be heard. For some reason, my feet wouldn't move, I strained my ears, hoping to hear their discussion.

Unfortunately, it was hard to hear clearly, but I did hear my mother-in-law's alluring moans and murmurs. My penis suddenly hardened in my underwear. I understood what my mother-in-law and father-in-law were doing.

Get out of here! Immediately! Being suddenly faced with this situation as a junior made me extremely embarrassed.

A strong sense of moral shame made me quickly leave the living room, but an even stronger temptation made my feet slowly move towards the master bedroom door.

Just one look, just one look! I didn't mean to... I just happened to glance at her as I passed by... just one glance!

I tried to overcome the immorality of spying on my mother-in-law, repeatedly telling myself that I was only spying on Professor Mu Yu, whom I had always admired. The closer I got to the master bedroom door, the clearer my mother-in-law's soft moans in Wu dialect became, and the faster my heart pounded.

In the dark living room, I peeked through the crack in the door into the master bedroom. My mother-in-law, her body dazzlingly white, was lying naked on the bed, with my equally naked father-in-law on top of her. I guessed someone had entered the bedroom last and forgotten to close the door properly. The bedside lamp inside was dim.

My father-in-law was completely on top of my mother-in-law, giving me a feeling of tyranny. He intertwined his hands with my mother-in-law's fingers, raised them above her head, and then lowered his head to lick the hair under her armpits. My mother-in-law writhed beneath him, her moans trembling and low, as helpless as a naked lamb.

My heart was struck a heavy blow.

My mother-in-law's usually well-maintained and delicate body was completely exposed to my eyes. Her skin was fair and smooth, without the sagging often seen in middle-aged women. Two large, naked breasts swayed gently in front of her.

My eyes lit up; my mother-in-law's breasts were even fuller than I had imagined—a pair of snow-white, plump breasts even larger than my wife Rouxue's. However, she was already 44 years old, and such large breasts were clearly too heavy, inevitably sagning slightly, but the nipples themselves were very smooth. Although the areolas and nipples were darker in color than my wife's, their shape was still very beautiful.

My father-in-law's mouth slid to her full breasts, taking her bright red nipple into his mouth.

Bright red nipple? Even from a distance, the color of my mother-in-law's nipple was easily distinguishable against her dazzlingly white, full breasts. It was incredible that nipples that had been used for breastfeeding could still retain such a delicate and bright red color!

Rouxue had inherited all of my mother-in-law's good looks; it seemed that my wife would also retain the color of her nipples after breastfeeding, probably only changing from the current pink to a bright red like my mother-in-law's!

Inside the bedroom, my father-in-law slowly pulled my mother-in-law's nipple upwards, gradually tautning her full breast until it formed a perfect cone. He repeated the same process, pulling up the other breast, relaxing it, then pulling it up again… When the nipple was pulled to its highest point, my mother-in-law's head would tilt back, perhaps in pain, trying to lift her chest higher. But no matter how hard she tried, my father-in-law could accurately push her to her limit, causing her to let out involuntary, distorted moans.

Because their heads were facing the window, I couldn't see my mother-in-law's expression; I could only judge from her voice that she was teetering on the edge of pain, enjoying it. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with my father-in-law's dark complexion, and her naked body twisted and swayed beneath him like a struggling fish.

“Xiaoyu…Xiaoyu!”

the father-in-law said excitedly, panting. His hand began to reach down and touch the mother-in-law’s crotch, probing between them. “This woman is really made of water, she’s wet so quickly…So tight! It’s so hard to even get two fingers in…”

“Keep your voice down…The children are next door…Can’t we do it another day?…Oh, how annoying…”

The mother-in-law’s arm came out from under the father-in-law’s armpit, hugging his back and pulling him towards her. Her fingers were slender and white, with bright red nail polish, her ten fingers spread and dug into the muscles of his back, like two blooming peach blossoms.

“It’s okay…The children are fast asleep at this time…”

The father-in-law did not comply with the mother-in-law’s wishes. Instead, he sat up, laid her across his lap, spread her legs, first using one hand to pry open her labia, then using the other hand to insert two fingers together, then slowly pulling them out, his fingers immediately covered in glistening fluid.

The father-in-law continued to insert and pull out, his movements skilled but not gentle. The mother-in-law grabbed the father-in-law's wrist, seemingly trying to control his movements, but her strength was clearly too weak. His fingers easily slid in all the way, swaying lewdly from side to side, making soft, wet sounds.

At this moment, the mother-in-law's body resembled a bridge; her buttocks rested on her father-in-law's legs, her head and legs drooping naturally, her lower abdomen heaving rapidly, trembling with the frequency of his movements.

"Ah—"

the mother-in-law suddenly screamed, her body tensing violently, forcefully lifting her lower body upwards, as if to welcome her father-in-law's hand deeper.

Her father-in-law's hand would occasionally withdraw from her body, bringing out a large amount of fluid, which he would casually smear on her smooth, delicate skin. The mother-in-law groaned weakly, still lingering in the afterglow of her recent orgasm.

The mother-in-law lay across her father-in-law's legs, who was crossed, his hands skillfully moving up and down her body, gently caressing and teasing every sensitive spot on her skin. Like a musician caressing an exquisite ancient zither resting on his lap, his fingers moved with techniques of strumming, plucking, picking, and pressing, producing the most beautiful and captivating music.

I couldn't help but admire my father-in-law's refined taste. After 25 years of marriage, their foreplay was still so plentiful and engaging.

"Xiaoyu... is this alright?"

My mother-in-law hummed in response.

"These past years have been truly unbearable..." My

father-in-law's voice was filled with remorse. I was quite surprised.

"Don't say that!"

My mother-in-law stopped him, "I-am-very-happy!"

Her tone was full of comforting righteousness, but there seemed to be some regret within it.

My father-in-law stood up, and I suddenly noticed that his penis was limp, small, and pitifully hanging down between his legs.

My father-in-law was only 59 years old, how could he be like this...? He's usually in very good health! I play tennis with him, and even I'm not as physically fit as him!

My mother-in-law straightened her upper body, opened her mouth, and took my father-in-law's limp, fleshy mound into her mouth, sucking greedily, trying to draw something out. Her expression was like that of a thirsty traveler in the desert sucking at a source of water that occasionally drips.

I watched through the crack in the door, my face flushed. Although I had spent my university years fantasizing about my mother-in-law—Professor Mu Yu—and masturbating, Professor Mu Yu's image was still that of wisdom, calmness, and intellect. I couldn't imagine what Professor Mu Yu, with her dignified and noble appearance, would be like when she was wanton. Over the years, I had taken it for granted that Professor Mu Yu was as calm and dignified in bed as she was on the podium, until now, when I had witnessed this scene...

My mother-in-law's cheeks puffed up and sunken in from time to time, swallowing greedily as if she were eating my father-in-law's limp penis...

My father-in-law's penis came out of my mother-in-law's mouth, still limp, the only change being that it was wet, covered with my mother-in-law's saliva, the limp penis as if coated with a transparent membrane. It was glistening, emitting an eerie, lewd light.

Couldn't even get up? I suddenly felt sorry for my in-laws, the center of attention in front of everyone.

My father-in-law seemed unwilling to give up, and sat on my mother-in-law's stomach again, squeezing her soft breasts with both hands, letting his limp penis thrust in and out. His pitiful penis was completely hidden between her full, large breasts.

Only then did I notice that my mother-in-law's lower abdomen was very flat and smooth.

At this moment, I could clearly see my mother-in-law's lower body through the crack in the door. Because her legs were spread wide, her labia were parted, and the bright red vulva was vaguely visible. Her once neat pubic hair was wet with fluid, twisted into strands.

My mother-in-law's vulva could be described as plump, white, soft, and tender, unlike other women who had given birth, whose vulvas were dark and unattractive due to pigmentation. She didn't look like she had given birth at all. Had my mother-in-law had a C-section when she gave birth to Rouxue?

Rouxue truly inherited all of her mother-in-law's best features; her vulva was white and soft, tender but not quite plump.

However, I'm confident that after Rouxue and I have a baby, with ample stimulation from my mouth, hands, and penis, it will become as plump, white, soft, and tender as my mother-in-law's.

My mother-in-law wasn't lying still; her hands moved aimlessly, sometimes pressing down on her breasts, sometimes caressing her genitals…

My father-in-law got up from my mother-in-law, turned around, and knelt between her parted legs, his hand rapidly penetrating her vulva again.

I noticed obvious scars on my father-in-law's chest and groin.

How did he get injured? When was he injured? I had no recollection of ever hearing about my father-in-law being injured; I understood why he had always been impotent.

My mother-in-law's usual elegant, intellectual, and pure beauty had been burned away by her own lust; her voluptuous body burned with the flames of worldly desire, her face revealing a wanton longing. At this moment, she was completely devoid of the calm and noble demeanor I usually perceived. Her hands began to move, grasping my father-in-law's limp penis and anxiously rubbing it, impatiently trying to insert it into her vagina.

But no matter how much my mother-in-law caressed him, his penis remained limp, unable to achieve an erection despite her thirsty manipulation.

My mother-in-law's beautiful body was entwined with my father-in-law's, displaying an extremely perfect, provocative, and sensual curve. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with my father-in-law's slightly darker skin, making her beauty even more unforgettable.

I suddenly couldn't bear to watch any longer, couldn't bear to see my beloved Professor Mu Yu making love, couldn't bear to see her shameful display of lust. This was truly beyond my imagination.

I carefully turned away, feeling dejected, and returned to the guest room, back to my wife's side.

In the morning, during breakfast, my face burned, and I couldn't bear to look at my mother-in-law. After breakfast, I used the excuse of taking my wife to work to hurriedly escape from my mother-in-law's house.

After dropping my wife off at school, I packed my bags and took the company-booked midday flight to the new market.

Chapter 6: Ruthless Destruction of a Flower

The old beggar, returning to the bridge pier, couldn't sleep for a long time because of his encounter the night before. Rou Xue's angelic face and sexy figure, especially the scene of his wife's bare breasts and her hand playing with her hair, were deeply imprinted in the old beggar's mind. He fantasized about this scene and masturbated countless times before finally collapsing from exhaustion and falling asleep without realizing it.

Perhaps on this cold night, only Rou Xue's perfect body could heal the old beggar's wounded heart.

"Beep—beep..."

A piercing car horn on the bridge woke the old beggar. Rubbing his eyes, he was about to curse when he suddenly saw a girl of about twenty years old riding an electric bike slowly approaching him. As the girl got closer, the old beggar realized that it was none other than his goddess, Rou Xue.

Rou Xue had a delicate face, her hair tied in a shoulder-length ponytail. She wore a cream-colored, open-front cardigan over a white tube top, perfectly accentuating the full breasts of a twenty-five-year-old woman.

She wore light blue, low-waisted, cropped skinny jeans, making her already rounded, pert buttocks appear even more shapely.

This casual outfit made Rou Xue seem as if she had returned to her youthful eighteen-year-old self.

The old beggar was about to apologize for what happened the night before when Rou Xue seemed not to see him and quickly drove away. The old beggar

was very puzzled.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, the principal was scolding Wang Gang.

"Wang Gang, Wang Gang, you're not getting any younger and still no woman is willing to marry you. Aren't you afraid your aunt won't be able to close her eyes in peace?"

It turned out the principal was Wang Gang's cousin.

Wang Gang, a forty-year-old man, had yet to find a wife. Firstly, his ugly appearance—a fat, bloated man whose belly always seemed to grow before he even arrived—and secondly, his lecherous nature; his eyes would light up and he'd drool at the sight of a pretty woman, frequently getting caught and arrested for womanizing.

"Cousin, I want to get married! I want to marry a woman like Teacher Mu! I won't marry anyone but Teacher Mu!"

Wang Gang declared.

The principal slammed his fist on the desk and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Teacher Mu has been married before! How can you marry her? Besides, her father is the dean; I can't afford to offend him!"

Wang Gang sneered, "So what if she's married? Lots of people get married and divorced these days. If you want your aunt to rest in peace, you'll have to help me."

The principal glared at Wang Gang, his eyes wide with anger.

Rou Xue had actually seen the old beggar, but remembering what had happened the night before, she didn't know how to face him and, unsure what to do, pretended not to see him and hurried to the school.

"Ring—ring…"

"Hello, Ms. Mu, this is Principal Li. I need you to come to my office now; I have something important to discuss."

Rouxue received Principal Li's call as soon as she arrived at school.

"Principal Li, is there something you need?"

"Ms. Mu, please have a seat. You look absolutely stunning today!"

Principal Li said.

"Thank you!"

Rouxue replied.

"Ms. Mu, regarding the matter with Wang Gang last time, I have already taken action. He has been removed from his position as vice principal and had six months' bonus deducted. Are you satisfied with this outcome?"

The kind-hearted wife replied, "He probably knows he was wrong; let's leave it at that."

Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is truly magnanimous. Wang Gang's behavior was indeed despicable, but he only committed this mistake because he has long admired Teacher Mu. Furthermore, his elderly mother is seriously ill, and he desperately wants to find a wife to reassure her."

Rouxue, upon hearing Principal Li's words, didn't know how to respond, only feeling a pang of guilt.

Principal Li continued, "To be honest, Wang Gang's mother is my aunt. Her greatest wish in life is to see her future daughter-in-law, but this unfilial son refuses to bring a girl back to put her mind at ease. If Teacher Mu could help by pretending to be my brother's wife and accompanying him to meet my aunt, she would surely be at peace."

Rouxue replied, "How can that be? I'm already married."

Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is only pretending; it will still put the old lady at ease. Perhaps if she's happy, her condition might even improve. Teacher Mu, please help her. I refuse to bring any other girl back except for you, this unfilial son."

The kind-hearted wife remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing.

"Teacher Mu, it's settled then, we'll go back the day after tomorrow, Saturday."

My wife, unsure whether to help, finished her class absentmindedly.

She had originally planned to go shopping after work, but a few mischievous boys in her class had gotten into a fight…

It was already past eight o'clock. After disciplining each child, my kind-hearted wife finally left the office, only to find that her electric scooter's tires had been deflated and it was unrideable. Luckily, my home and school are a short distance apart, and I was away on a business trip today, so she didn't need to prepare meals. She picked up her handbag and strolled home.

Meanwhile, a scarred-faced construction worker emerged from a distant construction site, looking restless and wanting nothing more than to vent his frustrations on a woman.

Our area is a new urban district with excellent greenery, and it's a well-known upscale residential area in the city. The two-kilometer stretch between my neighborhood and my wife's school is a lakeside scenic avenue, with the lake on one side and the city botanical garden's perimeter for over a kilometer on the other.

The scenery is beautiful, and there are relatively few people.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and a refreshing evening breeze caressed her face, instantly easing her worries considerably. She had been furious about scolding some boys at school earlier; those kids were so disobedient, practically deliberately causing trouble just to get a chance to be reprimanded. These days, kids...

Rouxue took a few deep breaths of the grassy, fragrant air, and strolled leisurely forward, her mind free.

The scarred-faced migrant worker also walked slowly along the sidewalk, occasionally encountering several women walking by. In the sweltering summer heat, the women were dressed very lightly, which, in the scarred-faced man's eyes, seemed like they were deliberately trying to provoke men. If it weren't for the crowds, the scarred-faced man would have loved to go up and flirt with them.

As he walked, the scarred-faced man peered into the depths of the lakeside greenbelt, where he often saw affectionate couples, their actions quite passionate. It was always good to watch. But for some reason, he hadn't seen a single couple today. The scarred-faced man was somewhat disappointed.

A woman approached from a distance on the sidewalk.

"Damn, she's definitely a beauty... So tall, such a great figure! Hey..."

Scarface walked over.

Reaching the bridge in the middle of this scenic avenue, the two drew closer.

As they got closer, Scarface realized it was a young woman around 20 years old, very pretty. Even though he was over 170cm tall, the girl looked even taller than him.

The girl wore a cream-colored, open-front cardigan over a white, tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated her ample breasts, and light blue skinny jeans. She had a pretty, full oval face, fair skin, and her breasts looked huge, full and perky, as if they were about to burst out. Below her chest, near her waist, the white tight-fitting t-shirt quickly cinched inwards, revealing how slender her waist was. But at her hips, it bulged out in the opposite direction, her overall figure resembling a perfect hourglass shape, the slender waist highlighting the shapely hips. Her thighs were full, her calves slender, without any excess fat.

Scarface felt his penis swell to an unprecedented level, pressing against his pants with a mixture of pain and pleasure. A wicked thought surfaced.

As they approached, Scarface deliberately leaned forward, his shoulder bumping into the unsuspecting, pretty girl.

"Oh...sorry!"

Rouxue apologized, her face flushed with shyness. His kind and innocent wife assumed she had accidentally bumped into her.

The pretty girl's shyness and sweet voice instantly fueled Scarface's lust.

"Hehe, are you a prostitute?...Want to do it?"

His kind wife, completely unprepared for such a lewd man humiliating her, immediately became angry. "You pervert! Get away!"

"Who the hell is a pervert! I'll pay..."

His attempt to seduce her backfired, and Scarface's anger surged. He reached out to grab his wife.

"Slap—"

A crisp slap landed on Scarface's face.

Scarface was momentarily stunned by his wife's cold and angry expression, at a loss for words.

The bridge was located at a bend in this scenic avenue, with a botanical garden on the other side—the quietest section of the road.

Unfortunately, there were no pedestrians in or around.

Taking advantage of the migrant worker's distraction, the wife quickly walked forward.

"Damn it!"

The scarred-faced migrant worker's anger flared instantly. He glared fiercely at Rou Xue's retreating figure; her slender waist swayed gracefully with each step, her firm, round buttocks moving with a sensual rhythm, making the scarred-faced migrant worker's eyes burn with rage.

Just as the wife reached the bridgehead, suddenly there was a "whoosh" behind her as she was tightly embraced from behind. Startled, she cried out, "Ah..."

but before she could utter a single word, her mouth and nose were firmly covered.

Rou Xue's mind flashed back to the man who had just mocked her, and she was terrified. She struggled desperately, her handbag flying off the bridge. But the man's other hand was like an iron clamp around her waist, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free.

Rouxue felt the hand covering her mouth and nose was incredibly strong; she was almost suffocating. Then, the man struck his wife on the back of the head, causing her to see stars and lose the ability to resist.

The powerful blow rendered Rouxue temporarily incapacitated, and he dragged the dazed Rouxue off the bridge.

All of this happened in just a few seconds. Just as Rouxue was dragged off the bridge, several pedestrians walked past at the corner of the pedestrian crossing.

The wife gradually regained her senses. She suddenly realized she had been dragged off the bridge and immediately remembered the attack.

There was a dirty set of bedding under the bridge, indicating that a homeless person lived there.

The man threw the still dazed Rouxue onto the dirty bedding, then flipped over and pinned her down, immobilizing her. At the same time, a rough, powerful hand tightly gripped her mouth.

"I've been harassed!"

The wife realized what had happened. She now recognized the man on top of her as the same man who had verbally harassed her on the bridge, with a vicious scar on his face.

While pinning Rou Xue's hands and feet down with his body and limbs, the scarred migrant worker said hurriedly and nervously, "You, you... don't move! After I'm done... I, I'll give you money..."

His wife was shocked and scared, struggling desperately, and almost broke free from the scarred man's grasp several times, but in the end she could not overcome the migrant worker's strength and was firmly suppressed.

Her sweater and outer garment had been pulled off during the struggle, and due to the struggle, most of Rouxue's full right breast was squeezed out of her bra. The sight of her tender, white flesh stimulated the scarred-faced migrant worker so much that a connection in his brain snapped.

As the two were entangled, the voices of passersby came from the bridge.

"I can't let this scoundrel humiliate me!"

The wife, suddenly finding strength, struggled even more fiercely.

She hoped someone would hear the fighting, drive the scoundrel away, and save her. Although she knew the chances were slim, she didn't want to give up. She wanted to hold on for as long as possible, even if it meant certain death, she would fight to the last drop of her strength.

"Damn it! You little bitch, what are you yelling for? Trying to kill me!"

The scarred-faced migrant worker tightly covered Rouxue's mouth.

He knew that if someone heard him, he was finished. He couldn't let her yell! "We can't let her scream!"

The scarred-faced migrant worker instinctively grabbed his wife's throat with his large hands like iron clamps, then pressed his entire body against hers.

In the moonlight, he saw the girl looking at him in terror, her eyes filled with fear, pain, despair, and...

Rou Xue struggled, grabbing his hands and trying to pry him off, but a woman's strength seemed so weak before a man; even her long fingernails couldn't pierce his rough skin.

The scarred-faced man felt the beautiful body beneath him writhing like a snake, trying to throw him off, but it was as impossible as an ant trying to shake a tree. The pretty girl's legs kicked and thrashed violently.

Suddenly, something flew up in the moonlight, somersaulted in the air, and landed on the ground not far from the scarred-faced migrant worker. It was a sandal; one sandal had been kicked off. But the frequency of her kicks didn't seem to decrease at all...

This continued for a minute or two, then the girl stopped kicking her legs into the air and just kicked them wildly on the ground, one barefoot, the other wearing a sandal, and the force had weakened considerably. The girl kept kicking, and her hands could no longer grip the large hand tightly; it seemed to just be gently brushing it away...

The wife's lungs felt like they were burning with pain from suffocation. She tried to inhale, but her throat, constricted like a squeezed rubber tube, wouldn't let any air through.

Scarface saw his hands were deeply embedded in the beautiful girl's neck, as if her neck were incredibly flexible.

The beautiful girl's struggles slowed; after all, she was a delicate girl and didn't have the energy to squander. With labored breathing, the beautiful girl gradually lost her strength. She seemed to understand that she was powerless to resist, and her violently kicking legs began to calm down.

"I'm sorry... Yunxiang, take care of yourself... Goodbye, Mom and Dad..."

Rouxue's last consciousness was rapidly fading; everything before her eyes blurred. Husband. Parents…fleeting past. His wife's eyes, fixed on the sky, suddenly welled up with tears, a single tear escaping from the corner of her eye and sliding down her cheek.

The scarred migrant worker felt a pang of sorrow, but there was no turning back. He could only numbly maintain the tightening of his grip on her neck.

The beautiful girl beneath him was kicking her legs slower and slower, almost imperceptible. She stretched her legs straight out, toes pointed, her legs occasionally convulsing violently, but quickly stopping, swaying gently. Her hands were completely limp, one resting on her chest, the other dangling on the ground.

The beautiful girl had long since stopped breathing, but her pupils hadn't yet dilated, a faint yet tenacious light flickering in her bulging eyes. The beautiful girl's thighs convulsed violently, her neck arching upwards, her waist thrusting upwards, beginning a final struggle, but quickly ceasing.

The beautiful girl's whole body convulsed, a deathly gray finally settling on her face, but her eyes remained vacant, staring at the sky—a look that even he felt a sliver of fear in.

Nearly a minute later, the wife's body stiffened slightly, her eyes wide open, but her pupils no longer moved. Her expression held terror, despair, and a hint of bewilderment. Her face was soaked with sweat, her long, shoulder-length hair disheveled and clinging damply to her forehead.

A final sound escaped her throat. Her plump, outstretched legs, after a final struggle, ceased trembling, her feet stiffening. Her delicate body went limp like mud, her hips swaying a few times before coming to a complete stop.

After a long while, Scarface carefully released his wife's neck, slowly reaching for her nose to check for breath. He found no breath, and intense fear made his body tremble like a sieve.

Chapter 7: Blasphemy

"Oh God! What happened to me? I killed someone!...I killed someone!"

The cold wind brought Scarface's frenzied mind back to reality. "...No, I have to run...I don't want to pay with my life..."

After a long while, the scarred-faced migrant worker, recovering from extreme fear, thought of escaping. He stood up and was about to run a few steps when he noticed Rou Xue's handbag, which he had thrown from the bridgehead during the fight.

"This bag is so pretty, there must be money inside! I need money to escape..."

The migrant worker stopped, picked up Rou Xue's Dior-branded handbag, and unzipped it.

Inside the handbag were two bottles of cosmetics labeled SK-II. The migrant worker didn't recognize them, but he guessed they were high-end.

There was also an English-Chinese dictionary in the bag, so she must be a student. Damn it, city life is so good, she's so alluring at such a young age! Why do I work myself to the bone and still get no respect...?

The scarred-faced migrant worker thought resentfully.

To his even greater surprise, there was also a brand-new iPhone 4 and an LV wallet in the bag.

He opened the wallet and found four credit cards, six membership cards, and a photo of a man. The man looked quite handsome, but the scarred-faced migrant worker didn't care about that. What he cared about was how much money was in it. He counted it and found it totaled 1,370 yuan. What a rich man's daughter!

There was also Rou Xue's ID card in the wallet. The scarred-faced man pulled it out and looked at it: the girl in the ID card was truly beautiful, with such a wonderful aura

. Just the photo alone was captivating. The girl was so beautiful. The scarred-faced man stared blankly at the photo on the ID card: every delicate line on the girl's snow-white oval face was graceful and serene, like flowing water, giving one an indescribable feeling of gentle purity. Her slender, straight, delicate eyebrows and long, curled, dark eyelashes added to the dreamlike, charming eyes, making them even more delicate and pure, highlighting her intelligence, gentleness, and loveliness. Her delicate nose and cherry-red lips pouted playfully, revealing a hint of self-pity. Coupled with her snow-white skin, she possessed an allure that could make any man irresistibly want to hold her in his arms.

Indeed, Rou Xue's ID photo was beautiful; it was taken when his wife was 17, before she took the college entrance exam. ID photos usually don't turn out well, but his wife was an exception.

Scarface quickly glanced at the other details: Mu Rou Xue, April 13, 1987…

Mu Rou Xue, what a beautiful name. For a moment, the scarred-face migrant worker trembled with excitement.

Damn, born in '87, she must be 25 now! How come she looks like an 18 or 19-year-old girl! At 25, she should be married by now, right? With such beauty, wouldn't her man be fucking her every day?

Scarface's mouth went dry. The beautiful girl's corpse lay supine on the tattered bedding not far behind. Scarface's fear gradually subsided, but a surge of sin and evil thoughts welled up in his heart. The extinguished lust suddenly reignited, and his penis became aroused again.

The scarred-faced migrant worker unconsciously walked slowly to his wife, who lay quietly on her back. His hands trembled violently as he grabbed the hem of Rou Xue

's tight-fitting t-shirt, pulling her limp, outstretched arms towards her head. Rou Xue's t-shirt was instantly pulled up to her head, revealing her lips. The scarred-faced migrant worker didn't pull any further; instead, he used one hand to lift her two limp hands, hidden inside the t-shirt, high above her head and pressed them to the ground. Her white bra and flat, flawless abdomen were now fully revealed before the scarred-faced man's eyes.

Rou Xue's head, eyes, and raised arms were covered by the white t-shirt, which emboldened the migrant worker who had previously been afraid to look at her face.

The scarred-faced man ripped open Rou Xue's bra, revealing his wife's 34C teardrop breasts, slightly distorted by her reclining position into full ovals, plump and lustrous, with the nipples and areolas a beautiful, delicate pink.

So beautiful! It seems she's never been with a man before! "She's definitely still a virgin!" The thought sent a shiver of excitement through the scarred man, completely erasing his earlier fear of killing.

The scarred laborer, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, began to knead his wife's full, alluring teardrop-shaped breasts, shaping them in his hands. He felt that a woman's breasts were truly a masterpiece of creation, so delicate and soft, like two lumps of kneaded dough.

After kneading for a while, the scarred man reached down and unzipped his wife's jeans, then slightly lifted her hips to pull them down.

The scarred man could feel that Rou Xue's buttocks were also very round and full. After the jeans were removed, his wife was naked except for a pair of thongs with the same pattern as her bra, covering the most mysterious part of her body. Her thighs were long, white, and supple.

The scarred laborer couldn't help but part Rou Xue's legs, gently caressing the inside of her thighs, because this area was close to a girl's genitals and was very sensitive to any conscious girl. But she could no longer enjoy that pleasure.

Scarface stopped caressing her, using his index and middle fingers to hold the edge of her panties and lift her buttocks slightly, pulling down the last bit of clothing from her thighs to reveal the most mysterious part of a young woman's body.

His wife's beautiful face, long black hair, full and beautiful breasts, slender waist, rounded buttocks, long, beautiful legs, and delicate, fragrant feet. With such an alluring figure, Scarface dared to imagine how many girls would be envious of her if she were still alive, and how many men would be filled with envy and fantasies.

His wife's body remained gentle in the summer night. Scarface's hand casually pinched her full, beautiful buttocks a few times, feeling their softness and elasticity like a ball. His wife remained motionless, showing no reaction. His hand slid from her buttocks into her dark pubic hair, scraping and playing with it for a while, then he put two fingers together and inserted them from the bottom of her pubic hair.

"Damn! She's been fucked by who knows who!"

The scarred migrant worker pulled two fingers deeply embedded in his pubic hair. "Probably not fucked many times, her pussy and nipples are still so pink..."

The migrant worker stood up, took off his shirt, and frantically started unbuckling his belt. He didn't even notice that someone had already walked under the bridge.

The old beggar, returning from begging, had just reached the bottom of the bridge when he heard a rustling sound. Could another homeless person be trying to take his place under the bridge?

This is my place! No one else is allowed to take it! The old beggar prepared to rush forward, but was suddenly stunned by what he saw: on the tattered bedding under the bridge, lay a nearly naked young girl, her exposed white skin very conspicuous. The girl's head and hands were covered by her t-shirt, lying motionless on the tattered bedding, as if dead. A man was kneeling between the girl's legs, taking off his pants.

The old beggar was stunned by the sudden sight, momentarily speechless, staring blankly at everything before him. The man was engrossed in his business, oblivious to the person watching him from a few meters away.

After a long while, the old beggar finally snapped out of it, stammering, "You... what are you doing? This is my place..."

The old beggar had no real intention of intervening; he was simply instinctively trying to protect his shanty under the bridge.

The scarred-faced laborer was clearly startled, springing up abruptly to find a thin, dark-skinned old beggar standing nearby. Feeling guilty, the scarred-faced laborer, who had just taken off his pants and hadn't had time to put them back on, hesitated for a moment, then quickly picked up his own pants from the ground, covering his genitals with his hand, and ran away without even bothering to put them back on.

The timid old beggar, thinking the man was going to hit him, turned and ran in the opposite direction, tripping and falling, his left leg slamming hard against a stone, blood immediately flowing out.

The old beggar instinctively covered his head, curled up, and braced himself for the man's beating. Unexpectedly, the man, naked from the waist down, took off running for his life.

After a while, the old beggar thankfully got up, his eyes immediately drawn to the naked, snow-white body of a woman on the tattered sheets.

The naked young girl lay motionless on the tattered sheets, her legs spread wide, revealing the curves of her high buttocks. Her breasts were pressed together, and her thighs were spread diagonally, revealing thick, soft pubic hair and a full mons pubis. Her long legs draped over the tattered sheets, everything about her seemed so tragically beautiful and helpless.

There was a clear red mark around the girl's snow-white neck.

The timid old beggar understood what was happening and immediately collapsed to the ground in terror.

Run! Otherwise, things would get complicated! The old beggar's first thought was to get away from this place of trouble. But, but…

the alluring body of this snow-white young girl made it impossible for the old beggar to leave. This snow-white, beautiful body was a hundred, a thousand times more beautiful than the obese body of the village chief's wife he had spied on years ago…

One glance, then run… Oh, what a beautiful girl… What a pity!

Two more glances, then run… Her skin is so delicate, even more tender than the flesh of a peeled lychee… What a waste!

Closer… Closer still… Take a look…

With each glance and the increasing distance, the timid old beggar became increasingly uninhibited, his penis throbbing painfully.

This was only the second woman's body the old beggar had ever seen in his life! A body as beautiful as a fairy!

His wife's 32C teardrop-shaped breasts stood poignantly in the moonlight, their full, provocative curves stimulating the old beggar's senses.

What big breasts! How can they be so perky? Why are city women's breasts so firm...? Just one touch, just one...

The old beggar opened his mouth, too nervous to speak. He slowly squatted down beside his wife, his arm involuntarily reaching out, his palm cupped inward, only a centimeter away from her breast.

Although the young woman's body remained motionless, the sacred beauty of her body prevented the old beggar from actually touching her. He only dared to stroke her breasts from a distance, imagining the feeling of his hands caressing them.

Never mind, whatever...

The old beggar could no longer restrain himself. He grasped one of her soft, snowy breasts in each hand. The flesh was still soft and warm, indicating she had only recently passed away.

Firm and fleshy, soft yet elastic, the white skin was as if coated with oil, smooth and supple. A wonderful sensation, like an electric current, shot from his fingers to his central nervous system, making him tremble.

Wow! So this is what a woman's breasts feel like!

The old beggar exclaimed excitedly, his penis immediately swelling and ejaculating...

Rouxue's breasts were far from being easily encircled; though the old beggar's hands were large, they were still insufficient to cover them. He gripped her breasts from bottom to top with all his might, his hands so powerful that his fingers dug deep into them. The lower part of her breasts contracted sharply, while the upper part expanded rapidly like a balloon, making her once perfect breasts appear somewhat grotesque.

Pale blue veins began to appear on the upper part of her breasts, and the areolas at the tips protruded due to the pressure, the nipples sticking out prominently at their highest point.

The old beggar's withered hands were as black as charcoal, while his wife's breasts were as white as snow; the contrast between black and white was absolutely striking, enough to arouse any man's intense desire to conquer a woman.

The old beggar grasped his wife's breasts, roughly and violently kneading them, especially the nipples, which, under his twisting, almost seemed to break off.

His wife's elastic breasts, like two dough balls, constantly changed shape in the old beggar's hands. But each time he released his grip, the breasts would perk up again, only now bearing a few bluish-purple finger marks.

Not satisfied with this position, the old beggar straddled Rouxue's slender waist, vigorously kneading her full breasts up and down with both hands, like hands frantically scrubbing clothes on a washboard. The kneading caused waves of movement in her breasts, causing her ribs to rise and fall slightly, like performing CPR…

The old beggar didn't notice that the t-shirt covering Rouxue's mouth and nose began to rise and fall slightly…

The old beggar's kneading force increased…

“Cough…cough…”

The old beggar suddenly realized that the beautiful corpse had stirred.

A zombie! The old beggar was so frightened that he rolled off Rouxue, scrambling and rolling to the side.

“Cough…cough…”

With painful coughs, Rouxue's limbs twitched a few times, her body slowly regaining its strength, slowly curling up in pain, bending to the side. She frantically pulled at the t-shirt covering her mouth and nose.

The t-shirt was pulled down, revealing a beautiful, pained oval face, her mouth wide open, gasping for breath, her chest heaving rapidly.

It was that beautiful, kind female teacher!

"B-Sister... what's wrong?"

the old beggar cautiously inquired, his eyes never leaving Rouxue's beautiful body.

The wife finally came to her senses, grabbing the scattered clothes on the ground to cover herself, her hands covering her face as she curled up on the tattered blankets, sobbing softly.

"Sister... are you feeling better? I chased that bad guy away..."

the old beggar said, looking into the distance.

The wife didn't react, shrinking back and sobbing softly. Having just escaped death, she was clearly terrified by what had just happened.

The old beggar dragged his left leg forward, whispering, "Sister... put on some clothes first, you'll catch a cold like this."

The wife still didn't move. The old beggar patted his wife's shoulder: "Little sister... hurry up, get up, don't cry!"

His wife's shoulders were bare, without any clothing to cover them. The moment his hand touched her skin, he felt its smoothness; the unique softness of a young woman's skin sent a shiver down his spine.

He withdrew his hand and softly urged Rouxue, but she seemed still not recovered from her shock.

Rouxue's smooth back was completely exposed, the lines from her neck to her buttocks clearly visible. Looking at his wife's naked body, radiating youthful energy, the old beggar felt a strange impulse. Seeing that Rouxue still didn't move, he squatted down and gently placed his hand on her smooth shoulder again. He softly comforted her as he moved his hand down her shoulder. A wonderful sensation,

like an electric current, coursed through his hand. The old beggar felt his already erect penis rise again. He took a deep breath, and one hand was already under his wife's armpit; one more step and he would touch her breasts, half-exposed beneath her clothes. The old beggar's hands dared not move further, no longer touching the breasts he had just been fondling and fondling.

Under the old beggar's gentle comfort, Rouxue seemed to gradually overcome her fear and began to raise her head. Seeing this, the old beggar quickly straightened up, "Little sister... alright, alright! Hurry up and put your clothes on!"

Then, sensibly, he walked a little further away and turned his back.

After a while, hearing rustling sounds behind him, he guessed it was about time and turned around. Rouxue recognized him, her face flushing red.

Rouxue knew her body had no privacy in front of the old beggar, but he was her savior; what harm was there in looking?

The scene was a little awkward. The old beggar cried out "Ouch!" and pretended to collapse to the ground. Always begging on the streets, the old beggar acted with perfect realism in his pain.

"I was fighting that bastard... ouch... he broke my leg... ouch..."

the old beggar wailed incessantly, his expression one of great pain.

The wife, still reeling from the shock, dialed 120 with trembling hands, then 110.

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