【Osmanthus Honey (Part 2) - Dogtail and Sable】

With the two of them almost simultaneously letting out a comfortable moan, Zuo Wan'er felt a tingling pleasure spread throughout her body, and the pleasure of

orgasm was continuously transmitted to her cerebral cortex. At the same time, Lao Peng quickly pulled out his thick penis and

violently ejaculated into Wan'er's lower abdomen. However, he was old after all, and a large amount of semen

kept , but it dripped onto Wan'er's fair and tender lower abdomen,

piling up in an irregular circle like paste near her cute and sexy little navel. The two were still savoring the afterglow of their brief climax.

Zuo Wan'er gently closed her eyes, shyly turning her head to one side. Old Peng, dragging his tired body, got up and

pulled out a few tissues from the bedside table to gently wipe away the thick pool of semen on Zuo Wan'er's lower abdomen. After throwing away the used

tissues, Old Peng pulled out a few more, preparing to wipe the messy area below her waist. At this moment, Zuo

Wan'er reached out her left hand to gently block Old Peng's hand that was about to reach for her lower body, and took

the tissues from Old Peng's hand with her right hand. Her face flushed, she pulled the blanket that was thrown aside to cover her entire body. Her left hand gently lifted the

blanket , while her right hand gently wiped her still sore and numb vulva and

the sparse pubic hair above it that was covered with a lot of bodily fluids. Throughout the whole process, she turned her head to one side, as if afraid of seeing Old Peng, who was still naked beside her.

Men and women in the throes of desire can lose themselves, but the calm that follows the climax is inevitable.

As Zuo Wan'er turned her head

away , and gathered his clothes from the foot of the bed.

"We've finished the groceries we bought yesterday. I'm going to the market to buy some more. What do you want to eat tonight?" Lao Peng

muttered to , forgetting to call out "Wan'er" at the end; it seemed as if he was speaking to the air around him.

Zuo Wan'er's hands were still moving under the covers, seemingly still wiping herself, completely ignoring Lao Peng's words.

Lao Peng chuckled dryly, trying to hide his embarrassment, and left Wan'er's room

. At the door, he added, "I'll make your favorite jujube and mandarin fish tonight." Then he went out.

In reality, when Zuo Wan'er was assaulted by Lao Peng in her sleep due to the effects of sleeping pills, or

when Zuo Wan'er pretended to be asleep to allow Lao Peng to succeed, Lao Peng was only facing the youthful, vibrant, and

ever-tempting body that he longed for, without needing to consider the other person's identity. Similarly, for Wan'er, she

was merely a victim, while Lao Peng was simply an "old rogue" who had violated her. When

Peng Dongdong 's phone call made Zuo Wan'er anxious, she had to tear off her mask of being drugged and

"wake up" to answer her husband's call. Thus, the two continued their passion in a strange, illicit

way , reaching climax in a state of mutual honesty. It was precisely this honesty

that forced them to awkwardly confront each other's identities after the climax: one was her husband's father, the father-in-law she

respected like a father, and the other was her son's newlywed wife, whom she doted on like a daughter

and a secret lover.

Hearing Lao Peng close the door, Zuo Wan'er knew he had left. She gently lifted the covers,

sat up, and carefully parted her legs to check if she was clean. When her gaze fell upon

the pink and slightly swollen labia beneath her sparse pubic hair, she pouted, her face flushed with anger. "You

old scoundrel, you're ruthless!" Thinking this, Zuo Wan'er was startled. Why was she blaming him for what he had done to

her instead of blaming him for violating her? Zuo Wan'er

shook her head, seemingly trying to shake off these inexplicable thoughts. She got out of bed, put on

the pajamas Lao Peng had carefully folded beside the bed, and went to the bathroom.

The showerhead sprayed cool streams of water, gently pattering against Wan'er's fair,

smooth skin. Subconsciously, Wan'er hoped these cool waters would wash away her inner unease. Indeed

, how could the usually innocent and adorable Wan'er suddenly face such a situation? "What if that 'old rogue' takes advantage

and keeps harassing me? What if Dongdong finds out I've done something to betray him?" Wan'er

imagined terrifying scenarios: Lao Peng shamelessly grinning at her, reaching out his claws

to push her onto the bed… she imagined Dongdong suddenly appearing at the bedside, his angry expression, slamming the door shut

and leaving… The more Wan'er thought about it, the more terrifying and conflicted she became. She turned up the water pressure, the powerful

jet momentarily stopping her thoughts, leaving her standing blankly under the showerhead.

Usually, before going to the market, Lao Peng would have a recipe in mind, automatically listing the ingredients he needed

, quickly selecting and returning home with a full load. But today, Lao Peng wandered around the market absentmindedly

, only buying some scallions and garlic, carrying them in his hands. There was no recipe in his mind, no list;

only the passion of those bygone years and a trace of guilt and unease in his heart. Indeed, in his

heart, Wan'er was an absolute enchantress—sexy and alluring—yet also an innocent and

adorable little girl. But now, that window had been broken. Could Wan'er accept this reality? Would she still have the courage

to face herself? Would she distance herself from him from now on? More seriously, would it affect her relationship with Dongdong

? A series of questions lingered in Lao Peng's mind, but the maturity honed by time and Lao Peng's resolute and decisive

character made him immediately decide: no matter what, if Wan'er acted as if nothing had happened,

he would act as if nothing had happened either. After all, at nearly sixty, he had already enjoyed such a youthful

body, and it was the lovely girl he had always been infatuated with—it was already worth it all. He would never

do anything foolish , he would cherish Wan'er even more, make up for the harm he had caused her, and

do his utmost for her and Dongdong's happiness. Having figured this out, Old Peng's heart softened again. He looked up at the sky,

still so blue, and let out a long sigh. He quickly bought all the ingredients for tonight's mandarin fish with jujubes, along with

some side dishes.

On his way back, as he passed the guardhouse, Old Zhu greeted him warmly and proactively: "Hey,

Brother Peng, going grocery shopping again? Hehe, making your daughter-in-law's favorite fish again? Your daughter-in-law is really

lucky..." "Ahem!" Old Peng coughed. Usually, he would definitely joke around with Old Zhu,

but today he seemed afraid that Old Zhu would notice something, so he guiltily covered it up, saying, "I only know how to cook a few dishes."

"Don't joke around, Lao Zhu." "Oh, right, I specially asked someone to bring some osmanthus honey from my

hometown . I'll bring it to the guardhouse tomorrow, so don't forget to take it when you pass by!" Old Zhu

shouted after Lao Peng's departing figure.

Just as Lao Peng was about to reply, his phone rang. It was Wan'er calling. "Almost home.

Why calling all of a sudden? Is she hungry? She didn't eat much for lunch. But the fact that she's

calling to urge me to come home and cook means she's slowly recovering." Thinking this, Lao Peng felt

a . He eagerly answered the phone. "Hello, Dad… um, I'll

be home late tonight, I won't be having dinner with you," Wan'er said hesitantly on the other end. "Oh, okay,

remember to come home early, and be careful!" Lao Peng felt a little disappointed. Perhaps Wan'er couldn't face him right now and

was intentionally avoiding him. Lao Peng didn't say anything, only reminding her to come home early and be careful on the road

. Normally, Lao Peng would definitely ask why she was late, but today he

felt it wasn't appropriate. If Wan'er was intentionally avoiding him, wouldn't asking like this be pushy and

make her uncomfortable? So Lao Peng didn't ask any more questions and went home to focus on making the mandarin fish with jujubes, so Wan'er

could have it the next morning.

When Zuo Wan'er called Lao Peng, she was already on

her way . She had just come out of the bathroom that afternoon and was changing when she received the call from Xiao Hai. Xiao

Hai's full name was Zhang Menghai, Wan'er's high school classmate. He had a crush on Wan'er since high school. Of course, Wan'er

was a famous school beauty, and the number of people who secretly or openly admired her could form a reinforced company. She didn't

know about the open admirers, but she vaguely knew about the secret admirers. However, she didn't know about Xiao Hai. Because Xiao Hai was

handsome and came from a good family, he had a lot of girls who liked him. So, subconsciously, he

only believed in girls taking the initiative, not himself; taking the initiative would be beneath him. Therefore, although he had a crush on

Wan'er, he had never confessed, even hiding his feelings so well that no one around him could tell

he was one of Wan'er's admirers. This concealment also fooled Wan'er. After graduating from high school, Zhang Menghai's family

arranged for him to attend university abroad, where he stayed for five or six years. He only returned to China a few months ago. Having

been influenced by foreign culture, his personality and values had changed significantly. He couldn't wait to contact his old high school

classmates to inquire about Wan'er, wanting to confess his feelings, which he had kept hidden for so many years, to his beloved.

He finally obtained Wan'er's contact information from a female high school classmate, but also learned that Wan'er

had married six months prior. When Zhang Menghai heard this news, the raging fire that had just ignited in his heart

was instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water; the remaining ashes and smoke almost choked him.

"Wan'er got married? Wan'er married someone else? Wan'er became someone else's wife? Wan'er's beautiful face,

her fair skin, her perfect figure now belong entirely to another man? No, Wan'er, why didn't you wait for

me? You know I've loved you deeply for so many years. Even if I never confessed my true feelings to you,

didn't you feel anything at all?" On the night he learned of Wan'er's news, Zhang Menghai huddled alone in a corner of a

bar , almost drinking two bottles of red wine by himself. His heart ached, his heart was filled with regret. "No, I'm not reconciled.

I've silently entrusted my heart to you for so many years, is this how it ends? At least I should ask for some

interest ..." At that moment, a primal, animalistic

light flashed in Zhang Menghai's eyes as he nearly finished two bottles of red wine, mixed with the flashing neon lights of the bar.

Later, Zhang Menghai invited Wan'er out to dinner for two consecutive nights. Wan'er was a simple and generous

person. Her old high school classmate had just returned from abroad and said he had missed her wedding and wanted to treat her to dinner,

so she couldn't refuse. On the first night, they chatted about old times from high school and

some funny stories from college. They didn't drink, and around 10 p.m., Wan'er said she had to leave. Zhang Menghai didn't want

to stop her and took her home. The next night, Zhang Menghai invited a few classmates as a cover and invited Wan'er out again

. This time they went to a bar, and under the persuasion of her classmates, Wan'er drank some alcohol.

Zhang Menghai, in particular, felt that Wan'er always had a distant, aloof air about her, like a goddess

high above him.

Perhaps some real progress between them. So, relying on his superior drinking capacity, Zhang Menghai went around

drinking with each of his old classmates. Wan'er, naturally, couldn't refuse, and before she knew it, she had drunk quite a bit.

Wan'er's alcohol tolerance wasn't very high, and she felt nauseous and wanted

to

vomit. She offered to leave first, and Zhang Menghai quickly offered to take her home. The other classmates had no choice but to disperse. On the way back, Zhang Menghai finally mustered the courage to confess his long-standing love to Wan'er. However, Wan'er was only dizzy and nauseous, unable

to process Zhang Menghai's intentions. She was already a married woman; did this young man really want

to pursue her? Wan'er was dizzy and too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Menghai's endless sweet talk. She rested her head on the backrest and

finally arrived at her villa in the community. Wan'er staggered to get out of the car, and Zhang Menghai chivalrously got out of

the driver's seat and opened the door for her. After Wan'er got out of the car, Zhang Menghai grabbed her slender waist from behind.

Feeling Wan'er's firm and elastic buttocks pressing against him, Wan'er felt a little suffocated, which intensified

her nausea . She struggled to break free from Zhang Menghai's hands and staggered to the iron gate. She shook the gate and

called for Lao Peng to open it. Zhang Menghai saw that the streetlights were on, and it seemed that someone was going to get out and open the gate, so he quickly got back into the car and drove away

.

Zuo Wan'er, feeling uneasy, took a taxi to the Western restaurant where Zhang Menghai had arranged to meet. She tried hard

not think about what had happened at noon, but the more she tried, the more she couldn't help but dwell on it

. She had no time to consider whether it was appropriate to go to Zhang Menghai's appointment again today. After all, he had already confessed his feelings to

her , and the last time he took her home, he had given her a nearly rude bear hug at her doorstep. It

was clear that Zhang Menghai's intentions were obvious. But today, Zhang Menghai had told Zuo Wan'er on the phone

, with a deep and sorrowful tone, that he was going abroad again in a couple of days and wanted to see her one last time before leaving. He said this trip

might not end for many years, and he might even settle down abroad. Zuo Wan'er was still troubled by what had happened at noon...

How should she face Lao Peng? Zhang Menghai's reason was so reasonable, so Zuo Wan'er reluctantly

accepted his invitation.

Around 7 PM, Zuo Wan'er arrived as promised, downstairs at the Western restaurant. She

hadn't made any special effort to dress up, but her natural beauty still made her a

striking . Her long hair was styled in a bun, with two long strands of hair falling gently down her sides, swaying softly in the breeze.

Her white sleeveless dress only covered her knees, revealing her long, slender legs. An orange belt cinched

her waist , dividing her body into proportions that accentuated her delicate

and ladylike appearance. She wore light yellow high-heeled sandals.

With light steps, Zuo Wan'er entered the restaurant lobby, asked a waiter, and

went a booth. Zhang Menghai, who was waiting anxiously, was immediately struck by the sight of his goddess

. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but steal a glance at her before quickly regaining his composure.

"Wan'er, you've arrived..."

Zhang Menghai adopted a more gentlemanly expression, quickly stood up, and gently pulled

back , gesturing for the goddess to sit. Zuo Wan'er nodded slightly in thanks, then gently reached

behind her with her right hand, tracing an arc down her hips to smooth the hem of her skirt against her buttocks and thighs before slowly sitting down.

Zhang Menghai, watching this woman's habitual sitting posture while wearing a skirt, couldn't help but swallow as Zuo Wan'er's natural and fluid

movements conjured up an image of her sexy, shapely buttocks in his mind

.

At Zhang Menghai's suggestion, they each ordered a steak and some salad and snacks. Zhang Menghai

also generously ordered a bottle of 1982 red wine. After the food and wine were served, they began to

chat casually with Zuo Wan'er, occasionally stealing glances at her elegant posture as she held her wine glass and sipped it with her sexy red lips

—a sight that held endless allure for Zhang Menghai. Soft country

music . Zuo Wan'er leisurely sipped her red wine, responding timidly to Zhang Menghai's questions, but her thoughts

had already drifted far away.

The comfortable and cozy environment, accompanied by soothing music, reminded her of the romantic memories of her passionate love

affair with Peng Dongdong. Peng Dongdong would bring her to places like this to enjoy a touch of bourgeois charm, and he would also take her to the suburbs or the seaside

to experience the primitiveness and ruggedness of nature. She also thought of Peng Dongdong's gentleness and thoughtfulness, and how he always treated

her like a princess, showering her with care and attention. "Dongdong, do you know how much I miss you? It's only been a month since we

parted, and I already miss you so much . How many more days will I have to miss you like this?" Thinking of Peng Dongdong, Wan'er couldn't help but think of Lao Peng as well. During the time Peng Dongdong was away, Lao Peng took care of Wan'er like a father and an older brother, making her feel less lonely and isolated without her husband. Scenes of her time alone with Lao Peng played quickly in Zuo Wan'er's mind. Some were warm, and some were even funny. Just thinking about Lao Peng Zuo Wan'er almost burst out laughing. "Dongdong and I love each other , our marriage is so enviable, and Dad loves me so much. If it weren't for what happened these past two days, everything would be so perfect. Maybe life is never perfect, maybe this is God's way of breaking our near-perfect life and making it more realistic. Maybe it wasn't Dad's fault, but didn't I also make a mistake? I still couldn't resist the temptation of my body and let Dad have his way. Besides, Dad is a man who isn't even sixty yet, and he's been a widower for so many years. The mistakes he made can't be changed, but we should try to turn things around through our own efforts. Yes, Dad might need a companion to fill the void in his heart and body, and only then can I return to my original place..." Zuo Wan'er's thoughts surged like a tide, and she unknowingly drank almost an entire bottle of 1982 red wine by herself. Zhang Menghai, sitting opposite her, knew that Zuo Wan'er wasn't a good drinker and didn't remind her. It seemed that Zuo Wan'er's hearty drinking was exactly what he wanted. Zuo Wan'er seemed to have figured out the key to solving the problem and found the confidence and courage to face Lao Peng again . She felt that although she and Lao Peng had made a mistake, Lao Peng was still her kind and respectable father-in-law. He had been a widower for many years, so his treatment of her was understandable. The key to solving the problem was to find Lao Peng a companion . The relaxed mood made Zuo Wan'er feel the effects of the alcohol; her head seemed to be going numb. Zhang Menghai was talking incessantly, and watching his lips move like a pocket watch in a hypnotist's hand, Zuo Wan'er felt her eyelids grow heavy, and her mind went blank. "Wan'er, Wan'er?" Zuo Wan'er felt someone shaking her shoulders and calling her name. She struggled to open a crack and glanced sideways. It was Zhang Menghai. "Wan'er, you're a little drunk. Let me take you home." Zuo Wan'er closed her eyes again and felt herself being gently lifted up, swaying as she went down the stairs. The soft music around her gradually faded away, and a cool breeze enveloped her, making Zuo Wan'er shiver. Then she was placed in a small, warm space, and felt a slight jolt of inertia before everything returned to normal. Zuo Wan'er felt herself sitting in a car. The car stopped, and Zuo Wan'er got out . She arrived at the gate of her villa, where Peng Dongdong was standing with a smile. "Dongdong? When did you get back? Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Were you trying to surprise me? You naughty boy! I've been thinking about you so much!" Zuo Wan'er ran forward and hugged Peng Dongdong's neck playfully. Peng Dongdong gave her a more passionate bear hug, his lips pressing hotly against her delicate lips. His rough tongue eagerly burrowed into her mouth, like a deserter discovering an oasis, desperately sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth. "Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Zuo Wan'er was breathless from Peng Dongdong's passionate kiss, and she could clearly feel a hot, hard bulge pressing against her lower abdomen between her legs. Their lips remained glued together like , unwilling to separate. Peng Dongdong guided Zuo Wan'er towards the house. Zuo Wan'er felt herself being gently . Her desire had already erupted, and she eagerly awaited Dongdong's next move. Sure enough, Peng Dongdong arrived as expected. Peng Dongdong's fiery lips once again pressed against Zuo Wan'er's delicate lips, his hands also... through the white...

The dress was roughly kneaded against Zuo Wan'er's full breasts. With Peng Dongdong's almost wild kneading, Zuo

Wan'er 's breathing became increasingly rapid. Peng Dongdong forcefully pulled open the shoulder straps of Zuo Wan'er's dress,

pulling the upper part of the dress down to where Zuo Wan'er's belt was cinched. A pair of full, round breasts suddenly stood proudly in the air,

only a small portion covered by a strapless white lace bra. Most of the snow-white flesh, under the light

, revealed faint blue veins.

Peng Dongdong's lips left Zuo Wan'er's face, moving across her neck and then to the large

expanse of exposed , leaving large damp stains wherever they touched. Peng Dongdong forcefully pushed open the strapless bra covering

Zuo Wan'er's . The tiny pink nipple had just peeked out when

Peng Dongdong immediately opened his mouth and took it in. His tongue kept licking the tip of the nipple, while his right hand impatiently reached into the right

bra, covering the unobstructed right breast with his entire palm and kneading it vigorously. With her sensitive breasts being so

intensely teased, Zuo Wan'er felt an intense itching sensation coming from her lower body, and she couldn't help but cross her legs and gently

rub them together.

Peng Dongdong sensed Zuo Wan'er's physical response. His right hand released the breasts he had been kneading and deforming,

moving down her abdomen, gently lifting her skirt, and sliding along her inner thighs to her

private parts. Peng Dongdong felt a clear sensation beneath a warm, damp

patch cotton fabric; a thin slit was radiating heat. He gently

slid his finger up the slit, finding a tiny protrusion at the tip. Pressing down lightly with his middle finger, "Hiss…ah…"

Zuo Wan'er involuntarily gasped, followed by a long, drawn-out moan.

Sometimes, a woman's passionate moans are more arousing to a man than her own body. Hearing Zuo

Wan'er felt like burning tar; his already erect penis trembled even more violently, seemingly

growing larger as if about to burst open. His right hand reached directly to

the edge of Zuo Wan'er's equally small white lace panties, gently probing inside, brushing across the sparse grass, and pressing directly on

the little green bean that made Zuo Wan'er utter ecstasy. At this moment, the little green bean was twice as large as before. "Hiss... ah... ah...

oh..." As Peng Dongdong's right middle finger gently massaged the smooth little green bean, while his mouth still hungrily sucked on

the tender cherry, Zuo Wan'er let out a continuous stream of beautiful notes. As Zuo Wan'er's lower body and waist continued

to twist up and down, Peng Dongdong quietly slid his index finger along the slit below the little green bean towards the secret place of the gushing hot spring.

"Dongdong has never used his fingers to probe his own passage before, because he said that my secret little oil field

can only be explored by his special drill..." Just as Peng Dongdong's finger slid to the entrance of Zuo Wan'er's hole, Zuo

Wan'er couldn't help but feel doubtful, and suddenly thought of the first person to use his finger to probe her honey hole.

"Dad?" Suddenly, the person leaning over her turned into Old Peng. Zuo Wan'er was extremely anxious.

Although a strong desire was filling every nerve, the fear that had been lingering all afternoon suddenly resurfaced.

"No, Dad, we can't make the same mistake again. I was just about to find you a companion to spend your old age with...

No, we can't give him another chance, we can't let him make the same mistake again." Zuo Wan'er tried to push Old Peng away, but

she felt that her limbs were not under her control, as if her body no longer belonged to her and she couldn't control it.

As Peng Dongdong's fingers slowly probed inside, Zuo Wan'er abruptly opened her eyes in alarm.

She saw an unfamiliar chandelier, an unfamiliar ceiling, and an unfamiliar atmosphere. "What's going on? Did I just

have that kind of dream?" Just as Zuo Wan'er was confused, before she could even process what was happening, reality

quickly told her it wasn't a dream. She could clearly feel a finger

slowly sliding into her private parts, and a man was

licking .

"Oh, no, who are you?" Zuo Wan'er exclaimed in shock, realizing she was being violated. She forcefully pushed away

the head that was on her chest. The

man, was also startled. He hadn't expected Zuo Wan'er to wake up so suddenly and react so strongly.

"I..." The man wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words to deal with

the situation. He looked up at Zuo

Wan'er, who was clutching her chest tightly and staring at him in surprise. "Zhang Menghai? How did I get here? What did you do to me?" Zuo Wan'er recognized the man in front of her

as Zhang Menghai.

"Zhang Menghai must have taken advantage of my drunkenness and instead of taking me home, he stopped at some hotel.

So , did he... you know... do anything to me?" Zuo Wan'er was a pretty but also intelligent

woman. Seeing Zhang Menghai, she roughly guessed what had happened. Therefore, her biggest worry was

whether this scoundrel had done anything to her while she was unconscious.

"Wan'er, listen to me, I really love you so much, I swear to God..."

"Enough, didn't I make myself clear last time? First, I already have a husband, and

we love each other very much. Second, besides, I've never liked you. I only see you as an ordinary old classmate."

Zuo Wan'er firmly stated her attitude, glancing at Zhang Menghai. Apart from a few buttons undone on his shirt, he

was still fully clothed, wearing his shoes and socks.

"Looks like I woke up in time, preventing this beast in human form from succeeding. If it weren't for dreaming about

that old rogue..." Zuo Wan'er was secretly relieved to have escaped a disaster, and playfully thought that it was the

dream of Lao Peng trying to assault her again that had scared her awake, and she vaguely felt that Lao Peng had saved her.

"Wan'er, please give me a chance, okay? I don't mind if you get married. We can go abroad for

a fresh start..." Hearing Zuo Wan'er's firm attitude and her direct expression of her feelings for him, Zhang Menghai's

last shred of hope was shattered. He was still shamelessly spouting cheesy sweet nothings, hoping to seduce Zuo Wan'er

and make her submit to him that night. After all, he knew that Zuo Wan'er, who had just been sleeping, was already

aroused , and the little lamb he was about to catch was about to slip away. He could only gently probe and slowly approach the little lamb in front of him.

Zuo Wan'er was thinking about how to make Zhang Menghai give up and allow her to escape safely when suddenly, Zhang Menghai

's large hands landed on her shoulders, forcefully pressing her onto the bed. No matter how much Zuo Wan'er struggled and

kicked her legs, it was all in vain.

At this moment, Zhang Menghai was like a ravenous wolf, his eyes gleaming with lust, his lips indiscriminately kissing

Zuo Wan'er's face, mouth, and nose. "Zhang Menghai, if you really insult me tonight, I will make you

regret it for the rest of your life. Think about how much effort your family has put in to send you abroad to study. Think about how much more wonderful things you actually

possess than others. Think about how many excellent and beautiful girls are still secretly infatuated with you

. But if you insult me today, I will definitely call the police. I will sue you. I will make you fail and be on the list of failures. I will make

all the wonderful things you possess vanish into thin air. From now on, you will spend your days in a dark and damp cage with a bunch of

bad- and low-class prisoners..." Seeing Zhang Menghai's almost insane behavior and

the brute force pressing down on her, Zuo Wan'er kept telling herself to stay calm, to outsmart him, because resistance was futile. Zuo Wan'er's words acted like a tranquilizer in Zhang Menghai's body. A stark contrast

seemed to flash through his mind . "Yes, just for Zuo Wan'er, am I really going to ruin my life ?" As Zhang Menghai slowly calmed down, he began to weigh the pros and cons. "But, this beautiful ... Fine, if I can't have Zuo Wan'er, then I'll make up for everything she owes me by having more women as beautiful as her." Zhang Menghai thought angrily, but he didn't loosen his grip on Zuo Wan'er's body. His right hand quickly slid into Zuo Wan'er's white cotton panties again, his entire palm covering Zuo Wan'er's full, smooth vulva. Zuo Wan'er thought, "It's over, it's over. It seems Zhang Menghai is consumed by lust and has no fear whatsoever. But if he really violates me, do I really have the courage to call the police? Do I really dare to let Dongdong and my family and friends know the truth?" Just as Zuo Wan'er hesitated whether to shout for help, Zhang Menghai forcefully thrust his right middle finger into her tender vaginal opening, taking advantage of the still-wetness of her lower body . "Ah..." Zuo Wan'er screamed in pain. Zhang Menghai felt the warm flesh walls squeezing his finger tightly, a natural physiological protection. He also felt the small buds inside the passage trembling slightly in fear . Unable to have Zuo Wan'er's body, Zhang Menghai vented his dissatisfaction in an almost perverse way, thrusting his right middle finger in and out of Zuo Wan'er's vagina dozens of times. Zuo Wan'er bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down her face from the pain. Zhang Menghai pulled out his wet fingers, waved them in front of Zuo Wan'er's eyes, then sniffed them before suddenly putting them in his mouth and sucking on them, making "sizzling" sounds. Zuo Wan'er quickly pulled the blanket over herself, shrinking into the innermost corner of the bed, and cursed, "Zhang Menghai, you pervert!" "Hehehe," Zhang Menghai gave Zuo Wan'er a series of lewd, vulgar, yet helpless laughs, buttoned up his shirt, grabbed his suit jacket from the bedside table, put it on, and turned to walk towards the door. Zuo Wan'er composed herself, suddenly remembering a joke Peng Dongdong often made to her: "My little princess , you're too unsafe looking. Be careful of those perverts outside..." "Is being pretty a crime? Does being pretty mean I should be hurt? Only my dear Dongdong is the best to me, always treating me like a precious treasure... And that annoying old rogue..." Thinking of this, Zuo Wan'er suddenly longed to return home immediately, to her two loving men who cherished her, to her warm harbor, a place free from storms and waves. Dragging her weary body, Zuo Wan'er walked out of the hotel. Looking back, she saw a lightbox hanging to the left of the entrance , with the words "Unforgettable Tonight Express Hotel" printed on it. "What a tacky name . Only a despicable scoundrel like Zhang Menghai would choose a place like this," Zuo Wan'er thought. Little did she know, Zhang Menghai deliberately chose this poorly managed hotel to avoid attracting attention. Zuo Wan'er walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and headed straight home. Watching the streetlights rush past her , Zuo Wan'er felt as if she were in another world. She longed to be home immediately, take a nice, relaxing bath, drink a cup of sweet osmanthus honey, and then lie down on her comfortable bed for a lazy, good night's sleep. "Osmanthus honey? Humph, I'm never drinking osmanthus honey again, lest I fall for that old rogue's tricks!" The roads were incredibly clear at night, and in only two-thirds of the time it took to get there, Zuo Wan'er arrived at her villa . Reaching for her handbag, she realized she had been so distracted when she left home that day that she had forgotten her keys. Zuo Wan'er took out her phone to check the time. "It's almost midnight. I wonder if Dad... that old scoundrel is asleep yet? Or is he leaning on the sofa like usual, listening to that weird opera on TV, waiting for me to come home ?" Zuo Wan'er tentatively pressed the doorbell a few times, but there was no response. She then shook the tightly locked iron gate, saying, "Dad... Dad... open the door, I forgot my keys." The streetlights in the hallway came on, and Old Peng, still sleepy-eyed, ran out. "Coming, coming, Wan'er, Dad accidentally fell asleep on the sofa." Old Peng explained to Wan'er with an honest face, as if a negligent security guard had been caught dozing off on duty by his boss. Looking at Old Peng's honest and remorseful appearance, Zuo Wan'er wanted to laugh but held it in. But her worries vanished . "Dad's still the same dad, still the same older brother who always dotes on me. He didn't scold me at all for coming home so late, and even blamed himself for waiting outside..." Zuo Wan'er walked past Lao Peng and went upstairs in her yellow high-heeled sandals. Lao Peng, walking behind, couldn't help but steal a glance at Zuo Wan'er's chubby little bottom , then quickly looked away, inwardly blaming himself for being so incorrigible. "Dad, where's my pajamas from last night?" Zuo Wan'er went back to her room first, suddenly remembering that her underwear, which she had changed out of after showering that afternoon, was still lying next to the sink in the bathroom. She went into the bathroom to retrieve her underwear. After what had happened, she didn't want Lao Peng to wash her underwear again. But just as Zuo Wan'er asked without thinking, Lao Peng entered the room. The two looked at each other, then quickly looked away, their faces both turning bright red at the same time. It was actually Zuo Wan'er's casual question that brought both of them back to the embarrassing things that had happened last night and this morning. What did she mean by "that underwear last night"? Zuo Wan'er's question clearly revealed an unintentional piece of information: Lao Peng knew exactly what underwear she wore last night. And why did Lao Peng know so much?

"What?" They both realized the same thing at the same time, leading to the awkward scene.

"Did you wash me again? Didn't I tell you not to?" Zuo Wan'er quickly changed the subject,

playfully scolding Lao Peng as she turned to walk towards the balcony.

"Oh, no, I put your clothes in the laundry basket when I cleaned tonight," Lao Peng quickly explained,

coming back to his senses .

"Oh, then I'll take a shower. You go to sleep first, it's quite late." Zuo Wan'er glanced at Lao Peng with concern,

then turned walked towards the bedroom.

"Okay, remember to close the windows before you go to sleep. It's quite stuffy tonight, and it'll probably rain in the middle of the night. Be careful not to catch a cold,"

Lao Peng said earnestly before turning and going back to his bedroom to sleep.

Zuo Wan'er glanced back at Lao Peng's retreating figure as he went back to his room, stuck out her tongue, made a cute

face and whispered in a voice only she could hear, "I know, you're even more nagging than my mom."

Life gradually returned to normal. Zuo Wan'er still

woke up , then casually enjoyed the breakfast he had carefully prepared, much like a father and daughter in a single-parent family, relying on each other.

One sunny afternoon, Zuo Wan'er had just returned from outside when she passed the guardhouse at the entrance of the residential area. Suddenly,

her eyes lit up. Sitting in the guardhouse was a stylish and dignified woman, appearing to be around 50 years old, with

a high nose bridge and fair skin. Although her light makeup couldn't completely conceal

the wrinkles , it was clear she had been a beauty in her youth. This woman was chatting with Old Zhu, the guard in the guardhouse

. Zuo Wan'er moved closer to listen and realized the two were chatting casually, seemingly very familiar with each other. Just then, Old Zhu noticed

Zuo Wan'er coming from the guardhouse and greeted her, "Oh, Wan'er's back!

Went shopping in the city, huh?" He glanced down at the bags Zuo Wan'er was carrying, and

couldn't help but steal a peek at the slightly bulging

triangle between her legs, visible beneath her tight jeans. "Yes, Uncle Zhu, the weather's nice today, not as humid as the past few days, so I went out for a stroll," Zuo

Wan'er replied politely, addressing Old Peng as Uncle Zhu since they were usually quite close.

After speaking, she casually glanced at the woman sitting opposite Old Zhu, then walked through the guardhouse and headed straight home

.

For the past few days, Zuo Wan'er had been thinking about the woman's appearance and demeanor, imagining her clothing and bearing

. She didn't seem like someone from the streets, and seemed quite compatible with Old Peng. The key question now was

whether the woman was single. With a try-it-and-see attitude, Zuo Wan'er deliberately

took the opportunity to ask Old Zhu when only he was in the guardhouse .

"Uncle Zhu, good afternoon!"

"Oh, good! Are you going out, Wan'er?"

"Ah...yes." Zuo Wan'er suddenly felt that the woman might not be single, and she

couldn't reveal the matter of arranging a partner for Old Peng so soon, since Old Zhu and Old Peng were quite familiar with each other. So Zuo Wan'er hesitated

for a moment, pretending to be passing by, and then asked curiously:

"Hey, Uncle Zhu, who was that auntie who was sitting here chatting with you the other day? You two seemed quite familiar."

"Oh, you mean my third aunt?"

"Third aunt?!" Zuo Wan'er was really startled. The woman looked younger than Old Zhu

, so how could she be his third aunt? Perhaps the woman was just good at maintaining her youthful appearance.

Old Zhu noticed the confusion in Zuo Wan'er's eyes and quickly explained,

"Hehe, it's not strange. In my rural hometown, I call some people more than ten years younger than me 'uncle'

or 'grandpa.'"

"Oh... I mean, why does your third aunt look so young?" After Old Zhu's

prompting, Zuo Wan'er seemed to understand. In the countryside, most families are related by blood and seniority. Some families secretly have

sons, and some even have children late in life. So,

it's normal for generational differences to exist.

Old Zhu seemed quite interested in chatting with the beautiful young woman next door, so

he told Zuo Wan'er everything that had happened that day and about his third aunt.

It turned out that Old Zhu's third aunt was named Zhu Chengfang, and she belonged to the "Cheng" generation, the same generation as Old Zhu's father

. Their grandfathers were brothers. Zhu Chengfang enlisted in the army at the age of 17 and later became

a medic . She was also said to be a good singer. Later, she transferred to a hospital in the city and is now a head nurse. She's

51 years old and about to retire. Her husband was a policeman who passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage two years ago. She has only one daughter,

who recently got married and lives in another city. That day, she came to the gatehouse to see Old Zhu because Zhu Chengfang had just returned to her hometown

to visit relatives. She had also brought him some osmanthus honey from her hometown at Old Zhu's request and delivered it to his

workplace.

As Zuo Wan'er listened to Old Zhu's account, her eyes were filled with a bright, loving gaze. She thought to herself that this was a match

made in heaven ; it seemed that Old Peng and Zhu Chengfang were destined for this kind of fate.

Thinking of all this, Zuo Wan'er was in an exceptionally good mood. Looking at the honest old man Zhu standing in front of her, telling her all this as if he

were reporting , Zuo Wan'er couldn't help but playfully say, "Uncle Zhu, look

how lonely your third aunt is in this city all by herself. My father has also been single for many years. Why don't we put our heads together and act as matchmakers

? At most, I can give you my matchmaker's courtesy."

"You mean my third aunt... and your old Peng?" Old Man Zhu was momentarily confused. He

used to introduce some potential partners to Old Peng, but Old Peng never liked any of them. However, he never thought of Old Peng and his third aunt

together. After all, according to the customs of rural people, the third aunt is a female elder, and as a nephew, how could he have thought of arranging

a blind date for her?

Seeing Old Zhu's stunned expression, Zuo Wan'er encouraged him further, "What, you think my Lao Peng isn't good enough for

your Third Aunt? Hmph, my Lao Peng has so many beauties... even the older ladies are eyeing him

." Zuo Wan'er made an exaggerated tiger pouncing gesture, her face full of mischievous antics, her chest heaving slightly

with the exaggerated movement. Old Zhu couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Alright, let's discuss it properly!" Old Zhu seemed to have come to his senses, feeling this was

a great opportunity to get closer to this young beauty, so he readily made the decision.

Old Zhu returned home excitedly, turned on the desktop computer he had just bought from the electronics market last year, and

quickly opened a video file. The screen displayed obscene images; it was an adult film made in Japan.

This video was one of Old Zhu's "wonderful" collections because he thought the female protagonist in the video looked remarkably like Zuo Wan'er,

the , although he had to admit that Zuo Wan'er was worlds apart in terms of temperament and appearance.

But even this slight resemblance was enough for Old Zhu to fantasize that the naked actress in front of him was

the embodiment of his goddess.

Old Zhu was incredibly excited today. He had never

felt , even though she passed by him every day. Today, he and his goddess were going to do

something together: play matchmaker for Old Peng and Zhu Chengfang. So, Old Zhu felt even more aroused watching

the video than usual. Just as his right hand was stroking his wrinkled

, dark penis until the glans was shiny and the veins were bulging, he couldn't help but ejaculate streams of white fluid into the wastebasket next to him

.

After the passion subsided, Old Zhu pulled up his pants, grabbed some food, and sat back down at his computer to

browse the web. Zuo Wan'er's plan was to first arrange for Lao Peng and Zhu Chengfang to have dinner together, and after their initial meeting, to go on

a trip together. Once they got to know each other better, they could develop their own relationship... Old Zhu agreed with Zuo

Wan'er's plan while secretly formulating his own.

Sitting in front of the computer, Old Zhu opened a search engine and typed in "Hengli Xinqi Digital." He successfully found

the online store he wanted to visit. Old Zhu had been using a computer for a while, but only knew some basic functions

; he didn't know how to bookmark websites. Therefore, every time he entered this online store, he had to use the simplest and most basic method a netizen

had told him. After entering the store, Old Zhu browsed through it briefly,

paying particular attention to a pinhole camera that looked exactly like an ordinary clothing hook. He carefully read the product

description , checked the price, and finally clicked "confirm purchase." He even left a message for the seller: "Please

make sure it arrives before this Saturday, I need it urgently!" Actually, he didn't need to leave a message; it was only Monday, four or five days until Saturday.

As long as the logistics were on track, he should receive it before Saturday. Old Zhu was just being overly anxious.

Early Friday morning, Old Zhu received the package at the guardhouse; he knew it was the "clothing

hooks . On Saturday evening, Old Zhu indeed met Zhu Chengfang at Old Peng's villa as promised.

Zuo Wan'er had already explained the whole situation to Old Peng beforehand. Although Old Peng had no intention of finding a companion, content

as long as he could stay with his son and daughter-in-law, he didn't want to refuse Wan'er's kindness. Moreover, hearing from Wan'er

that the woman was quite attractive, Old Peng was curious and wanted to see her. This Old Zhu had been keeping his good finds

hidden, only introducing him to mediocre women before.

Old Peng and Zuo Wan'er were already waiting at the villa entrance for Old Zhu and Zhu Chengfang. After

a few polite greetings, they entered the villa. Zuo Wan'er poured water for Old Zhu and Zhu Chengfang, brought out dried fruit and fresh fruit, and

chatted casually with Zhu Chengfang, while Old Peng went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The dinner atmosphere was harmonious. The three elderly people chatted casually, recounting their past life experiences.

Old Peng had lived in the same city for decades, sharing countless common topics. Their recounting of amusing

anecdotes filled the room with laughter. Zuo Wan'er, like a little girl, asked the adults

some childish questions.

Old Peng and Old Zhu opened a bottle of red wine; the two ladies didn't drink, but the two old men toasted each other

happily .

During the meal, Old Zhu went to the restroom. Zuo Wan'er turned back to remind him of the first guest restroom, then turned back

to continue reminiscing about the past with Old Peng and Zhu Chengfang.

Old Zhu went to the first restroom, glanced back at the three people present, and slipped into

the next stall He observed the furnishings and the fragrance, which matched Zuo Wan'er's scent.

Seeing a set of sexy purple lace lingerie in the laundry basket on the floor, Old Zhu was certain this was Zuo Wan'er's

private restroom. He quickly picked up the underwear from the laundry basket and examined it. There were some faint

stains on the bottom. Old Zhu held it to his nose and took several deep breaths, inhaling the slightly fishy smell

. He felt a surge of heat, but time was short. He quickly put the underwear back, looked around, and

decisively took out double-sided tape and a "clothing hook" he carried with him. In an inconspicuous corner, he stuck the hook

to the wall, the pinhole camera on it pointing directly at the toilet. Old Zhu nervously

opened the bathroom door a crack and, taking advantage of the fact that the three people at the table weren't paying attention, quietly slipped out.

Just a few minutes after Old Zhu left, Zuo Wan'er also went to the bathroom. Watching Zuo Wan'er's retreating

figure, Old Zhu was almost suffocating with tension and excitement. Of course, Zuo Wan'er didn't notice the inconspicuous clothing hook in her private

bathroom , and naturally didn't see through Old Zhu's trick.

During their casual conversation, it was already 9:30 PM. Zhu Chengfang said she needed to go home and rest early,

as she had . Lao Peng and Zuo Wan'er didn't try to persuade her to stay any longer, since there was plenty of time. Before Zhu Chengfang got up

, Old Man Zhu excused himself to go to the restroom, sneaking into Zuo Wan'er's private bathroom and stealthily retrieving

his clothes from the hook.

Lao Peng and Zuo Wan'er escorted Zhu Chengfang and Old Man Zhu to the entrance of the residential area. Zuo Wan'er walked

ahead, arm in arm with Zhu Chengfang, their affectionate manner suggesting she already considered her future mother-in-law.

Lao Peng and Old Man Zhu followed behind. Old Man Zhu suddenly remembered the osmanthus honey Zhu Chengfang had brought him from her hometown

and whispered to Lao Peng,

"By the way, my third aunt just brought me some more osmanthus honey from her hometown last week.

Remember to pick it up when you pass by the guardhouse tomorrow."

"Um... oh, I think you should keep it for yourself. Wan'er hasn't been drinking osmanthus honey lately." Since the last

incident, Lao Peng dared not let Zuo Wan'er see the osmanthus honey in the house again, secretly placing it in an inconspicuous

corner , afraid that Zuo Wan'er would see it and associate it with that incident. Now that Lao Zhu was offering him osmanthus honey again,

he didn't know how to refuse.

"Oh? Hehe, did your brother put sleeping pills in the osmanthus honey and Xiao Wan found out?" Old Zhu

found it strange. He had always heard that Zuo Wan'er liked to drink osmanthus honey, so why did she suddenly say she didn't like it anymore?

"Yeah... uh, no, no, what nonsense are you talking about, Lao Zhu? Keep your voice down, nothing like that

. Wan'er said it's been a bit too sweet lately." Lao Peng quickly cut off Lao Zhu's words, feeling guilty, not wanting his secret to be exposed.

Feeling uncomfortable, he almost let something slip.

"Oh, hehe, yes, yes, I just spoke without thinking, talking nonsense, Brother Peng, please don't blame me."

Old Zhu apologized to Old Peng noncommittally, his cloudy, small old eyes darting around.

At the entrance of the residential area, Old Peng and Zuo Wan'er gave each other some instructions on the road, and then

Old Zhu took Zhu Chengfang home.

After seeing his aunt off at her door, Old Zhu hurriedly said goodbye and hailed a taxi to return home.

Old Zhu was usually quite frugal, always taking the bus and rarely taking taxis; it seemed he was in a bit of

a hurry .

Back at his place, Old Zhu turned on his computer, found a data cable in the bedside table, connected the clothes

hook the computer, and "ding-dong," a notification popped up on the computer's taskbar, indicating a storage device had been detected. He then opened

the external storage device, which contained a video file of nearly 400 megabytes.

"Looks like there were no problems with the operation. This video is tonight's haul. After tonight, I won't need that video I've been

saving for so long anymore..." Old Zhu thought excitedly, copying the video from his external storage device to

his computer. His hands trembled with excitement as he double-clicked the mouse to open the video. Holding his breath, Old Zhu saw a large

, dark, rough hand fiddling with something in front of the camera. It was his own hand, adjusting the angle. After the image stabilized,

the hand left the camera. In front of the camera was a toilet. A minute later, the screen went completely black.

Old Zhu must have turned off the bathroom light and left. The screen remained black, but thankfully the time on the screen kept

moving forward; otherwise, Old Zhu would have thought the image had frozen. He wanted to drag the screen or fast forward, but he was afraid of

missing any details. Old Zhu remained as tense and patient as when he was placing the clothes hooks, staring at the black

video screen. Seven or eight minutes passed, which felt like a very long time to Old Zhu. Suddenly, the video brightened

, and the toilet in the camera's view reappeared clearly. Then, a figure walked in—it was Zuo Wan'er. Old Zhu

was extremely excited. He immediately clicked the pause button on the mouse, freezing the image on Zuo Wan'er's back as she entered the bathroom.

Old Zhu quickly pulled down his pants, and his penis, which hadn't been

stimulated , was already erect.

With one hand, he stroked his erect penis, while the other clicked play.

In the video, Zuo Wan'er walked to the toilet, lifted the lid, turned around, facing the camera, and gently lifted

her shirt to her waist, unbuttoning her jeans. She then gently swayed her hips, pulling her jeans and underwear

down to above her knees. "Oh... Xiao Wan, oh... my little darling, oh... oh... I

finally see your beautiful little pussy! Uncle has wanted to see your little pussy since the first day I saw you... oh

... oh... so my little Wan'er's pussy is so clean... oh... the pubic hair is so

sparse ... oh, Uncle feels like I can fuck you!" "Go into your little pussy... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh,

let Uncle thrust it in hard... oh oh... Uncle's coming, I'll shoot it all into you... shoot it all into you... shoot it

into your cunt... ah... ah... ah..." Old Zhu watched as Zuo Wan'er pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet

to urinate. After urinating, she stood up and gently wiped her pink private parts with a tissue. Throughout the process, Old Zhu

couldn't help but frantically increase the speed of his hand stroking his penis while muttering obscene words to himself.

He was so stimulated that he couldn't control himself, and a large amount of hot semen kept gushing out. Old Zhu still did

n't stop stroking his penis, as if he wanted to spray out every last drop of semen from his body.

In the blink of an eye, another week passed. Early Saturday morning, Zuo Wan'er excitedly ran to the guard room to find

Old .

"Uncle Zhu, is your third aunt on duty today? If she's free, let's invite her to go fishing

by the lake ."

"Oh... this... this..." Old Zhu stammered.

"Uncle Zhu, just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush," Zuo Wan'er said coquettishly to Old Zhu

.

"Oh, it's like this, my third aunt said her daughter asked her to move in with them after she retires, and

she agreed. She actually has feelings for Lao Peng, but she's worried that if they get together, she won't know how to

tell her daughter..."

"Tch, I thought the sky was falling!" Zuo Wan'er sighed inwardly, then continued,

"Living with your children is certainly a good thing, but living with your spouse not only allows for mutual care but also

alleviates loneliness. The elderly are most afraid of loneliness. Her daughter is probably

about my age, and should be as open-minded as I am."

"But my third aunt is a rather traditional person, she doesn't know how to tell her daughter," Old Zhu said.

"Alright, alright, I'll talk to Aunt Chengfang a bit. You should ask her to come out first," Zuo Wan'er

said, feigning seriousness, looking as comical and adorable as a child dressed as an adult.

"Okay, I'll ask Third Aunt if she's free today."

With that, Old Zhu took out his phone and pretended to make a call.

"Third Aunt, are you free this afternoon?... Oh, you're going to my

place this afternoon?... Okay, I'll ask for leave this afternoon and go back to wait for you... Hmm... Okay... Okay,

goodbye ."

Old Zhu hung up the phone, looked at Zuo Wan'er, meaning, "You understand how to answer without me saying anything.

"

Zuo Wan'er understood Old Zhu's meaning and said,

"Okay, what time are you going back this afternoon? I'll go with you."

"Let's leave at two o'clock sharp this afternoon," Old Zhu said to Zuo

Wan'er .

At 2 PM, Zuo Wan'er arrived at the guardhouse on time and took a taxi with Old Zhu straight to his residence.

Old Zhu's residence was a simple two-bedroom house he rented in the suburbs. It had three floors, and Old Zhu lived on

the first floor . After following him inside, Zuo Wan'er found the house somewhat dark and damp, but fairly clean. The outer room

was the living room, with an old desk holding a computer and an

old sofa that looked like it had been bought from a secondhand furniture market. The inner room was presumably the bedroom.

Old Zhu invited Zuo Wan'er to sit down and prepared to pour her some water. At that moment, Zuo Wan'er smelled a familiar

fragrance —the scent of osmanthus honey. Zuo Wan'er used to drink osmanthus honey every night, so how could this smell escape

her nose?

"Uncle Zhu, do you have osmanthus honey too?" Since the last incident, Old Peng had hidden

away , and Zuo Wan'er was too embarrassed to mention it again. It had been almost a month since she'd tasted its deliciousness

. As she asked Old Zhu, Zuo Wan'er couldn't help but lick her lips slightly.

"Oh, yes, little Wan'er has a really good nose! My third aunt specially brought some from our hometown for me. Do you like

osmanthus honey? If you do, I'll make you a cup." Old Zhu said casually.

"Okay, I don't drink water. Please make me a cup of osmanthus honey, Uncle Zhu." Zuo Wan'er said sweetly,

like a child trying to coax candy from an adult.

"Hehe, sure. Uncle Zhu's place is simple, and I don't have much to offer. It's rare that little Wan'er likes

osmanthus honey, so I'll make you a cup of fragrant osmanthus honey." Old Zhu said, then happily went to get to work

.

In no time, a steaming cup of osmanthus honey was presented to Zuo Wan'er.

While cooling herself down with a cup of osmanthus honey, Zuo Wan'er couldn't help but sip it lightly, making "chu...chu...chu" sounds

.

"Uncle Zhu, when is your third aunt arriving?" Having unknowingly drunk half a cup of osmanthus honey, Zuo Wan'er felt

a little sleepy and hoped Zhu Chengfang would arrive soon so she could finish her task and return home to rest.

Zuo Wan'er felt her eyelids getting heavy, so she leaned her head against the sofa, intending to rest briefly while waiting for Zhu Chengfang's

arrival .

Seeing Zuo Wan'er close her eyes and rest on his worn-out sofa, Old Zhu told her

he taking some slightly musty clothes out to air them. He then took a few pieces of clothing, which smelled slightly musty, to

the yard outside.

Old Zhu spread the clothes out and hung them on the wall in the yard. Looking up at the sky, the sun was almost setting. Actually,

what was the point of drying them at this hour? Old Zhu was just using this as an excuse to let Zuo Wan'er sleep peacefully in the quiet, secluded

environment . Old Zhu had secretly added a small amount of sleeping pills to the osmanthus honey Zuo Wan'er was drinking.

He had obtained these pills from some old friends, and Old Peng had also used sleeping pills provided by Old Zhu

. Zuo Wan'er was, of course, unaware of this.

Old Zhu waited anxiously in the yard for about twenty minutes, fearing that something might happen

or someone might come looking for him, disrupting his plans.

However, real life is always uneventful; without any unexpected events or surprises, the plot would

n't take any unexpected turns.

Old Zhu casually walked back into the house, as if saying to Zuo Wan'er, "Seeing you were resting

, I didn't come in to disturb you. It feels really nice to be out in the sun." He then glanced at the old sofa, where

Zuo Wan'er was still quietly leaning against it, her breathing deep and even, a strand of hair gently resting on her face.

It seemed she was fast asleep under the influence of the sleeping pills.

Old Zhu was still worried, so he gently went over and shook Zuo Wan'er's shoulder. "Little Wan... Little Wan, why don't

you go to the inner room and rest for a bit? It's easy to catch a cold here." Seeing that Zuo Wan'er still didn't move, and her breathing was still

so slow and long, Old Zhu excitedly stretched out his trembling hands, one hand pressed against the sofa

and went under Zuo Wan'er's back, the other hand going around her legs and easily lifting her up. A fresh, orchid-like fragrance instantly

filled Old Zhu's nostrils, almost making him so intoxicated by the scent that his legs went weak and he nearly collapsed to the ground. Old Zhu

steadied himself and quickly went to the inner room, gently laying Zuo Wan'er flat on the bed.

Old Zhu rubbed his hands together, looking at Zuo Wan'er lying flat on the bed, like a

lamb placed on a butcher's chopping board, Old Zhu didn't know where to begin. He looked Zuo Wan'er up and down, her long, black hair tied up in a bun with

a hairpin , pressed down on the pillow, scattered everywhere. Long eyelashes curled out from between her slightly closed eyelids,

forming a beautiful crescent moon. Her slender, straight nose gleamed slightly, and her sensual lips were naturally pressed

together . A string of sparkling crystal necklaces adorned her fair neck, further accentuating the suppleness of her skin.

She wore a pink, tight-fitting, sleeveless Nike t-shirt, fully revealing her full breasts and the faint outline of her

bra . She paired it with tight jeans, showcasing the curves of her long, straight legs,

the slight bulge between them further arousing Old Man Zhu's desire.

Old Zhu leaned close to the edge of the bed, gently bending down to bring his nose just centimeters from Zuo Wan'er's face.

Like a long-time drug addict, he hungrily inhaled the fragrant breath she exuded. Maintaining the same close

distance, he exaggeratedly inhaled

the body's scent, tracing down her neck, chest, and abdomen. He lingered for a long time at the juncture of her legs, as if the fragrance there was more unique, a

blend of aromas and other scents that made him unable to resist.

Old Zhu straightened up, stretching his back and neck; his joints and bones cracked and popped

, indicating he had been slumped over for too long.

After loosening his muscles, Old Zhu extended his right hand and gently touched Zuo Wan'er's breasts a few times with his fingertips.

Seeing that Zuo Wan'er was still fast asleep and unresponsive, Old Zhu gradually grew bolder. He stretched out both hands simultaneously

, placing them on Zuo Wan'er's two proud peaks, and began to gently knead them, all the while

carefully observing Zuo Wan'er's facial expression. As Zuo Wan'er remained as serene as before, Old Zhu

's movements and pressure gradually increased. Through Zuo Wan'er's t-shirt and bra, he wantonly squeezed Zuo Wan'er

's breasts, changing their shapes, like a pastry chef diligently kneading dough.

Unconsciously, Old Zhu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, partly from nervous excitement and partly from his

hard work.

Under Old Zhu's vigorous kneading, although Zuo Wan'er was still fast asleep, her breathing became noticeably heavier

. Old Zhu gently lifted the hem of Zuo Wan'er's t-shirt, pushing it down to below her neck. Her two firm breasts were immediately revealed, concealed by a white lace-trimmed,

low bra.

The deep, alluring valley between her breasts accentuated their grandeur. Before Old Zhu could even appreciate Zuo Wan'er's innocent yet

sexy bra, his hands slipped between her back and the bed, deftly unhooking it. He

then withdrew his hands and gently pushed upwards, causing the bra cups to slide down her neck, revealing a

pair of white, full, and rounded breasts. A small, light brown areola surrounded each breast, highlighting

a small, pink nipple in the center.

Old Zhu opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, bent down, and buried his face in her left breast, which was pert and pink.

He popped the whole cherry into his mouth. At the same time, his right hand pressed down on Zuo Wan'er's right breast again, his thumb and

forefinger gently twisting the other nipple.

Feeling Zuo Wan'er's nipples slowly hardening, Old Zhu released his hand from

her right breast and groped down her smooth upper body, sliding up her inner thighs

until he reached between her legs. He massaged her private parts through her jeans, feeling the warm, soft

skin .

After kneading her private area for a while, Old Zhu moved his right hand upwards, finding

the top edge of her jeans, intending to slip it through the gap between the jeans and her lower abdomen. But the opening was too small, and Old Zhu couldn't

reach her.

He straightened up again, unbuttoned Zuo Wan'er's jeans with both hands, pulled down the zipper, gently lifted

Zuo Wan'er's buttocks which were pressed against the bed, pulled the jeans down to above her knees, then went around to the foot of the bed, pinched the cuffs of Zuo Wan'er

's jeans, and pulled them back, completely removing the jeans from Zuo Wan'er's straight and slender legs.

A few dark shadows were faintly visible through the front of Zuo Wan'er's white lace-trimmed panties.

The tight cotton fabric below the panties dipped slightly inward, outlining a shallow slit, the lower end of which was slightly

damp.

Seeing this, Old Zhu knew that Zuo Wan'er, in her sleep, had been aroused by his teasing.

To confirm his guess, Old Zhu slowly pulled down Zuo Wan'er's white panties,

revealing a small, slightly raised vulva shaped like a peach beneath a small patch of sparse pubic hair in an inverted triangle shape.

In the center of was a tightly closed slit, and as the panties slowly came off, a

glistening, watery thread stretched from the bottom of the slit to the bottom of the panties.

Old Zhu stared blankly at Zuo Wan'er's neat, delicate vulva, his mouth suddenly dry, his blood rushing to

his head, unable to recover. This was the alluring vulva he had seen countless times in the videos he had secretly filmed, the vulva

he had looked at every night for masturbation,

the secret vulva he had longed to explore. Now it was exposed to Old Zhu without any concealment,

and at such close range that he could feel the heat emanating from the vulva radiating onto his

face.

Old Zhu tossed Zuo Wan'er's panties onto the jeans lying beside him, his trembling hands gently prying open

the tightly closed slit of Zuo Wan'er's private parts, revealing a mysterious, pinkish crevice, soaked with

a small amount clear, slippery fluid.

Old Zhu dipped his right middle finger in the fluid and gently slid it back and forth along the crevice. Zuo Wan'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and

she made a slight nasal sound.

Old Zhu's fingers traced the groove of Zuo Wan'er's private parts upwards, finding a slightly protruding bud.

He gently stroked around it, and Zuo Wan'er's

moans, initially nasal, became muffled. It seemed that Old Zhu's stimulation had aroused the sleeping beauty

,

as .

Old Zhu leaned down, his rough tongue taking over from his fingers, diligently licking the

swollen bud. Besides the increasingly frequent muffled "hmm" sounds, Zuo Wan'er's

hips and legs began to twitch restlessly.

Old Zhu felt his erection had been going on for a while, a tingling pleasure

emanating . He knew that if this continued, his erection would likely come prematurely. He then withdrew all his attacks on Zuo Wan'er

, quickly stripped off all his clothes, and knelt between Zuo Wan'er's

legs lifted Zuo Wan'er's legs, leaned forward, and pressed the purplish-black glans of his penis against Zuo Wan'er

's swollen vulva. He freed his right hand, held his penis, and

slid , getting a little slick with it.

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