[If Heaven Has Feelings] Chapter 102

【If Heaven Has Feelings】
Author: hyperx
Word Count: 36641
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Chapter 102
Re-boarding that long-unseen Airbus A320, my mood was as heavy as when I arrived, though
not entirely the same. When I came, my biggest worry was Mei Yu's situation and her attitude towards our relationship
; and upon leaving, I was still worried about our relationship, but the number of women involved had expanded to
three, and one, though gone, had left an indelible mark on my heart.
However, I could temporarily set aside these worries. There was an imminent crisis that I had to
confront head-on: the threat posed by the organization that had been lurking in the shadows. Perhaps it wasn't just one organization. Since I
stepped out of Old Su's courtyard house, it meant I was isolated and helpless in this country, surrounded by
the henchmen and arms of the enemy, whose power was far beyond what I could withstand alone.
If it were me a year or so ago, it wouldn't be so bad. Back then, I was all alone, already used to
battling the world alone. But now, I'm not so carefree. I'm no longer a lone wolf
. My life has started to include people I care about, and people who care about me. They embody my
positive aspirations for life. I love them, and I need them, so I must protect them. But can I really
do that? The thought of that question reflexively makes my brain avoid it.
I dare not imagine it; I'd rather believe I can.
"Gao Yan..." A soft murmur sounded in my ear.
I knew it was Yang Naijin's voice, but I didn't move immediately, because the little girl's head was resting on
my shoulder. I had started fulfilling my duty as a human pillow shortly after she boarded the plane. I gently turned
my head, looking at that rosy, sleeping face.
Her smooth, black hair cascaded over my shoulders like a piece of silk, and the faint, youthful fragrance wafted
into my nostrils. Her long, neatly combed eyelashes were tightly closed, and her rosy lips moved slightly, as if she were talking in
her sleep. Although I couldn't hear what she was saying, I was certain that I was present in her dreams
.
Most of the passengers in first class were resting with their eyes closed, so I could hear the whispers of the two mature, beautiful women in the row in front of me
. Bai Liyuan and Mei Yu's relationship had been repaired very well, far beyond my expectations. Perhaps I
didn't understand female friendship very well. They seemed to have put aside their previous unpleasantness and estrangement, and the two
were as close and loving as if nothing had happened.
As women, their conversation naturally revolved around fashion and skincare, but occasionally they would shift the topic
to their children. They were well aware of each other's entanglements with me, but they seemed to tacitly avoid this,
focusing their conversation on me and Yang Naijin. Bai Liyuan suggested that we get things done as soon as possible,
ideally after returning to Huaihai for the wedding; Mei Yu, however, was more cautious, believing we should go abroad first and
postpone the wedding arrangements.
I listened quietly to the conversation of the two beautiful women, my heart filled with a peaceful joy.
Although both women shared a deep and unforgettable love for me, their choices regarding the happiness of their children were remarkably
aligned—everything stemmed from the happiness of Yang Naijin and me. To have
the love of these two outstanding women must be God's compensation for the hardships I had endured.
Thinking this, I couldn't help but kiss Yang Naijin's smooth, alabaster cheek. The little girl didn't wake immediately
, but she seemed to sense something in her sleep, a sweet smile appearing on her lips. I pulled the blanket
up further, covering her reclining body, and silently made a vow: no matter how many
difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, I would protect these three women.
After achieving our objectives in Yanjing, Bai Liyuan and I didn't linger and immediately headed back home.
Of course, we had to bring Mei Yu and her daughter along, as there was no longer any reason for them to stay in Yanjing. Our
struggle with the Lü family had also come to an end.
On the surface, everything seemed to be going according to my plan. Lü Tian and Meng Lan had both received their due punishment.
According to Mei Yu's sources, the list I gave to Yanjing City was finally starting to have a miraculous effect. The higher-ups had
reached a consensus on the Lü Jiang case, and the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection would take action soon. Lü Jiang's fate was
sealed.
So, when the buildings of Haidong Airport became clear below, and the plane slowly lowered its tires and began
taxiing on the runway, I wouldn't say I was completely without worry, but at least I felt much more relaxed.
The green light came on, and I gently woke Yang Naijin. After we all packed our luggage, we found the flight attendant
standing at the cabin door. She crossed her arms at her hips and said apologetically, "Dear passengers, I'm very sorry.
We've received notification from the airport that the plane cannot disembark at this time. Please wait a moment on board."
Her words immediately drew unanimous dissatisfaction from the passengers. Everything had been fine during taxiing
, and the weather outside the airport was normal. Logically, passengers should have been allowed to disembark as soon as possible. Why couldn't they
disembark?
"I'm so sorry, so sorry, I'm truly sorry. Our airline just received the notification; all
flights at the airport have been suspended. We're helpless."
The flight attendant was a tall woman nearing 40, with a gentle and refined square face, and spoke in a melodious and
pleasant voice. She patiently explained the situation, although she herself wasn't entirely clear on the details. Her
humble attitude won the understanding of some passengers.
The first-class passengers, though angry, were generally well-mannered and, after a few complaints,
let it go. The economy class passengers weren't so easily appeased. Many of them had urgent business to attend to, but
couldn't tolerate such delays. Several troublemakers stood up and rudely questioned the flight attendants. The younger
flight attendants were completely overwhelmed by the situation, and one even burst into tears from the passengers' outbursts. In the end, it was the purser who intervened.
He personally stepped in, patiently explaining and reassuring the passengers, promising extra meals and travel
points rebates to all passengers, which finally quelled the discontent.
Whether it was the purser's reassurance or the airline's complimentary gifts, the commotion in economy class
gradually subsided, and first-class passengers returned to their seats, some even pulling
up their blankets to sleep.
The flight delay didn't bother Yang Naijin and Bai Liyuan; they weren't in a hurry and
were content as long as I was by their side. Mei Yu and I exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes. This delay,
like a ripple, stirred considerable waves within us. I didn't know what Mei Yu was thinking,
but I couldn't help but worry. Did this mean something? Was someone trying to harm me? Who was it?
Huaihai City, Old Su, or even an organization?
I cautiously observed the cabin. The purser and flight attendants were busily distributing food and drinks. The cockpit
door was tightly closed. Although the atmosphere was somewhat tense, I didn't sense any murderous intent.
Loud voices occasionally drifted from economy class, but despite the noise, everything was orderly, demonstrating the purser's emergency management
skills.
Mei Yu was no longer in her seat; she seemed to be wandering around casually, casually approaching the purser,
flashing a friendly smile, and striking up a conversation. They were close in age, and Mei Yu's elegant
demeanor quickly won the purser's favor; they seemed to be having a pleasant chat.
I turned my head and peered out the window. The A320 had stopped at the gate, but the connecting passageway wasn't
set up. The area to the left of the plane was empty, indicating that no new planes had landed since us.
To the right, seven or eight similar passenger planes were lined up; judging from their markings, they included China Southern, Air China, AirAsia, American Airlines,
and Lufthansa. Their situation seemed similar to ours—all of them were not connected to the gate, suggesting that
we weren't the only plane being restricted from disembarking.
I breathed a sigh of relief; from this perspective, the airport's actions weren't targeted at us. However, another
question arose in my mind: why were they doing this? Why seal off the entire airport?
What was their premeditated plan? Who were they targeting?
This question lingered in my mind for a long time, but I couldn't find a reasonable answer. Just then, Mei
Yu returned, holding her phone as if on a call. I noticed her nodding occasionally but not
saying much. The call ended quickly. She gave me a solemn wink, and I stood up,
pretending to help, and walked over to her. We exchanged a few words, and I sat back down, but my mind
was once again in turmoil.
According to the information Mei Yu received from the flight attendant, Haidong Airport received an order half an hour earlier
to stop disembarking passengers due to special circumstances. All aircraft that hadn't landed were to change course, and the lockdown would last for one
hour. While such orders had been issued before, they were always due to weather or accidents, but
none of today's circumstances matched, so the flight attendant didn't know the reason for the lockdown.
But Mei Yu didn't give up. She had just made a call to Yanjing and
learned through a friend in a key department that the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection planned to take Lü Jiang, who was returning from overseas, away today. According to their intelligence
, Lü Jiang's private plane would land at Haidong Airport around noon, so all of this was likely
a preparation for Lü Jiang.
I returned to my seat. The passengers in the cabin waited, each lost in their own thoughts, but my mind was elsewhere
. I waited for the plane to land with an inexplicable feeling. Logically, I should be
happy at this moment, because my greatest enemy was about to be brought to justice. But for some reason, I couldn't muster any enthusiasm. This
outcome came too quickly, leaving me somewhat bewildered.
Once Lü Jiang falls into the hands of the Discipline Inspection Commission, he will undoubtedly become a fulcrum
for breaking the deadlock in Huaihai City. This is not subject to his personal will or loyalty. As far as I know, there are dozens of ways to make anyone confess willingly.
Lü Jiang will either not confess at all, or if he does confess, he must confess everything, because no matter what, he cannot escape imprisonment
. But if the faction in Huaihai City is not completely defeated, he is likely to face even greater retribution
.
Of course, no matter what Lü Jiang does, his fate is sealed. However, such an operation
will undoubtedly require a long time to gather evidence and gradually eliminate the henchmen of Huaihai City before finally
taking action against the behemoth entrenched there. Until that day arrives, I can only watch helplessly as Lü
Jiang lives on under tight protection as evidence.
Just as I was pondering this, a white regional jet finally appeared outside the window. I recognized it as a Bombardier
Challenger 850 business jet, with a blue "3" shaped like a seagull on its tail
– the logo of the Sangang Group. Lü Jiang had indeed landed here at this time; I wondered if he knew
the imprisonment he was about to face.
The Challenger 850 began taxiing on the ground, heading towards Gate 13. Everything went
smoothly, as the entire airspace and airport served only this one aircraft, making the small fuselage of the regional jet
very conspicuous. Just then, I suddenly saw something flashing in the direction the passenger plane was taxiing.
I looked closely and saw a string of flashing lights approaching. The lights were moving quite fast,
and I quickly recognized it as a convoy with flashing police lights. I chuckled coldly; the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection was certainly quite ostentatious in its actions
, showing no regard for the feelings of Huaihai City.
After the Challenger 850 came to a stop, the convoy with flashing police lights surrounded the plane, and
dozens of people jumped out of the vehicles, quickly guarding the aircraft's door. I suddenly felt something was off. These people were wearing what looked
like dark blue police uniforms. Discipline Inspection Commission officials didn't wear uniforms, and they were all heavily armed; this
demeanor was more like that of the military.
The airport was well-prepared. A boarding shuttle bus quickly pulled up, and the group in black uniforms rushed
forward. A few minutes later, they escorted several people off the plane. The man at the front was...
Tall and slightly balding, even from a distance where his features were obscured, I recognized him immediately as Lü
Jiang.
Lü Jiang and his entourage were crammed into the police cars, quickly disappearing from sight as the convoy drove away. I noticed
the convoy didn't leave from the nearest gate, Gate 13.
After the convoy left, everything returned to normal. The airport quickly lifted the restrictions, and with the flight attendants
' cooperation, passengers who had waited an extra hour quickly disembarked.
Because we had a lot of luggage, it took us a little longer to get out, resulting in us being the last to arrive. When my
three female companions and I entered Gate 13, we found a slight disturbance at the entrance.
A dozen or so middle-aged men were stopped at the door. Most were wearing dark jackets, their hairstyles and appearances seemingly
ordinary, but their wary eyes and habitually expressionless faces clearly indicated they were discipline inspection
officials. They were a specially trained group, a group that inspired fear, especially those
in high positions.
Normally, discipline inspection cadres are very cautious and never publicize their actions, but this group seemed different
. They appeared very agitated, many with their necks flushed, arguing with airport security personnel
, which looked quite strange.
"What you're doing is a serious mistake," one of them, with a slicked-back hairstyle and a leader-like demeanor,
shouted , pointing his
finger. The man being scolded was a middle-aged, overweight man, looking wealthy and well-dressed. He seemed
to be an airport manager, and was now hunched over, looking dejected and apologizing. He humbly apologized
while wiping his sweat-drenched forehead with a handkerchief, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this was all our
mistake. We were following the procedures after receiving the order from the General Administration."
"Don't you know who we are? You even dare to stop the inspection team! You're incredibly audacious! Does Huaihai City even want
the central government's approval?" the slick-back-haired man roared, raising his eyebrows in fury.
These words left the airport staff pale and speechless. The fat manager
was even more ashen-faced, nearly fainting on the spot; he almost knelt down and kowtowed.
I turned to look at Mei Yu, who was also looking at me. We exchanged glances, both understanding each other's
thoughts. Mei Yu's expression was extremely grave; clearly, we were thinking the same thing.
Our lingering left the other two women somewhat bewildered. Bai Liyuan was somewhat better, but Yang Naijin began
impatiently urging me on. I had no choice but to leave the group of disciplinary officials behind and drag my luggage into the elevator.
Even as the elevator slowly descended, I could still see the fat manager, bent over,
repeatedly apologizing to the man with the slicked-back hair.
"Gao Yan, what were those people arguing about? Why are you so concerned?"
Yang Naijin asked impatiently as soon as my domineering car drove out of the airport, seemingly
very curious about my earlier behavior.
However, I didn't answer her directly. Instead, I glanced in the rearview mirror and put my finger to my lips to shush
.
In the back seat, Mei Yu was talking on her phone. Yang Naijin, seeing her mother on the phone, obediently
shut her mouth, but her big eyes were still fixed on me expectantly.
As soon as Mei Yu got in the car, she took out her phone to make a call. I knew it was Cao Yamin on the other end, and
at that moment, I was also eager to get the latest news from him.
The car reached the overpass before Mei Yu finished her call. She closed her phone, her clear, beautiful eyes sparkling
with an indescribable light, but she said very calmly, "Lü Jiang has been taken away by the Huaihai City police."
"What?" The other two women in the car exclaimed in surprise, but I wasn't surprised
at all; I had already guessed a bit of it.
According to Cao Yamin, late last night, the Huaihai Municipal Party Committee suddenly convened an emergency meeting of its Standing Committee. Several
members of the Standing Committee were woken up from their beds and the meeting lasted until 7 a.m. Subsequently, the entire Municipal Public Security Bureau went into
emergency mode and dispatched riot police to blockade Haidong Airport and several nearby major roads,
supposedly to carry out an important mission. However, strangely, Lü
Tao, who should have been in command, was not present at the bureau today. Instead, he was remotely directing operations from the Municipal Party Committee via telephone. Cao Yamin happened to be
one of the deputy commanders of this operation, which is why he was able to
relay the information to Mei Yu immediately. "Haha, this guy surnamed Lü has finally met his match. It's karma!" Yang Naijin
clapped excitedly after hearing this.
In her opinion, Lü Jiang's arrest was absolutely gratifying, regardless of who was behind it. However, Bai
Liyuan thought more deeply and asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Isn't Huaihai City Lü Jiang's backer? Why would they arrest him?" "
No matter how powerful Lü Jiang is outside, in the grand scheme of Huaihai City, he's just a pawn. Now he's
crossed the river; there's no turning back." Mei Yu said calmly, her words concise yet vividly
depicting the current situation.
Seeing the puzzled looks on Bai Yang and the other woman's faces, I patiently explained the meaning of Mei Yu's words and
deduced a general overview from the information I currently possessed.
The whole situation is this: The Central Commission for Discipline Inspection decided to take action today, taking Lü Jiang away from Haidong Airport
for investigation. However, whether due to a leak or Huaihai City's extensive connections, this news
reached the core departments of Huaihai City last night. There must have been a heated debate that night, because although Lü Jiang is just a
businessman, his existence is related to the political safety of many people. If this matter is not handled properly, it could implicate
a large number of people.
It's unclear whether Lü Tao argued for his brother at the Standing Committee meeting, but ultimately Lü Jiang became the sacrifice
. Huaihai City quickly dispatched police to control the airport, successfully thwarting the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's actions and taking
Lü Jiang away before they could act.
Huaihai City's actions were extremely bold and risky, but compared to the consequences of Lü Jiang falling into others' hands
, this risk was well worth it. Even I wouldn't have had a better option.
The city's methods were indeed extraordinary; their audacious style perfectly confirmed Old Su's assessment of them.
Now that Lü Jiang was in their hands, no matter how much the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection (CCDI) disapproved of this action, they couldn't
take Lü Jiang away within Huaihai City. Huaihai City's biggest worry could be temporarily put to rest.
However, being caught in Huaihai City's net wasn't necessarily a good thing for Lü Jiang. Lü Jiang's existence
was always a threat to them. These people dared to risk everything to snatch him from the CCDI, clearly showing
their determination to succeed. Lü Jiang's fate in their hands was likely grim; they
could easily find any excuse to silence him and end it all.
"Anyway, Lü Jiang is finally finished. Isn't it better that they're fighting amongst themselves?" Yang Naijin
blinked her big eyes after hearing my analysis.
"We can finally return to normal life." She stretched as she spoke, her tone revealing
barely suppressed relief and comfort.
The two women in the back seat remained silent, their expressions contrasting. Mei Yu looked grave, seemingly deep in thought
, while Bai Liyuan's face held an indescribable mix of worry and joy. I, however, was still silently pondering that
question:
"Can we really return to a normal life?"
Yanhu Villa was located in the suburbs of Huaihai City, only about a two-hour drive away, offering a rare
tranquility amidst the city. Nestled against a freshwater lake formed by a reservoir and surrounded by verdant mountains, it naturally
provided a undisturbed space, an ideal place for rest and recuperation.
Therefore, shortly after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was designated as a sanatorium for the Huaihai City Federation of Trade Unions, specifically
providing recuperation and recreational services for model workers and worker representatives. Until its restructuring, Yanhu Villa
held a high status among working-class families in Huaihai City, equivalent to a five-star hotel today. Having the opportunity to stay there
for a night was something to boast about to relatives and friends for a long time.
However, with the development of the commodity economy, more and more high-end leisure and tourism venues have emerged in the market,
with various star-rated hotels and resorts springing up one after another. Gradually, Yanhushan Villa lost its original unattainable status
. In addition, after the reform and opening up, the once noble working class gradually withdrew from the historical stage, replaced by
cheap migrant workers. The trade union and the sanatorium it ran became outdated.
As the number of people needing recuperation and suitable recuperation places decreased, Yanhushan Villa was basically vacant for several
years until last year when the government took it back and changed its use, turning it into a special prison. Nominally, it is
a hospital with rehabilitation functions, but in reality, it is specifically used to accommodate high-ranking economic criminals, especially
former high-ranking officials imprisoned for economic crimes.
Although its purpose has changed, the exterior of Yanhu Villa remains largely unchanged. Aside from the blocked roads and
a few guard posts at the intersections, only the uniformed, armed prison guards create a sense of tension.
The villa itself isn't covered in barbed wire or heavily guarded; after all, the inmates here are
people of a certain social standing, and their sentences aren't very long, so there's no need for them to risk escape.
As the name suggests, the entire villa is built on an artificial lake. The reservoir forms three small islands, providing
natural barriers: a larger island in the center, and two smaller islands on the east and west sides.
Different buildings have been constructed on each island, and the islands are connected by floating bridges. Leaving the islands to the outside world is only
possible by ferry speedboat, making it extremely secure and enclosed.
Therefore, the interior of Yanhu Villa has undergone minimal alterations, essentially maintaining its original sanatorium structure.
The small buildings on the central island, originally intended for accommodation, were converted into prison cells specifically for high-ranking officials. The western island,
which housed a canteen and staff dormitories, is now used as prison offices. On the eastern island, a
large circular building was constructed, temporarily serving as a meeting place for prisoners.
Originally called the Workers' Club, it contained a cinema, karaoke room, dance hall, and card rooms,
offering ample space. While the dance hall and karaoke room were converted into visiting rooms, the cinema was
preserved. The prison authorities seem to intend to convert it into a prisoner education and assembly area; however,
construction is still underway.
I leaned back on the bench in the waiting room, smoking and gazing thoughtfully out the window. From this vantage point,
I could see a calm, still lake. A wooden pontoon bridge swayed gently across the water, and occasionally a few
geese would skim across the surface. This is where the name "Goose Lake Villa" comes from. Every year at this time, the geese
migrate back from the north. The relatively warm climate here provides an excellent breeding ground; they give birth and raise
their young here, waiting for the spring to return north with their families. Year after year, day after day, life
proceeds in this orderly fashion according to the laws of nature. Since Lü Jiang's deal was completed, with Cao Yaming's covert assistance, Yang Xiaopeng was
transferred to this special prison to serve his sentence. Compared to his original prison, Lanqiao Prison, the environment and treatment here are much
better. Meanwhile, Lü Jiang is now under the control of the Huaihai City Procuratorate and can no longer take any retaliatory measures against Mei Yu's side.
It's clear that everything is developing in our favor.
So, not long after returning to Huaihai City, Mei Yu requested to visit Yang Xiaopeng. Although I didn't support it, I
understood her feelings; after all, it was what a wife should do. Although, in my opinion, after everything we'd been through
, the couple had drifted apart, both emotionally and physically, and I had gradually replaced
the man in prison.
Nevertheless, I drove for over two hours early in the morning to bring them, mother and daughter, to this secluded
Yanhu Villa. Mei Yu had already been alone in the meeting room for almost an hour. I felt slightly annoyed,
wondering what they had to talk about for so long; it was beyond my expectations and cast
a shadow over my heart.
Since my affair with Yang Naijin,
things between Mei Yu and me had become somewhat delicate. Although Mei Yu didn't say anything on the surface, nor did she criticize or stop us, she subtly reminded me to take precautions
, but she intentionally or unintentionally reduced the time we spent alone together, preventing me from rekindling our romance.
Of course, I wasn't idle during this time either. My relationship with Yang Naijin became increasingly stable. Back in
the familiar city of Huaihai, Yang Naijin's work wasn't as busy as before, and we went on frequent dates,
exploring every street and alley of Huaihai. We were inseparable, so sweet that
even Bai Liyuan couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
Thinking of this, I stubbed out my cigarette and turned to look at Yang Naijin. Although the young girl was sitting
in a chair, her slender figure remained as upright as a young poplar tree. She wore a sky-blue, thin
, double-breasted wool coat with a long lapel that revealed the high collar of a white knitted sweater. Below her short black pleated leather skirt were
two straight, slender, and shapely legs, encased in light gray wool stockings. On her feet
were black lambskin ankle boots with pointed toes, the shallow tops decorated with a band of gold thread, highlighting her delicate and rounded
ankles, making them incredibly alluring.
She wore a white knitted beanie, its pointed top adorned with a white pom-pom. Her flowing,
black hair cascaded down from beneath the hat to her shoulders, perfectly obscuring most of Yang Naijin's face. From the side
, only her high, arched black eyebrows, her straight, delicate nose, and her pink lips were visible. She was engrossed in
her iPhone, her long eyelashes fluttering like bird wings, seemingly absorbed in the screen
.
I sat down silently beside Yang Naijin. The young girl clearly didn't notice my arrival until I put
my arm around her shoulder. She then looked up, her silky black hair cascading down to reveal
a beautiful, ethereal face. A sweet smile graced her face, and her large, bright eyes
narrowed into slits, their sparkle captivating any man.
"Sweetie, what are you looking at?" I asked with a smile.
"Look at the news! Such a big thing happened to Lü Jiang, but there's been hardly any media coverage. Isn't that strange?"
Indeed, although we didn't witness it firsthand, based on my and Mei Yu's sources, our
guesses about Lü Jiang's current situation were pretty accurate. But this explosive news didn't cause
much of a stir in the media. Only a statement from the San Gang Group's board of directors said that Chairman Lü Jiang was currently on sick
leave, causing some fluctuations for the San Gang Group, but it was quickly forgotten by the market. Everything was unusually quiet
.
However, in my opinion, this is just the calm before the storm. Lü Jiang's arrest is merely
the undercurrent beneath this massive wave. Neither Yanjing City, which suffered a hidden loss, nor Huaihai City, which made a decisive move , will
give up so easily. Their unusual silence is just a cover for their true intentions. The real
battle is yet to come. Lü Jiang's arrest is just the beginning of this confrontation, but once it's started
, it won't stop. More exciting drama is yet to come.
After listening to my analysis, Yang Naijin nodded in sudden understanding, a look of realization dawning on her
face. Her beautiful eyes were filled with admiration and affection for me. My heart skipped a beat, and I leaned down to kiss
her pink lips, but Yang Naijin stopped me with the smooth, slender back of her hand.
I was slightly taken aback. Yang Naijin extended a soft, slender, white hand and fanned her nose, her high, arched
eyebrows furrowing beautifully. She pouted and said, "You stinky stone, you're smoking again."
"It stinks, it stinks! Don't touch me!" The girl's slightly angry and reproachful expression was particularly charming, but her attitude
was very firm.
Since we got together, Yang Naijin had become increasingly picky about my lifestyle, especially
on the issue of smoking, which she would never compromise on. Neither Bai Liyuan nor Mei Yu had ever
said anything about this flaw of mine before, but in Yang Naijin's eyes, it was one of the flaws her ideal perfect boyfriend had to get rid of,
and it became a sweet trouble for me.
"Well, hehe, how about I chew some gum before kissing you?" I scratched my head awkwardly and
smiled sheepishly.
"Hmm, that's more like it." Yang Naijin's eyes darted around, then she nodded, casually pulling
out a Wrigley's gum and stuffing it into my open mouth.
I pretended to be obedient, and when Yang Naijin's slender white hand reached out, while swallowing the gum
, I also took her two slender, soft, white fingers into my mouth. Although Yang Naijin quickly pulled them out, I had already
sucked on them with my lips and licked the tips of her crystal-manicured nails with my warm tongue.
"Ah, you bad boy..." Yang Naijin, caught off guard by this sneak attack, let out a soft cry of surprise.
"You stink! You're so annoying!" The little girl hurriedly wiped her hands on my clothes as if my saliva
was poisonous, and then pinched my arm.
"Ouch, that hurts! It hurts so much!" Of course, the little girl's delicate hands couldn't hurt me,
but I took the opportunity to lean against her, burying my head in her neck, rubbing against her and inhaling her refreshing, youthful
fragrance.
"Ah...haha...no, you stinky bad guy...waaaah!" Yang Naijin was extremely ticklish. She tried to suppress
her laughter while desperately pushing away my mischievous head and hands, which made her tremble and
her silvery laughter echo in the hall.
Whether due to exhaustion or the physical friction between a man and a woman, Yang Naijin's body quickly
softened, and her resistance weakened considerably. Finally, when I embraced her slender waist and leaned down
to kiss her lips, Yang Naijin no longer resisted as before. Instead, she closed her starry eyes slightly, her pink lips gently upturned
, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, seemingly waiting expectantly for my lips to fall.
"Click, click, click," just as our lips were about to touch, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground reached
our ears.
We both looked up simultaneously, and Mei Yu had gracefully emerged from the visiting room.
Mei Yu carried a small black lambskin Kelly bag on her arm as she walked slowly. Her smooth,
shoulder-length hair was neatly combed back and secured with a milky-white ivory headband, revealing her smooth, jade
-like forehead. Her noble and aloof face was lightly made up, and her pale nude lip gloss made her lips purse tightly.
Her tight, thin lips possessed a unique allure. Two square jade stud earrings with gold trim adorned her delicate white jade earlobes
, complementing her consistently high, slender neck and elegant head, giving her an air of unapproachable radiance with every glance.
She wore a nude-colored woolen long coat with a lapel collar, the entire coat made of nude-colored merino cashmere
. The mature and sophisticated nude fabric shimmered with a subtle sheen, and the slanted lapel formed a perfectly proportioned
V-neck, revealing two slender, graceful collarbones and a small section of smooth, white skin.
The depth of the neckline made it difficult to tell whether she was wearing only a bra underneath. A small lavender-purple square
silk scarf was wrapped around her long, fair neck, loosely knotted at the side, looking both elegant and sophisticated.
A two-finger-wide nude woolen belt cinched her waist, forming a simple bow on the right side,
making her wasp waist appear even more slender and delicate. The skirt of her woolen coat reached her knees,
revealing two slender, long legs beneath the irregular hem. These jade-like legs were encased in sheer, deep purple stockings,
smooth and delicate like a second skin, clearly from a high-end brand. She wore nude,
pointed-toe shoes with 7-centimeter stiletto heels, the arches of her slender, crescent-shaped feet faintly visible on the sides,
yet they did not detract from her elegant and graceful gait.
"Mom, how's Dad?" Yang Naijin, upon seeing her mother, instantly forgot about me and stood up
to ask.
I stood aside, slightly aggrieved, but our gazes involuntarily converged on Mei Yu.
Mei Yu's reaction was somewhat strange. She paused for a moment, as if stumped by the question
, but quickly regained her composure and smiled slightly, saying, "Very good, he's much better than before."
As if afraid her daughter would ask something else, Mei Yu continued, "Why don't you go in and see your father? He
hasn't seen you for months."
Yang Naijin didn't suspect anything; she did miss her father, so she nodded quickly, glanced at me again, and then
got up and went into the visiting area.
Watching Yang Naijin's long legs, encased in light gray wool stockings, disappear behind the iron bars, Mei Yu and I
sat back down on the bench.
Since leaving Yanjing, we hadn't had a chance to be alone together like this, so we both felt a bit
awkward. Besides, we were in a prison. Although
the security cameras on the walls weren't working due to ongoing renovations, and the few guards were casually looking at their phones and not paying much
attention to us, an unusual silence fell between Mei Yu and me.
I carefully admired Mei Yu's naturally beautiful profile; her features, like those of a finely painted portrait, were full of life
. Her usually pale, bloodless face was now much more vibrant, with a slight rosy blush
that gave her a unique charm. The nude lip gloss on her thin lips seemed even brighter. I remembered she
wasn't like this before she came out; had she touched up her makeup?
Her phoenix eyes gazed leisurely ahead, and although her slightly glossy lips were closed, the curve of her mouth
and the muscles in her face indicated that she was very relaxed—a rare sight for her
. My heart skipped a beat, as if I'd just realized something, and I couldn't help but scrutinize her closely.
By the standards of a socialite, Mei Yu's posture was impeccable. Whether on a soft
sofa or this hardwood chair, her slender waist remained perfectly straight.
Beneath the long hem of her nude cashmere coat, her two long, slender legs, encased in sheer purple stockings, were naturally crossed at a
beautiful angle.
This captivating beauty was elegant and alluring in any setting,
yet I sensed something special in her graceful figure. Her posture was
flawless from every angle, but the natural curves of her body also contained a languid, supple quality,
making her exude a primal sensuality that stirred my desires.
For the usually aloof and proud Mei Yu, such moments of intense femininity were rare. But for
me, having shared countless intimate encounters, it was familiar. After our passionate lovemaking,
Mei Yu would always display this soft, alluring expression, which only fueled my madness and made me even more captivated.
So, seeing Mei Yu like this, especially in this setting,
stirred a deep suspicion within me, and a disturbing thought arose. I couldn't imagine
what might have happened between Mei Yu and that long-absent man during this extended visit, in our private setting—even if
that man was her nominal husband.
"Mei…" I couldn't help but begin, unsure what to say next. Suddenly, I
was completely lost, unsure of our roles.
"Hmm?" Mei Yu replied questioningly, without turning to look at me, remaining in that
position.
For some reason, I was annoyed by Mei Yu's reaction. Her evasive gaze only fueled my dissatisfaction.
In a moment of impulsiveness, I grabbed Mei Yu's right arm. "What's wrong?"
Even through the cashmere coat, I could feel her slender arm tremble slightly. Mei Yu
seemed puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm asking you, what were you doing in there just now?" My anger was now uncontrollably evident in my words
.
"I'm sorry, this is a private matter between my husband and me." Mei Yu's answer was crisp, just like her way of doing things
—clean, efficient, and without any hesitation.
Although she appeared gentle and delicate, once she made up her mind, she was as determined and resolute as a man.
I had always admired this kind of outwardly gentle but inwardly strong character, but when she treated me this way, it made me incredibly
uncomfortable.
Unbeknownst to us, it seemed as if a transparent wall of air had appeared between us. Even though we were so
close, able to see a few strands of hair on Mei Yu's fair neck and smell the faint coolness emanating from her.
The fragrance, along with the unique scent of Chanel No. 5, filled the air, but Mei Yu, standing before me, seemed
distant, unattainable.
My gaze fell upon her knees, where a glittering object caught my eye. Mei Yu's hands
remained resting on her knees the entire time, her slender, delicate white fingers, soft as daffodil petals, intertwined
, appearing exquisitely beautiful against the high-quality nude cashmere fabric. Yet, the ten slender white fingers were clenched so tightly
that faint bluish marks were visible beneath her translucent white skin, revealing the inner turmoil and conflict she was experiencing.
The most striking thing was the dazzling platinum diamond ring on Mei Yu's long, delicate, petal-like right ring finger.
The flawless platinum band, adorned with five Burmese rubies arranged in the shape of plum blossoms
, adorned her slender, white finger, making her appear exceptionally noble. But this expensive ring
inexplicably stung me, because it was Mei Yu's wedding ring, given to her by the man nearby,
and she had just emerged from that room.
The lingering blush on her face, the reapplied lip gloss, the wedding ring on her finger
, and her languid, all-encompassing expression all pointed to one thing—something reasonable yet troubling, something I didn't want to mention but
had to face.
Lu Jiang's conspiracy has been largely thwarted, and the charges he initially leveled against Yang Xiaopeng are now in jeopardy.
Judging from the current situation, while Yang Xiaopeng will inevitably face imprisonment, his transfer to this primarily sanatorium
prison represents the judiciary's maximum effort to appease him. With proper maneuvering later, through
sentence reductions and medical parole, Yang Xiaopeng's release is only a matter of time.
For Mei Yu, everything seems perfectly natural. Yang Xiaopeng is her legal husband and
the father of her only daughter; they are intricately bound together, and even imprisonment cannot sever
this ethical and bloodline connection. In contrast, my situation is quite awkward. Although, during this period
, through my personal efforts and scheming—even resorting to force—I have finally achieved my
long-cherished wish, not only successfully possessing Mei Yu's treasured virginity but also gradually conquering her heart.
But I knew perfectly well that even as Mei Yu writhed beneath me, surrendering to the physical
pleasure brought by my enormous penis, she never lost the last shred of clarity in her heart. Her rationality never yielded to or succumbed to her
physical sensations. She could open herself completely to me during lovemaking, allowing me to take everything she wanted, but she would never become consumed
by lust, like Bai Liyuan, willingly remaining the woman behind me, entrusting her body, soul, and happiness entirely to me.
Therefore, even during our physical and emotional union, I felt a vague unease within me
, because I understood that everything I currently possessed was uncertain. Once Yang Xiaopeng was released from prison, he would still be Mei
Yu's legal husband and Yang Naijin's biological father, but where would I be? Could I face
this nominal father-in-law while secretly having an affair with my mother-in-law? What about Yang Naijin?
You see, this isn't as simple as choosing between Bai Meiyang and the other two.
This new man, even though he's inferior to me in every way, possesses advantages I can't
overcome. And the biggest problem is, what will Meiyu do? Will she abandon her husband to go with me? Will she
give up the family she's carefully built and maintained? Will she take such a risk for a man? Even if
that man brings her unprecedented pleasure.
I have a vague answer in my heart, and although I desperately want to deny and forget it,
this answer coils around me like a venomous snake, locking me tightly, leaving me no chance to breathe.
Perhaps lost in thought, I unconsciously tightened my grip on Mei Yu's arm. Her
slender frame couldn't withstand my pressure, and she cried out in distress, "Ouch...you're hurting me!"
Mei Yu's soft cry snapped me out of my reverie. I quickly released my grip, looking at
Mei Yu rubbing her arm incessantly, my heart aching with pity. I repeatedly said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to..."
Judging from Mei Yu's slightly furrowed brows and the expression on her delicate face, my grip had been quite firm. But she did
n't complain, nor did she accept my apology. She simply pushed my outstretched hand away and said softly:
"It's alright, no need to worry."
During our shoving, the silk scarf around Mei Yu's neck had somehow come loose, revealing
her long, slender neck that had been hidden. A delicate rose gold necklace
wrapped around her swan-like, fair neck, a small pearl the size of a little finger shimmering in the center, highlighting her flawless, smooth skin
.
However, with my keen eyesight, I noticed a few fine marks on her silky smooth neck.
The marks were faint, pale red, but against her translucent white skin, they created a striking contrast, like
a few red plum blossoms fallen in the snow, possessing a unique charm.
But why did Mei Yu suddenly have these marks on her neck? Judging from the color of the marks
, they must have been put there recently. Before we left, I clearly saw that she didn't have these
marks on her neck. All of this happened after we entered the visiting room. Why is that? Did something
happen in the visiting room?
Moreover, these marks look so familiar, like... like the mouth of some kind of animal...
The more I thought about it, the more I dared not imagine it. My heart felt like it was blocked, and I suddenly had difficulty breathing
. I stared blankly at Mei Yu, my lips trembling slightly, wanting to question her, but I found that I
couldn't say anything.
Mei Yu didn't look at me, nor did she notice my expression. As if unwilling to talk to me any longer, she
quickly stood up from the bench, straightened her nude cashmere coat, picked up her black lambskin Kelly
bag, and said, "I'm going to the restroom. If Jin'er comes out later, you can all wait together."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mei Yu strode out, never once glancing at me.
I felt as if I were talking to thin air; this cold attitude made me incredibly uncomfortable. It was as if Mei Yu
had regressed to the persona she had a year ago, back to the exquisitely crafted facade she wore.
I sat blankly in the chair, watching her tall, slender figure gradually disappear into the distance.
Her shoulder-length, brown-toned hair swayed slightly at the collar of her nude cashmere coat, and her
long, slender legs, encased in sheer purple stockings, moved with light steps, yet her feet, clad in 7-centimeter nude pointed-toe stilettos, moved with unwavering determination.
The crisp, resonant sound of Mei Yu's heels on the tiled floor,
a sound that used to delight me and inspire my fantasies, now tolled like a death knell in my ears. Each
step she took felt like a sharp needle piercing my heart, causing me unbearable pain.
The meeting room was a converted ballroom. Aside from the addition of iron bars and a meeting room in the main hall, the restroom
remained in its original location. From the benches in the main hall, it was a straight line, so I watched
Mei Yu's figure recede into the distance, disappearing behind a door.
I sat there, dazed, not knowing how long I'd been sitting. My ears, eyes, nose
, and other senses seemed to have lost their function. The guards behind the iron bars were still chatting idly, but I
remained motionless like a corpse. I couldn't hear what they were saying, nor did I care about anything around me . My mind was blank; it seemed my spirit had been 　　carried away
by that departing woman . 　　What should I do? What could I possibly do? These questions echoed in my mind, like countless little 　　voices chattering in unison, making my head spin, until my gaze inadvertently swept across 　　something on the floor. 　　A lavender-purple silk scarf lay quietly on the ground. This square scarf was clearly 　　made of high-quality mulberry silk, adorned with freehand floral, bird, and plant patterns. A delicate and elegant letter 　　"h" was embroidered in gold thread at each corner, gleaming with a soft, lustrous sheen. Its style was both refined and dignified, clearly the 　　accessory of a mature, intellectual woman. 　　Indeed, the scarf's owner possessed both beauty and气质 (qi zhi, a combination of temperament, bearing, and style) more than enough to carry it off. Moreover, 　　I had recently witnessed it tied around her long, fair neck; it must have 　　slipped off accidentally when she stood up. 　　Like a puppet on a string, I bent down and picked up the silk scarf. The feel in my hand was as smooth and 　　soft as I had imagined. I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply; a faint scent of Chanel No. 5 perfume wafted into my nostrils, 　　along with a barely perceptible fragrance. Involuntarily, I ran the scarf over my face, as if caressing someone's 　　silky smooth skin, as if I could feel her body temperature through the fabric. 　　But then I suddenly froze. An image flashed into my mind: beneath the scarf, a long, swan-like 　　neck, several red marks scattered on the translucent white skin, like ugly little mouths, baring their teeth and 　　waving them in front of me, as if mocking me. 　　"Who do you think you are? You're just a wild boy..." 　　"Don't overthink it. She's just using you. She could never love you..." 　　"She has a husband and children. Everything will go back to normal, and you'll be no exception..." 　　These 　　voices irritated me. I tried to push them out of my mind, but my efforts were in vain. 　　The more I tried to ignore them, the more stubbornly they resurfaced from the depths of my brain, repeating these 　　noises like a raging storm. 　　The prison guards behind the iron bars were busy with their own things. No one noticed the young man on the bench in the hall. He was now 　　flushed, his forehead veins bulging, as if he was trying his best to control his anger. One of his hands 　　hung by his knee, his clenched fist clutching something. A corner of lavender- 　　purple silk fabric peeked out from between his fist. It seemed that not long ago, it had been tied around the neck of the middle-aged woman who was with him. 　　It was around 3 PM, less than an hour before the visitation ended. Only 　　two family members had visited that afternoon; the middle-aged woman took almost an hour, and the young woman had only been there 　　a short while. Once she came out, the day's schedule would be complete. The guards' minds were already on their upcoming duties 　　. 　　They were either discussing the canteen food or looking for mahjong partners. Although the working environment was 　　similar to a resort, it was far removed from city life, making some things quite boring 　　. Of course, the work was relatively easy; these prisoners were of a higher social standing, and 　　managing them wasn't difficult as long as they were treated with a little respect. 　　Therefore, the guards didn't notice that the young man sitting on the bench in the lobby 　　was no longer there, nor did they see him grabbing something and heading towards the restroom 　　. 　　The young man walked slowly, but each step was large, and he reached the restroom door in no time. 　　However, he stopped precisely in front of the door marked "Women's Restroom," and judging from his expression, he hadn't 　　gone to the wrong place. 　　The restroom door was ajar; I pushed it open. My pace slowed here. My 　　earlier anger hadn't subsided, but my actions were no longer so impulsive. 　　The restroom showed signs of age everywhere; the entire structure was in the style of the last century. On the walls 　　were quotes spelled out in red bricks: "Either the East Wind prevails over the West Wind, or the West Wind prevails over the East Wind." A row of waist- 　　high sinks covered in white ceramic tiles, like the floor beneath my feet, were yellowed and slightly cracked. But overall 　　, the women's restroom was clean enough, and there was no unpleasant odor. 　　Opposite the sink, a brick wall separated two toilet stalls. The wooden stall doors were painted a light green. The outermost 　　door wasn't closed, and through the crack, I could see the empty stall inside. Although the facilities were all 　　old, the toilet was quite new, as if it had just been replaced. 　　I was now certain that Mei Yu was in the innermost stall, but I didn't know 　　how to proceed. Should I just break down the door?

Fortunately, my worries didn't last long. Just as I was hesitating, I heard a rapid
flushing sound from the toilet stall. A moment later, with a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and Mei Yu, head down
, revealed half of her body. She was carrying a small black lambskin Kelly bag in one hand, and her
slender leg, encased in thin purple stockings, had barely taken a step when I grabbed her from behind.
"Ah..." Mei Yu screamed unexpectedly, but she only managed half a scream before I covered it with my hand
. So the scream was short and not enough to alert the prison guards several walls away. When Mei Yu
saw that it was me, she immediately regained her composure. I carried her into the toilet stall and locked the door
.
"Gao Yan, this is the women's restroom. What are you doing here?" Although Mei Yu was in my arms, her expression
remained cold, her phoenix eyes radiating an intensely serious chill.
Normally, this demeanor would have been enough to make me back down, but at this moment, my body was beyond my control.
Anger had clouded my reason, while my limbs and senses were heightened. Even through the cashmere
coat, I could feel the delicate, smooth skin beneath, and the air was filled with Mei Yu's unique,
cool fragrance and the scent of Chanel No. 5. Every vein in my body felt heated, my blood
surging like boiling water.
"Tell me first, what did you do in the meeting room?" My eyes widened, ignoring Mei Yu
's accusations, and I asked in a rather domineering tone.
"I'm sorry, no comment." Mei Yu's tone remained calm, her attitude resolute,
but a hint of barely perceptible panic flickered in her phoenix eyes under my gaze.
I didn't engage in further verbal entanglement. No one could subdue Mei Yu rationally, but she wasn't
invincible; I knew exactly where her defenses faltered.
"Ah... what are you doing? Don't do anything reckless!" Mei Yu cried out again, but
I had already lifted the hem of her nude cashmere coat, and my left hand, as if guided by eyes, slipped inside.
Beneath a thin ivory-white silk miniskirt, my fingers touched her deep purple lace panties
. Although Mei Yu tried to squirm, my fingers irresistibly slid inside, caressing her
smooth, white skin.
Following a few soft, sparse strands of pubic hair, my fingers wandered into a smooth, soft mound.
When my fingertips touched the flower-like labia, I didn't hesitate to penetrate deeper. The sensation from my fingertips
was exactly as I expected—full and tight, and warm and slippery like a hard-boiled egg.
When I withdrew my fingers, in the dim light, a layer of clear liquid clung to them. I knew that slightly sweet and sour scent all too well; it was 　　the nectar secreted
from the depths of Mei Yu's flower when she was aroused . 　　"If you haven't done anything, where did this come from?" I looked at Mei Yu with a mocking smile, 　　waving my two fingers, covered in her secretions, in front of her. 　　"Let me go, you shameless bastard!" Mei Yu had probably never been treated like this before. With her family background and beauty, 　　men were either captivated by her charms or impressed by her intelligence and rationality. They 　　were all extremely respectful in her presence, afraid of incurring her displeasure or contempt with the slightest rudeness. 　　So, when I forcibly restrained her and lifted her clothes, inserting my fingers into her 　　private and delicate vulva and stirring them, even displaying my fingers, slick with her own secretions, in front of her, 　　Mei Yu was both ashamed and angry, almost fainting. 　　Therefore, her reaction was unexpectedly intense. She struggled in my arms like a large female cat, 　　her hands flailing like cat claws, her long, sharp fingernails on her delicate, white hands 　　leaving several scratches on the back of my hand. 　　I was getting angry. I grabbed Mei Yu's shoulders and twisted her around, pinning her arms behind her back. 　　Mei Yu struggled, her long, slender legs, clad in sheer purple stockings 　　, kicking desperately backward. Her 7-centimeter stilettos occasionally pierced my feet. Although my 　　feet, in leather shoes, didn't hurt much, it fueled my rage. 　　"You say it's nothing? You came all this way just for this man, right? Do you really want him that badly?" 　　I said through gritted teeth, continuing to reach under Mei Yu's wool coat, exploring her 　　soft, delicate mound of flesh once more. 　　"What nonsense are you talking about? He's my husband. We're a legally married couple. What's it to you?" Mei Yu retorted 　　, leaving me speechless. 　　Mei Yu's words, though sharp and hurtful, were undeniably true. I had no 　　right to say anything, for I was nothing to her. Our relationship was based solely on physical intimacy; 　　there was nothing else solid between us. 　　Mei Yu had her back to me, her hands held tightly in my grasp. So when she swayed, her 　　slender waist, cinched by a belt, moved naturally, yet held a strange allure in my eyes. 　　"I don't care, you're my woman. You can't mess around with other men." My blood boiled, 　　and I became increasingly reckless. To stop her resistance, I grabbed a lavender-purple silk 　　scarf and tightly bound Mei Yu's wrists together, tying a sailor's knot. 　　"You scoundrel, you bad guy, let me go..." Mei Yu's hands were restrained, but she didn't cry out for help. 　　She was a woman who cherished her reputation. If others saw her being held hostage by a man in such an unclean 　　place, bound like this, it would be worse than death for her. So she didn't want to alert 　　anyone else, relying only on her own strength to resist, trying to subdue me with her words. 　　But before she could take a step, I grabbed her. In front of me, all her resistance was futile 　　. The difference in strength between us was too great. In addition, with her hands tightly bound behind her back, I easily 　　grabbed her body with one hand and the hem of her nude cashmere coat with the other, along with the white clothes she was wearing underneath.

The lace dress was lifted up, completely exposing her lower body, which had been covered by her coat.
"No, don't... don't look there... Gao Yan, please." Mei Yu realized what I wanted to do
, and her tone suddenly softened, even carrying a hint of pleading, as if she didn't want me to see
the scenery under her coat.
My gaze was fixed on the area below Mei Yu's lifted hem, and I could hardly believe what I was seeing
. What appeared before me was a plump, full, heart-shaped white buttocks, but
apart from the Wacoal purple silk panties, there were no traces of pantyhose on these jade-like white buttocks.
It turned out that Mei Yu was wearing garter stockings today. The thin purple stockings that covered her two jade-like legs only extended to the top of her shapely thighs, and the stockings, decorated with lace patterns, were connected 　　to the purple lace garter belt tied at her waist
by two thin lace ribbons . 　　Compared to everyday pantyhose, garter stockings better showcase the curves of a woman's body, especially the unintentional 　　glimpse of her porcelain-white thighs and the delicate, slender abdomen adorned with garter belts, adding 　　even more allure to her stunning figure. However, I couldn't muster any appreciation. Mei Yu's elaborate attire today, even 　　wearing seductive garter stockings to visit me in prison, was clearly all for the man she legally considered her husband. 　　The thought of Mei Yu, whom I considered a goddess, wearing alluring garter stockings, 　　revealing her porcelain-like body to her long-absent husband, and engaging in uninhibited intercourse with him, ignited an 　　uncontrollable rage within me. This image deeply wounded my pride, and when I ripped off her Wacoal 　　purple silk panties, the scene inside was even more appalling. 　　The mound of jade I had previously explored with my fingers was a delicate, full petal, its color a vibrant red. The 　　unopened bud and the sparse pubic hair above it bore traces of female secretions. These couldn't have 　　been created by me just fiddling with it a couple of times; the only explanation was that these were remnants 　　left by that man's sex toy during intercourse with Mei Yu. 　　At this moment, my vision went blank; all I could see was that white, smooth, peach-shaped 　　buttocks encased in purple lace garter belts, and that vibrant, red, honeyed vulva. My blood was rushing rapidly 　　, and my erection was as hard as an iron rod. 　　"Slap..." A crisp sound of flesh slapping echoed through the room. Fortunately, no one else was in the women's restroom at that moment 　　; otherwise, this slightly suggestive sound would certainly have aroused suspicion. 　　"Ah—" With a soft moan escaping her lips, 　　several faint red marks appeared on Mei Yu's naturally beautiful, heart-shaped buttocks, and her smooth, white flesh trembled slightly. Mei Yu and I were both stunned. Mei Yu had probably never been treated like this by a man before; she had suffered 　　a violent shock, 　　both physically and psychologically . I, too, was at a loss. How could I have been 　　so rough with this noble and elegant socialite? I had previously cherished every inch of her skin, and even the slightest harm to her 　　caused me immense pain. 　　I never imagined I would treat Mei Yu like this. Some gene in my blood seemed to have been 　　awakened; at times like this, I would become frantic and violent, all reason and caution vanished, and 　　I would act like a wild beast, driven by instinct. 　　Although a moment of clarity flashed through my mind upon witnessing the handprint on Mei Yu's jade-like buttocks, it was quickly 　　overshadowed by the overwhelming desire that followed. Only two emotions occupied my mind: one was the resentment and anger at being betrayed by Mei Yu 　　, and the other was the wild desire aroused by her porcelain-like body. 　　I was panting heavily. With one hand, I unbuckled my belt and zipped up my jeans. Without even pulling down my underwear, I 　　pulled out my long-erect penis, which had been standing erect for quite some time. Then, I pressed my already erect penis against Mei Yu's crotch, 　　teasing her with the purplish-red glans against her bright red petals for a couple of moments before 　　forcefully squeezing it into her plump, tender bud... 　　In the women's restroom, a hundred meters away from the visiting room, the door 　　to the stall furthest from the wall was tightly closed. The slowly setting sun shone through the window, illuminating the slightly faded green wooden door, making every 　　grain of the wood visible. There was no unpleasant odor in the restroom; the air was filled with a 　　slightly sweet and sour scent. Everything seemed no different from usual. 　　A gecko, searching for prey, scurried up the wooden door. So engrossed was it in scanning its surroundings 　　that it overlooked the unusual movement inside. But it quickly realized the ground beneath its paws was 　　unstable; the door was clearly swaying slightly, and the frequency of the swaying was gradually increasing, occasionally 　　accompanied by a loud thud, as if some animal were banging on it from within. 　　Looking through the bottom edge of the door, only a very limited, elongated view could be seen. 　　On the clean, white-tiled floor, four shoes stood. Two of them, spaced far apart, were men's leather boots. 　　The rough buffalo leather boots were studded with large rivets, and their length and width revealed the men's enormous feet. 　　Although the boots were firmly planted on the ground, it was still clear that the feet were exerting force. 　　The other two shoes, closely placed together, were a pair of nude pointed-toe high heels. These heels had 7-centimeter 　　stilettos, and the pointed toes, like bamboo shoots, gleamed with the sheen of fine lambskin. The semi-enclosed design concealed two 　　beautiful, slender arches, each encased in sheer purple stockings, a sight that stirred the imagination 　　. Her jade-like feet, clad in the 7-centimeter stilettos, leaned slightly forward, occasionally 　　slipping out of the half-enclosed design, as if propelled by a powerful force. 　　That force was so great that it propelled Mei Yu forward, her head slamming heavily against the wooden door 　　, causing it to thud. The gecko perched on the door shuddered and fell 　　off, its tail thrashing in panic as it looked left and right, completely unaware of its surroundings. 　　The gecko slowly crawled along the white tiled floor, somehow slipping into the two 　　nude-colored pointed shoes with 7-centimeter stiletto heels. If it could lift its eyes and look up, it would find itself along those crescent-shaped feet...

The bow arched upwards, past her slender ankles, up her long, straight, jade-like legs, which
were encased in thin purple stockings and trembling violently.
The force causing those exquisitely beautiful, long, purple-stockinged legs to tremble came from the tall, muscular man behind her
, and from the thick, long penis between his legs. The enormous shaft, veins bulging and throbbing,
slammed against the woman's body with each thrust of his hips, while the two iron-ball-like
testicles hanging below slapped incessantly against the inner thighs bound by purple lace garters.
"Mmm…" Mei Yu tried her best to control herself, not wanting anyone to discover her
situation, not wanting anyone to see her current state. A dignified and elegant lady like her was found
in a women's restroom stall, her smooth, white buttocks exposed, being
violated by a man about the same age as her daughter. Her lower body was completely naked except for her stockings.
However, Mei Yu's moans seemed to carry a hint of pain and resentment, partly due to
the sheer size of the penis thrusting into her. Although she had previously used lubrication,
the massive penis, as thick as a child's arm, stretched her vaginal opening to its limit upon penetration.
Every inch of her tender, slippery vaginal walls could feel the heat of the penis, and even more terrifyingly, the man
's enormous shaft seemed to be expanding, as if determined to tear her vagina apart.
What worried Mei Yu even more was that the man's movements were no longer gentle and considerate; since its insertion, the penis
had been extremely restless and agitated, thrusting rapidly without regard for her feelings.
The man's attitude infuriated Mei Yu. How could he treat her like this? This man had always revered
her like a god; if she only showed a hint of dignity, he would become a solemn and respectful gentleman. Why
was he acting this way today?
The problem was, she hadn't shown any strong resistance. Once his terrifying penis
entered her, her supposedly strong defenses crumbled instantly. All her restraint and pretense seemed useless
. The man's penis was like a key; once her body was unlocked, it was difficult to stop his entry
.
Mei Yu felt a pang of shame. When had she become like this, so insincere, so lacking
in self-control? No matter how much she told herself beforehand to uphold her moral principles and not cross the line again,
once the man had penetrated and manipulated her, she had completely forgotten.
What made her even more uneasy was that Mei Yu gradually discovered that her body was involuntarily responding to
the man. Her honeyed orifice was uncontrollably contracting, lovingly and hatefully enveloping and sucking at the man's penis.
Streams of spring water and honeyed fluid were secreting from the depths of her flower core, as if fueling the man's virility.
The increasingly slippery flower path made it easier for my huge penis to enter and exit, and the speed of thrusting began to gradually increase. I
grabbed Mei Yu's smooth and slender jade legs, and with my strong and erect huge penis, I fiercely fucked
this dignified noblewoman beneath me. With each thrust, my large penis sank deep into the very root of her honeyed orifice; with each thrust,
the purplish-red glans, the size of a ping-pong ball, penetrated deep into the very depths of Mei Yu's flower chamber.
At this moment, Mei Yu couldn't even think about resisting. She was like a helpless female slave, weak and helpless, allowing me to defile her at will
. After several hundred thrusts, my speed increased, each one plunging deep and relentlessly
into her. My hands roamed freely over Mei Yu's slender, shapely legs, from her jade-like
thighs encased in sheer purple stockings to her smooth, white belly bound by garters—I left no spot untouched.
This beautiful woman, old enough to be my mother, had no secrets from me. Every
inch of her skin, every fold of flesh, was intimately familiar to me. I could easily find
her sensitive spots and skillfully arouse her desire.
Mei Yu's delicate cheeks flushed crimson with passion, her brows
furrowed slightly, and her thin lips, painted like two delicate red lines, parted slightly, emitting increasingly rapid and loud breaths
.
But her phoenix eyes remained tightly closed, glistening with tears on her long eyelashes. Was she
weeping for her current predicament, or grieving for the honest reaction of her body?
"Gao Yan, I beg you, please let me go! I... I can't do anything to betray him again..."
Mei Yu, though aroused, still pleaded softly, as if her futile pleas
could alleviate her guilt.
However, I seemed not to hear her, unmoved by her pleas, focusing intently on fucking her.
My powerful body pressed seamlessly against Mei Yu's curvaceous form, my thick, erect penis rhythmically pounding
into her tender, beautiful opening. In despair, Mei Yu completely gave up resistance, allowing me to
ravage her soft, sensual body.
My massive penis, steady and powerful, relentlessly pounded into that delicate, rosy petal-like opening, rhythmic
and relentless... each thrust penetrating to the very root,
plunging deep into the very depths of her honeyed orifice. My iron-like testicles slammed against Mei Yu's smooth, delicate buttocks, producing a "smack
...smack" sound. The enormous glans pierced straight through the tender flesh of her flower core, assaulting Mei Yu's most sacred palace
.
Each time Mei Yu was about to speak, my massive penis would plunge into her flower core with a sudden, sharp thrust, causing her to gasp
and fall speechless. Each descent of my iron-like penis felt as if it were piercing her flower chamber, penetrating her body, all the way
to her throat. This unprecedented sensation filled Mei Yu with a chilling fear.
Just a few walls away, Yang Xiaopeng could never have imagined that his dignified and elegant wife was now naked from the waist down
, being penetrated from behind by a strong and muscular man, who was relentlessly ravaging her with his unusually lewd penis
. The man was taming the woman who had once belonged to him, as if she were a wild mare.
As time passed, Mei Yu felt the initial pain slowly disappear, replaced by an undeniable
sense of comfort. Her once clear mind became somewhat hazy under the prolonged thrusting of the massive penis.
Observing Mei Yu's expression closely, I noticed that her sorrowful expression gradually faded, and her cold eyes slowly became
lost in thought. A smug look appeared on my face, a smug smile playing on my lips, and I gradually increased
the speed of my thrusting of my massive penis into her honeyed orifice.
With each slow withdrawal, the increased frequency of my thrusting pulled
out the bright red, glistening flesh deep within Mei Yu's little hole. The flesh, tightly wrapped around my penis, was lifted out of her body and exposed to
the air, only to be swiftly thrust back in before it could even rest. That soft, smooth,
pink flesh seemed reluctant to leave my thick penis, clinging to it, enveloping it,
yearning for it, begging it to stay a little longer in her plump, tender hole, so it could express its longing.
After countless thrusts of her massive penis, Mei Yu was horrified to discover that her plump, tender vagina
was gradually becoming wet and slippery. She bit her cherry lips, desperately suppressing her increasingly aroused expression,
ignoring the waves of pleasure emanating from the walls of her vagina.
I felt the beautiful woman beneath me finally becoming wet after being penetrated by my massive penis, and my expression became even more
smug. With a wicked grin, I increased my speed again, my enormous penis, covered in bulging veins,
thrusting rapidly in and out of Mei Yu's tight vagina.
"Mmm…ah…" Mei Yu let out an unconscious groan from her cherry lips as the penis suddenly accelerated
. A hint of spring gradually appeared on her dignified face, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and
beads of fragrant sweat appeared on her smooth, white forehead. Her tightly furrowed brows seemed to be enduring something. Her previously tightly closed phoenix eyes opened
slightly, a misty haze filling them. Her delicate red lips parted slightly, as if emitting a silent
moan; then she gently bit her lips with her pearly white teeth.
The unconscious moans she had just made filled Mei Yu with shame; she felt deeply sorry for her husband. So
she bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans. But the pleasure was like a flood breaking through a dam, unstoppable.
With each deep thrust of her massive penis, her cherry lips would involuntarily part, emitting unconscious
moans.
Mei Yu felt her vagina slowly becoming more sensitive, and the pleasure in her private parts gradually spread throughout her body. Her honeypot
became increasingly lubricated and juicy. Her shapely, long legs involuntarily clamped around my strong waist, making it
easier for me to play with her honeypot. The physical pleasure caused her to secrete more and more fluid, finally
filling my massive penis completely and gradually overflowing from her body. As the massive penis relentlessly thrust in and out, Mei Yu's
secretions were squeezed out of her honeyed orifice, slowly flowing onto her long, purple stockings,
overlapping with the dried stains left on them earlier.
These thin purple stockings were personally selected and brought back by her husband in France; they were his favorite deep
purple and quite expensive. Yang Xiaopeng had hoped to leave traces of their blissful moments on these stockings
to enhance their marital intimacy. Who knew that his son-in-law would enjoy them first? Meanwhile, the
honeyed orifice that originally belonged to Yang Xiaopeng was now continuously secreting its own fluids for the young man's penis, constantly
splattering its secretions onto her stockinged legs.
The purple stockings, like a thin mist, enveloped most of her long, slender legs. Unfortunately,
a few milky-white stains stained the base of the stockings, clearly from the honey-like secretions of Mei Yu's genitals
. Upon closer inspection, these milky-white stains resembled flower petals imprinted on the stockings, appearing incredibly
beautiful yet carrying a hint of eroticism.
At this moment, I was like a tireless juicer, relentlessly extracting from Mei Yu's plump, slippery honeypot,
squeezing out countless drops of crystal-clear spring water. Each time my thick, long penis forcefully thrust deep into her honeypot,
a strange "gurgling" sound would emanate from the tight, slippery flower path.
The abundant nectar secreted from her flower path was splashed everywhere by my massive penis, covering Mei Yu's plump, smooth
, peach-shaped white buttocks. Mei Yu's secretions clung to my thick, long penis, and copious amounts of spring water flowed
slowly down the shaft to my testicles.
Each time my testicles collided with her peach-shaped white buttocks, a long, unbroken thread of sticky fluid would be pulled between my two iron-egg-like testicles and the smooth, white flesh
, like the sticky fluid pulled by a spider's long legs—transparent, delicate, and
unbreakable.
The speed of my penis thrusting in and out of her honeyed cave gradually increased, and her flower path constantly emitted "gurgling...gurgling...gurgling
" sounds—the sound of my massive penis churning in her spring-filled honey cave, sounding extremely lewd.
Hearing this, Mei Yu's cheeks flushed crimson, filled with shame and indignation, feeling utterly ashamed. A wave
of pleasure washed over her, and the intense lust made Mei Yu unable to hold back her lips any longer, moaning incessantly, "Eek..."
Mei Yu's soft moans, violated by my massive penis, were filled with seductive allure. Her starry eyes were half-closed, her thin red lips
slightly parted, her breathing rapid, and her porcelain-white body trembled and moaned under the stimulation of the young man's penis. Her
delicate, white body, like a sculpted jade, was flushed with a rosy hue, and her two slender, sweat-drenched legs appeared
incredibly lascivious.
Clearly, with just a few more hard thrusts, Mei Yu would reach her long-awaited climax, releasing her pent-up
lust. But at this crucial moment, I suddenly stopped thrusting, withdrew my massive penis, and looked at Mei
Yu with a slightly mocking gaze, remaining silent.
Mei Yu, who had reached the edge of climax, felt a sudden emptiness inside her; the penis that had given her such intense pleasure in her honeypot
had suddenly vanished without a trace. The intense desire that had been building up in her lower body, ready to burst forth, felt as
if it had been drained, unable to be released. That primal instinct, desperately craving release, tormented Mei Yu, leaving her
unbearably thirsty and frustrated. Her tender, juicy vulva seemed to be grasping at something, but had nowhere to attach, only
twitching and contracting in the air.
Her heart-shaped, snowy buttocks were now covered in sweat and vaginal fluid, her glossy, white lower body appearing
exceptionally smooth and translucent, radiating a fleshy glow. She felt as if ants were gnawing at her vulva, an unbearable itching, wishing for
a thick, large penis to help her release and relieve the itch. The torment of desire was driving Mei Yu to the brink of mental collapse
. Every cell and nerve in her body was screaming with intense thirst.
At this moment, Mei Yu's mind was a complete blank. She had completely forgotten her husband of many years, her
status as a mother, and even the identity of the man before her. Morality, reality, and female modesty
had all been cast aside, leaving only the instincts of a female animal in heat.
Mei Yu blushed and swayed her heart-shaped, white, snowy buttocks towards me in a pleading manner, hoping I would
re-insert my life-saving penis into her, allowing her to release her pent-up climax.
Unfortunately, I just stared at her coldly, without any reaction. I still held Mei Yu's pair of slender, white
legs, maintaining her humiliating and embarrassing rear-entry position.
"You... come in, come in..." After waiting for a long time and seeing no reaction, Mei Yu blushed and timidly
spoke, swaying her heart-shaped buttocks slightly towards me again.
"Weren't you very reluctant before? You not only slapped me, but also called me a disgusting
hooligan. How could a hooligan like me enter your elegant and noble place?"
"Besides, didn't you say that I couldn't possibly understand the depth of your feelings for Yang Xiaopeng? You love your family so much,
how could you want another man to sleep with you?"
I said sarcastically in a victorious tone, my restless, huge penis teasingly at the entrance of Mei Yu's honey pot
.
Hearing me mention her husband, Mei Yu's face turned pale, her hazy eyes gradually clearing, as if
she had been suddenly awakened from a dream and returned to cruel reality. Hearing the familiar name Yang Xiaopeng, Mei Yu suddenly
remembered her husband in the nearby prison, and felt immense guilt.
Mei Yu shed tears of remorse in endless self-reproach. Thinking of her status and her
previous infidelity, her guilt intensified. Mei Yu suddenly felt she had no
way out. She could never go back to who she was before—the noble woman whom countless men adored and revered like a goddess
. A thought of self-abandonment and self-punishment surfaced in Mei Yu's mind.
Observing Mei Yu's expression carefully, I saw that she was pale, her expression filled with regret and guilt. I knew that this
was a crucial moment. Mei Yu was currently struggling with her inner demons. Her innate physical instincts and her
rational thinking, cultivated over many years, were fighting and entangled with each other, and the conflict was intensifying. At this moment, if I added fuel to the
fire and delivered the final blow, I could completely shatter her inner moral compass, make her abandon all restraint and
hesitation, and open her body and heart completely, plunging her into the abyss of desire.
So I did just that. I grabbed her two long, white, slender thighs with both hands, lifted her
body up into the air, and thrust my long-awaited, thick penis into her already slightly
swollen, red vulva. The insertion was deep and forceful, reaching right into her deep, juicy flower garden. The
domineering force of the insertion caught Mei Yu off guard; she was almost breathless from the impact of this enormous thing, and
couldn't help but let out a long, soft cry.
"Ah..."
Mei Yu's vulva, full of secretions, suddenly came alive, energetically enveloping the thick penis. Her body, which had been
empty for some time, was rekindled with desire. Her thirsty flower path suddenly felt incredibly full, and
every cell in her body was filled with joyful cheers. Just as her desire was on the verge of reigniting, I deliberately didn't let
her be satisfied immediately. Instead, I slowly withdrew my huge penis, which had been entangled with her tender flesh, and looked at
the beauty in my arms with a half-smile. Only the large, purplish-red glans of my penis remained, gently grinding against the entrance of her honey hole.
I deliberately tormented Mei Yu, and my hot penis continued to tease her tender clitoris. Like playing with a
pet dog, I kept teasing Mei Yu. The torment of lust, the
feeling of desire that could not be released, tormented her to the point of almost going crazy.
"Gao Yan, please..."
"Mei, as long as you say it, I will give it to you." I looked at her expressionlessly, but my words were extremely gentle
and tempting.
Mei Yu was almost in tears from the torment. The intense hunger emanating from her body told her how desperately she needed
my enormous penis. Mei Yu struggled, her thoughts becoming chaotic. Finally, her reason was
overcome by lust, and she plunged into the abyss of desire.
In that instant, she forgot her beloved husband, her once happy family, her
precious daughter… After a moment of silence, Mei Yu glanced at me shyly and embarrassedly,
saying, “Ugh… I don’t want to… I really can’t say it, I… I can’t hold back anymore, give it to
me quickly… Ugh.” Mei Yu seemed to have lost her mind, completely broken, crying and babbling incoherently
as she gently swayed her heart-shaped buttocks, trying to push the glans lingering at the entrance of her honeyed orifice deeper, begging for that
enormous penis that she both hated and loved to enter.
"I absolutely won't satisfy you unless you say it! Be good, baby, listen to me. Just say 'please,' and I'll
let you be completely released!" I said seductively in a devilish voice, gently rubbing my large glans against the pink and tender clitoris between Mei Yu's petals
. The mushroom-like shaft made Mei Yu tremble with pleasure.
My dreamlike words made Mei Yu, whose mind was already in disarray, unconsciously sink into depravity. Mei Yu was
like a hypnotist at this moment, completely abandoning her unique feminine reserve. Following my words, she said softly with infinite shyness:
"Gao Yan, please... give... me... your..." Her words were so soft that they were like a mosquito's hum, and by the end, her voice was
almost inaudible.
That word "please" made Mei Yu feel ashamed beyond measure. The deep sense of humiliation made her shed tears of shame,
but her body seemed to lighten, and deep inside, it was as if some boundary had been broken, and her mentality had become a little different from before.
When Mei Yu uttered the first sentence as I demanded, it was as if she had broken free of some shackles, finally finding liberation.
At that moment, she was no longer restrained; in the torment of lust, her eyes gleamed with desire as she looked at me. The
humiliating word that came from Mei Yu's mouth, the utterly humiliated and trampled shame in her words,
almost instantly brought Mei Yu to orgasm!
"Haha… Mei, you begged me to fuck you, you know!" I laughed smugly, my tone brimming with…
His smug pride vanished as he watched this usually aloof and rational noblewoman grovel before him, his arrogance
and self-esteem soaring to their peak.
Having achieved his goal, he didn't linger any longer. Satisfied, he rubbed his enormous penis against Mei Yu's plump
, tender vulva a couple of times before thrusting it deep inside, penetrating to
the very end.
"Ah..." Mei Yu trembled, letting out a groan of boundless satisfaction. Her lower body, as if reborn,
writhed and enveloped the thick, long penis tightly within.
The narrow room was once again filled with the warmth of spring.
The visiting room at Yanhu Villa was spacious enough, so the prison guards working there had quite good conditions, although the newly
painted walls still retained the smell of the construction materials. The prison guards didn't seem to care much. They were
quite satisfied with their positions; they rarely interacted with inmates, mainly arranging meetings between them
and visiting families—a comfortable job in prison. Moreover, Yanhushanzhuang Prison
wasn't long established, and there weren't many visiting families, usually only about seven or eight a day, so
they were mostly idle.
There were four guards working there, a perfect combination of three men and one woman. The only female guard
had joined after graduating from university; she was quite beautiful among women in uniform, and her youth made her
very lively, making her very popular in the prison environment where there were many guards and few women. The other three male guards would often
fawn over her, and she contentedly enjoyed being admired.
It was already 3:30 PM, and the visiting hall was almost empty. Several male guards were gathered with
the female guards, chatting and gossiping. Their conversation consisted mainly of everyday matters within the prison, rumors, and gossip—
someone was particularly good at flattering superiors, others were having affairs, and there were occasional
complaints about their work.
To be fair, their workload wasn't heavy. Yanhushanzhuang Prison had been renovated to the latest standards,
with all equipment modern and automated. Except for the visiting room and toilets, cameras and surveillance equipment were installed everywhere
, making it impossible for anything to go wrong. However, no major incidents were likely to occur in this kind of prison, because
the inmates who could serve their sentences here were all important figures with a certain social standing. Serving their sentences here meant they were
only one step away from being released, so no one would risk anything by playing any tricks. Besides, the environment here
was similar to a sanatorium; working here was like a vacation.
As they talked, the guards shifted their topic to their assigned inmates. The prison guards' attitudes towards these special prisoners
were clearly divided. The female guards felt these prisoners were generally polite,
not unpleasant in appearance or speech, and relatively easy to manage; overall, they were quite popular.
"Take that prisoner today, for example," one female guard described, slightly infatuated. "Don't let his age fool you; his spirit, his demeanor, his
manners—it's so charming, and he's handsome too. If he were younger, I wonder how many women would be attracted to him."
For girls of this age, men with a certain social experience and status
were more attractive.
"Xiao Ye, you haven't fallen for that older man, have you? He's been sentenced, you know," a young male guard
said, somewhat jealously.
"I know him, isn't he Yang Xiaopeng? The chairman of Dongjian Group, a department-level cadre, originally
a handsome and wealthy middle-aged man, but he's already been sentenced, and now he's one of our targets."
"But, I heard he was framed. There were a lot of rumors online saying that Yang Xiaopeng was blocking
the path to wealth for Huaihai's richest man, so they found something to imprison him."
"Shh..." An older, more mature-looking male police officer quickly waved his hand. He blinked,
looked around mysteriously, and said,
"Do you know the family of Huaihai's richest man? This matter concerns our livelihoods, be careful, walls have ears."
As soon as he said this, the young men quickly understood the implication, and they all immediately shut their mouths tightly,
glancing rather awkwardly at the corner of the camera, as if afraid of being recorded.
After a moment of silence, it was the policewoman Xiao Ye who couldn't hold back any longer and asked first, "Brother Cui, are you saying that
's true? Yang Xiaopeng really didn't commit those crimes?"
"Well, only they themselves know that. Which of these people who are well-connected in China doesn't have
something on others that they can't touch? It's just that you're in a worse position, and if they want to find fault with you, what can you do?"
The experienced policeman called Brother Cui said vividly.
"You know, all those people locked up here are incredibly capable. Prisons like this are just for
them. Besides restricting their freedom, what's the difference between this and a hotel? When they get out in a couple of years,
they'll be back to being high-rollers."
Brother Cui's theory sounded very convincing, and the young prison guards all looked enlightened
. Only Xiao Ye seemed confused. She asked again, "Didn't they have their
illegal gains confiscated when they were sentenced? They'll have to start all over again when they get out, right?"
"Hehe, you don't understand." Seeing the usually arrogant Xiao Ye now
looking at him intently with a convinced expression, Brother Cui's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he continued
speaking rapidly.
"These are all shrewd people. Before they committed crimes, they had already transferred and laundered their assets, or
sent their wives and children overseas. Once they've served their sentences, they'll go straight there to enjoy their money
. Who's going to start from scratch with you?"
Brother Cui became more and more excited as he spoke, even gesturing wildly. His words opened the eyes of these inexperienced young people
, and Xiao Ye listened with shining eyes, looking thoughtful.
"I was wondering why so few of these officials' families came to visit them after they came here. Turns out they've all become foreigners
," a male police officer said, shaking his head.
"That's for safety reasons, to prevent people from following the trail. Many of them divorced their wives before they got into trouble.
They just endured it for a few years, understand?" Brother Cui replied somewhat dismissively, as if the question was too...
" How naive.
" "Yeah, it's rare to see someone's wife and kids visiting today. Yang Xiaopeng must be quite clean-cut
."
"Xiao Ye, were those Yang Xiaopeng's wife and kids visiting this afternoon?"
"Yeah, I saw their IDs. His daughter is about my age."
"Wow, no way. His daughter is so beautiful, she's almost as tall as a model. Can you check for me
if she's married? Does she have a boyfriend?"
"Go away, stop bothering me." Xiao Ye said somewhat displeased. Women are always more likely to
feel hostility towards other women who are more outstanding than themselves, especially when it comes to appearance.
"She already has a boyfriend. Didn't you see that tall, handsome, and rich guy who came with her? You
couldn't afford his leather jacket with a year's salary. Stop daydreaming."
"I was just asking, I didn't say anything..." The male police officer was quite
embarrassed by Xiao Ye's words. He scratched his head and mumbled a few words, his voice barely audible.
"I think his wife is more beautiful. Although she's much older, her features and figure are just as stunning as
her daughter's. She has such a refined and elegant air."
"Yes, I've seen many wives of high-ranking officials. While some are very well-maintained and beautiful, they're all
arrogant and haughty, unlike her… how should I put it?"
"Humble yet dignified."
"Right, right, that's exactly it. She just glanced at me, and I immediately straightened up, afraid of
showing her the slightest disrespect."
"Hmm, I know what you mean."
"Oh, Xiao Zhou, how do you know her?"
"Yes, she's a law professor at Soochow University. When I was a student, I attended one of her lectures
. From beginning to end, not a single person left; everyone was completely captivated. At
Soochow University, everyone calls her the 'Goddess of Justice.'"
"Tsk tsk, no wonder she's so intellectual and elegant, a highly educated woman. It's just a pity her husband got into
trouble, dragging such a beauty down with him."
"Tell me, what was she doing staying inside for almost an hour to visit her husband?"
"What?"
"Really?" "You think that meeting room they went into earlier, called a 'couples' room, 　　' was just like a hotel suite
except for the lack of a shower? We're all adults, surely we know that?" 　　"Isn't society now advocating for humane management? Even prisoners have their needs. Our 　　prison is a five-star standard, that's called being in line with international standards, understand?" 　　"I was wondering why the professor came out looking even 　　more radiant and fragrant than before. Turns out she got some comfort from a man." 　　"Don't talk nonsense, they're a legally married couple." 　　"Heartbroken, aren't you? Xiao Zhou, why don't you go clean that room, roll around on the sheets where the goddess once slept 　　, and personally feel her scent?" 　　"You…" 　　"Okay, okay, can you guys stop being so disgusting? I'll get angry if you keep talking." Xiao Ye couldn't take it anymore 　　. Seeing the girl's displeased expression, the male police officers quickly shut their mouths. Although they quickly changed 　　the subject, it was obvious that they were all somewhat distracted. 　　Although the men didn't say anything, their minds were still wandering from the previous conversation. Each of them 　　couldn't help but fantasize about that intelligent, elegant, and extraordinary beautiful woman, fantasizing about 　　the flesh beneath her high-end wool coat, and the scene of her rolling around and making love with a man on the bed in the visiting room... 　　But the male prison guards could never have imagined that the noble and beautiful woman they were fantasizing about was right there 　　in the women's restroom not far from them, her slippery and wet lower body exposed, sitting on a man's lap, swaying back and 　　forth, while her honey hole with its rosy petals and tight passage was opening and closing, swallowing and releasing the man's 　　thick and long penis. 　　They would never know that the man sitting between the beautiful woman's legs was the 　　young man who had come with her earlier, the one they assumed was the long-legged beauty's boyfriend. According to common social norms 　　, the beautiful woman should be this young man's mother-in-law, and at this moment, the young man's vigorous, long penis was 　　thrusting in and out of his mature, beautiful mother-in-law's body. 　　They also would never know that at this moment, the beautiful woman's smooth, delicate vulva was not only 　　constantly splashing clear fluid secreted from her clitoris onto the man's hairy thighs with the thrusting of that thick, long penis, but that clear secretion 　　contained not only the beautiful woman's own vaginal fluids, but also the thick, white fluid the young man had recently ejaculated inside her 　　, and remnants of the previous penis inside her vagina. 　　The toilet in the women's restroom was newly installed, so it was relatively clean and tidy. The man's jeans were pulled up 　　to his knees, revealing his two hairy thighs, which were slightly parted, forming an uncomfortable cushion. 　　The beautiful woman, however, sat with her long legs spread apart on the man's lap. 　　Her nude cashmere coat still looked neat, and the long 　　hem completely covered the area where her lower body met the man's. Only two 　　slender legs encased in sheer purple stockings could be seen below the hem. Those long, jade-like legs were encased in 7-centimeter nude pointed-toe 　　stilettos. Judging from the slight clenching of her crescent-shaped arches and the occasional swaying of her shapely calves 　　, she was using the force of her legs to propel her body up and down on the man's lap 　　. 　　Her shoulder-length hair, secured with a milky-white ivory headband, swayed with each swing of her head. The brown-toned 　　strands were as smooth and lustrous as fine silk, flowing 　　gracefully with the rise and fall of her body. From the side, two white jade earrings with gold trim peeked out from beneath her smooth, white earlobes 　　, occasionally slipping out from under the flowing strands. Combined with her exquisitely beautiful oval face, porcelain-white 　　skin, slightly furrowed, arched eyebrows, and parted, thin red lips, every feature exuded a noble and elegant aura.

Her usual composed demeanor was now flushed with a passionate blush, a
stark contrast that only heightened the arousal.
Following her slender, porcelain-white neck down, two delicate collarbones nestled
between her snow-white breasts. A fine nude wool coat perfectly accentuated her slender figure, the
wide lapels creating a V-neck that subtly revealed the outline of a deep purple bra underneath. A nude
belt cinched her incredibly thin waist, and the long skirt cascaded down to her upper thighs.
Up to the hem of her wool coat, her upper body perfectly embodied the qualities of a refined socialite—
dignified, elegant, and noble. However, beneath the coat's hem lay two long, slender legs,
encased in sheer, deep purple stockings, as alluring as two sections of colored white lotus root. Her delicate, water
lily-like feet were clad in nude pointed-toe shoes with 7-centimeter stiletto heels. The stunning length of her
legs, combined with the heel height, allowed her to sit comfortably on the man's lap.
However, her beautiful legs were spread apart in a rather unseemly manner, and she wasn't fully seated on his lap; there was a small gap between her buttocks and his thighs, a gap that widened and 　　narrowed with each rise and fall of
her body.
Occasionally, peeking through the gap in the hem of her woolen coat, one could vaguely
see the base of her white, lotus-root-like thighs. Deep purple stockings were tied to garters above her abdomen with matching lace straps
, revealing a full, snow-white mound. Below a few sparse, soft pubic hairs, her vulva
opened like flower petals, and a massive penis, as thick as a child's arm, was inserted inside.
As the woman lifted her body, the enormous penis gradually emerged. Although a
condom was covering it, its astonishing size and length were still evident. The thin condom was stretched to
its limit, but a small portion of the shaft still protruded, raising concerns about whether it would slip off. The condom
was covered in white secretions and glistening vaginal fluid, indicating that the couple had been in intercourse for some
time.
Because of the sitting posture, the man basically didn't move. He simply pulled his pants and underwear down to his feet and
sat down, leaving everything else to the woman. Her movements weren't very vigorous, because
the man's penis was so long. Even when she tried to lift her buttocks, the large glans
was still inside her. If she sat down completely, the entire shaft would force its way into her
vagina, making it hard to breathe.
She could only half-suspend her body, trying to keep her buttocks from touching the ground, and maintaining this position while moving
the penis up and down. This position undoubtedly increased the burden on her body.
It was already difficult enough for her vagina to contain such a large shaft; having to guard against its full insertion made her waist float in the air, further
straining her legs. Therefore, her legs, clad in 7-centimeter nude stiletto heels and purple silk stockings, were already
trembling slightly.
Despite this, the woman's face revealed a look of pleasure. She slightly narrowed her alluring phoenix eyes, her thin, bright
red lips parted slightly, her expression like that of a drug addict experiencing the effects of drugs.
The man sitting on the toilet seat had one hand hidden under the hem of his nude wool coat. Only the woman knew that his large hand was moving over
her smooth, slippery lower body. As his rough fingers slid across her smooth, white abdomen, the
ticklish sensation, penetrating her skin, echoed the powerful penis inside her, further arousing her and causing
her to tremble.
The man's other hand reached up, his movements gentle yet possessing an irresistible force.
The woman obediently tilted her head back, and before she could even open her slightly closed phoenix eyes, a hot, thick
tongue had already reached in. The man's tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, irresistibly penetrating her tight,
moist mouth, entwining with her delicate tongue.
The man's kiss was passionate and domineering, his large tongue seemingly conquering every inch of the woman's mouth,
sweeping over every corner and savoring her saliva. Provoked by him, the woman
began to respond to his tongue, their tongues locked in a tireless battle, like two snakes, one large and one small,
dancing.
Although the position was somewhat awkward, the woman still appeared elegant. Her shoulder-length, brown-toned hair
was casually swept behind her head, revealing a face even more delicate and alluring. A square
jade earring with gold trim adorned her white earlobes, emitting a soft glow, contrasting with her parted, bright red lips and the occasional
glimpse of her rosy cheeks, creating a beauty that was both sacred and erotic.
At the point where their lower bodies were joined, her rosy, flower-like vulva continued to swallow and release the man's enormous penis,
though the woman's movements had noticeably slowed. She would occasionally steady her lower body, gently swaying her heart-shaped buttocks,
letting the thick, long penis stir within her vaginal canal, allowing every inch of the tender flesh to experience that robust
sensation. The rubbing of that large penis sent waves of electric-like pleasure through her body.
If her mouth weren't stuffed with the man's tongue, she would surely have groaned, but at this moment, only one distinct sound filled the room : the " 　　pop" sound of a cork being opened, echoing softly in the empty bathroom
, emanating from their joined bodies . 　　The wall clock struck around 4 p.m., and the prison guards, having worked a long day, were starting to get impatient. 　　Female guard Xiao Ye had already begun packing magazines and snacks into her bag, while the male guards paced restlessly, 　　their minds preoccupied with the food in the mess hall later. 　　Just then, the doorbell rang at the entrance to the visiting room next door. Xiao Ye pressed the button in front of her, and 　　the stainless steel door slid open. A tall, long-haired woman wearing a white beanie emerged. 　　The man she was supporting, though dressed in prison uniform, possessed a tall stature and well-proportioned physique, clearly indicating he had once held a high position. His 　　slightly graying hair was combed back, and although the wrinkles on his face, framed by gold-rimmed glasses, were quite noticeable, 　　it was still clear he had been a handsome man in his youth. Furthermore, his features bore a resemblance to the young woman beside him.

In fact, they were indeed a father and daughter.
After the prison guards completed the required checks, the man looked at his daughter with affection before
being escorted to the cell block. The long-haired beauty watched her father's figure disappear, then turned and walked out of the iron bars,
a look of confusion on her face
. She seemed unsure of what to do, as she hadn't seen the expected figures. "Excuse me, could you tell me?" she said, turning back to the visiting area and asking through the iron bars.
"Do you know where those two people who were here earlier went?"
The prison guard she asked was Xiao Zhou. He had seen his beloved long-haired beauty so close, her
exquisite face clearly visible, and the kind words emanating from her soft pink lips making his heart race
.
"I... I'm not really sure..." Although Xiao Zhou desperately wanted to help, he genuinely couldn't remember
where the two had gone. It seemed they had vanished before they got into their lively conversation.
"Oh, thank you." Although somewhat disappointed, Yang Naijin still politely gave Xiao Zhou a smile,
a smile as radiant as a blooming flower that dazzled him.
When he came to his senses, the tall, long-haired beauty had already turned and walked away, her faint fragrance seemingly lingering in the air
. Xiao Zhou closed his eyes, lost in thought.
He didn't see that as the long-haired beauty turned, her high, arched eyebrows furrowed slightly,
her white teeth lightly biting her lower lip, a hint of displeasure on her face.
And the direction her long legs, clad in gold-ringed ankle-high pointed boots, took her towards
the restroom 100 meters away.
The sun was already setting, the light in the restroom dimmed, and a
scent tinged with sexual secretions flowed through the narrow space, mixed with a faint, cool fragrance. The man and woman sitting on the toilet seat didn't stop their actions. Their genitals 　　remained tightly
joined , though the already strained rubber sheath 　　had slipped up a few inches after their vigorous activity, revealing more of the purplish-red shaft. Both the man's penis and the woman's vulva 　　were covered in white secretions and vaginal fluid, a testament to their intense carnal ecstasy. 　　But soon, footsteps interrupted our rhythm. Hearing the sound of shoes approaching 　　, I quickly became alert. 　　Who could it be? Judging from the sound of the heels, it was a woman. What did she want? My mind 　　raced. Although I was hiding in the side room and had closed the door, we had been so 　　engrossed in our lovemaking that the room reeked of that kind of thing. I wondered if anyone outside would notice. 　　Before Mei Yu could react, I quickly withdrew my hand from under her coat and whispered something in her ear. 　　Although I was still immersed in the tide of passion a moment ago, Mei Yu sobered up the next second. She stopped swaying her 　　snowy buttocks, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she looked at me with some worry. 　　I shook my head and gave her a reassuring look. The sound of footsteps reached the door in the blink of an eye, and it was too 　　late for me to back out. We could only improvise at this moment. 　　In the blink of an eye, the footsteps became clearer and clearer, and they had entered the bathroom. I quickly grabbed Mei Yu's 　　white, lotus-root-like thighs and lifted her two slender legs to prevent people outside from seeing that there were two 　　people inside. 　　"Mmm..." Mei Yu tried her best to hold back, but a soft moan still escaped from her lips. I then realized that 　　because I had held her legs and lifted them into the air, Mei Yu's entire body weight had been tilted backward, and 　　her heart-shaped white buttocks, visible beneath the hem of her wool coat, were the first to be affected. 　　Sitting down like this was tantamount to actively taking the man's entire penis into her body. As her soft, white 　　buttocks pressed against the man's hairy thighs, an indescribable feeling of fullness spread from her vaginal canal 　　. Mei Yu's efforts of nearly half an hour were instantly in vain. The man's thick, long, and powerful penis mercilessly 　　thrust to its apex, not only squeezing the entire glans inside, but also taking in a section of the shaft. 　　She felt as if she were strung on that giant penis; this almost bursting feeling was unbearable for Mei Yu 　　. The man's penis pressed hard against the walls of her vagina, as if trying to pierce her body. 　　The feeling of being completely occupied made it almost impossible for Mei Yu to breathe. But she couldn't adjust her position 　　because my hands were gripping her long legs tightly. In that position, even moving her hips was difficult, let alone 　　breaking free from the man's grasp. 　　Besides, she didn't dare exert too much force at that moment, because the sound of the heels outside had stopped near the door 　　. She was afraid her movements would disturb the person outside, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it. But she hadn't anticipated 　　the destructive power of that huge penis. Although her body didn't move, the tender flesh of her vaginal walls 　　involuntarily rolled and sucked on the huge penis. This reaction made it swell even more, which in turn 　　caused her discomfort. 　　Mei Yu felt a churning sensation in her vagina, like countless tiny ants scurrying and biting 　　. The tingling, itchy feeling was both maddening and incredibly stimulating and pleasurable. The sensation seemed 　　to travel up the walls of her vagina, from where the man's large penis was pressing against her, all the way to her lower abdomen, making it ache and 　　swell, as if something had been pierced. Her vagina was constantly secreting fluids, and Mei 　　Yu could clearly feel a large wet patch where her buttocks met the man's thigh. 　　Despite this, Mei Yu maintained immense restraint, not uttering a sound, only her 　　two purple-silk-clad legs, raised in the air, trembling slightly. But the person outside didn't leave immediately; instead, they opened 　　the door to the next room, and we heard the sound of the toilet seat being lifted, as if they were also using the restroom. 　　We exchanged a glance, feeling much more relaxed. Since they were using the restroom, things would be easier. We 　　just needed to wait for the other person to finish and leave; no one stays in the bathroom forever, unless they're having an 　　affair like us. 　　However, what happened next was somewhat beyond our control. A pleasant melody 　　started playing, though it was a little soft, I was sure it was coming from our room.

"Quick, get me my phone." Mei Yu's voice was low but urgent; her face had turned
deathly pale, and she was desperately reaching back to grab something.
I reacted instantly, quickly letting go of one hand and turning to grab the small black lambskin Kelly bag.
This bag had been on the water tank since we came in, and I hadn't paid any attention to it, nor had I considered
the phone inside, much less expected it to ring at this moment.
Mei Yu's slender, white fingers frantically opened the phone's flip cover. The small, exquisite Samsung phone's
LCD screen displayed Yang Naijin's sweet smiling face. Mei Yu quickly answered the call and held the phone to her ear
.
Although she lowered her voice, I was so close that I heard their conversation
clearly.
"Mom, where are you? I can't find you," Yang Naijin said.
"I wasn't feeling well just now, I'm in the bathroom," Mei Yu said, trying to soften her tone, but her beautiful
face betrayed a desperate attempt to suppress something.
I had lifted her legs again, and that annoyingly large penis was once again filling her lower body completely
, bringing back that suffocating feeling. I was even adding fuel to the fire by thrusting
my hips upwards slowly but powerfully. "Ah, you're in that bathroom too? I'm in the next stall," Yang Naijin 　　said excitedly
, as if she had discovered something . 　　As if confirming her statement, a knocking sound immediately came from the wooden plank next door. Mei Yu and I were both 　　surprised; we hadn't expected that the person who had just entered the next room was Yang Naijin. Luckily, Mei Yu had 　　told the truth that she was in the toilet, otherwise the young girl might have found out, which would have been troublesome. 　　Even so, Mei Yu calmly continued her conversation with her daughter, but I paid no heed to 　　my girlfriend separated by a wall, continuing to thrust my penis upwards again and again, the force and depth gradually increasing. 　　Mei Yu was in unbearable agony. She had to maintain a normal conversation with her daughter, afraid of making any 　　noise that might disturb her, while simultaneously enduring the unbridled invasion of my enormous penis. Yet, she was powerless against me 　　. This was not only due to the disparity in our strength, but also because her own body was completely out of her control. Her vagina and 　　uterus were churning violently, every cell seemingly wanting to come alive, dancing and leaping, embracing 　　my massive penis. 　　All Mei Yu could do was hold the phone to her ear with one hand and grip my thigh tightly with the other 　　. Her long, jade-petal-like nails dug deep into the flesh of my thigh, but I didn't 　　care at all, because my huge penis was fighting with the honeyed flesh in her flower path. This position couldn't make violent 　　thrusting, but it amplified the sensation of every inch of my penis. Mei Yu's already extremely tight flower path was now 　　like it had countless suction cups, clinging tightly to my penis. A large number of rich and sensitive folds of flesh scraped 　　against it, and I could feel it even through a thin layer of rubber. 　　But Yang Naijin on the other end of the phone didn't consider her mother's awkward situation. She 　　chatted with her mother as energetically as ever, completely unaware that her mother, just a wall away, was sitting between a man's legs, her two 　　slender legs, covered in purple stockings, were raised and spread apart by the man. Her white, slippery lower body was completely naked 　　, and her rosy vulva was stretched to its limit. The man's thick, strong penis was tirelessly 　　moving in and out inside. The bulging veins on the huge penis were faintly visible under the condom covered in white secretions. With 　　the man's penis slowly but powerfully thrusting in and out, her mother's tender vulva became engorged and swollen, and a large amount of clear 　　nectar overflowed from it, dripping onto the toilet seat below and flowing to the ground, forming 　　a clear pool. 　　The scene of him having intercourse with me while talking to his daughter, with his daughter right next door, was incredibly bizarre 　　and lewd. Mei Yu had never been in such a situation before, but it greatly amplified the sensory stimulation. 　　Her body was uncontrollably taken over by her senses. She felt as if her lower body was being ironed by an electric current, 　　with sweet and pleasurable sensations flowing through her. Her previously slightly itchy lower abdomen was now calm, and everything 　　revolved around the pulse of the man's huge penis. 　　She felt a lack of oxygen in her brain, and her usually sharp thinking became sluggish, while 　　her lower body sensations were infinitely amplified, as if all the blood in her body was flowing there. Her consciousness 　　became somewhat blurred, so much so that her voice became soft and weak, and her conversation with her daughter gradually became fragmented, sometimes 　　only able to respond with interjections like "um" and "uh." 　　Yang Naijin clearly hadn't noticed the inexplicable hint of tenderness in her mother's usually cold voice. As she spoke, 　　she asked, "Mom, do you know where Gao Yan went? I've been calling him, but no one's 　　answering." This question left Mei Yu momentarily speechless. She was currently sitting on her daughter's boyfriend's lap 　　, her smooth, slippery lower body containing the young man's penis, which was being constantly swallowed and enveloped 　　. This immoral act filled her with immense shame, but she couldn't openly express her situation, so she could only 　　vaguely... She mumbled a reply, "Um... well... before I came in, he was still in the living room, probably went out for a smoke 　　." 　　Yang Naijin on the other end of the phone didn't suspect anything; she just said "oh" and moved on to the next topic 　　. But Mei Yu on this end of the phone wasn't so relaxed, because at that moment, I suddenly 　　thrust upwards with great force. The impact was heavy and powerful; the large glans pierced through her flower garden. Mei Yu felt like her 　　heart was about to burst out of her chest. She couldn't hold back any longer and let out a soft, trembling moan. 　　"Mom, are you alright?" Yang Naijin only then noticed her mother's abnormality and asked anxiously. 　　"No, I'm fine, I'll be alright soon. You go find Gao Yan first." Mei Yu didn't care about the man's actions anymore; 　　she stammered and tried to cover it up with her words. 　　Even so, Yang Naijin didn't suspect anything and obediently agreed. Then came 　　the sound of running water from next door. The girl quickly tidied herself up, opened the door, washed her hands, and went out.

As the sound of Yang Naijin's heels fading into the distance, the sexual activity in the bathroom didn't stop; instead, it intensified
.
Mei Yu was too weak to say anything more. She covered her mouth with her slender, white hand, suppressing her
almost uncontrollable moans. Her delicate, daffodil-petal-like fingers trembled as she fumbled on her phone for a long time before finally pressing
the power button.
After doing this, she was too weak to put the phone back in her bag,
overwhelmed by the tidal wave of pleasure emanating from her lower body. She couldn't control her body; from her fingers to her lips to her toes
, she was paralyzed. She collapsed into my arms like limp mud, her vaginal walls and tender flesh convulsing violently,
gushing forth copious amounts of nectar.
With a "snap," the small, exquisite Samsung phone slid to the floor. The screen, which had just opened, displayed
a conversation that had just ended. A girl's smiling face graced the high-resolution LCD screen, and the nickname below read "Baby
Jin'er," suggesting a very close relationship between the girl and the phone's owner.
A drop of clear liquid fell onto the screen. The liquid, as clear as a tear, carried a unique
fragrance, as if freshly secreted and still warm with moisture, quickly
obscuring the name on the screen.
Following the direction of the droplet upwards, a slender, beautiful woman sat on a man's lap. Her
shoulder-length, brown-toned hair was neatly tied back with an ivory headband. Her phoenix eyes were half-open, half-closed, and her thin lips were a deep,
blood-red.
She wore a nude-colored wool coat that exuded luxury, but the hem was lifted high, revealing
her completely naked lower body. A purple lace garter belt pierced her smooth, flat abdomen, revealing
her porcelain-white, heart-shaped buttocks and slender, perfectly proportioned thighs.
Her long, slender legs were encased in sheer, dark purple stockings, and her delicate, crescent-shaped feet
were adorned with nude-colored pointed-toe shoes with 7-centimeter stiletto heels. The pointed toes of the shoes and the heel hanging from her left knee
were parted by a man's arms, her jade-like calves held wide apart to their limit. This position, resembling a little
girl being forced to urinate, made this beautiful woman, whose appearance and demeanor were incomparably noble, appear extremely lewd and erotic.
Between her legs, beneath a few sparse strands of pubic hair, on the white mound of her vulva, her petal-like lips were
swollen and red, yet still held a thick, large male penis. Judging from
the relaxation of the two large testicles beneath the dark penis, the man had ejaculated.
His massive penis still maintained its imposing virility, tightly holding the woman's ravaged vulva
, yet it couldn't stop a large amount of white secretions and clear fluid from flowing from their point of contact,
dripping down from her testicles.
Drop after drop of fluid continued to drip, forming a puddle on the LCD screen.
The smile of the beautiful girl on the screen was somewhat blurred, but the name on it remained clear, as if mocking
everything that had happened inside.
As the sun set, by the time I reached the pier, Yang Naijin was already quite impatient. She playfully
punched me a few times with her small fists, threatening to throw away my cigarettes. I laughed it off, but couldn't help
glancing at Mei Yu.
Her hair was still neatly styled, and her nude wool coat
perfectly concealed her beautiful, slender figure. From any angle, she looked like a dignified and elegant socialite.
Except for a lingering blush on her porcelain-white cheeks, everything about her
was the same as always. The traces of that passionate encounter in that dark restroom not long ago
had been meticulously cleaned up. Only I knew what was wrapped in the Hermes scarf inside the black lambskin Kelly bag she carried
; only I could see how much effort she had to put in to maintain that elegant gait
.
Because beneath the hem of her nude wool coat, her full, smooth vulva was swollen and red,
and the inner thighs of her two slender, purple-stockinged legs still bore the red marks left by the impact of my large testicles.
The speedboat for the return trip set off, and Yang Naijin nestled wearily into my arms. But Mei Yu's face was as
serene and expressionless as ever, completely devoid of the alluring charm she had displayed not long ago as she leaned against my lap. Her eyes,
seemingly ignoring my presence, gazed intently at the dark blue lake.
I suddenly realized that everything wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined.

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