[Urban] The Amorous Teacher (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter Ten: Yang Jing's Heartache Yang Jing's program "Frontline Attack" on television was the most popular news program, creating a ratings miracle for the station and consistently ranking among the top programs of its kind. She was also named one of China's top ten hosts, a testament to her successful career. Since her divorce, she had raised Yang Ling alone, rejecting many marriage proposals along the way. Over the years, she single-handedly raised Yang Ling to be incredibly intelligent.

"Sister Jing, tell me what's bothering you! I'll be your loyal listener, always on your side. Don't be afraid, I'll be there for you even if the sky falls," I said softly, gently patting Yang Jing's back.

"Do you know how much I've suffered raising Ling'er all these years? How many scornful looks I've endured! My parents didn't support me, my friends didn't understand, and the hardest part was having to work and take care of Ling'er at the same time, causing her to suffer a lot too. If it weren't for you, Ling'er definitely wouldn't be as outstanding and well-behaved as she is now," Yang Jing finally cried, leaning on my shoulder as she sobbed.

"All mothers are like this. Fortunately, Ling'er has grown up now, does well in her studies, and is very sensible! Your hard work has finally paid off. Sister Jing should be happy!" I gently comforted her. Although what Yang Jing said was painful, I knew that these were not the real reasons for her troubles.

"Waaah! Actually, these aren't the hardest things. The hardest thing is being so lonely! I can't tell anyone what's on my mind, I can only keep it all inside. So I have to work hard and vent my frustrations on work. I thought I could do well at work, but now there are problems at work again." Yang Jing sobbed on my shoulder.

This was the real reason for Yang Jing's troubles tonight. Yang Jing has always been known as a strong woman, taking her work very seriously. "Frontline Attack" specializes in reporting sensitive social news, daring to speak the voice of ordinary people. Of course, this has offended many powerful people, but her program has won the praise of the people and the hearts of many.

"Our program was just airing that shocking murder case that rocked the whole city, but the station director suddenly stopped us from airing it and forbade us from investigating any further. He said there were instructions from above. You know, this took us over two months to produce! We wanted to continue the investigation, but this morning we received a threatening letter saying that if we continued, they would harm our families. Sigh! Xiaoqiang, what should we do?" Yang Jing said worriedly, her sobs gradually subsiding.

So that's what happened. Where is justice in this society? Those with power and money are the masters of this society. Collusion between officials and businessmen, and mutual protection among officials, have long since numbed the people.

"Sigh! Sister Jing, that's just how society is. Don't worry! If the station director tells you not to investigate, then don't investigate. Just give up this episode! It won't hurt you anyway," I gently hugged Yang Jing and sighed.

"No! You know what? I started this program to tell people the truth and expose social realities. I've always thought I could use my pen and my mouth to do my part for social justice. I've never succumbed to external pressure, but now, for Ling'er's sake, I have to give in. I'm so unwilling! Waaah!" Yang Jing started crying again, involuntarily tightening her grip on my arm.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you don't do this program, no one will blame you. Why don't you ask the company for leave and rest at home for a few days to adjust your mindset?" It's difficult to ask someone who has lived by their own principles for so long to give up their principles, and it's even more difficult to change them. So, this is the only way I could comfort Yang Jing.

"I've already asked the company for leave. Being able to cry it out really makes me feel a lot better. Thank you, Xiaoqiang, thank you for listening to me cry for so long." Yang Jing suddenly got up from me, wiping away her tears.

I knew Yang Jing was alright, and only then did I have time to properly appreciate her. She usually dressed very formally, possessing a cold, elegant beauty; at home, she was gentle and quiet, embodying the softness of an Eastern woman. I had seen both types of beauty before, but never this fragile look.

At this moment, Yang Jing's face was still streaked with tears, her eyes were hazy and sleepy, and her tear-streaked appearance had a dreamlike, ethereal beauty. Because it was summer, she was only wearing a silk nightgown with a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white breasts and a deep cleavage. Seeing this boundless spring scenery, my breath suddenly caught in my throat, my blood rushed, and I swallowed hard.

"Xiao Qiang, I'm alright now. It's so late, go to sleep!" Yang Jing said gently.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Yang Jing looked up, only to find me staring intently at her chest, my eyes radiating a strange light, and my breathing heavy.

Yang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and two blushes instantly rose to her cheeks. She thought to herself, "This little rascal, at a time like this, he actually..." Yet, a strange joy welled up inside her.

"Ah? What? Sister Jing, what did you say?" I looked up and saw Yang Jing looking down shyly. My heart pounded even faster.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. We sat there quietly, neither of us speaking. Our hearts beat particularly loudly in the darkness, the sound of our heartbeats exceptionally clear in the stillness.

Since Yao Feifei left me, my thinking had changed drastically. I became more casual about relationships between men and women, and my body had also changed significantly. My needs for women had become stronger, and my resistance to them had weakened. Even the slightest temptation from a woman could make my blood boil and make me lose control.

"Xiao Qiang, let's go to sleep!" Yang Jing was slightly disappointed that I hadn't made any further moves. As she slowly came to her senses, she gently pulled my hand and said softly.

Yang Jing thought to herself, "I'm so old, how can I attract a young man like him?" But Yang Jing didn't realize that it was precisely these words and the way she pulled me that made her fall for me, entangled in a lifelong passion with me.

I interpreted Yang Jing's words as an implication, a fatal one. They were like gasoline poured on my burning desire, igniting a sudden surge of lust that consumed my last shred of reason. I grabbed Yang Jing's hand, pulling her tightly into my arms, holding her soft, warm body close. A blissful sensation spread rapidly from my hands throughout my body.

"No, let me go! Hurry!" Yang Jing cried out. Although she hadn't had sex in ten years, the last vestige of reason in her mind told her she couldn't do this. But

I had no intention of letting go. I only wanted to possess her as quickly as possible. I was losing control; the desire I had suppressed all day couldn't be extinguished, erupting like a volcano from the depths of my being.

"Xiaoqiang, no! Let me go!" Yang Jing was almost crying, pleading in a trembling voice, her beautiful face flushing pink, her breathing becoming rapid.

"No! I don't care anymore!" My moral standards finally collapsed, so I gently pulled Yang Jing to the side, embraced her, and lowered my head to kiss her rosy lips.

This kiss brought unexpected consequences. Yang Jing's delicate body trembled, not only not rejecting me, but responding with an almost frenzied passion, tightly sucking on my tongue, and wrapping her arms around my neck as if trying to merge us into one.

I hadn't expected Yang Jing to be so passionate and thirsty, and I was overjoyed, teasing and caressing her jade-like body even more vigorously. I slipped one hand inside the neckline of her nightgown, grabbing and kneading one of her large breasts, while my right hand slipped inside her skirt. Yang Jing wasn't wearing any underwear; she was completely naked under her nightgown, which saved me a lot of trouble.

My right hand covered Yang Jing's fragrant grass, swirling and stroking it. Soon, a large amount of nectar flowed from her valley, dripping onto my palm. I extended a finger and gently rubbed it at the entrance of her valley. The nectar immediately wet my finger, and it slid smoothly into her flower path.

"Oh!" Yang Jing gasped softly, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her buttocks twitched, and the tender flesh inside her flower path writhed, releasing a large amount of sticky fluid that tightly enveloped my fingers, trying to completely engulf them.

Yang Jing's valley was warm, slippery, and soft, sending waves of tingling sensations through my fingers. I could clearly feel the folds of tender flesh inside. I immediately began to use my finger skills, probing, rotating, and thrusting inside her flower path.

The waves of pleasure emanating from her vagina made Yang Jing scream and go wild. Her hands roughly tore off my clothes, which fluttered off my body like butterflies. Then she moved her sexy lips from my mouth and lowered her head to lick and kiss my neck and chest.

I pulled my fingers out of Yang Jing's honey hole with a "plop," bringing out a large amount of love fluid. Yang Jing let out another "Oh!" and suddenly felt an unprecedented emptiness inside her honey hole. With both hands, I quickly stripped off her silk nightgown and tossed it to the ground.

Yang Jing's fair, delicate, and irresistibly alluring mature body was fully revealed before me. Time, though merciless, had left few marks on her. Her breasts were full and firm, showing no signs of sagging. On their snow-white peaks were two large, purple nipples—purple buds I had never seen before, likely from breastfeeding Yang Ling—giving me a tremendous shock.

Yang Jing's abdomen was smooth and flat, without the potbelly of a middle-aged woman. Her skin was smooth and delicate, feeling like touching silk. Below her abdomen was a large patch of pubic hair, the largest I had ever seen, lush and verdant, filling me with fantasies. Her thighs were long, fair, and perfectly proportioned.

My breathing grew heavier, and my hands climbed up Yang Jingfeng's full, firm breasts, gently caressing and kneading them. Then I lowered my head and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking on it with abandon. Occasionally, I would lightly bite her nipple with my teeth, and with each bite, the slight pain would cause Yang Jingfeng to throw her head back, thrusting out her ample breasts, and letting out ecstatic moans. My hands were not idle either, traversing her body, crossing a charming little pool, and finally reaching a triangular area, where I stopped and played freely in the valley.

"Oh..." Yang Jingfeng's delicate body trembled incessantly under the teasing of my hands, and she kept moaning. Her body, which had remained celibate for ten years, could not withstand my teasing at all. At this moment, she had completely surrendered, completely caught in the whirlpool of lust.

Touching and kissing were no longer enough to satisfy my desires, nor could Yang Jing. She cried out in a wanton voice, "Xiao Qiang, take me! Ah! Faster! Faster... I can't take it anymore!" "Mmm!" I responded softly, then lowered myself and lay on top of Yang Jing. Yang Jing cooperated, moving her body down to meet me passionately.

When my penis found the entrance to her secret valley, I wiggled my hips a few times, letting it rub against her entrance, as if greeting her honey pot. Then I lowered myself, and my penis completely succumbed. With a "plop," juices splattered everywhere. My penis smoothly passed through Yang Jing's flower path, reaching her core.

"Ah!" We both groaned simultaneously, filled with satisfaction and pleasure. Yang Jing's honeyed orifice, far from drying up due to ten years of neglect, instead overflowed like a flash flood, its nectar flowing continuously from our point of union. The dragon, never before found in such a watery cave, thrashed about with delight, undulating freely as if swimming in the ocean.

Ten years of loneliness and emptiness in Yang Jing were instantly filled; her heart felt incredibly full. Waves of tingling pleasure, like a tsunami, surged over her from her core, making her feel as if she were standing on the crest of a wave. She cried out in excitement, moaning loudly with pleasure.

Yang Jing's delicate body swayed wildly like a lotus leaf in a storm, her two enormous breasts bobbing violently, providing me with immense visual stimulation. Coupled with her moans, my courage surged. I hoisted Yang Jing's jade-like legs onto my shoulders, gripped her soft waist, and began to thrust and pound relentlessly.

I found no light in the darkness, but I found boundless springtime beauty. The once silent night was filled with a monotonous yet captivating symphony.

In Yang Jing's living room, Yang Jing and I made love almost frantically. To my surprise, Yang Jing was even more passionate than I was. She kept shaking her large buttocks and thrusting upwards, trying to make each of my thrusts go all the way in. This gave me a feeling I had never experienced before.

We made love for at least two hours. Suddenly, Yang Jing's body tensed up, her moans intensified, and her buttocks moved faster. I could clearly feel a huge suction from deep within her vagina, the walls of her flesh tightly gripping my penis, a tingling and numb sensation. I knew I was about to reach my climax.

"Xiao Qiang, I...I'm about to cum! Let's...let's climax together!" Yang Jing cried out.

"Mmm! I...I'm going to cum too," I said breathlessly, my words broken.

"Cum inside me, I want it!" Yang Jing cried out lasciviously.

Yang Jing's words were incredibly alluring. A surge of excitement coursed through me, and I let out a low growl. A current of energy suddenly surged within me, rushing towards my dragon. The dragon leaped, spewing a stream of nectar from its mouth, splashing it onto Yang Jing's flower core.

"Ah!" Yang Jing cried out one last time. The suction of her flower core intensified, drawing away all of the dragon's essence.

Only then did our first passionate encounter subside. Yang Jing's face was flushed, radiating a captivating glow. Her body, completely naked, lay limply on the sofa, our lower bodies still tightly intertwined. We embraced tightly, silently savoring the afterglow of our climax.

"I want more," Yang Jing whispered in my ear a few minutes later.

"What, you've tasted it? I want it too!" I chuckled softly, my lower body beginning to move.

"Carry me to the room," Yang Jing moaned softly.

"Mmm!" I nodded in response, letting Yang Jing's legs hook around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her back and lifted her up with a sudden movement, our lower bodies still connected.

"Xiao Qiang is so amazing!" Yang Jing said sweetly, then kissed my lips and leaned her head on my shoulder.

I stood up, holding Yang Jing, and suddenly thrust my hips upwards, stimulating her vagina, causing Yang Jing to let out a groan.

"Haha!" I laughed and walked towards Yang Jing's room, thrusting my hips continuously. We continued to make love while standing and moving around.

Yang Jing's room was on the first floor. I gently placed her on the bed and then knelt down. Soon, our naked bodies began to intertwine, rise and fall, and turn over again. The entire room was filled with a lewd atmosphere and erotic sounds, the spring colors growing stronger and the spring scenery boundless.

I thrust into Yang Jing's beautiful body again and again, her soft moans further stimulating me, while the desire to conquer swelled and spread within me.

We tried many positions, and we could coordinate perfectly. My massive penis could perfectly combine with Yang Jing's flower path. Even when we were lying on our sides, when I entered her from behind, my penis could tightly fill her honey hole, and the free thrusting and rotation brought her the most intense stimulation.

After all, not everyone has a penis that is sixteen or seventeen centimeters long, and my size and hardness are unmatched. The suction of Yang Jing's honey hole should also be extremely rare. If it weren't for my penis, I think very few men could last so long in her honey hole, so her honey hole can be said to be a masterpiece.

Although it was only the first time Yang Jing and I made love, no, the second time, we had already reached a level of perfect coordination.

Yang Jing was now lying face down on the bed, supporting herself on her elbows, her large, round buttocks facing me. I stood on the floor beside the bed, my hands caressing her beautiful buttocks, while my penis thrust in and out of her vagina from behind.

The advantage of this position is that you can see the woman's buttocks, so a woman who chooses this position for intimacy must have large, perky buttocks to create a visual impact on the man. Another advantage is that it allows the man's penis to penetrate very deeply, reaching the very core of the woman's flower.

Yang Jing's buttocks were round, large, thick, and snow-white, without a single flaw. They felt incredibly smooth and comfortable to the touch, and were a supreme pleasure to look at. As I thrust in and out, her buttocks swayed constantly, giving me a strange stimulation that made me thrust faster and harder.

I gripped Yang Jing's buttocks with both hands and thrust hard, her juices splattering everywhere. Each time I pulled out my penis with all my might, I forcefully spread her buttocks apart, clearly showing the soft flesh inside her vagina turning outwards with each rapid withdrawal, the opening wide, a large amount of milky white fluid gushing out, dripping onto the thick pubic hair, then flowing down her thighs and onto the sheets, leaving large wet stains.

Seeing such a lewd scene, I think any man would be aroused, and I, who had created this scene myself, was even more excited and my blood was boiling. After I pulled my penis completely out, I would then forcefully squeeze Yang Jing's buttocks together, her vagina immediately closing. With another thrust, my penis would rub intensely against her vagina and fully penetrate, incredibly stimulating and giving Yang Jing immense pleasure. Each thrust produced a loud "plop" sound, further fueling my desire.

Each time I withdrew my penis, Yang Jing would arch her back, following it, yearning for it to penetrate and fill the emptiness within her.

Two more hours passed, and Yang Jing cried out, her muscles tense. A powerful suction emanated from deep within her, gripping my penis tightly, preventing it from withdrawing. The walls of her vagina exerted a rotating force, coiling around my penis like electric coils, making each thrust require even more effort.

I knew Yang Jing was about to climax, and I wanted to climax with her. Climaxing with Yang Jing was an unparalleled pleasure. Despite my previous experience, the suction and spiraling force within Yang Jing's vagina still caught me off guard, filling me with inexplicable excitement. At this moment, I also felt the urge to ejaculate.

I held Yang Jing's beautiful buttocks, slapping them gently with one hand. Her buttocks moved violently and rapidly, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. It was no longer clearly visible, but each impact caused Yang Jing to scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Finally, Yang Jing's screams were incessant, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her flower, spraying onto my penis. Stimulated by this, my body trembled, and a surge of hot semen immediately erupted, spraying deep into her flower.

A tingling sensation, like being electrocuted, spread through the depths of Yang Jing's flower. Her flower involuntarily writhed and curled up, the suction becoming stronger, and the fleshy walls on both sides of her vaginal canal curled up even more violently. The spiraling force seemed to be twisting my penis off. Under such powerful suction, all my semen was absorbed completely, not a single drop was lost.

Finally, Yang Jing and I finished our lovemaking. We lay side by side on her bed, but Yang Jing rolled over and lay on my broad chest. Seeing that my penis was still hard, she used her small hands to fumble around underneath me, then guided it back into her honey pot. She then lay on top of me, silently enjoying herself.

Yang Jing's body was limp and weak, and she murmured softly on my chest. My hand reached down to her back, caressing her plump, pert buttocks and gently patting them.

"Xiao Qiang, you're so strong! I feel so good!" Yang Jing said softly, drawing circles on my chest with her right index finger.

"Sister Jing is amazing too, I've never felt so good before," I smiled, gently patting her full buttocks.

"You little rascal, you're laughing at me again, it's all your fault!" Yang Jing bit my shoulder hard. At this moment, she was hardly a strong woman; she was clearly a little woman!

"Ah!" I forced myself not to scream too loudly, only letting out a low growl.

"I want you to remember me for the rest of your life. From now on, whenever you see this bite mark, you'll think of me." Yang Jing's eyes, as clear as water, shone with deep affection.

"I will, Sister Jing. You're my woman now, and I want you to be my woman for life," I said earnestly.

"Xiao Qiang, can you grant me one request?" Yang Jing's face was full of spring fever, but her eyes revealed a hint of worry and unease.

"Don't just say one request, I'll grant a hundred." An unparalleled sense of satisfaction welled up within me, and I readily agreed.

"Xiao Qiang, please don't tell Ling'er about this, okay? I hope I can still be your Sister Jing, and I hope we can maintain our previous relationship," Yang Jing said softly.

"Why, Sister Jing?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You know Ling'er likes you a lot, and she'll definitely marry you when she grows up. How can I, as her mother, steal a man from my own daughter?" Yang Jing paused, her face flushing, and continued, "Besides, I'm so much older than you, we can't be together. I'll just be your lover from now on. As long as you come and be affectionate with me from time to time, I'll be satisfied. In front of others, we shouldn't act any different from before." "Sister Jing, but this is treating you like this..." I knew I couldn't marry Yang Jing, but hearing her say that still made my heart ache.

"Promise me, okay? Xiao Qiang, I'll be your secret lover, okay? I'll be your woman, I'll be your secret lover, I'll stay with you forever." Yang Jing suddenly became coquettish and said affectionately.

"I promise you, Sister Jing, but I have a request." I hesitated for a while, and finally reluctantly agreed.

"Xiao Qiang, you're so good. Tell me, what's your request?" Yang Jing pecked me on the cheek and laughed excitedly.

"Jing-jie, from now on, when we're together privately, I'll call you 'wife,' and you call me 'husband,' okay?" I asked.

"Husband," Yang Jing called out shyly.

"Wife," I said, my heart filled with tenderness, and I hugged Yang Jing and kissed her passionately again.

"No, husband, it's almost dawn, you should go back to your room. It wouldn't be good if Ling'er found out." Yang Jing was soon aroused again, but she held back and began urging me to leave.

"But I want to do it with you again," I whispered in Yang Jing's ear.

"No, two times isn't enough! My back is about to fall apart. How about we do it again tonight? I'll serve you well tonight," Yang Jing said shyly.

I was a little reluctant, but I knew it wouldn't be good if Yang Ling found out. However, I didn't want to refuse, so I thrust my lower body a few times. Yang Jing frowned and couldn't help but moan.

"Ah! Honey, you're so naughty! Get out of here, or I won't let you touch me again!" Yang Jing said, then bit me again in retaliation, in the same spot. I couldn't help but cry out in pain, and then I ran back to my room naked.

Chapter 1 of Episode 2: Shopping When I woke up the next morning, it was already past nine o'clock. Yang Jing and I had been at it for over four hours straight last night, and I fell asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed. I slept so soundly; I was really exhausted last night.

When I went downstairs, Yang Jing and Yang Ling were already sitting at the dining table having breakfast. The clothes on the sofa were gone, and the traces of our lovemaking were gone too. It had all been cleaned up long ago; Yang Jing must have gotten up early this morning to do it. Yang Jing and I exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, all our affection unspoken.

Today, Yang Jing's complexion was rosy, her skin glowing, giving her a radiant beauty. She was more alluring and womanly than before, seemingly nourished by my love. Her heart, nourished by my essence, seemed to absorb my nectar, experiencing a special kind of hydration. She was truly different!

I looked at Yang Jing with a wicked grin, a lewd smile spreading across my face. Yang Jing, perhaps thinking of something, blushed inexplicably, avoiding my gaze and quickly lowering her head to eat her breakfast. Unexpectedly, Yang Ling noticed.

"Mom, why are you blushing?" Yang Ling asked curiously.

"Ah! Really? No, nothing!" Yang Jing said awkwardly, unconsciously touching her face, which turned even redder.

"I think you're acting a little strange today. Is there something you and your older brother are hiding from me?" Yang Ling looked at Yang Jing, then at me, and asked sweetly.

"No! Why do you say that?" Yang Jing almost choked, thinking that her secret had been exposed, that Yang Ling knew about what happened between us last night.

"Oh dear! I was moaning so loudly last night, I hope Ling'er heard me? It's been so many years since I've made love, last night was so comfortable and amazing, my husband's thing is so big..." Yang Jing's mind wandered, thinking about last night's scene, thinking about my huge penis, she couldn't help but feel a lot of lustful fluid, and wanted to do it again.

"Mom, what's wrong? Why is your face even redder than before? Are you not feeling well? Can you hear me?" Yang Ling saw that Yang Jing was silent, but the blush on her face was getting redder and couldn't help but ask loudly with concern.

"Oh! No, nothing, I just almost choked on my food just now." Yang Jing quickly pulled her wandering thoughts, suppressed her wild thoughts, and quickly calmed down.

"Mom looks much prettier than before today, your face is redder, and you're smiling more." Yang Ling tilted her head and looked Yang Jing up and down, and then said.

"What...what's wrong with me? Really? I'm so old, how could I be pretty? Are you even making fun of me?" Yang Jing felt guilty under Yang Ling's gaze, her hand unconsciously touching her face, a blush rising to her delicate cheeks.

I hadn't expected that the usually capable and fluent Yang Jing would suddenly become so tongue-tied in front of Yang Ling today. Haha! The magic of love can indeed change a woman. It seems that if I don't help her soon, Yang Jing will soon give herself away.

"I know why your mother looks so beautiful today," I said to Yang Ling with a smile.

"Oh! Big brother, how did you know?" Yang Ling asked

, tilting her head. "Because your mother took leave from work to take you on a trip," I smiled.

"Is it true?" Yang Ling asked in surprise.

"Just ask your mother!" I pointed at Yang Jing and said.

Yang Ling turned to look at Yang Jing, her face full of anticipation.

Yang Jing glanced at me quickly, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness, yet tinged with a hint of desire. Then she smiled at Yang Ling and nodded gently.

"Ah! Long live Mom! Long live Mom!" Yang Ling jumped up excitedly, giving Yang Jing a big kiss on the cheek. Then she ran over and hugged my head, giving me another big kiss. After that, she jumped and shouted around the room.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I leaned forward and whispered with a smile, "Wife, you look so beautiful today! Were you thinking about something earlier?" "You little rascal, you dare to talk nonsense here? Aren't you afraid Ling'er will hear?" Yang Jing said coquettishly, reaching under the table to pinch my thigh hard.

"Ah! Are you trying to murder your husband?" I whispered, thinking that if she pinched me so hard, I'd make her beg for mercy tonight.

"Big brother, why don't you come on this trip with us?" Yang Ling suddenly jumped over, seeing my pained expression, and asked with concern, "Big brother, what happened?" "It's because your mom pinched me!" I thought to myself, but on my face I put on a friendly smile and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I just accidentally bit my tongue while eating." I glanced sideways and saw Yang Jing secretly smiling, her eyes sparkling, her smile charming, clearly like a shy eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

"Are you coming or not? Big brother, will you come with us? You're not going back to work so soon anyway! It would be so nice for the whole family to go out and have fun together!" Yang Ling hugged my arm and shook it vigorously, her newly developed breasts pressed tightly against my arm, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart.

"Hehe! My little Ling'er, I really want to go too, but I have something to do, so I can't go with you. I'll go with you another time." I quickly declined. I didn't want to go with them. Just imagine, being surrounded by two beautiful women all day but not being able to eat them—that feeling would be incredibly painful.

"Ugh! What a pity! We won't see our big brother for many more days." Yang Ling pouted.

"Alright, Ling'er, our big brother has his own things to do. How can he accompany us every day?" Yang Jing advised from the side.

"How about this? Sister Jing, Ling'er, I'll go shopping with you today, okay?" I suggested.

"Great, Ling'er, let's go shopping together! I'll buy you some things while we're at it." Yang Jing nodded.

"Great! Shopping is great too. I haven't gone shopping with my mom in a long time, and with our big brother too." Yang Ling became happy again.

Chunxi Road is the most bustling street in Jiaxing City. It's cross-shaped, about three kilometers long in each direction, and surrounded by Jiaxing's largest department store, as well as numerous restaurants and entertainment venues. Chunxi Road also boasts many unique snack shops and small stores, attracting hundreds of thousands of people daily. Whether white-collar or blue-collar, everyone can find something they like here.

The three of us first went to Haitian Department Store, the largest department store on Chunxi Road. Haitian Department Store is truly enormous! It has seven floors, each about four or five acres in size, and sells different goods. Yang Ling insisted on going to the third floor to look at girls' clothing, pulling me and Yang Jing along.

Shopping with girls is the hardest and most tiring job for a man. Fortunately, I had accompanied Feifei shopping many times before and had plenty of experience. When shopping with women, the most repeated action is nodding, and the two words said most often are "looks good," although sometimes that doesn't work.

"Mom, is this pretty?" "Big brother, do you think I look good in this?" "Ah! This dress is so beautiful!" "These shoes are so pretty!" Yang Ling flitted between different brand stores like a butterfly, sometimes picking up one dress to compare, sometimes trying on another, her face beaming as she sought our opinions. Yang Jing and I could only smile and say,

"It looks good, it looks good." "Of course it looks good! My Ling'er is beautiful, she looks good in anything," Yang Jing said sweetly.

After looking at almost the entire floor, Yang Ling carefully selected and finally bought a black and white dress, a sky-blue t-shirt, and a pair of sandals.

The fourth floor was the ladies' clothing section, specializing in high-end clothes for mature women, with many world-famous brands. Most people wouldn't dare to go up there to buy, but with Yang Jing's financial means, she could afford ten or eight ordinary designer items, so we went up to the fourth floor.

We hadn't been browsing for long when Yang Jing spotted a short cheongsam dress in a shop specializing in them. It was a beautiful lake-green color with tiny jasmine flowers printed on it. Yang Jing looked at it intently, touching it repeatedly. The saleswoman encouraged her to try it on, but Yang Jing looked at me questioningly. I nodded, and she finally agreed to go into the fitting room.

When Yang Jing emerged wearing the cheongsam, everyone around them stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, unable to believe that the woman before them was the same woman they had just seen.

This cheongsam seemed to be designed specifically for Yang Jing. The material, color, and cut perfectly complemented her skin tone and figure, highlighting her fair complexion, high breasts, flat stomach, slender waist, and long legs. It possessed an irresistible charm, fully showcasing Yang Jing's mature elegance.

"So beautiful!" Yang Ling murmured, gently stroking the cheongsam with her delicate hands.

"Xiao Qiang, is it pretty?" Yang Jing asked me shyly, noticing the envious glances from those around her.

"Beautiful! So perfect! Absolutely stunning!" I exclaimed.

"Really? Is it that exaggerated?" Yang Jing blushed at my praise and asked shyly. She looked down at the cheongsam, occasionally tugging at it, and twirled in front of the mirror, radiant. I could tell Yang Jing also loved the cheongsam.

"Miss, how much is it?" Yang Jing asked.

"This cheongsam is the first design we've created this year at Dianxiang Clothing. There's only one available, so the style is unique and won't be repeated by anyone else." The saleswoman was very professional and knew how to keep the price in suspense, introducing the dress before revealing the price. She seemed to have been in the business for quite some time.

"And the price?" Yang Jing asked again.

"Our original price was ten thousand yuan, but we're currently having a promotion with a discount. This cheongsam is 10% off, so it's only nine thousand yuan," the saleswoman replied politely.

"Ah! That's so expensive!" Although Yang Jing was somewhat prepared, she still hadn't expected such a high price.

Yang Jing's monthly salary was quite high, over ten thousand yuan; most people couldn't afford that price, but she still felt it was expensive and hesitated a little.

"Although this cheongsam is a bit pricey, it's made from pure natural silk and pure cotton, entirely handcrafted. It's wrinkle-resistant and dust-resistant, making it excellent value for money," the saleswoman patiently explained.

Seeing that Yang Jing really liked the cheongsam, I immediately pulled out my wallet from my back pocket, took out my credit card, and handed it to the saleswoman, saying, "Miss, I'll buy it. Please wrap it up!" "My God!" The surrounding crowd gasped, all looking at the exceptionally charming Yang Jing with envy and jealousy, their eyes burning with a desire to devour her.

Everyone thought to themselves that heaven was so unfair; it gave her a beautiful face, a noble air, and such a handsome, dashing, and refined young man who was so considerate and doting on her, and who seemed to have a lot of money. At the same time, many women immediately threw me flirtatious glances, sending waves of intense electric shocks through me.

I only had 15,000 yuan in my account—that was my scholarship money from four years of university and the money I earned tutoring over those four years! I'm usually frugal and my clothes are very ordinary, usually costing around a hundred yuan. But I don't feel any heartache when I spend money on Yang Jing, because she's my woman now. As long as she's my woman, I'll give her everything, make her happy, and bring her joy.

"Xiao Qiang, I think we should stop, it's too expensive," Yang Jing said, reaching out to stop me. She knew my situation well, knew that it was all my hard-earned money, and that my family wasn't wealthy.

"It's okay, as long as Sister Jing likes it," I said firmly, gently patting Yang Jing's delicate hand.

Yang Jing looked at me tenderly, her eyes filled with boundless affection, her face showing the joy and happiness of a young woman. I was deeply moved.

"This little rascal still has some conscience. It's worth being with him; he's so good to me!" Yang Jing thought sweetly.

The saleswoman happily swiped my card, overjoyed. It was a lucky day, the very first day of business! The cheongsam had been there for a while; many customers had seen it and inquired about it, but it had always been too expensive. She was thrilled that this young man had bought it.

She would receive a 900 yuan commission, and she was delighted. She quickly swiped the card and carefully wrapped the cheongsam in a beautiful paper bag. As we left, she bowed respectfully and said, "Take care, gentlemen, and welcome back again." I hadn't intended to buy anything, but Yang Jing and Yang Ling insisted on taking me to the fifth-floor men's boutique. I looked carefully, but nothing caught my eye.

Yang Jing insisted on buying something for me, so she said to Yang Ling, "Ling'er, big brother isn't buying anything himself, how about we help him choose?" Yang Ling tilted her head and said, "Sure! But what should we buy?" Yang Ling and Yang Jing ignored my advice and started discussing it amongst themselves.

"Yes! Ling'er, what do you think we should buy?" Yang Jing asked with a smile.

"Hmm! Let me think... how about we buy him a dozen pairs of underwear?" Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then excitedly shouted.

When I saw Yang Ling's sly look, I knew it couldn't be anything good. Sure enough, Yang Ling's shocking words almost made me vomit blood. Luckily, I don't have a heart condition, or I would have been scared to death.

Yang Jing was shocked that Yang Ling would say such a thing so loudly. In a flash, she rushed to Yang Ling's side like a lion pouncing on a rabbit, covering Yang Ling's mouth with her hand with astonishing speed. Then, blushing, she looked around and smiled apologetically at the people staring at us in surprise.

Yang Jing thought to herself, "This is so embarrassing! Being watched by so many people in public, and they're pointing at us and giggling. I've never been so humiliated in my life. I just want to find a hole to crawl into."

Yang Jing let go of my hand, and Yang Ling playfully stuck out her tongue. Seeing the commotion her words had caused, she smiled sheepishly.

Finally, Yang Jing helped me pick out a black Italian brand t-shirt with white vertical stripes, which actually accentuated my muscular physique.

Yang Ling also bought me a dozen Silver Bullet brand underwear—pure cotton, breathable, and with an excellent feel; the best underwear I'd ever seen.

"That little devil!" I thought with a wry smile.

When we emerged from the department store with our bags, it was already noon, lunchtime. I asked Yang Jing, "Sister Jing, what are we having for lunch?" Yang Jing said, "Let's go eat…" "I want to go to KFC!" Before Yang Jing could finish, Yang Ling interrupted, loudly announcing as if it were an imperial decree, allowing no dissent.

There was nothing we could do; Yang Ling was a child, a treasure, and we adults couldn't argue with her. We had to listen to her, so we headed to the nearby KFC. When we entered KFC, we found it packed with people, even the second floor was overflowing. Business was booming. We finally managed to find a table after a group of customers finished eating.

Sometimes I really don't understand why kids these days love these foreign fast foods so much—

McDonald's, KFC, Pizza Hut! These fast foods are very cheap in their home countries, equivalent to our five-yuan snacks, but in our country they become high-end dining, attracting everyone, especially children and young people.

These foreign fast foods are neither nutritious nor healthy, and easily lead to obesity. They can't compare to the rich nutrition, delicious flavor, and appealing presentation of Chinese cuisine. Yet, our children seem to prefer these foreign fast foods.

Of course, it's undeniable that these foreign fast food restaurants have many advantages, such as a pleasant environment, cleanliness, comfort, and convenience—all fatal flaws of Chinese fast food restaurants. Many foreign fast food restaurants also have a separate corner for children to play, attracting both children and young parents.

After we sat down, we ordered two family sets and a few ice creams. Yang Ling, that little devil, immediately started eating with gusto, thoroughly enjoying herself. I could still eat the fried chicken legs and nuggets with relish, but I didn't like hamburgers; I could barely manage to fill up. As for Yang Jing, one hamburger and a box of fries were enough

for her. Women, you know, have big bellies; a little bit of food is enough to fill them up. Chapter Two: Robbery on the Street After the three of us finished eating, I carried five or six bags and walked beside Yang Jing, following them as they wandered aimlessly through the streets, from the south end of Chunxi Road to the north end, planning to go home at the intersection. To be honest, my legs were tired after walking around all morning.

"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang." Suddenly, I thought I heard someone calling me, so I turned my head and looked around, but I didn't see anyone I recognized.

Yang Jing suddenly pinched my arm lightly, leaned close to my ear, and chuckled, "You little rascal, what are you pretending for? Is it one of your little lovers? Afraid I'll see?" "No way, I really didn't see anyone I recognize!" Oh my god! I was so wronged! Women are naturally jealous, but I never expected Yang Jing to be so jealous right there on the street.

"Look! It's that pretty girl over there! Don't pretend you don't know her! But don't worry, I won't be jealous. I don't care how many women you have, as long as you truly love me and have me in your heart, I'm satisfied, husband!" Yang Jing moved her mouth to the side and whispered, even calling me sweetly.

Yang Jing's breath was fragrant, a captivating scent wafting into my ear, then seeping in, then into my heart, finally settling in my lower abdomen, slowly transforming into a primal desire rising from there.

I glanced sideways at Yang Jing. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she wore a captivating smile that held a special allure. If we weren't on the street, and if my hands weren't full of bags, I definitely would have grabbed her and given her a good pounding.

"Brother Qiang, it's me! Don't you recognize me already?" A girl in a t-shirt and jeans walked over from the opposite side and stood in front of me, speaking crisply.

I looked this pretty girl up and down. Judging from her attire, she was probably a college student. Her straight, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her oval face was adorned with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and cherry lips—a rather delicate face.

A small red t-shirt covered her breasts, which, while the smallest I knew among women, were still perky. Because she was petite, the proportions were perfect for her figure, making her quite pleasing to the eye.

She wore tight blue jeans that hugged her long, shapely legs, making her hips appear taut. Her hips, like her breasts, weren't large, but they were perky and firm, giving them a very bouncy look—in short, "small and perky."

I racked my brains, trying to remember where I'd seen this girl before, but I couldn't quite place her. I shook my head and said softly, "Sorry, beautiful, I think I vaguely remember you, but I can't quite place you." "Waaah! Brother Qiang, I'm Xiaohong! From the Chiayi University Taekwondo Association! I was greeting people at the martial arts hall during the last meeting that day!" Xiaohong stared at me, and seeing that I still couldn't remember, a look of disappointment crossed her face as she tried to recall something.

"Oh! I remember now, you're the girl who said Daxiong was a bodyguard, hehe..." I patted my head, finally remembering—it was that cute girl. Looking at her, I couldn't help but recall that day. We looked at each other and exchanged knowing smiles.

"Yeah! Yeah! Hehe! Brother Qiang, why are you bringing that up again?" Xiaohong was both happy and shy when she saw that I had finally remembered, and said excitedly.

"Sorry, sorry, what's wrong? You came shopping alone? Why aren't you home yet?" I said with a smile, thinking what an innocent and lovely girl.

"No! I came with my boyfriend. This is my boyfriend, Fang Ming, from Jiaxing Normal University. Xiaoming, this is the honorary president of our Jiaxing University Taekwondo Association, and also the number one master. We all call him Brother Qiang." Xiaohong pulled over a boy next to her and introduced him shyly.

"Brother Qiang, hello." Fang Ming extended his hand in a friendly manner.

Seeing Fang Ming's gaze, I couldn't help but think, "Why is his gaze so fierce? We don't seem to know each other before! Hmm! He must be very unhappy about Xiao Hong's friendly attitude towards me, but he's acting so friendly. He's really something else, so hypocritical." Fang Ming was a tall, big boy wearing a black tracksuit. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was quite good-looking. He wasn't as handsome as me, nor did he have as much charm. I couldn't help but look him up and down. As soon

as Fang Ming noticed me observing him, the fierce look in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a smiling gaze. I didn't say anything or point it out, and instead, I pretended to be very enthusiastic and shook his hand.

"Xiao Qiang, you two chat for a bit. Ling'er and I will go take a look over there." Yang Jing greeted me and then took Yang Ling's hand and walked forward.

"Brother Qiang, who is she? She's so pretty and has such a feminine charm!" Xiao Hong asked, watching Yang Jing leave.

"She's the parent of one of my tutors. She came with her and her daughter this time..." Before I could finish speaking, I heard a scream.

"Ah! Robbery!" Yang Jing suddenly screamed.

I quickly turned around and saw a man with dyed blond hair running forward at top speed, clutching Yang Jing's off-white handbag. Yang Jing cried out in alarm and chased after him on her high-heeled feet.

Seeing this, I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, they're robbing me!" Without thinking, I threw my bags on the ground and took off after him. With my skills, catching up with him would be a matter of two minutes. "Kid, once I catch you, I'll teach you a lesson!" I thought fiercely.

But I had only taken a few steps when two people suddenly rushed out from both sides of the street and blocked my way. "Bang, bang!" The two men were knocked to the ground by my momentum, and I was forced to stop because of the obstruction.

"Hey! You little brat, you hit someone and you're still running?" The two men on the ground got up and grabbed my arms, saying fiercely.

"Ouch! I've hurt my back, kid, what are you going to do about it?" another man shouted.

I could tell at a glance that these two were in cahoots with the robber, but I didn't have time to deal with them right now. I pulled the man on my right with my right hand, lifted my right leg, bent my knee, and slammed it into his chest. "Ah!" the man yelled, naturally letting go of my right hand and falling to the ground clutching his chest and screaming.

Before the man on my left could react, I kicked him hard in the knee with my left foot, sending him staggering backward. His steps faltered, and I swung my left arm, slamming him to the ground. I yelled, "Xiaohong, these two are yours!" But that was only a minute's delay. The robber was already close to the north end of the road. I used all my strength, my body flying forward at lightning speed. Remember, I'm the annual school sprint champion; no one has ever broken my record. Just as I was about to catch him, a red motorcycle suddenly darted out from the street. The robber jumped onto the back, turned around, gave me a contemptuous gesture, blew a loud whistle, and the motorcycle roared off, puffing black smoke from its exhaust.

"Damn it, so arrogant!" I spat on the ground, cursing, and waved my hand in frustration.

How was I going to explain this to Yang Jing? Those two thugs ruined my plans. I get angry just thinking about them. I never imagined that petty thugs these days would even coordinate their robberies so perfectly, with such perfect teamwork.

I told Yang Jing, frustrated, that we hadn't caught up. Yang Jing said there wasn't anything important in the bag, just some documents and her phone in her wallet. She added that she had already borrowed Fang Ming's phone to call the police, and they would be there soon. I felt a little relieved.

Xiaohong and Yangling were each fighting one thug. With their current skills, they couldn't defeat the thugs, but they could protect themselves.

Seeing that they were managing, I was happy to stand by and give them pointers. This was a golden opportunity! Sparring best reveals a person's true skill. Their strengths and weaknesses were immediately apparent. With my guidance, I believed they would quickly grasp the knack and reach another level. Otherwise, where would they find such good practical training?

"Xiaohong, reverse wheel kick, side kick. Ling'er, horizontal split kick, hook punch to straight elbow. Front kick, front kick, side kick, sliding hook kick, straight punch, straight punch..." I shouted from the side, constantly instructing them.

Xiaohong and Yangling understood perfectly. At first, their reactions were a bit slow, but they became more and more fluid as they fought. I had barely finished speaking when they had already reacted, displaying Taekwondo to its fullest and fighting with great excitement.

But the two thugs fared much worse, screaming and yelling as Xiaohong and Yangling relentlessly punched and kicked them, leaving them bruised and swollen. The surrounding crowd had never witnessed such a spectacular fight, especially one between two young girls and two rather burly men. They cheered and clapped enthusiastically, shouting how exhilarating it was to see Xiaohong and Yangling, like rats in the street, hated by everyone!

Yang Jing nestled beside me in the crowd of onlookers. At first, she held my hand tightly, whispering nervously in my ear, "Honey, will Ling'er be alright? Can Ling'er, who's so young, beat that guy?" But later, when Yang Jing saw Yang Ling display her prowess under my guidance, beating the thug to a pulp, leaving him bruised and battered, she became as excited as a little girl, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as if she were the one beating him. She waved her fists and feet occasionally, whispering in my ear, "Honey, look, Ling'er is so amazing! You taught me all this, I love you!" Then, when no one was looking, she quickly kissed me on the cheek.

"So sweet! Having a wife is wonderful!" I turned to look at Yang Jing silently. All our affection was expressed in our eyes. I gently reached out and wrapped my right arm around her slender waist. Her waist had no excess fat, and it felt wonderful to touch. I also occasionally touched her firm, round buttocks, feeling the texture of her flesh. I was completely captivated.

"Could Ling'er have a talent for martial arts? But I've never practiced martial arts! Could she have inherited her grandfather's talent?" Yang Jing watched Yang Ling move with ease on the field, her thoughts drifting far away, pondering many things.

"Make way! Make way!" Suddenly, the crowd parted, and two police officers in uniform rushed in, a man and a woman. The woman shouted, "Stop! Stop!" Xiao Hong and Yang Ling, seeing the officers arrive, gave the two thugs one last kick before stopping and standing aside, smiling as they watched their disheveled state. Their faces were full of excitement and joy, like spring flowers in full bloom, as if one could see the blossoming flowers. The two thugs, now bruised and swollen, blood trickling from their mouths, squatted on the ground, clutching their mouths and groaning in pain.

"What, it's you again? Tang Quan, Zhou Peng, what are you causing trouble for this time?" the woman snapped fiercely. It seemed these two thugs were frequent troublemakers in this area, becoming regulars at the police station.

The two thugs, suddenly hearing the familiar voice, looked up and their faces filled with panic. They hadn't expected their nemesis to arrive. They thought to themselves, "Oh no!" and trembled uncontrollably, unable to speak.

The male police officer waved to the crowd and shouted, "Alright, alright, everyone disperse! It's alright, it's alright, please stop watching." I stepped forward and said, "Hello, my name is Huang Qiang. Someone stole my sister's purse. When I chased after them, these two rushed out to stop me. They were clearly in cahoots with the thief, so I taught them a lesson. I hope the police officer can solve the case quickly and get our stolen purse back." The policewoman didn't even glance at me. Instead, she looked at Xiaohong and Yang Ling with surprise, unable to believe that these two petite girls, especially Yang Ling, who was clearly still a child, could have beaten those two thugs so badly while they themselves were completely unharmed and standing there smiling.

Hearing my words, the policewoman turned around and looked at me suspiciously, coldly asking, "Oh!

Did you report the crime? What's your relationship with those two girls? Can you describe the purse?" At this moment, Yang Jing stepped forward and said, "I reported the crime. The one who snatched my purse was a young man with dyed yellow hair. These two people prevented him from chasing the robber, so my daughter taught them a lesson." "Oh! I see! I didn't realize your daughter was so capable at such a young age. Has she practiced martial arts? What kind of kung fu? Who did she learn from?" Hearing this, the policewoman was certain that the two girls had done it, and her eyes lit up as she kept asking questions.

Seeing this, the male police officer next to me gave a wry smile, thinking to himself, "Sigh! She just can't seem to change her temper. She acts like a lecherous man seeing a beautiful woman the moment she sees someone who practices martial arts." Before I could even speak, Yang Ling excitedly started chattering away, saying she'd learned martial arts from me. She went on to say I was the top Taekwondo athlete at Chiayi University, that she'd already learned the fourth form of Taekwondo Tai Chi, and that Xiao Hong was my student. Whether it was true or not, she embellished her story with her eloquence.

The policewoman, after listening to Yang Ling's tale, kept glancing at me, her eyes changing considerably, sparkling with a strange and amazed expression.

The male officer saw that the policewoman was completely absorbed in her story, but dared not interrupt her, because her skill was renowned throughout the entire unit, and he didn't dare provoke her.

Yang Jing then described the whole incident and her handbag in detail. The male officer took careful notes and then said to the female officer, "Luo Mei, I've recorded everything. Take these two back for a thorough interrogation; it should be easy to find it." The female officer called Luo Mei looked at me with surprise, her eyes completely different from before, filled with disbelief mixed with excitement. She thought to herself, "Is he really that good? I hope he really is an expert. Then I can have a match with him sometime. It's been a long time since I've met a worthy opponent." At this moment, Luo Mei heard the male officer's words and snapped out of her reverie.

"Now that things are clear, you're done. We'll take these two back to the station for questioning and investigation. We should be able to find your handbag soon. We'll call you as soon as we find it. By the way, can we have your phone number?" Luo Mei's voice was much gentler this time. When she said the last sentence, she was speaking to me, clearly wanting my phone number.

I was secretly pleased, wondering if her previous look and current actions were hinting at something. Could she have feelings for me? She's a beauty! Judging from her demeanor and speech, she's a woman with personality. If only I could sleep with her and experience the thrill of sex!

"I hope you can find that purse as soon as possible, preferably today. Here's my phone number." I gave Luo Mei my phone number. To be honest, it's not that I look down on the police, but sometimes their efficiency is really low. If they can't find it today, I might have to ask Zhang Yunlong for help. With Zhang Yunlong's influence in the Jiacheng underworld, one phone call would be enough to cripple that robber. But if the police can handle it, there's no need to bother Zhang Yunlong, since this matter is too minor.

Then the two policemen took the two thugs away. Fang Ming handed my bags back to me. Yang Ling came over, grabbed my hand, and shook it excitedly, shouting, "Big brother, I won! I won!" Then she jumped around me and Yang Jing, overjoyed.

Seeing Yang Ling's happy expression, I felt very gratified. Children can be happy for a long time over the smallest things, let alone defeating a man so much older than her with their bare hands.

Xiaohong ran over, her face flushed with barely concealed excitement. She exclaimed, "Brother Qiang, am I really that good? I think I've gained a new understanding of Taekwondo! I feel like I've grasped something, but I can't quite put my finger on it." I looked at Xiaohong. Although I didn't know how long she had been learning Taekwondo, her performance today suggested she had some talent. So I gave her some more pointers to help her reach a higher level.

Xiaohong suddenly understood, excitedly grabbing my hand and shouting, "I understand! I understand!

Thank you, Brother Qiang!" She quickly kissed me on the cheek, giggled, and ran off. Fang Ming gave me another resentful look, then followed without a word.

Those soft lips! It felt so good to kiss them on my cheek. I stroked my cheek where Xiaohong had kissed me, watching her youthful, vibrant figure disappear into the distance.

Just then, Yang Jing gave me a knowing, ambiguous smile. I was startled, thinking, "Oh no! Yang Jing saw me looking so smitten! How embarrassing!"

We got home and sat on the sofa chatting. Yang Jing and Yang Ling had decided to leave tomorrow and were researching and discussing where to go.

"How about we go to Shanghai?" Yang Jing asked Yang Ling.

"No, it's too crowded, too modern, all skyscrapers, similar to our Jiachang City," I said.

"If big brother says it's no good, it must not be fun. How about we go to Ningxia and see the desert?" Yang Ling agreed with my opinion and then suggested.

Yang Jing shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, no, we're going to relax, to go somewhere leisurely. The desert is too hot; we don't want to tire ourselves out instead of relaxing." "Since you want to go somewhere leisurely, why not go to Chengdu? Sichuan is a major tourist province with many beautiful scenic spots, like Qingcheng Mountain, Emei Mountain, and Jiuzhaigou. Chengdu is also a very relaxing city; its covered-bowl tea and Sichuan opera face-changing performances are very famous." I had been to Chengdu with my classmates during my junior year summer vacation, so I knew a little about the place.

"Great! Great! Magical Jiuzhaigou, ah! Paradise on earth!" Yang Ling exclaimed loudly, even singing the once-popular song "Magical Jiuzhaigou."

Yang Ling always agreed with me without hesitation, even her mother, Yang Jing, didn't have that charm. So sometimes Yang Jing couldn't help but wonder if she was Yang Ling's mother or I was. At this moment, Yang Jing rolled her eyes at me again.

"Hmm! That's a good suggestion. Chengdu is indeed a relaxing city, I know that. Besides, there are many historical sites there, and many scenic spots nearby. Since everyone says so, let's go to Chengdu." "If you really love me, let me go..." The song "Little Snow" started playing at that moment. It was my phone ringtone. I took out my phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number, but I still answered it. "Are

you Huang Qiang? This is Luo Mei from the Chunxi Road Police Station. We've recovered your stolen purse. Come and pick it up!" Luo Mei's sweet and gentle voice came from the phone, very alluring, much more pleasant than her real voice.

"Okay, I'll be right there," I said gently, then hung up. It hadn't even been an hour since we got home; it seemed they were quite efficient. I told Yang Jing and Yang Ling that the purse had been found and I was going to claim it, then I went out.

I was surprised by the high efficiency of this police station. I remember during my sophomore year, a theft occurred in our dorm, and the police spent a whole month investigating without success. From then on, I knew I couldn't trust the police too much; many officers are simply incompetent. After all, it's just a small matter involving ordinary people, and no one will blame them for not solving it; the higher-ups won't even notice. (
Chapter 3, January 25th, The Female Police Officer's Challenge) When I arrived at the police station, the same male and female officers were waiting for me in the duty room. When they saw me come in, the male officer handed me a white handbag—it was indeed Yang Jing's.

I took the bag, opened it, and carefully checked it. Her phone, ID card, and makeup bag—everything was there. Even the hundred-odd yuan in change was still there. I had to admire the efficiency of this police station.

Seeing me carefully checking everything, the male officer said nonchalantly,

"No need to check, nothing's missing from the bag." Luo Mei glanced coldly at the officer and said, "It's better to check, just in case something's missing." I zipped up my bag and smiled at them, "Hehe! You guys are pretty efficient, getting it back so quickly, and nothing's missing. Thank you so much." "Of course, you know who we are. Let me tell you, this Sir Luo is a top fighter in our station. Which thug around here isn't afraid of us? Just mention..." the officer said proudly. "Wang Bing

, if you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!" Luo Mei suddenly glared at him fiercely. Her sharp killing intent made Wang Bing swallow back the words he was about to say, and he chuckled in fear, not daring to utter another sound.

I looked at the two of them strangely. They were colleagues, in the same position, but judging from their tone, the male police officer named Wang Bing was afraid of Luo Mei!

"Oh! So that's how it is! No wonder the police were so efficient this time, you're their nemesis! I admire you, I admire you." I chuckled, and couldn't help but take a closer look at the beautiful policewoman in front of me.

She was probably 1.7 meters tall, with a fit figure, a slender but not thin waist, and large breasts tightly wrapped in her light green police uniform, appearing full and taut, as if they were about to burst out of the clothes, but they didn't seem overly large, on the contrary, they were pleasing to the eye.

Her buttocks were firm and not sagging, round and full, and her legs were long and slender. The most prominent feature of her body was her two long legs, straight and powerful, flowing like clouds and water, making her look even more graceful.

This figure wasn't her most beautiful feature; it was her face that truly captivated everyone. She had short, ear-length hair, giving her a clean and neat appearance. Her face was free of makeup, yet it accentuated her natural beauty. Especially striking was the harmony of her features; each individual part might not be conventionally beautiful, but together they created a unique and exquisite effect on her pretty face—a perfectly coordinated and harmonious combination. Her aura was equally unique, a blend of femininity and masculinity, a cold and alluring presence, a striking and resolute beauty.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous!" I couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. At the same time, a lewd thought suddenly popped into my head: how wonderful it would be to have sex with her!

A lewd image immediately flashed through my mind: naked Luo Mei pinned down by me, each thrust bringing her unexpected pleasure, eliciting groans of pure, intoxicating pleasure. Luo Mei's full breasts swayed rapidly under my thrusts, like rattles, while her powerful legs tightly gripped my waist. I held her thighs, lifting her buttocks off the bed, and began to ravage her body in a "tree entwined with vine" position, wantonly conquering her. Under my massive erection, Luo Mei could no longer maintain her dominance, obediently submitting to my control, enjoying my bounty, and constantly letting out shrill moans... "Huang Qiang, I'd like to have a spar with you, how about it?" Luo Mei said softly.

Wang Bing thought to himself, "Strange, why is Luo Mei acting a little strange today? Oh! That's right, her temper isn't as fiery as usual today, and she speaks more gently. Has the sun risen in the west?"

"Wait, why is her gaze so tender now? Could she have fallen for this brat? He's quite handsome, broad-shouldered and strong, tall and muscular, with piercing eyes. He seems to have some skills; his two female apprentices beat two tall thugs to a pulp today, so he can't be too bad, right?" "Huang Qiang!" Luo Mei saw me staring at her lecherously, a lascivious grin on my face, my eyes unfocused, drool practically dripping from my mouth, and completely unresponsive to her words. She couldn't help but scream.

Luo Mei's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, her chest heaving rapidly, her large, full breasts swelling and bouncing beneath her pale green police uniform.

"Huh?" I suddenly felt a thunderclap explode in my ear, so loud and deafening that my body trembled and my mind snapped back to reality. I turned my head around, searching for the thunderclap, but found nothing. All I saw was Luo Mei's face, filled with rage, her eyes wide open as if fire were about to burst from them.

"What's wrong? Could that thunderclap have been hers? If so, this woman is terrifying! Huh? Why is she glaring at me like that?" I wondered.

Wang Bing was also startled by the sudden loud noise. Looking at the furious Luo Mei, he thought to himself, "Oh no, Luo Mei's gone berserk!" Wang Bing remembered how Luo Mei had broken a colleague's bone in a fit of rage, which was why she had been demoted and transferred to this position as a regular police officer. He felt a surge of tension, fearing she might do something terrible again.

"Huang Qiang, are you even listening to me?" Luo Mei was furious, her face turning ashen, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Hmph! I thought he was a decent guy, but it turns out he's just another lecherous scoundrel beneath his handsome exterior. I thought he had something special about him, but he's just a lecherous old man. If he agrees to a duel with me, I'll see how I deal with him later," Luo Mei thought to herself. "

Hehe! Sorry, I was distracted just now," I said awkwardly, thinking that I was embarrassed again. Being caught with my lecherous gaze was like being caught in bed with someone else. Although the degree varied, the nature was the same. I looked at Luo Mei's thorny eyes, which were piercing me, and I couldn't help but feel a chill. This woman was really fierce. If looks could kill, I would probably be covered in wounds by now.

I felt a little apologetic at first, but when I saw Luo Mei's eyes, I couldn't help but feel angry and thought to myself, "I just glanced at you a few times, why are you being so fierce to me? Besides, isn't a woman's beauty meant to be seen by men? What's the use of a woman being beautiful if no men are looking at her!" "Huang Qiang, since you're a Taekwondo master, and your female student can make those thugs on the street helpless, I think we should have a match, how about it?" Luo Mei said angrily.

"That's not a good idea! How can my mediocre skills compare to Luo Sir's? Let's not!" I thought, just letting her piss me off and annoy her. Sure enough, my refusal deeply stung her.

"It's just a match, no one's going to die, what are you afraid of?" Luo Mei's voice rose even higher.

"Who knows if anyone will die? No, I have to go back. We'll have another match another time!" Having finally achieved my goal, seeing how furious she was, I let her off the hook, picked up Yang Jing's bag, and turned to go home.

"Don't go! You have to match today whether you like it or not!" With a roar, Luo Mei's hand swiftly reached for my left shoulder, her claws moving silently and overlapping.

A slight breeze stirred behind me, and my body reacted instinctively. I smiled inwardly, thinking, "You think you can keep me here?" My left shoulder sank, and I bent my elbow, slamming it backward. This not only escaped Luo Mei's claw attack but also stopped her further movements. With a quick step, I dashed out of the police station. I turned to the stunned Luo Mei, grinning wickedly, and said, "I'll play with you again sometime. You have my number." Luo Mei was surprised that her claw attack, which she had concentrated eighty percent of her power on, had allowed her opponent to escape so easily. She began to doubt her own skills and reassess Huang Qiang's abilities. Countless thugs and martial arts experts would have struggled to escape her claw attack. Seeing Huang Qiang's wicked mockery, she grew increasingly angry and prepared to pounce again.

Just as Luo Mei was about to rush out the door, Wang Bing, quick-witted and agile, blocked her with both hands, advising, "Don't chase him, he's already gone, just let him go! Besides, his martial arts aren't weak!" "No, this kid is infuriating! I have to teach him a lesson! Get out of the way!" Luo Mei said sharply. Originally, she would have refrained from chasing, but upon hearing Wang Bing say that Huang Qiang's martial arts were not weak, implying a slight against her, her competitive spirit was rekindled.

"The police are going to hit someone! The police are going to hit someone!" I jumped up and down, shouting loudly, attracting the attention of passersby. Then I gave Luo Mei a mischievous smile, put my right hand to my mouth, gave her a loud kiss, waved, and ran across the street.

"Didn't he tell you to call him? Maybe he really has something to do today! It's not too late to teach him a lesson next time!" Wang Bing didn't move aside and continued to persuade her.

"Let go of my hand!" Luo Mei yelled at Wang Bing, then gritted her teeth and glared at my retreating back, saying hatefully, "Next time I'll make you regret what you did today!" Sitting in the taxi, I couldn't help but laugh, recalling the angry look on the beautiful policewoman Luo Mei's face. To be honest, she was really pretty when she was angry—frowning her eyebrows, twisting her nose, pouting her lips, and scrunching her pink face—she was incredibly cute.

I figured she wouldn't need dinner tonight; she'd have enough to eat just from being angry. I never expected I could be so good at playing pranks, and quite skillfully at it. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel proud, like a smug little devil. The driver looked back at me several times, probably thinking I was crazy!

While I was laughing heartily in the taxi, a woman was lost in thought in the police station, preoccupied with her own worries and wild ideas.

Luo Mei thought to herself, "I don't know why, but that wicked smile he gave me when he left is deeply etched in my mind. What's wrong with me today? Why did I get so angry at a complete stranger? Damn it, I was so polite to him, and he's such a pervert! Huh? Why am I so hung up on him? Could it be...? No, absolutely not. He's handsome, but he's far from my standards, yet I can't forget that wicked smile..." Wang Bing watched the eerily quiet Luo Mei from afar. She was resting her chin on her left hand, her eyes vacant, staring blankly ahead, her face shifting between light and shadow.

Wang Bing thought to himself, "Could this little girl have fallen for him? Sigh! What a tragic fate!" When I returned home, only Yang Jing was lazily reclining on the sofa, watching a South Korean soap opera. When Yang Jing saw me come in carrying her handbag, she quickly jumped off the sofa, hugged me tightly, kissed me on the cheek, and exclaimed joyfully, "Honey, you're back!" She then showered me with kisses on the cheek and lips.

I asked, puzzled, "My darling wife, isn't Ling'er home?" "Don't worry, honey, Ling'er went to play at a classmate's house in the community," Yang Jing said, lifting her lips slightly from mine before continuing to kiss me.

I was overjoyed by Yang Jing's proactive and passionate nature. My hand loosened, and the handbag fell to the floor. I reached behind her and hugged her slender waist, gently stroking her full back. I moved my head, found her mouth, and kissed her passionately, my tongue darting into her mouth. Her tongue joined mine, chasing and playing, exchanging saliva.

We moved while passionately kissing, quickly moving from the doorway to the sofa. With a sudden movement, Yang Jing collapsed onto the sofa, and I took the opportunity to press myself against her.

My hands vigorously kneaded Yang Jing's large breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, I could still feel their fullness and elasticity. Soon, Yang Jing was overcome with passion, her breathing rapid and heavy, her face flushed like a sunset, as if she were drunk. Her eyes were languid , conveying her deepest desires.

Yang Jing's hands, of course, weren't idle either, responding passionately to my touch. She reached out and caressed my sensitive genitals. My previously limp penis quickly awakened under Yang Jing's skillful fingers, throbbing occasionally, as if unwilling to be restrained by clothes, wanting to slip off and find that wonderful paradise.

Yang Jing carefully unzipped my pants, slipped her small hand inside, and gently caressed my penis, soothing its restlessness. She lightly stroked and kneaded its body and head, occasionally reaching down to caress my testicles, carefully experiencing my size and savoring the exquisite pleasure of desire.

I stopped my assault on her breasts and reached to unbutton Yang Jing's clothes. Suddenly, Yang Jing grabbed my hand with her free one, moaning in refusal, "No, husband, it won't be good if Ling'er sees." "Wife, I've thought about it, I want you!" My tone was domineering, not allowing Yang Jing any refusal. I pushed her hands away with both of mine and continued my undressing plan.

Yang Jing's hands had no strength, and I quickly unbuttoned all her clothes, pushing her bra up from below, exposing her two sacred breasts to the air. Then I grabbed one breast in each hand and began to knead them forcefully.

"No! Husband… ah…" Yang Jing suddenly felt a cool sensation on her breasts, now completely exposed, and then being kneaded by my two devilish hands. She couldn't help but cry out. Then her right hand reached out from my crotch, pushing me away with both hands, repeatedly crying out, "Husband, no, no!" But her mouth kept emitting pleasurable moans and groans.

By this time, I was already consumed by lust, unwilling and unable to stop. The arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released.

I forcefully held Yang Jing's hands down, leaned forward, and gently kissed her lips to silence her. At the same time, I reached down, lifted her skirt, and slipped my hand inside, caressing her pink inner thighs. Through her thin panties, I rubbed her sensitive vulva and the clitoris above her vulva.

Soon, her vulva began to leak fluid, wetting her silk panties. Slowly, more and more fluid flowed through her panties onto my hand. I could feel that she had reached a point of uncontrollable ecstasy.

"Husband, um! No, no, oh! I want it, no…" Yang Jing no longer knew what to say, her words tumbling out incoherently. The last vestiges of her reason prevented her from being caught by Yang Ling, but primal desire kept her immersed in my teasing caresses, unwilling to leave my body.

"Wife, let's go into the room, it'll be over soon." I said, then kissed her again, stopping my assault on her body. I gently lifted her up, keeping her lips pressed together, our mouths still tightly sealed.

Yang Jing then slipped her hand inside my pants, caressing my erection with obvious affection. I walked up the stairs to my room and closed the door behind me.

"Husband, I...I'm scared, but...I want it so badly." Yang Jing stuck out my tongue, moaning conflictedly, but her hand still lingered on my erection inside my pants.

"Don't be afraid, Ling'er won't be back so soon." I comforted her, then pulled away from her lips, laid her on the ground, bent down, reached under her skirt, pulled down her pink panties, and said softly, "We'll do it like this, you don't need to take off your clothes, it'll be quick." "Okay!" Yang Jing nodded, finally agreeing to my request, no longer worried.

"Wife, look, your panties are all wet with your juices, and you still said no." I pointed to the wetness on my panties and laughed at Yang Jing.

"You bad boy, you bad husband, it's all your fault, and you're still laughing at me." Yang Jing saw the juices still dripping from her panties and suddenly said shyly.

"Mmm! Husband, hurry up, I, I want it now." Yang Jing said shyly. Although they had already done it once last night, she was still a little embarrassed to say it directly.

Yang Jing unbuckled my belt, pulled down my panties along with them, and then pushed me to sit on the short sofa. She turned around, lifted her skirt, and straddled my thighs with her back to me. She reached down with one hand to hold my penis and slowly squatted down towards her vulva.

"Oh!" Yang Jing couldn't help but moan as my massive penis entered her body. She felt a huge, hot rod being inserted into her flower path, which was previously empty and was now completely filled. A tingling, pleasurable sensation immediately spread throughout her body, causing her to tremble involuntarily. She braced herself on my thighs with both hands and began to thrust her large buttocks up and down.

When Yang Jing squatted down, her flower path quickly swallowed my penis, making a soft "plop" sound. Then, a stream of love fluid dripped from her flower path, landing on the base of my thighs. I felt the warm, wet flower path enveloping my penis, which was once again entering the deep water cave. I couldn't help but feel overjoyed, my head throbbing proudly, desperately trying to penetrate deeper.

A tingling sensation, like lightning, shot from my dragon body to my brain, then spread to every limb. I couldn't help but exhale deeply, suppressing the waves of stimulation in my brain. I cupped Yang Jing's round, plump buttocks with both hands, moving my hips in sync with hers.

At this moment, Yang Jing and I were completely lost, immersed in primal desire, recklessly galloping through the sea of lust.

Every time Yang Jing's buttocks lifted, I tried my best to contract them, letting my dragon completely leave her opening. When her buttocks lowered, I thrust my hips upwards forcefully, causing her opening and my dragon to collide and rub violently. Each time, my dragon penetrated deep into her flower path, its head pressing tightly against her clitoris.

At this moment, Yang Jing would moan ecstatically, tossing her hair, her buttocks firmly on my thighs, swaying left and right or rotating, letting my dragon rub deep inside her flower.

"Husband, I feel so good, ah... so good, it feels so good, ah!" Yang Jing screamed loudly.

"Do you like being fucked by me, wife?" I heard Yang Jing's incredibly seductive moans, and I became extremely excited. What man doesn't want the woman beneath him to be ecstatic? What man doesn't like the woman beneath him moaning? I suddenly thrust upwards with force, my thick, long penis plunging deep into her core.

"Ah! I love it, I love being fucked by my little husband, I want you to fuck me every day, mmm! So beautiful, so good!" Yang Jing swayed her body, her head bobbing wildly, her hair flying, in a frenzied state.

After doing this for about half an hour, I had Yang Jing change her position, from facing away from me to facing me as she sat on my lap. This way, I could kiss Yang Jing's mouth while making love, see her comfortable expression, and caress her full breasts with both hands, making it even more stimulating than the previous position.

Yang Jing reached over and placed her hands on my shoulders, her hips thrusting back and forth, rubbing against my thighs. I reached over and hugged her plump buttocks from behind, helping her rock back and forth, making her movements more intense, so that each collision produced a loud sound, and each collision ignited our passion.

"Wife, I feel so good, this feeling is so beautiful, so great!" I said joyfully.

"Mmm! I feel so good too, husband's dragon is so powerful, it feels so good! Ah!" Yang Jing said passionately.

We communicated as we made love, sharing our feelings and experiencing the complete fusion of our bodies and souls. Most of the time, however, it was Yang Jing who was moaning and murmuring, "My dear husband, I love you so much! You're making me feel so good! Ah! Husband, I'm going to fly, I'm going to fly!" I pulled my hands back and climbed onto Yang Jing's two firm breasts, kneading, rubbing, pinching, and rubbing them relentlessly, making her firm breasts display various irregular shapes under my hands. Sometimes I pressed down hard, flattening her breasts, sometimes I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together, making her cleavage deeper and narrower.

Looking at Yang Jing's wanton appearance on my lap, I felt incredibly proud. Nothing is more gratifying than making your woman feel like she's in heaven.

I lowered my head and took her left nipple into my mouth, gently licking it with my tongue and circling around her areola. Her nipple looked incredibly cute, providing me with a great visual stimulation.

The stimulation of my nipples by my tongue brought Yang Jing even greater pleasure. She knew very well that her nipples were the most sensitive part of her body besides her genitals. Normally, any stimulation of her nipples would immediately trigger the urge to have sex, let alone at this most stimulating and pleasurable moment. So Yang Jing pressed herself forward forcefully, pressing her breasts tightly against my lips, her full, rounded peaks pressed against my face.

I took Yang Jing's nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, like when I was an infant, occasionally moving my mouth and rubbing my lips against her areola.

My right hand was stimulating her other nipple at the same time. I pressed her breast with my palm, rotating it, and then pinched her lovely nipple with two fingers, squeezing, pinching, pressing, twisting, and touching it, unleashing all my teasing skills.

Under my double assault, Yang Jing experienced an unprecedented sensation. A tingling, numb, pleasurable, and itchy feeling washed over her, causing her to thrust her hips even more violently. Her body swayed wildly like a willow branch in the wind, her black hair flying wildly like a night sprite. She let out a series of "howls," a sign of extreme excitement.

"Husband, I...I'm going to die, die, oh...husband, I can't take it anymore, ah! It's so beautiful, husband...ah! I'm flying, husband, I'm flying..." Yang Jing cried out in ecstasy, the loud noise echoing throughout the room, fully expressing the wanton lust of this woman who hadn't had sex in ten years. Fortunately, the walls were soundproof; otherwise, the entire neighborhood would have heard Yang Jing's earth-shattering screams!

"Mommy, I'm back! Is big brother back?" Yang Ling's delicate voice suddenly came from downstairs.

"Oh no, Ling'er's back! Ah... Oh... Ugh..." Upon hearing that Yang Ling had returned, Yang Jing felt a surge of tension, along with an unprecedented thrill. A strange sensation coursed through her body, and she wanted to scream, but fearing Yang Ling would hear, she forced herself to hold back.

Her initial screams of "Ah ah" instantly turned into moans of "Ugh," her body stiffening and trembling violently. After a spasm, an orgasm erupted instantly, wave after wave of pleasure assaulting her senses, pushing her to the peak of excitement.

Yang Jing felt a sudden gush of love fluid within her, an unprecedented suction force erupting from the depths of her flower, tightly gripping the dragon. In an instant, her body felt as if all her strength had been drained away, the power flowing away with the copious amount of love fluid within her. Her body went limp and she collapsed into my arms.

At the same time, I felt an unprecedented thrill, a sense of illicit affair, and a feeling of being spied on. I couldn't help but want to perform well. That wonderful feeling excited me to the extreme. Just then, I felt a large amount of love fluid suddenly gush out from the depths of Yang Jing's flower core, surging out like a flood. The enormous force impacted my penis, and then flowed out from the tight junction of my penis and the vaginal walls, running down my legs.

As Yang Jing gushed out a large amount of love fluid, that special suction from the depths of her flower core returned, even more fiercely than the previous two times, tightly gripping my penis like a black hole. Each time I pulled out, it took a lot of effort.

Under the attack of the suction force within Yang Jing's body, my heart trembled, my whole body convulsed, and my penis suddenly leaped, instantly spraying out a huge amount of energy from its mouth. Hot and powerful semen shot into the depths of her flower core. Yang Jing couldn't help but convulse again, letting out a satisfied "mmm." Finally, Yang Jing and I reached our climax simultaneously, climbing to the peak of passion.

Yang Jing hurriedly responded from inside the house, "Ling'er, Mom's upstairs! I'll be right down." However, her voice was weak and feeble.

Yang Jing immediately got off my lap, and with a "plop," a large pool of slippery love fluid flowed from her flower path as it left the dragon. She couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm," and quickly took out tissues to wipe her private area, using one after another until it was relatively clean. But by then, the floor was covered with crumpled tissues, enough to fill a trash can.

"You bad boy, you'll have to clean up the mess later!" Yang Jing glanced at me sideways, her eyebrows and eyes full of spring.

"Hehe! Wife, do you like me being bad?" I looked at Yang Jing's flustered appearance, so different from her usual capable demeanor, with a unique charm, so I smiled wickedly.

"Yes! I like you being bad to me." Yang Jing replied shyly.

"Haha!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud at Yang Jing's shy appearance.

"You rascal, I'm going downstairs." Ignoring her exhaustion, Yang Jing quickly buttoned her clothes, straightened her skirt, and without even putting on her underwear, she quickly ran her fingers through her hair, then kissed me before leaving my room and slamming the door shut. From outside, Yang Jing called out loudly, "Ling'er, you're back! Big brother just got back too." "Huh? Mom, why is your face so flushed? Are you alright?" Yang Ling asked in surprise, seeing Yang Jing's rosy and radiant face after the passion, while looking her up and down. Her eyes were misty and teary, her hair a little messy, as if she had just gotten out of bed.

"Oh! Is that so?" Yang Jing touched her cheek and said, "Nothing, I just drank a little wine and felt a little unwell, so I slept on your bed for a while." Experience is indeed valuable; Yang Jing quickly came up with such a clever excuse, truly befitting someone in the news industry.

"Are you feeling better now? Should you see a doctor?" Yang Ling asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just didn't sleep well last night." Yang Jing breathed a sigh of relief and answered easily.

"Oh! Is that so! I also woke up in the middle of the night last night, and I thought I heard a very strange sound, very noisy. I don't know what it was, but I fell asleep again quickly. Were you woken up too?" Yang Ling couldn't help but think of the strange noise last night.

"Yes! It's hard to fall back asleep after being woken up, but I'm much better after resting for a while." When Yang Jing heard the first part of her sentence, she was startled, thinking that Yang Ling knew about her and Huang Qiang. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, and a huge weight was lifted from her heart. "Then Mom, you should rest more and take care of yourself! We're going on a trip tomorrow! Where's your big brother?" Seeing that Yang Jing was alright, Yang Ling comforted her for a few moments, and then her thoughts immediately turned to Huang Qiang.

"Oh! He went back to his room." Yang Jing said.

"Then I'll go find him." Yang Ling said and ran upstairs.

"Ling'er, maybe your older brother is tired and resting! Don't disturb him. Besides, it's getting late, it's time to make dinner. Shall we go and make it together? We can call him to eat after we've finished!" Yang Jing watched Yang Ling run up the stairs, her heart pounding again as she landed, afraid that Yang Ling would enter Huang Qiang's room and see something she shouldn't. She quickly changed the subject and stopped Yang Ling from going up.

"Okay! I won't disturb him then, I'll make dinner for you!" Yang Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment, her eyes flashing a few times, but she didn't go upstairs. She happily listened to Yang Jing and went to make dinner.

Chapter Four: Midnight Passion The night sky outside the window was dotted with stars, the moon obscured by clouds, unable to illuminate the earth. The trees seemed shrouded in a thin veil, and summer insects chirped their unknown songs. The entire community was quiet and peaceful; most people were sound asleep, enjoying the beautiful surroundings.

I lay in bed, took out my phone, and called Liu Qiong to tell her I would be home for lunch tomorrow and asked her to prepare a good meal for me.

Earlier at dinner, Yang Jing had mentioned that they had booked a flight to Chengdu for 10 AM the next morning, planning to spend a few days there.

I would be staying in Jiacheng City for work from now on, and since Yang Jing and her friends were going on a trip, I thought I'd take this opportunity to go home and see my parents. After hanging up, I lay in bed thinking this when my phone suddenly rang. I knew from the sound that it was a text message. Who would text me so late?

I picked up my phone and saw it was from Yang Jing. Why would she text me? I quickly opened my text message, and a suggestive message immediately appeared before my eyes: "A lonely person in the quiet night, a lonely me on a lonely bed, husband, I miss you... Will you come?" I couldn't help but smile. It seemed Yang Jing had truly been awakened by me, becoming insatiably demanding. We had made love this afternoon, only five or six hours apart, and now she wanted to have sex again.

There's a saying: "Women are like wolves at thirty, like tigers at forty." Thirty to forty years old is when a woman's libido is at its peak, just like men are between twenty and thirty, only women experience it a little later.

It's strange, really. In childhood, girls generally develop and mature earlier than boys, but in terms of libido, they seem to develop it later. It's truly unfathomable what the Creator's arrangement is.

Yang Jing is thirty-seven years old this year, in the prime of her life, when her libido should be at its peak. However, she has lived alone for so many years, and I don't know how she's managed these past ten years. Perhaps it's because she's been closed off for so long that now, once I've opened the door to her sexuality, it's like a flood , unstoppable.

A wicked idea suddenly popped into my head. I quickly typed a text message back to her, then quietly opened the door and went out, wearing only shorts, and quietly walked down the stairs.

"Ring!" The phone rang. Yang Jing excitedly picked it up and opened the text message:

"I'm not going. I'm tired from working this afternoon. I'm going to sleep." Yang Jing suddenly felt a pang of disappointment, her mood darkening, but the longing within her was too intense. She missed the feeling of Huang Qiang's massive member entering her body, and she missed his strong and valiant appearance. So she couldn't help but type another text message: "Husband, I miss you, I want you! Come quickly!" Then she held the phone tightly, waiting anxiously.

My phone kept vibrating in my hand; another text message had arrived. Seeing its contents, I chuckled to myself, thinking, "What a hungry ghost!" I quickly typed "Open the door" and sent it, then stood quietly outside her door waiting for her to open it.

"Ring!" The short ringtone was unusually loud in the quiet night. Yang Jing was startled and instinctively picked up her phone. Her previously disappointed expression instantly brightened; her eyes sparkled, and even the darkness couldn't hide her excitement. She threw off the covers, leaped off the bed, and ran towards the door with the agility of a leopard, completely naked.

Yang Jing flung open the door, saw me standing there grinning, pulled me inside, and closed the door behind her. Then, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her small mouth pressing against mine, finding my large mouth and launching a tongue attack, plunging into my fortress and swirling it around, sucking my saliva, their tongues intertwining. Her hands roamed over my body, then she pulled off my shorts.

The dragon leaped out, no longer any clothing could hold it back. It strutted forward, its body rapidly transforming, lengthening and swelling, quickly evolving from a short, lazy dragon into a colossal creature, its head held high, looking around, searching.

Suddenly, the dragon saw a gigantic hand rushing towards it. Before it could react, the giant hand gripped its body tightly, quickly manipulating and caressing it. At first, the dragon was frightened, but gradually, waves of pleasure washed over it, and it peacefully enjoyed the giant hand's caresses.

As a man, I naturally responded passionately at this moment. My hands caressed Yang Jing's body. Although Yang Jing was thirty-seven years old, she took great care of herself, and her skin was as smooth as cream. While not flawless, it was exceptionally tender and smooth, like touching jade, giving an indescribable feeling of comfort.

Yang Jing was already very sensitive at this time, perhaps because she had been aroused first! Her desire had accumulated a lot, just waiting for a trigger. Every time I touched her sensitive spots, she would stick out my tongue, open her mouth wide, and moan and gasp ecstatically. In just a short while, Yang Jing was overwhelmed with passion, her body overflowing with desire.

After I had ravaged Yang Jing's sacred and firm breasts, my right hand moved down, traversing her flat abdomen, and suddenly pressed against Yang Jing's most secret and hidden valley. I felt that the grass I touched was slippery and sticky, full of her passionate love juice.

"Wife, look, you're so horny!" I held out my hand for Yang Jing to see, teasing her as I did so.

"Mmm! It's all because of you, you bad boy, teaching me to be so horny," Yang Jing said shyly, looking at the love fluid on my hand.

I then placed my hand on Yang Jing's private area, ravaging and caressing it to my heart's content. Then I ran my middle finger along her vulva, and soon the little walnut above the entrance peeked out, peeking out quietly. I immediately pinched it gently with two fingers and kneaded it.

"Ah!" Yang Jing cried out, her voice filled with supreme enjoyment and unparalleled comfort. Her body trembled and convulsed uncontrollably, her body going limp against me. A surge of hot love fluid flowed from her flower path.

"You little rascal, you naughty husband! You dared to tease me just now, I'll make you regret it!" Yang Jing finally got her fill, and said coquettishly, pounding my chest with both hands. Then she pushed me down onto the bed and pressed herself against me, her full, high breasts pressing tightly against my chest, giving me an indescribable softness.

"Hehe! Let's see who's messing with whom, you little slut." I said, and with a movement, I forcefully flipped Yang Jing over, and then I pressed myself against her.

"I am slutty, I am slutty, but I'm only slutty with my little husband." Yang Jing lay beneath me, gazing at me affectionately, and cried out passionately, reaching up to wrap her arms around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly into her embrace, responding passionately.

"Then I'll see just how slutty you really are, hehe!" I said with a wicked smile.

"Hurry up and see!" Yang Jing felt the constant writhing inside her flower path, a tingling and numb sensation spreading throughout her body. Suddenly, she felt incredibly empty and uncomfortable, desperately wanting something to fill her emptiness and relieve her itch. So, she couldn't help but beg, anticipating the arrival of the dragon.

Seeing Yang Jing's longing eyes, I was greatly excited. I raised myself up, holding the thick dragon against the entrance of her valley, rubbing it incessantly, occasionally letting the head touch her sensitive little walnut, but without inserting it.

"Mmm! Husband, it itches inside, I want it, hurry!" The strange stimulation made Yang Jing's flower path itch even more, and her desire for the dragon grew stronger, involuntarily urging me to hurry up.

A lot of love fluid slowly flowed from Yang Jing's secluded cave entrance. I held the dragon and let the head of the dragon get a little love fluid on the entrance of her cave. I first let the head of the dragon moisten and moisten it, then I moved my hands away, moved my waist, and thrust my buttocks. With a "plop", the dragon entered the secluded cave entrance accurately and reached the depths of the flower heart along the flower path.

"Oh!" Yang Jing let out a satisfied groan, finally no longer feeling empty. She felt completely filled inside, and the itching in her flower path was gone, replaced by a tingling and pleasurable sensation. Her whole body felt like it was electrified, tingling and numb.

Yang Jing's flower path was already in battle mode, so I didn't need to slow down to let her adjust. From the beginning, I commanded my dragon to thrust and pump wildly, plunging and pounding relentlessly, each thrust going all the way in, each one a fatal blow.

Yang Jing bent her legs, tightly clamping them around my waist, her feet hooking around my waist, desperately thrusting her plump buttocks to match my thrusts and pounding. Her whole body writhed like a shrimp, undulating like waves, especially her two large, full breasts, which surged like turbulent waves.

A captivating murmur filled the silent night, a vibrant and sensual erotic spectacle unfolding against the dark backdrop, adding boundless allure to the stillness. For a moment, spring's beauty was boundless and its colors endless… Over an hour later, the insatiable Yang Jing finally found satisfaction. With the suction emanating from the depths of her flower, I knew she was about to climax, so I increased my thrusts. I could only see the shadow of my massive member at the entrance of her valley, its body obscured. After nearly a thousand frenzied thrusts, a gush of vaginal fluid erupted from the depths of Yang Jing's flower, her soft body instantly collapsing beneath me.

Perhaps because I was already familiar with Yang Jing's body and had developed resistance to the suction from her depths, this time I didn't reach climax at the same time as her. Even as she climaxed, my member remained erect and vigorous, continuing its relentless thrusting in and out of her flower path, continuing its battle.

Yang Jing's body felt as if her bones had been removed; her limbs stretched out limply, lying softly on the bed, panting heavily, as I thrust into her.

Her breasts heaved rapidly, the two rosy nipples now a purplish-red from the excessive stimulation, and her snow-white skin glowed a captivating pink from the pervasive passion and surging desire, making her exceptionally lovely and alluring.

I slowed my movements, thrusting in and out of her secret valley with a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, each movement as gentle as possible, allowing Yang Jing to fully enjoy the afterglow of passion.

Ten minutes later, Yang Jing finally recovered from her climax, her body slowly regaining strength, and her vagina gradually tightening. I could feel the flesh on both sides of her vagina gently writhing, slowly contracting, beginning to attack my dragon.

My dragon grows stronger with strength, resisting wherever there is oppression. Sensing the threat, my dragon shuddered, instantly becoming impervious to blades and incredibly thick.

I sensed Yang Jing had recovered, and overjoyed, I resumed commanding my dragon to rampage through her body, wreaking havoc. The battle raged once more, the war continuing, the dragon traversing the flower path, proudly alone.

After the first baptism of fire, Yang Jing's energy was clearly waning; she quickly succumbed, reaching her peak, and once again released copious amounts of love fluid. I, however, grew ever more vigorous, relentlessly conquering and plundering, freely roaming the flower path's territory.

More than an hour later, after Yang Jing had climaxed five times, I finally shuddered, clenching my buttocks tightly, my dragon trembling wildly. An overwhelming stimulation surged through my brain, a surge of life essence erupting forth, spraying from my dragon's mouth, scattering in large swaths deep within Yang Jing's flower core, nourishing her blossoms.

I ejaculated my life essence, and after nearly three hours of solitary struggle, my body went limp, unable to support me any longer, collapsing softly onto Yang Jing.

We embraced silently, quietly savoring the peak of our lives, relishing the lingering afterglow of passion.

After a long while, Yang Jing gently kissed my cheek and softly said, "Husband, thank you. You've let me experience the passion of life, you've made me so happy and so fulfilled." I rolled off Yang Jing and lay on my side beside her, lovingly stroking her sweat-drenched hair, and softly said, "Silly girl, why are you saying such silly things? You're my wife, of course I want to make you happy and fulfilled, it's my duty as a husband!" "Mmm! Husband, you're so good, I love you." Yang Jing gazed at me affectionately and said softly.

"Wife, I love you too." I gazed into Yang Jing's deep eyes and said affectionately as well.

"Husband, you're so amazing! This was the most comfortable one I've ever had, I had five orgasms in total, my whole body felt like it was going to dissipate, like I was about to fly." Yang Jing happily recounted.

"You're not bad either! Every time I climax, there's a special suction inside, and I really enjoy making love with you." Thinking about that strange suction deep inside Yang Jing's flower core, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"Hmm! I don't know what's going on, maybe it's because my internal structure is a bit special!" Yang Jing smiled, she wasn't entirely clear about that suction deep inside her flower core either.

"Should we do it again, honey?" I said with a grin, teasing her.

"Ah! You can still do it? No, no, I can't take it!" Yang Jing's face changed when she heard I wanted to do it again, and she quickly shook her head in refusal.

"Hehe! Just kidding!" Seeing Yang Jing's current expression, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It's alright, I was really afraid you'd do it again, honey, then you might have to find a few more women to handle you!" Yang Jing said, gently patting her chest.

"Maybe! I feel like my sex skills are getting better and better. I've never been this good before." I chuckled softly. I don't even know why my sex skills have improved so much. Before, when I made love with Feifei, I would usually get tired after two hours, but now it usually lasts for more than two hours. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Okay, honey, let's go to sleep! It's getting late." Yang Jing said.

"Okay! I'll sleep here tonight, okay?" I said coquettishly.

"You naughty boy, aren't you afraid of Ling'er finding out? I'm really scared of you. You sleep here tonight! You have to go out tomorrow morning when Ling'er isn't around!" Yang Jing gently tapped my head and said.

"Yeah! My wife is the best. She's so considerate. Give me a kiss." I was so happy. I could finally hold Yang Jing and sleep. So I happily hugged her and gave her a loud and clear kiss.

"Okay, you naughty boy, go lock the door so that Ling'er doesn't come into my room tomorrow morning." Yang Jing said as she lay down.

"Yes, sir!" I raised my hand and gave Yang Jing a crisp military salute, then skipped off to lock the door.

The next morning, Yang Jing got up very early to catch her 10:00 AM flight. While Yang Ling was brushing her teeth, I quickly ran upstairs from Yang Jing's room, got dressed, and then came down to brush my teeth and wash my face.

By 8:00 AM, Yang Jing had already cooked porridge. After we ate breakfast, we headed to the airport. I saw them off, watched them go through security, and then turned and left the departure hall, taking the airport bus back to the city, and then another bus home.

I gently turned the lock and pushed the door open, wanting to surprise Liu Qiong, but to my disappointment, she wasn't up, still fast asleep like a cute little pig, completely unaware that I had entered.

"Hmph! How can someone who's practiced Taekwondo sleep so soundly? If a womanizer had entered at this hour, she would surely have met a terrible end," I thought to myself.

I quietly approached the bedside and gazed at Liu Qiong's slumbering beauty. Her long, flowing hair was loosely spread across the pillow, her lips were tightly pursed, revealing a sweet smile, and her nostrils flared slightly as she breathed evenly. Her body was exaggeratedly twisted into an S-shape as she lay on the bed, the thin sheet barely covering her lower abdomen, while her chest was fully exposed. Her ample breasts, despite lying flat, remained proudly erect, and her two snow-white thighs were completely exposed to the air, crossed together, vaguely revealing her alluring valley.

Liu Qiong, this little girl, has been living with me ever since I started exploring her. She always likes to sleep naked, wearing nothing at all, and every night she drives me crazy, leaving me breathless and aroused. Seduced by her, I have no choice but to work hard on her, vigorously exploring that newly discovered paradise.

She has a rather robust figure, tall and full-figured. Because of her Taekwondo training, every inch of her skin and muscles is incredibly firm and elastic, not at all inferior to Fei Fei.

Although Liu Qiong is still learning about sex and many techniques aren't very refined, her stamina is a huge advantage. With her, I can perform many difficult moves, and she can take the initiative, quietly enjoying the pleasure she brings me.

Another major advantage is her endurance. I can make love with her for three hours, rest for a few minutes, and then continue the battle. In this respect, she's truly my close ally.

Looking at this woman who resembled Sleeping Beauty, a sense of pride welled up within me. My large hand gently caressed her soft skin, slowly climbing up her high, firm breasts to pluck those tempting little red nipples.

"Oh!" Liu Qiong let out a soft moan, her reaction incredibly sensitive. She was very familiar with my fingers; even the slightest stimulation could elicit a moan.

"Who?" Liu Qiong suddenly sat up, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. When she saw it was the person she had been longing for, she immediately opened her arms and hugged me tightly, exclaiming joyfully, "Brother Qiang, you're back! I've missed you so much these past few days!" She then buried her head in my chest, wriggling against me.

A sweet feeling welled up inside me, a sense of happiness rising within me. I thought to myself, a man with a woman is truly blessed—outside, a woman thinks of him; at home, a woman serves him.

I gently patted Liu Qiong's smooth back and laughed, "I missed you too! Now I'm back, aren't I?" I gently stroked her breasts and chuckled, "Little Qiong, your breasts seem to have gotten quite a bit bigger in just a few days!" "You're so mean! It's all your fault! You're making fun of me! I'm not coming back!" Liu Qiong said shyly, snuggling into my arms. A feeling of happiness emanated from her face, her cheeks flushed with a charming smile.

Does this little girl know she's playing with fire? Her soft, boneless body rubbed against mine, especially her two enormous breasts, which were directly against my groin. The breasts trembled and swayed against my erection, the unusual stimulation quickly waking it up, causing it to swell and change rapidly, not only lengthening but also becoming thicker.

Chapter Five: Training My Girlfriend "You bad boy, missing me? Let me see how my little brother is growing?" Liu Qiong felt the change in my groin and looked at me with a mischievous grin.

Suddenly, Liu Qiong reached out and grabbed my erect penis through my pants, stroking it lightly for a while. Perhaps feeling that this wasn't enough, she quickly unbuckled my belt, yanked my pants down as if to rape me, roughly pulling them down along with my underwear. Then she grabbed my swollen, thick penis, caressing its enormous head. A

dazed look appeared on Liu Qiong's face, her eyes misty and dreamy. She murmured, "Brother Qiang, I miss it so much! You know? These past few days I've thought about it constantly. I want it to fill my emptiness, I want it to fill me completely." Her dreamy expression and seductive words made my blood rush, my veins throb. I pushed her down onto the bed, one hand caressing her playful pink nipples, kissing her smooth, creamy skin, the other stroking her groin, occasionally pulling at her bushy black pubic hair, and using my middle finger to pull back and forth at the cleft.

Her expression was one of ecstasy, her breathing rapid and heavy. She arched her body, pressing tightly against mine. Under the magic of my middle finger, a torrent of love juice flowed from the depths of her flower path, dripping onto my palm, incredibly sticky.

"Oh!" Liu Qiong stretched her neck and groaned, her body twisting and trembling. Her small hand, caressing the dragon, involuntarily increased its force and speed, rapidly stroking the massive body.

Soon, Liu Qiong was impatient, her face flushed, her body turning pink from the torment of desire. Her body temperature rose rapidly, the heat making her writhe wildly, letting out pleasurable moans and gasps. Her hands groped everywhere, moaning, "Brother Qiang, I want it, faster, I want it..." "Xiao Qiong, what do you want?" I teased her intentionally, asking this question.

"Hmm! I want... I want you." Liu Qiong hadn't expected me to tease her like this, and after a moment's hesitation, she finally said it shyly.

"What do you want from me? Aren't I right here?" Seeing Liu Qiong's anxious and hesitant expression, I felt a strange sense of pleasure.

"Oh... Brother Qiang, you're so naughty, are you forcing me to tell you? Ah..." Liu Qiong realized I was teasing her, and she suppressed the tingling sensation in her lower body, moaning as she asked.

"I'm not forcing you! How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me? What do you want from me?" I asked with a smile.

"Ugh! My lower body is so itchy, I want... I... I want you to put it in." Liu Qiong finally couldn't resist the desire in her lower body and boldly said it.

"Put it in where?" Seeing Liu Qiong's expression, I continued to pretend to be confused.

"Ah... I want it, I don't care anymore, I want Brother Qiang to put it in me, I want you to put it in my horny hole, ah..." Liu Qiong shouted loudly.

I smiled mischievously, and silently inserted my middle finger, which had been rubbing between her labia, into her wet hole. I said gently, "Xiao Qiong, is this how you insert it? I'm already inside your wet hole." "Ah! You bad boy, Qiang-ge, stop teasing me! My pussy is so itchy! I want your…your big thing inside my wet hole! I want your big thing to fuck my wet hole hard!" Liu Qiong finally said it all out this time, her face flushed, her expression incredibly shy and adorable.

"Haha! That's right! From now on, you need to be more specific when you ask me to do something, understand?" I said happily. I thought that under my tutelage, Liu Qiong would soon become wanton and slutty, saying all sorts of lewd things.

Perhaps all men have this kind of mentality! They hope the women they meet are presentable and elegant in public, but also hope that they become wanton and slutty in bed.

That was exactly my thought at that moment. I had been teasing Liu Qiong so that she could be completely unrestrained in bed, saying and doing whatever she wanted, so that our lovemaking would be unimpeded, reaching a state of perfect union of body and soul.

Seeing that Liu Qiong had finally taken this important step, I naturally had to reward her properly, letting her taste the sweetness of my life essence. Without hesitation, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and thrust my spear straight into her. The dragon entered her body without hindrance. After many trials, the dragon and her flower finally met successfully, and I became one with her. A warm, moist realm was ruthlessly occupied by me, like an infinitely expanding space, giving endless pleasure.

Because Liu Qiong's flower path was already filled with a large amount of love fluid, and a large pool of love fluid had accumulated at the entrance, when the dragon thrust in at lightning speed, the head of the dragon stirred up huge waves at the entrance, instantly splashing love fluid everywhere with an incredibly loud "splash," utterly lewd.

Liu Qiong's lower body was finally no longer empty; it was filled, incredibly full, leaving no gaps. She moaned blissfully, enjoying the immense impact of my dragon.

Liu Qiong's hair swayed rhythmically, her hands tightly gripping my legs, her delicate body trembling, her breasts heaving like waves, fully enjoying my powerful thrusts.

Don't let Liu Qiong's voluptuous figure fool you; her vaginal opening was remarkably narrow, the tightest among all my women, perhaps because she had only recently lost her virginity! In short, my dragon felt the tightest pressure inside her, the friction between the vaginal walls and my shaft was the most intense, and the most pleasurable for me.

That's why I placed Liu Qiong's jade-like legs on my shoulders; this position kept her vaginal opening at the same angle as my dragon, making her already tight vaginal opening even narrower, further stimulating me.

Facing this newly cultivated wasteland, I knew I had to work even harder to fully develop it. So I launched a relentless, aggressive assault on Liu Qiong, my rock-hard member relentlessly exploring her flower path, stretching her cunt wider and wider. Each time, I plunged in to the very root, pressing myself tightly against her body. After reaching the very end, I rotated the head of my penis, twisting my hips like a drill, rubbing and rotating deep within her flower path.

Each hard thrust made Liu Qiong cry out "Ah!"—a moan of extreme pleasure. And each time I withdrew completely, she would let out an "Oh!"—a yearning moan of desire from the slight emptiness that followed fullness. The only

sounds in the room, besides the creaking of the bed frame under immense pressure and the soft squelching, were these monotonous yet captivating cries of "Ah!" and "Oh!"

Liu Qiong tightly hugged her legs, pressing them against me so I could thrust in and out more freely. With my efforts, she gasped and moaned repeatedly, emitting astonishingly lewd cries, but dared not utter a word.

I knew that although Liu Qiong had been forced to say lewd things before my penetration, getting her to say them now would be an even greater challenge. I felt I should guide her, get her to express her thoughts aloud, to exchange our views. So, while thrusting hard, I guided her, asking, "Xiao Qiong, is it good? How am I doing to you?" "Mmm! Good... Ah... Brother Qiang is so amazing." Liu Qiong hesitated slightly upon hearing my question, but still answered.

"Then say it out loud, don't keep it bottled up." I further tempted her.

"But... ah... it's so... oh... embarrassing..." Liu Qiong said haltingly.

"What's so embarrassing? It's just the two of us here. I want to hear how you feel right now." It seems I really have the makings of a teacher! I was patient and persuasive.

"Mmm! Brother Qiang, no, husband, I really like you doing it to me... ah... oh..." Liu Qiong finally uttered her first words.

"Mmm! Little Qiong, I like doing it to you too, I really like inserting my penis into your cunt." I personally demonstrated, letting Liu Qiong know how to express her inner thoughts, letting her know that communication during sex is very important.

"Ah! Husband, my cunt feels so good... insert it harder, ah... so good... I like it so much." Liu Qiong finally got the hang of it, saying intermittently.

"Squeeze tighter, Little Qiong, squeeze harder, so good..." I said excitedly.

"Ah... I'm going to fly to heaven... so good..." Liu Qiong screamed.

Under the guidance of me, her future teacher, Liu Qiong finally realized how wonderful it was to express her inner feelings during sex, and she could now say it consciously and naturally.

Amidst Liu Qiong's lewd words, my virility soared, commanding my dragon to rampage and slash wildly in the dark passage inside her body, constantly advancing and retreating.

"Ah! Husband, I...I'm going to come." Liu Qiong's body suddenly stiffened, and she cried out loudly. I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, each time penetrating deep into her core.

Liu Qiong continued to cry out, "Ah...so good, so beautiful...I'm going to die...Darling husband, just kill me." "Ah...I'm going to die..." Liu Qiong let out a long cry, her whole body convulsing and trembling, her limbs shaking wildly, the flesh walls on both sides of her vaginal canal writhing rapidly, even tighter than before.

I felt a soft sensation at the tip of my penis, an exquisite tingling sensation like an electric current flowing through it, reaching the depths of my brain. A surge of excitement rose in my lower abdomen, and a torrent of fluid gushed out, pouring onto Liu Qiong's core. We reached the peak of passion at the same time, enjoying this wonderful feeling together, as if sweet rain had fallen, nourishing all things.

After nearly two hours of battle, Liu Qiong and I finally stopped and peacefully reconciled. Liu Qiong, drenched in sweat and limp and weak, leaned against my arm, her body glistening with tiny beads of perspiration, presenting a stunning beauty. Her eyes were hazy and dreamy, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, her whole being like a ripe peach, full of charm, intoxicating even before tasting it.

"Making love is truly a pleasure!" After a long while, Liu Qiong finally uttered this sentence with boundless emotion.

"Little girl, you've tasted the sweetness now? Hehe..." I chuckled.

"Yes! I want to make love with you every day..." Liu Qiong said softly.

I thought to myself, my God! After the transformation from girl to woman, a woman's personality changes so much! As a girl, she was shy about everything, but as a woman, she dares to say and do anything. Women are truly strange creatures.

"Hehe! You're so lewd, daring to say even this out loud, aren't you ashamed?" I suddenly reached out and tickled Liu Qiong's armpit.

"Hehe! Haha! Mmm! No, it tickles." Liu Qiong's silvery laughter echoed in the room. She quickly became breathless, her face flushed, and even her laughter changed, sounding like she was pleading.

Liu Qiong hugged me tightly, nestled against my chest, and said, "Brother Qiang, I want more!" Her tone was resolute.

Without giving me a chance to answer, she flipped over and climbed on top of me, straddling me, and said in a condescending manner, "Do you know what it means to be condescending? This is what it means to be condescending. Since I'm high above, you have to listen to me, otherwise it's insubordination!" 01-25
Chapter Six: Hero Saves the Beauty Night fell quickly, and many small lights lit up outside the window. Further away, the dim yellow streetlights on the road outside could be seen, adding immeasurable charm to the endless night.

Liu Qiong stirred, finally waking up. Only then did I have a chance to pull my arm out from under her head. After being pinned down for several hours, my arm was almost numb and without feeling.

Liu Qiong rolled over and nestled against my chest, gently tracing my firm muscles with her fingers, and said tenderly, "Husband." I responded softly, "Hmm! Awake? Did you sleep well? Still tired?" Liu Qiong said with hazy eyes, "I don't feel tired anymore after sleeping for a while. Making love is such a comfortable yet tiring thing. Husband, you're so strong, I'm afraid I can't handle it all by myself, what should I do?" "Then just find a few more wives." I teased her with a frivolous look. "

You bad boy, you big pervert! But that's the only way, you're too strong, it's really hard for me to handle it all by myself. Every time we make love, I'm exhausted. In the future, as long as you have the ability, you can find as many as you want, as long as you love me." Liu Qiong said coquettishly, but she didn't object at all.

"Silly girl, of course I love you, I will always love you. No matter how many women I have in the future, I will always love you." I kissed Liu Qiong's pink face and said affectionately.

"Hmph! You men are all like this, all wanting three palaces and six courtyards, wanting to have women on both sides, you're all big perverts!" Liu Qiong unexpectedly started cursing again.

"Do you know what a man's true nature is? This is a man's true nature! Haha!" I said smugly.

"You bad guy..." Liu Qiong said, pretending to pinch me.

"Don't pinch me in such a hurry, what about dinner?" I asked quickly.

"It's so late, let's go out to eat!" Liu Qiong thought for a moment and replied.

"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about what about your little brother's dinner?" I said with a wicked smile.

"You bad guy, you dare to play me! What does it matter to me if your little brother is hungry? Let it go hungry for a meal!" Liu Qiong said coquettishly.

"How can it not be your business? What if it gets too hungry?" I asked with a pout.

"So easily hungry, then it deserves to get hungry!" Liu Qiong said equally wickedly.

"Then your lower mouth won't be able to eat sausages when it wants to!" I threatened.

"Aren't there still two testicles?" Liu Qiong said nonchalantly.

"I don't care, the little guy can't go hungry." I said domineeringly.

I had my reasons for saying that. I'd always wanted Liu Qiong to use her mouth to serve me, but she always refused, so I hadn't enjoyed it yet, which was a real regret for me. So today I wanted to force her to say it herself.

"But husband, I really can't do it down there anymore. I feel a dull ache down there." Liu Qiong said pitifully. Thinking about my fierce and rough sex, about my huge, hard penis, and how it lasted for more than two hours, she couldn't help but feel scared.

"Let me see." I said, getting up and spreading Liu Qiong's legs, carefully looking at her beautiful valley. Sure enough, the two thin labia hidden under the lush grass were red and swollen, obviously unable to continue. "

Husband, how is it? Is it swollen?" Liu Qiong asked in a low voice.

"Hmm! It's a little swollen, we can't do it anymore." My voice was a little deep.

"Honey, what should we do? Will you feel uncomfortable if you don't do it? Do you really want to do it again?" Liu Qiong couldn't help but worry about me when she saw me like this.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can bear it." I forced a smile.

"I'm so useless, I can't even satisfy you sexually, honey, am I really useless?" Liu Qiong said with heartache when she saw me looking a little uncomfortable, her face showing a tearful expression.

"But if you can't do it, of course I have to bear it." I gently stroked Liu Qiong's hair and said softly.

"If my lower mouth can't do it, I still have my upper mouth!" Liu Qiong had been with me for a long time and knew how to tell jokes like this.

"Really? Will you give me oral sex?" I felt very hopeful and couldn't help but ask a little smugly.

Liu Qiong tapped my head hard with her finger, coquettishly saying, "You're such a lecher! I'm scared of you! I'll give you oral sex tonight! Do you think I don't know what you're up to?" "Hehe..." I scratched my head sheepishly, embarrassed that my scheme had been exposed.

"Honey, I'll serve you with my mouth tonight! Happy, aren't you! Who told you to be my husband?" Liu Qiong snuggled closer, speaking gently.

"Mmm! Long live my wife! I love you!" I hugged Liu Qiong tightly, kissing her cherry-like lips passionately to express my joy and excitement.

That night, I finally got what I wanted. Liu Qiong's full lips, her inexperienced oral skills, and her clumsy techniques made me feel like I was flying. I'll never forget that feeling.

"Ring ring!" The train bell rang one last urgent note, signaling the train's departure. The conductor stood at the door, shouting loudly, urging passengers who hadn't yet boarded to hurry. I slowly released Liu Qiong, kissed her alluring lips one last time, and then resolutely boarded the train.

Last night, I told Liu Qiong I was going home today to see my parents and would return in a week. I asked if she wanted to come home with me, but she said she had things to do at school and had already agreed to her advisor's recommendation to intern at a large state-owned enterprise. Since she had only been there for less than a week, it wasn't convenient for her to ask for leave, so I had to go back alone.

The whistle blew long, and the train rumbled loudly, slowly leaving Jiacheng City and heading towards Guangzhou.

Through the glass, I saw Liu Qiong waving at me, and a clear tear was clearly streaming down her face. I thought to myself, "It's only been a few days since I left, and she's already crying like a baby."

Although I was reluctant to leave, I had to go home to see my parents. In ten days, the senior students at Jiacheng Experimental Middle School would begin their make-up classes. When the school recruited me, they said they would nurture me and, to help me grow quickly, they wanted me to work as a teaching intern during the senior students' make-up classes.

Only after Liu Qiong disappeared from my sight did I turn around and sit down. I tilted my head slightly, squinting my eyes; to outsiders, it would look like I was dozing off, but actually, I was secretly admiring a beautiful woman across from me.

The girl was very beautiful, around twenty years old, about 1.7 meters tall, with a slender figure, long flowing hair, an oval face, fair skin, and large, watery eyes.

She wore a short t-shirt, revealing her ample breasts, and a short skirt, exposing her long, white legs. At first glance, she evoked a strange impulse, making one want to reach out and touch her. She was truly a beautiful girl. With such a beautiful woman accompanying me on this journey, I figured it wouldn't be boring at all.

As soon as I boarded the train, I saw this girl. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my mouth water. However, I didn't approach her. I'm the kind of person who gets very shy around strangers and rarely initiates conversations. Even in matters of love, I don't take the initiative easily. Luckily, I'm good-looking, and women sometimes approach me; otherwise, I might be a bachelor for life.

The beautiful girl was sitting alone opposite me, flipping through a magazine. Her large eyes, beneath her long eyelashes, shone like black gemstones.

When the train arrived at Jieyang Station, it was already dark. Many people boarded at this station. Two young men, tall and strong, one with long hair and the other with dyed red hair, came on board. They looked arrogant. Although they weren't exactly burly, they had a thuggish air about them and looked like petty thugs.

The two men walked towards us from the train door, their four eyes constantly scanning the women sitting in the seats. Because there were few people, many seats were occupied by only one or two people, including the one for the pretty girl and mine.

They quickly reached the girl opposite me, and their four eyes lit up simultaneously, lewd looks spreading across their faces. They leaned their heads together and whispered, seemingly discussing something, occasionally glancing at the pretty girl out of the corner of their eyes.

They quickly reached a consensus, and one of them lewdly said to the pretty girl, "Hey!

Beautiful lady, all alone? You don't mind if we sit next to you, do you?" After he finished speaking, regardless of whether the pretty girl minded or not, the two of them sat down, squeezing the pretty girl into the window seat.

The beautiful girl blushed and shrank desperately towards the window, neither saying she minded nor didn't. Seeing her fear, the two men became even more brazen. The long-haired man next to her reached out and grabbed her shoulder, groping her and lewdly saying, "Beautiful lady, we want to be friends with you, how about it?" The girl tried desperately to push the lewd hand away, but she was too small and weak to move it even an inch. She could only look at the two thugs in terror and pitifully plead, "No, no!" The girl's pleas only fueled the thugs' lust. The red-haired man sitting outside reached out and groped the girl's slender waist through her clothes, eventually reaching inside and ravaging her smooth skin.

The beautiful girl was even more terrified, tears welling in her eyes. She looked helplessly at me, hoping I would wake up, but I remained with my eyes closed, showing no sign of waking. In the dim light of the night lamp, it was difficult for outsiders to see clearly what was happening. Finally, two tears streamed down the girl's face as she gazed at me with mournful eyes.

"Ah!" I suddenly yelled, stretching my arms upwards as if I had just woken up, then stared in surprise at the two thugs' lewd actions. "Ah!" I screamed again.

Seeing that I was awake, a hint of joy appeared on the girl's terrified face. The two thugs, seeing that I was not only awake but also looking at their hands rudely, the long-haired man raised his empty left hand, made a fist, and raised it at me, glaring at me.

The red-haired man threatened me in a low voice, "What are you looking at! This is none of your business, behave yourself!" "I won't interfere, you guys continue! Just pretend I'm invisible," I said, feigning fear. I planned to lower their guard first, then strike decisively.

"Damn it! Don't look, close your eyes, hurry up!" the long-haired man threatened loudly, clearly a bully who preyed on the weak.

I cursed inwardly, "Damn it! They're too arrogant!" I had originally planned to wait until the beautiful girl begged me for help before making my move, but these two thugs were too despicable, and I didn't want to tolerate them any longer.

I stretched out my right foot and kicked silently and swiftly from under the table, striking the long-haired man's knee. "Ouch!" the long-haired man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, his body naturally bending down, his hands quickly withdrawing from the beautiful girl's body, instinctively reaching for his knee.

I seized the opportunity to deliver a powerful punch, striking the long-haired man squarely in the nose where he had bent over. He let out another scream, his head snapping back to its normal position, a trickle of blood swishing through the air before dripping onto his body. Two streams of bright red blood flowed from his unsightly nostrils. The force of the impact left him dazed and disoriented, unaware of what had happened.

All of this occurred within thirty seconds. Before the red-haired man could even react, his companion was already wounded. By the time he realized what was happening, the long-haired man was slumped unconscious in his seat, his face covered in blood, two streams of blood still slowly flowing from his nostrils.

The red-haired man roared, then with a swift "whoosh," pulled a dagger from his pocket and lunged at me. His movements were lightning fast, his technique practiced; it seemed he had used this knife more than once.

I shifted my body to the side, then shrank back, instantly dodging the red-haired man's dagger. I reached out my left hand, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed hard. He screamed, feeling as if his wrist was being clamped by an iron vise, the pain excruciating. His fingers loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Then, I swung my elbow back, delivering a straight blow to the red-haired man's head with a loud "bang." His forward-leaning body immediately tilted backward, and he slumped back into his seat.

The red-haired man felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and before he could react, he only saw a dark shadow before his head was struck by the other man's elbow. His head immediately began to ring, as if someone was banging a drum inside, the pain excruciating.

"Ah!" the red-haired man screamed in agony, a "boom" echoing in his head, his eyes rolled back, and he immediately lost consciousness.

The beautiful girl stared at me wide-eyed and mouth agape in astonishment when I took down the long-haired man with a single punch. The fear on her face had vanished, and now, seeing me so swiftly and powerfully defeat a knife-wielding thug, she couldn't help but feel admiration. Her previously tearful eyes immediately stopped, replaced by an expression of adoration.

Just as the red-haired man fell, a commotion erupted in the carriage ahead. Two police officers quickly pushed through the crowd and arrived. I think the long-haired man's screams had woken up the nearby passengers, prompting someone to call the police.

After clarifying the situation, the officers learned that I had acted in self-defense, trying to save someone, and that the red-haired man's knife was evidence. So, they asked the beautiful girl and me a few questions and then stopped.

Then the police officer poured two glasses of tap water and splashed them on the faces of the long-haired and red-haired men to wake them up. At first, the two thugs shouted that they were innocent, saying that I had bullied them, but faced with strong evidence, they finally lowered their heads and stopped talking. One officer took out handcuffs and cuffed their hands, then took them away, leaving another officer to take our statements.

The officer took the statement from the pretty girl first, then questioned me. Ten minutes later, the officer closed his notebook and said to us, "Thank you for your cooperation." Then the officer left.

After the officer left, the pretty girl leaned over and whispered, "Brother, thank you for saving me just now." Her face showed admiration and respect, as well as heartfelt gratitude.

I was secretly delighted, thinking, "The beautiful girl finally spoke to me! Hehe! As long as she talks to me, things will be much easier. It's almost like I'm halfway there. I'm not far from winning her over, and soon I should be able to win over another beauty." I smiled and said, "Oh, it's nothing! I can't stand those thugs. They're incompetent but cause trouble everywhere, and they even harass pretty girls like you. They deserve to die!" As I spoke, I gave the beautiful girl a deep look, as if I had only just noticed her beauty, and I couldn't help but stare at her intently.

"Yeah! They're the worst. They're all social scum and trash. Luckily, you stepped in just now, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do. Thank you so much." The beautiful girl, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head and said gratefully to me.

The beautiful girl noticed my deep gaze and couldn't help but feel shy, her face flushing red. She thought to herself, "How can I stare at someone like that?" The girl couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. Although the man opposite her looked young, he exuded the charm of a mature man. She was quite confident in her own appearance, and seeing that he was already attracted by her beauty, she couldn't help but feel proud.

The pretty girl, who had just raised her head, lowered it shyly again and said softly, "Thank you, big brother. My name is Qiu Xinjie. You can just call me Xinjie." I chuckled to myself, thinking, "Xinjie? Xinjie? Hehe! That's a strange name. Could it be that her parents had some kind of unresolved issue that led to her being born?" I smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. It was just a small favor. Don't worry about it. My name is Huang Qiang. You can call me by my name, or you can call me Xiaoqiang." "Calling me Huang Qiang is too formal, and calling me Xiaoqiang doesn't sound very nice. It's better to call me Brother Qiang. So I'll call you Brother Qiang then. Brother Qiang, you're really amazing! You took care of those two hooligans in just a few moves. You're truly my savior! Did you learn some kind of superior martial arts?" Qiu Xinjie tilted her head, her big eyes sparkling, and muttered a lot to herself before asking me happily.

Qiu Xinjie has always been fascinated by the world of martial arts, making her quite unique among girls. While other girls were reading romance novels by Qiong Yao, she was engrossed in the martial arts novels of Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng, and Gu Long. While other girls were shedding tears for love, she was immersed in the swordplay and intrigue of the martial arts world.

Because of her deep passion for martial arts, Qiu Xinjie greatly admired the characters, such as Li Xunhuan's unpredictable flying knife skills and Guo Jing's patriotic spirit. She always hoped to find a chivalrous hero in the real world to be her husband. Therefore, although many people pursued her from high school to university, she rejected them all, even remaining single during her four years of university, often considered the golden age for romance, all for this childhood dream.

Today, Qiu Xinjie finally discovered a martial arts master who could defeat a thug with a weapon in a single round—wasn't that the amazing skill of "disarming a sword barehanded"? Moreover, he was a chivalrous hero who would help those in need, and also the benefactor who saved her from humiliation. Don't beauties in novels always repay their saviors with their bodies? Don't beauties always marry heroes?

Qiu Xinjie realized her dream was almost a reality, and she couldn't help but get excited, a bright, happy smile spreading across her face.

"I'm not that great! I've only practiced Taekwondo for a few years, I don't have any superior martial arts skills," I said modestly.

"Brother Qiang, tell me your Taekwondo story! There must be many touching and dramatic tales in it, I really want to hear them, okay?" Qiu Xinjie suddenly moved from her seat to the seat next to me, a smile of excitement on her face.

I thought to myself, why is Qiu Xinjie so obsessed with martial arts? I don't have any stories to tell, just the old tale of being taken in as a disciple by an old man by chance, who taught me Taekwondo but wouldn't let me call him master.

But seeing the longing in Qiu Xinjie's eyes, I couldn't bear to disappoint her. So I embellished my story, recounting how I studied Taekwondo while in high school, how much hardship I endured to reach where I am today, omitting the part about the old man.

Because my fabricated tale was based on fact, and because I'm a good storyteller, I made the otherwise dry story incredibly vivid and engaging. Qiu Xinjie listened with rapt attention, her expression one of utter fascination. She rested her chin on her hands, gazing at me with adoration, momentarily mesmerized.

We talked about everything under the sun, from international affairs to everyday life, nothing was off-limits. Our relationship quickly grew closer. Judging from the way Qiu Xinjie looked at me, she had fallen for me. Of course, much of it stemmed from her admiration for my martial arts skills. Regardless, she was now holding my arm, leaning against me, asleep, completely trusting and dependent on me.

Qiu Xinjie is from Guangzhou and a graduate of the Department of International Finance at Sun Yat-sen University. She has already been admitted to the university's graduate program this year. During her vacation, she spent more than ten days visiting a classmate in Jiaxing City

and is returning to Guangzhou today. I turned my head to look at this innocent and beautiful girl. I saw her high nose gently twitching, her breathing even. Her high, firm breasts were pressed tightly against my arm, and I could clearly feel their fullness. She was indeed a beauty. The faint fragrance of her virginity wafted towards my nose, making me feel aroused. I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her and kiss her.

A surge of pride welled up inside me. I hadn't expected to develop such a close relationship with this beautiful woman so quickly. I was certain that she would soon lose her virginity to me again. At the same time, I couldn't help but think to myself, "How could you believe me so quickly? Do you know you've just escaped one danger only to fall into another?" Chapter Seven: Train Encounter "Hmm! Brother Qiang, what time is it?" Qiu Xinjie suddenly lifted her head from my arm, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her fingers, and asked lazily.

"It's still early, only a little past 11 o'clock. Why aren't you sleeping?" I turned my head, looked at her tenderly, and asked with concern.

"Hehe! I'm so sorry, I actually fell asleep leaning against you. It's all my classmate's fault. He stayed up very late last night. But your shoulders are really broad and strong. It feels very reassuring and comfortable to lean against them while sleeping." Qiu Xinjie saw me shake off the arm she had been leaning on and couldn't help but smile shyly. However, she immediately started praising my shoulders again, a dreamy look flashing across her face, as if she were lost in longing.

"Hehe! Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you while you're asleep? Let me tell you! I'm a wolf, a perverted wolf from the North!" I teased Qiu Xinjie with a slightly probing tone. My home is in a county above Shaoguan, in the northernmost part of Guangdong, so I said I was a wolf from the North.

"Hehe! Don't be silly, how could Brother Qiang be a pervert? He doesn't seem like one at all!" Qiu Xinjie didn't buy it at all, pointing at me and laughing loudly. She paused for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "Besides, even if you are a pervert, I'm not afraid. I'm willing to let you take advantage of me." After she finished speaking, her face turned red, and she buried her head deeply in my chest.

I thought to myself, "No way? Such a big gift fell from the sky? This beauty is clearly tempting me and encouraging me! I'm having a lucky day with the ladies!" I was both surprised and delighted. I didn't expect that this little girl, Qiu Xinjie, would confess her love to me first, saving me a lot of steps.

"Then I'll start taking advantage of you now," I said happily, my hand reaching for Qiu Xinjie's full, high breasts.

Qiu Xinjie gently closed her eyes, quietly waiting for my move. Her chest heaved violently, and I could clearly hear the loud "thump-thump" sounds coming from her chest cavity. She was clearly both expectant and nervous.

I wanted to tease Qiu Xinjie, to whet her appetite, not to let her have her way too quickly, so I left my hand hovering above her chest for a long time.

Qiu Xinjie kept her eyes closed, feeling both expectant and nervous. Her breasts, which she had preserved for twenty-two years, were finally going to be plucked. In these twenty-two years, only her own hands had touched them. She was very satisfied with her proud breasts, and she had always been looking forward to the appearance of her ideal hero, to let him touch them. Now she had finally found him, but the first time was inevitably nerve-wracking, so she simply closed her eyes.

Qiu Xinjie had been expecting to be groped and touched by the man she liked, but to her dismay, even after her eyes had been closed for a long time, her breasts remained empty; no one had come to touch them.

A sense of disappointment crept into her heart. She thought to herself, "Am I not pretty enough? Doesn't he like me? Or is he just saying it and too shy to actually touch my breasts? But the way he looks at me clearly shows he likes me, he's interested in me! And there's no one else here, it's dark, no one can see!" Lost in her wild speculations, Qiu Xinjie opened her eyes.

This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for, the effect I wanted. Seeing her open her eyes, my hand swiftly moved, tickling her slender waist as I whispered, "Hehe! You want me to touch your breasts that badly? You're so horny!" "No! Hehe! It tickles..." Qiu Xinjie cried out, laughing desperately, twisting and turning in my arms, trying to escape.

"You bad boy...you...hehe! You dare...daring to tease me, I...I'm not playing anymore." Qiu Xinjie laughed until she was breathless, then said coquettishly.

I stopped and looked at Qiu Xinjie mischievously. Her body was twisting wildly, her full, high breasts rubbing against my chest from time to time. Her pretty face was contorted from laughing, like a flower trembling. After a long time, she stopped laughing and was panting heavily. At this moment, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed her small mouth, blocking her panting mouth. At

the same time, my devilish hand covered her large breasts and kneaded them hard. Qiu Xinjie was caught off guard by the sudden invasion and made a "woo-woo" sound from her throat because her mouth was blocked. A surge of excitement quickly spread throughout her body.

Qiu Xinjie froze for a moment before slowly reacting. Her small mouth clumsily responded to my kiss, licking and sucking my lips. Her delicate tongue had nowhere to hide under my invasion and was quickly stuck to mine. Then, she clumsily stirred, exchanging our saliva.

"So Qiu Xinjie doesn't know how to kiss yet. Such a beautiful girl doesn't know how to kiss. I'm really surprised. Heaven is truly kind to me!" I was overjoyed and kissed Qiu Xinjie even more passionately, entwining my tongue with hers, stirring and rolling it in her mouth. My hands naturally increased their pressure, kneading her full, large breasts forcefully.

"Mmm!" Because Qiu Xinjie's mouth was covered by mine, she let out a muffled moan. Otherwise, in this carriage where many people were already asleep, it would have definitely made a startling sound.

Qiu Xinjie felt a strange excitement. She never imagined her first kiss would happen on a dark train. She had fantasized about all sorts of scenarios before, but never about this, especially with so many people around. The feeling of being spied on was a unique thrill that excited her. Her whole body trembled slightly, as if electrified, a tingling, numb sensation washing over her.

Qiu Xinjie's desire was strong; she was quickly aroused, trembling and moaning softly. After a long while, I withdrew her tongue, softening my touch as I gently caressed her, watching her with a grin.

Qiu Xinjie breathed heavily, her chest heaving even more, each rise and fall seeming to push my hand away—her chest was incredibly elastic. Her face was flushed, her heart pounding, her heart fluttering, her expression dreamlike, as if she were still savoring the excitement and pleasure of the moment.

"How was it? Did it feel good to be groped by me? Do you like it when I grope you?" I asked Qiu Xinjie with a grin.

"Mmm! It's tingly and numb, so exciting, like an electric shock. But then it gets itchy, like a cat's claws are scratching inside me. I just want you to kiss me hard, to touch my breasts hard, and... and I feel like I'm getting wet down there." Qiu Xinjie said dreamily, describing it vividly. By the end, her face was flushed, and she lowered her head shyly, her voice barely audible.

"Do you like this feeling? Do you want me to continue?" I teased gently.

"Mmm! I want to, but I'm a little scared..." Qiu Xinjie glanced at me weakly, her eyes full of temptation, but she didn't finish her sentence.

"Scared of what? Scared of being seen by others?" I asked.

"I'm scared... I'm scared I won't be able to control myself and want you to take me right here." Qiu Xinjie's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Oh! So you're scared of losing your virginity here!" I was a little surprised by Qiu Xinjie's thoughts.

"I'm just a little scared. I don't want my first time here!" Qiu Xinjie said softly.

"So where do you want to lose your virginity?" I asked, leering at her.

"I want... I want to... never mind, it's so embarrassing," Qiu Xinjie said shyly, covering her face with her hands.

"Then I won't continue. How about I go to your school later?" I asked, gently stroking Qiu Xinjie's fair face.

"Okay! I'll give it to you when you come back from home and pass through Guangzhou, okay? Anyway, my body is only for you," Qiu Xinjie said softly, her voice filled with longing.

"Xinjie, why are you so good to me?" I asked, lowering my head to gently kiss Qiu Xinjie's fragrant lips.

"Because... because I've fallen for you, you silly goose!" She tapped my head lightly with her finger, pouting.

"Hehe! Hehe..." I could only chuckle foolishly.

Time passed quickly, and Qiu Xinjie went back to sleep. This time, however, she curled up, resting her head on my lap, and drifted off to sleep soundly. A sweet and happy smile naturally appeared on her lips, making her radiant and utterly alluring.

The train arrived at Guangzhou Station at four in the morning. I woke Qiu Xinjie up and saw her off. I had intended to take her straight home, but she said she had already notified her family to pick her up at the station before boarding, so I didn't need to see her off. However, I insisted on seeing her to the exit, wanting to see her off with her family so I could feel at ease.

Qiu Xinjie felt a sweet warmth in her heart, thinking to herself, "I knew I hadn't misjudged him. He really is a very considerate and reliable man, someone I can entrust my life to." At the exit, Qiu Xinjie said she saw her father, then suddenly kissed me on the cheek and ran to him.

I watched Qiu Xinjie being picked up by her father at the exit before turning back to the railway tracks to wait for the train passing through Shenzhen.

Transportation from Jiachang City to Shaoguan is not very convenient; there are no direct trains. So every time I go home, I have to take a train to Guangzhou first, and then take another train to Shaoguan. Fortunately, Shaoguan is a major transfer station; 90% of trains heading north from Guangdong pass through Shaoguan, so I don't have to wait long to get on the train, and the timing is also convenient. I arrive in Shaoguan around 7 PM, and I can go directly to the station to take a bus back to Nanxiong County.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, an express train from Shenzhen to Luoyang slowly pulled into the station. When I got on, there were no seats left. The train attendant said there were only a few soft sleeper seats available. I thought that after sitting on the train for twelve hours without rest, I might as well sleep for three hours, so I bought a soft sleeper ticket.

I went to carriage number 19. Under the dim light, the passengers were all fast asleep. I found my berth by the faint light, sat down, and used my small suitcase as a pillow. I immediately felt relaxed, stretching out my limbs; it felt so much better.

To be honest, the twelve-hour journey from Jiachang to Guangzhou was exhausting, especially since Qiu Xinjie had to sleep with her head on my pillow, which made my arm numb.

But I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about Qiu Xinjie, so innocent, shy, and infatuated with me. She was so charming and petite; if we weren't on the train, I definitely would have slept with her.

What a pity! Thinking this made it even harder to sleep, so I silently counted sheep in my mind, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

The night was very, very deep. The passengers on the train were already fast asleep. It was past four in the morning, a time when human willpower and vigilance are at their weakest. The police officers on the train had also gone back to their rest room to sleep.

Five men, ranging from their early twenties to their forties, sat in the sleeper compartment number twenty. Their attire clearly indicated they were involved in organized crime; they wore sleeveless vests or tight-fitting clothes, revealing their thick arms and well-developed muscles. Each wore a thick gold necklace, and their hair was not only different colors but also styled in various ways—one was even bald!

One of the men, in his thirties, had a three-inch-long scar on his face, running diagonally from his right ear to the corner of his mouth, appearing particularly menacing and terrifying under the dim nightlight.

The five men were whispering amongst themselves, their faces filled with barely suppressed excitement. After a long while, the scarred man looked up, took a cigarette from his jacket pocket, and immediately a shorter young man lit it for him with a fawning smile.

The scarred man remained silent, simply smoking, while the other four watched him with expectant eyes, seemingly awaiting his command.

The carriage was deathly silent, save for the flickering glow of cigarettes in the dim light.

The scarred man suddenly took a few deep drags, slowly exhaling smoke. He stood up slowly, glancing at the four men seated there, and whispered, "Listen up, you fucking guys. Don't be arrogant. The most important thing is to get the money. If you can get it peacefully, don't resort to violence. Remember, we want money, not lives!" "Understood, boss!" the four men replied in unison, lowering their voices.

"Good. Have you got all the gear? Check it." the scarred man ordered.

"Don't worry, boss. This isn't our first time doing this. We've got everything." A short, stout man patted his chest and said.

"Then be careful. I have a bad feeling about tonight. My eyelids keep twitching." the scarred man said worriedly.

"How could that be? It's not like we've never done this before. It's always gone so smoothly. I don't think there will be any problems this time either. Are you overthinking it, boss?" asked a man with hair cut into a broom shape.

"I hope it's as you say. But everyone, be careful. If things don't look good, retreat. Alright, let's move out!" the scarred man ordered.

"Don't worry, boss. We know what we're doing, and we know how to do it well." The four men said, their faces filled with eagerness and determination.

The scarred man took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw away the butt, and stomped it out. A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he said, "Alright, it's time. Second and Fifth Brothers, you go straight to carriage seventeen and head back from there. Third and Fourth Brothers, you head back from carriage twenty-three. I'll stay here and keep watch on both sides. Remember, be quick. Anyone who doesn't cooperate will be dealt with according to the old rules. Now it's time. Meet here in thirty minutes. Move out!" Except for the scarred man, the other four picked up their machetes, daggers, and other weapons and went to either side, leaving him alone in place, nervously smoking. For some reason, ever since he boarded the train in Shenzhen, his eyelids had been twitching, and he felt uneasy, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The scarred man was originally from a mountain village in Henan. Four years ago, he came to Shenzhen, a place known for its abundant gold mines, with dreams of striking it rich. He thought he could work hard, earn money, and support his family, but he was quickly and thoroughly disappointed.

The moment he stepped off the train onto foreign soil, his family stole the 1,000 yuan they had given him after selling their ox. He was then deceived by a fellow villager who embezzled his wages from six months of hard work on a construction site. Desperate, he turned to crime.

At first, he only stole or robbed small items, but gradually his audacity grew, and he began to rob. Two years ago, he met some brothers, and they swore brotherhood, forming the Five Dragons Gang. After discussion, they decided that robbing on trains was the easiest way to make money, so the scarred man and his men began specializing in this activity.

The scarred man had been operating on this path for two years. Thanks to his caution and the obedience and unity of his brothers, he had never failed in those two years. But today, the feeling was truly unsettling, a feeling he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but wonder if he should cancel the operation.

The second and fifth brothers quietly passed through carriages 19 and 18, then arrived at carriage 17. Each carrying a sharp machete, they woke the sleeping passengers one by one, threatening them to hand over their wallets, cell phones, jewelry, and other valuables. The passengers, sound asleep, had no idea of the impending doom. Before they were even fully awake, they obediently handed over their valuables under the threat of the knives.

The two men swept through carriages 17 and 18 with lightning speed, encountering no resistance before reaching carriage 19.

In carriage 19, the five people besides me were still immersed in their dreams, seemingly unaware that something called danger was approaching.

Actually, I wasn't asleep when the second and fifth brothers passed by. When they returned to carriage number nineteen, I immediately recognized their footsteps. I opened my eyes a crack and saw the gleaming knives in their hands. I knew I'd encountered robbers, but I pretended not to notice and mentally considered how to fight them off. The second brother

, the short, fat man, woke up the sleeping passengers one by one, brandished his machete, and grinned menacingly, saying, "Everyone, shh... don't shout. We don't want to hurt you; we just want some money. Please have some compassion!" His tone was fierce, devoid of any emotion.

"Ah!" A girl sleeping in the bunk above me couldn't help but scream, then immediately covered her mouth tightly with her small hands, her beautiful eyes staring in terror at the two gleaming knives.

The others, who were still half-asleep, were completely awakened by the girl's scream. They immediately realized what was happening and stared at the two people in front of them in terror. No one spoke, probably frozen in fear.

I also pretended to have just woken up and looked at them fearfully, but my eyes were fixed on the sharp knife in their hands, looking for an opening to strike.

Chapter Eight: The Short, Fat Second Brother was quite satisfied with everyone's performance and smugly laughed, "Don't be afraid, everyone. As long as you obediently hand over your cash and valuables, we won't hurt you." He then swept his fierce gaze across the group, suddenly saying in a menacing tone, "But I must warn you, don't move! Otherwise, my machete won't have eyes! Don't force me to do anything impolite. I don't want to hurt anyone, and I certainly don't want to see blood, so please cooperate. Can everyone be a little more civilized?" The Second Brother's sharp eyes and icy tone made several passengers tremble involuntarily, so they all obediently climbed off the beds, reluctantly and slowly rummaging through their bags.

I also obediently stood on the floor, my hands rummaging in my pockets for a long time without producing anything.

"Don't you dare try anything funny!" The Second Brother, seeing that I hadn't found anything after searching for so long, pointed his machete at me and cursed fiercely.

I knew my chance had come. Suddenly, like lightning, I reached out with my right hand, grabbed the second brother's right wrist

, and twisted it forcefully. The second brother screamed in agony, and with a clang, the machete fell to the ground. Before the fifth brother could react, my right foot lashed out with lightning speed, striking the fifth brother's right wrist, who had momentarily let his guard down. The fifth brother, like the second brother, let out a pig-like howl. The machete flew onto the roof

of the car before crashing to the ground with a clang. The instant the second brother's machete hit the ground, I spun around and crashed into his arms. I twisted my wrist, bent my right arm into an elbow, and slammed it into the second brother's temple with a loud bang. Before the second brother could react, he felt a heavy object strike his head. His head immediately started ringing, his head throbbed with pain, and stars flashed before his eyes. He instantly lost consciousness, his body collapsing limply to the ground.

It was only then that Lao Wu reacted. He raised his right foot and kicked me hard in the groin, simultaneously pursing his lips to signal his companions.

"Damn it, so ruthless! Does he want to make me childless?" I thought to myself, a wicked glint in my eyes, a cold smile playing on my lips. My mind moved, and my right foot, raised behind me, struck Lao Wu's shin with a sharp "crack!" Lao Wu let out another deafening scream, then collapsed to the ground clutching his leg. That leg was probably ruined! Even if it healed, it would leave lasting damage.

I will never show mercy to those who are ruthless to me. If you want me dead, I'll kill you first! Treating enemies is like sweeping away fallen leaves in autumn—ruthless and merciless. This is a principle I've always believed in. If someone treats me with respect, I'll treat them with even greater respect; if someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend them; if someone offends me, I'll retaliate first.

"Second Brother, Fifth Brother, what happened?" The scarred man rushed over, only to find one lying motionless on the ground, the other clutching his right leg and howling in agony. The

scarred man's heart skipped a beat. He had rushed over in less than a minute, and both men were quite skilled, with the second brother being the most powerful of the five besides the scarred man, and also wielding a weapon. Yet both had been defeated, demonstrating the formidable strength of their opponent. It seemed the scarred man's twitching eyelids had been a sign of his impending doom.

The scarred man began to regret his actions; his eyelids had been twitching more and more intensely, and his ominous feeling was growing stronger. Just as he was about to cancel the operation, he heard the screams of the second and fifth brothers and cried out in his mind, "Oh no, something's happened!" He then hurriedly ran over.

The scarred man stared directly at me, standing in the aisle. Seeing how young his opponent was, he was even more terrified; it seemed this battle was likely to end badly. He slowly raised his machete, struck a pose, and said, "What's your name, friend? How dare you ruin our Five Dragons Gang's plans?" I thought to myself, "So there are two more people. I must stall for time until the remaining two arrive, then we can deal with them all at once." I was absolutely confident I could handle all three of them alone. The scarred man in front of me looked like the leader; I was confident I could render him powerless within five moves.

"Listen, I'm not your friend, and you're not my friend. You're just a scumbag robber," I said contemptuously, curling my lip.

"Kid, you're asking for it!" A furious shout suddenly rang out from behind the scarred man, and two more men in their thirties rushed over; they must be the third and fourth brothers.

"Big Brother, what happened?" one of them, with a gold necklace as thick as a dog leash around its neck, asked.

"I'm not sure. When I arrived, the second and fifth brothers were already down," the scarred man said heavily.

"Damn it, I'll chop him up!" the man who had spoken earlier cursed, and immediately charged at me.

"Third brother, be careful, he's strong!" the scarred man could not stop him in time and could only shout a warning.

The third brother charged at me, machete raised high. Passengers in the same carriage cried out in alarm, "Watch out!" I smiled slightly, giving them an "OK" sign to let them know I could handle it and there was no need to worry.

"Ah!" the third brother yelled, his machete slashing fiercely at my right shoulder. I shifted my body to the left, pressing myself against the carriage wall, narrowly dodging his blow. My hands shot out with lightning speed, grabbing his right hand. I raised my right leg, bent my knee, and slammed it into his chest.

Seeing the situation was dire, the scarred man and the fourth brother rushed forward, but the aisle was narrow, only wide enough for one person at a time, so they couldn't rush forward side-by-side, which greatly helped me.

A wicked glint flashed in my eyes again, and my right knee slammed into the third brother's chest. He was now coughing up blood and completely paralyzed. I suddenly took a step back and kicked him hard with my right leg. The third brother's body flew like a kite with a broken string, heading straight for the scarred man running ahead.

Then I leaped forward, following closely behind the third brother towards the scarred man. Just as the scarred man reached out to catch the third brother, my right fist lashed out, delivering a powerful punch to the third brother's chest.

The scarred man, having caught the third brother, stumbled backward with a series of thuds, crashing into the oncoming fourth brother. Another loud bang echoed through the carriage as the scarred man, clutching the third brother, pressed down on top of the fourth brother and collapsed to the ground.

I lunged forward, placing my left foot on the scarred man's chest, staring intently at him. He struggled for a moment, but couldn't move an inch, so he gave up, his eyes dimming, his face turning ashen.

"What happened? What's going on? Where are the robbers?" Two police officers rushed out from carriage number 21, shouting loudly.

"These are the five men," I said, pointing to the scarred man and his group.

"Yes, that's them. Thanks to this young man, otherwise we would have suffered a huge loss!" "This young man subdued them; he's really brave!" The passengers in the carriage chimed in.

"You took down all five of them by yourself?" The police officer asked, looking at me with some surprise.

"Yeah! Since you're here, I'll leave it to you. I'm so tired!" I said, stretching.

"How did you break his leg? And his sternum... Good heavens! You went too far!" One of the police officers exclaimed in surprise after examining their injuries.

"You have to be ruthless with people like that. Besides, this was self-defense. If I hadn't gone all out, how could I have beaten them with those machetes? I probably would have been hacked to death by now," I said nonchalantly.

The surrounding passengers all spoke up for me, so the police didn't pursue the matter of me causing the injury. They took out handcuffs and cuffed the robbers' hands. Since they were caught red-handed, the police asked the passengers a few questions, let them identify their belongings, and then took the five men away.

The train quickly returned to quiet, but soon it became noisy. Everyone was talking about my heroic fight against five thugs, making me sound like a god. In the end, I had become a chivalrous, law-breaking martial arts master.

I finally understood what it meant to spread rumors, and I also understood why a small fish could become a whale after passing through the mouths of ten people.

After such a commotion, I believe no one was sleepy anymore. The people in carriage number 20 were looking at me with strange eyes, a little admiring, a little surprised, and a little worshipful. I could only smile wryly, turn my head to the side and lie on my bed, ignoring their stares.

The train continued its journey, arriving at Shaoguan Station at dawn.

I took a bus to Nanxiong County, then transferred to another bus to get home. I gently pushed open the iron gate to the yard and called out, "Dad, Mom!" "Who is it? Xiaoqiang, you're back!" My mother's voice came from the kitchen, filled with excitement and surprise.

Hearing my mother's voice, I felt a surge of excitement. It had been a year since I'd been home, and it felt so good to be back.

"Mom, of course it's me! Surprised?" I said with a grin.

"Xiaoqiang's back? Let me see." My grandmother's old but kind voice came from the living room.

"Grandma, it's me, Xiaoqiang's back!" I shouted happily.

"On vacation? Graduated? Hmm! You've lost weight." My mother stood outside the door, scrutinizing me carefully, and said with a grin.

"No way! Look how strong I am!" I flexed my arm muscles and struck a pose.

"Why didn't you bring Feifei back?" My mother asked the crucial question.

"Oh! Feifei isn't coming back. We broke up." I said calmly, but a dull ache still lingered in my heart. It seems that matters of the heart aren't so easily let go.

"Huh? Did you bully Feifei? She's such a good girl!" My mother asked fiercely.

Last summer, I brought Feifei back home. My parents and grandmother adored her, and even my brother and sister liked her very much. She was virtuous, kind, hardworking, sincere, and beautiful. Which relative or friend didn't praise my good fortune? Which friend didn't envy me?

"Does your son seem like a fierce person? Sigh! There are many reasons, and I can't explain them all at once." I said, looking aggrieved.

"Sigh! Feifei is such a good girl, how could we break up?" My mother muttered to herself.

"Hehe! Mom, with your son's looks, tall and strong, handsome, excellent in both character and academics, and skilled in both literature and martial arts, how could I possibly not find a good girl? Just you wait! I'll bring you back ten or eight in a year." I said with a grin, putting my arm around my mom's shoulder.

"Go away, who praises themselves like that? You're so glib, so shameless." My mom slapped my hand and scolded

me with a laugh. "Hmm! But you're right, my Xiaoqiang is so good-looking, how could he possibly not find a good girl? Well, if you don't bring her back in a year, how will you explain it to me?" My mom said, tapping my head with her finger.

"That's right! You have to trust your son!" I smiled, thinking that I already had two women in Jiacheng City, so my mission was accomplished, but I shouldn't tell my mom for now.

"Is the job there good? When do you start?" my mom asked with concern.

"I'm starting work at the end of the month. It's a great job; Jiacheng Experimental Middle School is one of the best schools in Jiacheng City, and the monthly salary is five thousand yuan. You guys can expect to enjoy life!" I said, patting my mom on the shoulder.

"Great! Hurry up and earn some money! Haha! I'm going to town now to buy some meat. I'll cook a big lunch. Your dad will be back from selling vegetables soon. You must be tired! You've been on the road for over ten hours. Go take a shower and rest for a while. I'll wake you up when it's time to eat," my mom said, looking at my slightly tired face.

After my mom left, I went back to my room. Everything was complete and very clean; it seemed my mom cleaned every day. I took a cold shower to wash away the sweat and went to bed. I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

My parents are honest farmers who have spent their entire lives working the land. They struggled to send me to university, and although they are only in their fifties, they look very old. I secretly resolved to work hard, earn money, and take good care of them, so they could live a stable and happy life, no longer suffering from the hardships of wind, sun, and rain.

When I got up for lunch, my father was already home. Our family had a lively and hearty lunch together. During the meal, my father asked about my work and reminded me to work hard, that teaching is a noble profession, and that I shouldn't mislead students, etc.

Afterwards, I briefly told them about my situation, mentioning that Feifei had gone abroad with a rich man, but I didn't tell them about Liu Qiong. They said that Feifei was short-sighted and would regret it later.

In short, I enjoyed the meal very much. It had been a long time since I had eaten and chatted with my family around the table like this, and it warmed my heart.

I stayed home all day, doing nothing but chatting with my family. The next morning, I went out for a walk by myself.

My hometown is a small mountain village in northern Guangdong. Although it's not very backward, it's arguably the poorest in Guangdong. But precisely because it's relatively underdeveloped, it hasn't been polluted, so the environment is beautiful. A large river flows around the village; it's the largest river in our Nanxiong County, and the banks are lined with willows and bamboo, all growing very lushly. It was my favorite place to visit as a child.

July is the hottest season here. As I walked, I naturally headed towards the river, and going to the river always meant passing by Lily's house.

"Is that Brother Qiang?" A voice that was both strange and familiar rang in my ears.

I looked up and around to see who was calling me.

"Brother Qiang, you're back? When did you get back?" A very excited voice rang in my ears.

I turned my head and saw a beautiful but slightly haggard young woman standing in the doorway, holding a baby of about six months old in her arms.

"Oh! It's Lily! You just got back yesterday. Is this your daughter?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes! Her name is Tingting, I named her." Lily deliberately emphasized the word "Tingting," glanced down at her daughter, and then looked at me affectionately.

When I heard the name Tingting, my heart skipped a beat, and my thoughts instantly drifted back to my childhood. Back then, I was closest to three friends in the village; we were known as the Gang of Four. Lily was half a year younger than me and always followed us around. The villagers often teased us, saying that Lily and I were a young couple.

Lily once said that she wanted to be my wife, to have children for me, a boy and a girl, and that I should name the children. I said the boy would be named Pingping, and the girl Tingting.

Later, as I grew up, I went to junior high, high school, and then university. Lily, however, because her family was poor, didn't finish junior high and had to go home to help with farm work. Later, she went to work in the Pearl River Delta region, and we could only see each other a few times during the Lunar New Year.

Lily got married early last year, to a man from the next village. Yesterday, when I was chatting with my mother, I asked Lily about her situation. Because she gave birth to a daughter, her husband's family treated her badly, so for the past six months , she had been staying at her parents' home with her six-month-old daughter.

"This name is beautiful, very beautiful." Under Lily's gaze, I felt a little flustered, wondering if she was still thinking about me? Was she still thinking about becoming my wife?

"Brother Qiang, where are you going?" Lily changed the subject and asked curiously.

"It's hot, I want to go for a walk by the river, it's cooler there," I said.

"Oh! Then I'll go for a walk with you! Okay?" Lily asked, looking at me with expectant eyes.

"Okay!" I couldn't bear to refuse her, so I agreed.

We walked in silence the whole way. When we reached the river, Lily found a spot we used to frequent and sat down. It was a secluded place, completely hidden from view except for its orientation towards the river; lush willows and bamboo made it impossible to see anyone from the outside.

A cool breeze blew, the willows swayed gently, and the river murmured. The sweltering heat vanished, leaving only coolness.

"Brother Qiang, don't you have a girlfriend yet?" Lily broke the silence.

"N-no, I just broke up with her. How are you doing?" The question was a bit awkward, so I quickly changed the subject.

Lily said softly, "Not good. My husband's family disliked me because I gave birth to a girl. They were always cold and sarcastic towards me, so I simply took my daughter and went back to my parents' home." Lily's eyes dimmed, and sadness began to creep onto her face.

"What era are we living in? How can they still be so sexist? If everyone in the world only had sons, wouldn't everyone be a bachelor? It's outrageous!" I said angrily, really wanting to teach Lily's husband a lesson. It's understandable that older people have outdated ideas, but her husband is a young man, and instead of helping to persuade his family, he discriminates against Lily. He deserves a beating.

"Let's not talk about that, Qiang-ge, how long are you staying this time?" Lily asked helplessly.

"I'm leaving in a week. I have to go back to work right away," I replied.

At this moment, Tingting suddenly burst into tears, flailing her arms and legs and crying incessantly.

"Oh! Baby, don't cry, don't cry. Are you hungry? Hmm! Mommy will feed you right away." Lily gently rocked Tingting in her arms, then unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt, revealing her snow-white skin and a pair of extremely full and large breasts. Then she held Tingting and made her suckle from her left nipple, starting to breastfeed her.

When I saw this scene, my head went blank, my heart suddenly raced, and my blood rushed. I quickly turned my head away, afraid to look any longer, lest I lose control of my desires.

"What's wrong? Is it because my breasts aren't pretty?" Lily asked sadly when she saw me turn away.

"No, no, your breasts, your breasts are pretty, ah! No…" I suddenly didn't know what to say and stammered incoherently.

"Then why did you turn your head away?" Lily asked.

"I, I…" I stammered, unable to speak.

"You just think my breasts aren't pretty, um! My breasts have been used to feed children, of course they're not as pretty as those girls'." Lily said, suddenly sobbing.

"I, I didn't mean that, your breasts are really pretty, I, I…" I stammered.

"Then turn your head and look!" Lily's tone was somewhat domineering.

I had no choice but to turn my head and see Tingting suckling at Lily's left nipple, her small mouth opening and closing rhythmically. Lily's breasts were snow-white and full, with purplish-red nipples. Her nipples were larger than any I had ever seen on any woman, proudly set atop her snow-white breasts like ripe grapes.

Some bluish veins were visible on Lily's snow-white breasts, and her areolas were large, about the size of a one-yuan coin. Her breasts gave me a peculiar shock, an indescribable, strange feeling.

I had never seen a breastfeeding mother before, let alone viewed it so closely. A strange feeling and a unique stimulation made me feel like I could hardly breathe. My heart was pounding, and my blood was flowing several times faster than usual, splitting into two streams—one rushing to my face, the other to my groin. A primal desire surged up instantly, beyond my control.

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