[Urban] New Game World (Complete) - Chapter 37 (End)

4. Lying in bed, the two of them chatted with great interest about their respective romantic affairs. Zhou Zhi even boldly confided to her brother about a brief affair she had with a young colleague after her marriage. Zhou Zheng asked her if Ke Ming knew about it.

Zhou Zhi said that Ke Ming had a very open view of sex; he allowed her to have a lover, but also asked her not to interfere with his philandering. Zhou Zheng took it as a deliberate attempt to project a peaceful and relaxed image between husband and wife and didn't think much of it.

Zhou Zhi placed one of her bare legs on her brother's waist, and Zhou Zheng raised his right hand and placed it on her leg, then began to gently caress it. Zhou Zhi's face flushed slightly as she told her story, and the intoxicating touch of Zhou Zheng's fingers on her calf and thigh made her feel slightly dizzy. Zhou Zheng's hand moved upwards, all the way to the top of her thigh. His fingers hesitated, even sneakily sliding towards Zhou Zhi's mons pubis. Zhou Zhi subconsciously arched her back to meet Zhou Zheng's hand, and she moved slightly so that Zhou Zheng's fingers could just brush against her mons pubis. Through her panties, Zhou Zheng knew her labia were already wet. Zhou Zhi was immersed in the sensation, her thigh muscles tensing under his touch.

As he ran his long nails along her spine, her body trembled involuntarily.

Just then, there seemed to be some noise outside the door. Zhou Zheng sensed it first, and then Zhou Zhi could feel it too. Her large eyes told her brother it must be Ling Zi spying on them. Zhou Zheng gestured for her to be quiet, because Ling Zi understood Chinese.

He rolled over and pinned Zhou Zhi beneath him, his mouth pressing against hers. Zhou Zhi initially resisted, but as his tongue licked her lips and tapped against her teeth, she seemed unable to pretend any longer. She opened her mouth to welcome his tongue, her body twisting as if in rhythm with the movement of his tongue.

Unconsciously, she opened her mouth wide; she wanted his tongue. She bit it, swallowing it into her warm, wet mouth.

He opened his mouth wider, his tongue stiffening, and plunged it deep into her mouth, stirring it frantically.

He had never experienced such ecstasy, such a captivating sensation. Her tongue licked his, her small, pointed, ivory-like teeth gently biting him. Her mouth was sweet and warm, intoxicating and mesmerizing him. His hands moved gently over her body, from her shoulders to her waist, down to her buttocks.

His mouth never left hers, remaining tightly pressed together. He tore off his underwear, ripped off her nightgown, and frantically, anxiously, excitedly removed the last barrier between them.

His erect penis, like a thick iron rod, rubbed and explored against the inside of her thighs. Just as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, his member was also searching for an entrance to her body. Zhou Zhi's hands also roamed restlessly over his body, enjoying his taut skin and arousing his desire. She was sweating, her body slippery and sticky. His restless penis slid roughly along the inside of her thighs, searching for her soft, pink labia. She tilted her head back, forcing his tongue deeper into her mouth, all the way to her throat. She writhed beneath him until her neck and shoulders loosened. He groaned hoarsely, trying to capture her lips again, but she guided his mouth to her breasts, her fingers frantically rubbing the back of his neck, low moans emanating from deep within her throat. Zhou Zheng slowly stroked her hardened nipples with his lips; she closed her eyes in pleasure, letting out a few soft moans. He, as if receiving a gift from Xu Chong, swallowed the entire nipple, licked the clitoris a few times with his tongue, and then slowly withdrew it. She was losing control; her moans grew louder, her breathing heavier.

Zhou Zhi's thighs were spread wide, her hand grasping his penis, guiding it towards her wet labia, the large glans touching her sensitive clitoris. Zhou Zheng was rubbing against her there, while she anxiously awaited the penetration of his arousing penis. She writhed violently beneath him, sometimes curling up, sometimes stretching out. Her pelvis pounded upwards, her arms twisting tightly around him, her movements sudden, fierce, and frantic, perhaps driven by burning lust. Their bodies intertwined, tumbling, jolting, and undulating wildly. Finally, she felt his trembling, long penis plow into her secret crevice, piercing her, filling her, all the hidden sexual nerves in her body were aroused, pounding and plucking at her like drumbeats. He breathed heavily, his voice shrill; he had finally conquered her, making her submit to his lewd power. Zhou Zheng gripped her shoulders, controlling her firmly.

Zhou Zhi's body trembled beneath her penis, between his legs. She twisted slightly, allowing his hard penis to penetrate deeper into her. She thrust forward, feeling his member pound against the muscles of her stomach. She leaned back until it forcefully pushed deep into her vagina. She tensed her muscles, imagining a silken jade rod gripping the penis buried deep within her, or caressing it. The untamed penis trembled and swayed inside her, pounding fiercely. Like a giant python bound by chains, it struggled to break free, the more it struggled, the more powerfully it was bound and enslaved. It resisted, striving to escape her dominion. She could feel his muscles tense, his buttocks pounding even more forcefully and fiercely. From his rapid, panting breaths, she knew he was about to explode inside her. Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but their hearts, their nerves, had not yet calmed; the afterglow of orgasm lingered. His penis was still throbbing, far from withdrawn, and she was ecstatic, completely captivated.

Lingzi peered through the keyhole; they lay sprawled on the crumpled white sheets. Zhou Zhi's hair was disheveled, her eyes bright and sparkling, slightly watery, her lips slightly pouting in a wanton manner. Zhou Zheng's erect penis remained thick and hard, a few glistening droplets still clinging to the tip, shining like pearls. Was it his semen? she wondered wildly, or perhaps her own vaginal fluid? Her hand instinctively slipped inside her skirt, fiddling with her panties. She loved the cool lace against her labia, the feeling of it pressing tightly against the top of her thighs. Her fingers slipped inside from the side of her panties; the thick, swollen labia were alluring, pressing and rubbing against her. Her fingers opened it, and as if encouraged, it instantly became wet and began to flow. Suddenly, she felt a tightness in her throat and a tremor in her abdomen. Lingzi stroked it again, becoming aroused. She stroked it again and again.

She pulled her panties to the side, exposing her vulva completely, and placed one hand on her engorged clitoris; she let her fingers slide into her thirsty vagina. She pushed and shoved intensely, fantasizing and feeling the boiling and trembling inside, the acceptance and friction, bringing herself to the peak of ecstasy. Every pore of her body was full of vitality. She let her fingers in and out, in and out, panting and writhing, bringing herself into orgasm after orgasm. Inside, Zhou Zheng lay naked on the double bed, his shoulders and head resting on four soft cushions, his hands interlaced and supporting his head. Zhou Zhi nestled against him, her loose hair cascading down with his passionate movements, gently brushing his cheek. Gazing at his sister's lively and alluring face and graceful figure, Zhou Zheng's pent-up passion rekindled, a burning desire coursing through his body. In the past four hours, she had experienced several waves of excitement. Zhou Zheng had never encountered a woman as energetic and passionate in bed as she was. He gazed at her thirsty face, gently embracing her for a moment. Seeing the time was right, he moved his large hands from her high breasts to her rounded waist, holding her tightly and gently placing her beneath him.

The next day, Zhou Zheng woke up very late. He found Ling Zi already at the dining table, making coffee alone. He carefully observed Lingzi across the table, noticing her slightly dazed eyes. Based on past experience, he judged that she was currently lost in fantasies and in a daze. A meaningful smile spread across his face; everything had achieved his expected effect, even better. He witnessed Zhou Zhi beneath him moaning with pleasure as she reached her climax—something he had never imagined. Lingzi yawned, seemingly sleep-deprived. Zhou Zheng asked with concern, "Miss Lingzi, did you not rest well?"

Lingzi replied in Japanese, "Mr. Zhou Zheng, I sincerely congratulate you. You have a wife who makes you very satisfied!"

"How so?"

Zhou Zheng couldn't hide his joy. She said, "She's capable in public and in the kitchen, but in bed she's a whirlwind of passion."

"Thank you,"

Zhou Zheng said, beaming. Then she whispered, "Your wife is really loud, it's unbearable!"

"Who told you to listen?"

Zhou Zheng said maliciously, noticing Ling Zi's tired and haggard face, worn down by lust. Zhou Zhi was also coming out of the bedroom at that moment. Zhou Zheng didn't know how the two of them should face each other after what happened last night. He watched anxiously as Zhou Zhi yawned and walked over as if nothing had happened, showing no sign of unease or resentment from the previous night's disturbance. Zhou Zheng admired his sister Zhou Zhi's mature and composed attitude. She looked energetic, happy, and radiant, her eyes sparkling with excitement. He hadn't seen her like this in a long time.

Ling Zi insisted on visiting Yuan Yuan, and Zhou Zheng thought it was only natural. She had also prepared a generous gift for Yuan Yuan, so Zhou Zheng called Yuan Yuan and arranged a time. Yuanyuan waited anxiously for a long time, and the three of them finally arrived home close to noon. Seeing Zhou Zhi rush into Yuanyuan's arms, calling her "Mom" affectionately, Lingzi said to Zhou Zheng, "Your wife really knows how to please your mother."

Zhou Zheng smiled but didn't reply. Yuanyuan invited Lingzi for tea. She had heard Zhou Zheng mention his past relationship with this woman, and seeing Lingzi's polite and gentle nature, she couldn't help but look at him differently.

Zhou Zheng absentmindedly responded, his eyes fixed on Yuanyuan, the intoxicating scent of her perfume and her fair skin always captivating him.

After chatting for a while, Yuanyuan called Zhou Zheng into the room. She pulled him aside: "Zheng'er, you and Zhou Zhi have taken your charade too far."

Zhou Zheng knew that Zhou Zhi's overly intimate behavior earlier hadn't escaped her notice. Zhou Zheng remained silent, but his face clearly showed it, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mom, don't be jealous."

Yuanyuan slapped his arm and giggled, "No wonder you don't even like Lingzi."

Zhou Zheng hugged her and kissed her delicate face. She smiled, her face showing satisfaction and excitement. She gently kissed his lips.

He felt the touch of her lips, soft and full of desire, and a shiver ran down his spine. His hand slipped under her skirt. Before Yuanyuan could remove his hand, she felt a warmth between her legs. His hand covered her vulva, and through her panties, she felt it was already a little wet. Zhou Zheng whispered, "Mom, you've been lonely these days, haven't you?"

"Stop it, don't you know the place?"

She shifted her hips, and Zhou Zheng reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Lunch was arranged at a restaurant. Just before getting into the car, Zhou Zhi asked him, "What did your mother say to you?"

"She scolded me for sleeping with you,"

Zhou Zheng joked. She took it seriously: "Oh no, how did she know?"

"It's written all over your face,"

Zhou Zheng laughed. Yuan Yuan in the car said, "What are you dawdling for?"

They entered the restaurant shortly after. Zhou Zheng settled the three women in and called the manager to order. He was in high spirits and immediately ordered all the restaurant's signature dishes and expensive wines, making for a lavish meal. Before the food even arrived, the three women chattered incessantly, opening a bottle of wine and drinking it down without any politeness, leaving Zhou Zheng feeling neglected. Soon the food arrived. Ling Zi clapped her hands in admiration at the large table of dishes—the elegance of the fruits, the fineness of the hot and cold platters, the beauty of the main dishes, the exquisiteness of the side dishes, and the ingenuity of the desserts—it was truly breathtaking. They ate at a leisurely pace, while Zhou Zheng looked at the three women's fresh and beautiful faces at the table. Yuanyuan still possessed a charming beauty, her eyes kind and gentle, yet her every gesture exuded a captivating allure; Lingzi was calm and composed, speaking slowly and deliberately, but her slightly upturned phoenix eyes often revealed a seductive glint; Zhou Zhi was lively and beautiful, radiating a sexy and alluring aura. Zhou Zheng, though he hadn't drunk much, was already tipsy, and the meal was surprisingly enjoyable. Before they knew it, it was three o'clock. Zhou Zheng then took them to a nearby park for tea, but Lingzi insisted that Yuanyuan cook, so they went to the nearby supermarket.

While preparing dinner, Lingzi said to Zhou Zheng, "You're so lucky!"

Zhou Zheng, thinking she'd noticed something, hesitated. Lingzi smiled and said, "You have a mother who loves you very much, and a wife who treats you very well. I'm so envious!"

"You're doing well too, with a brother who dotes on you,"

Zhou Zheng said. Lingzi said thoughtfully, "Japanese families can't compare to Chinese families. There's always something missing. It doesn't have the warmth and closeness of yours!"

She said slowly, "Take my family, for example. It's pretty good, but we're all very busy and rarely get together. Japanese people always prioritize their careers and neglect family ties."

"Lingzi, you're overthinking it,"

Zhou Zheng said. "I can't stay here any longer. I want to go back to China immediately."

Lingzi said, "So soon? Your wife was planning to take you to see a few nearby cities."

Zhou Zheng said politely. At this moment, Zhou Zheng's heart was only focused on his younger sister, Zhou Zhi; he no longer saw any other woman. Lingzi said, "I think after I go back to China, I should quickly find a man to marry. She's more suitable to be your woman than I am."

She gestured with her chin towards the kitchen, and Zhou Zheng spread his hands in regret.

Chapter Seven: Love Arrives

1. After seeing Lingzi off, Zhou Zhi wasn't in a hurry to call her husband back. On a whim, she insisted on dragging Zhou Zheng to a newly built Zilian Hot Spring Resort.

Zhou Zheng couldn't resist her, and besides, the weather was nice.

Zhou Zheng opened the car door, started the engine, and Zhou Zhi sat next to him, fastening her seatbelt. The car sped off.

Zhou Zheng was dressed casually in a sky-blue t-shirt and white shorts. Looking at Zhou Zhi's outfit, she wore only two small tank tops that looked like a bellyband, showing off her vibrant and lovely features.

"What you're wearing used to be called underwear, right?"

Zhou Zheng asked jokingly.

Zhou Zhi said, "Now the trend is to wear underwear as outerwear."

"The next step should be wearing underwear as outerwear,"

Zhou Zheng said.

"You don't understand,"

Zhou Zhi said. "Fashion is wearing underwear on the outside, not underwear."

Zhou Zheng leaned closer to her and whispered, "Are you wearing any today?"

He looked down at Zhou Zhi's denim skirt; the waist and hips were incredibly tight, but the lower half was incredibly loose.

She obediently spread her legs, and Zhou Zheng saw the dark pubic hair underneath. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing any underwear. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up and throw her onto their bed.

Once on the highway, they rolled down the windows. Zhou Zhi even lit a cigarette; smoking in the strong wind was a pleasant experience, giving her the illusion that all her worries were swept away by the wind.

After driving for about three hours, they exited the highway following the road signs.

They sped up along the winding roads, blending into the oncoming sunlight.

Zhou Zhi was in high spirits; she felt like a child again.

She turned on the car stereo and sang along to the powerful beat of rock music, her fingers lightly tapping on the window panel. No worries, no responsibilities, nothing to think about except how to spend this short vacation.

She changed direction, the melody shifted, and she hummed a cheerful tune. "

Slow down, this mountain road is narrow, you're driving too fast," she said to Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng didn't dare to be careless, concentrating intently on the steering wheel as the car wound its way along the mountain road.

At the top of the mountain was a hot spring hotel for tourists, said to have a continuous flow of hot spring water.

Zhou Zheng stepped out of the train carriage and looked around. The thick brick walls, towering towers, and lush green lawns immediately caught his eye. He pushed open two heavy, intricately carved glass doors, which were next to a spiral staircase. He went to the front desk and checked into a room.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a slender figure in white who looked familiar, but when he turned to look, the figure disappeared into the elevator.

Zhou Zhi followed him, dragging her suitcase. Her heels clicked on the white marble floor. She looked around the lobby: the intricately carved dragon and phoenix pillars embedded in the walls, the huge chandelier, the scattered small and exquisite tables and chairs, and a large bouquet of carefully arranged, vibrant flowers.

The room was very nice; Zhou Zhi had never seen such a luxurious and spacious guest room.

There was a huge round bed, one wall was inlaid with a mirror, and a large vase filled with fresh flowers.

Her eyes were drawn to a painting hanging on the north wall: a naked man and woman, embracing passionately in the water, seemingly in a state of extreme arousal. After

quickly washing their faces, the two left the hot spring hotel and strolled along a winding cobblestone path on the left. The closer they got to the mountaintop, the louder the sound of flowing water became, and a wave of heat washed over them.

In the distance, they could see a waterfall cascading down the mountainside, sparkling and shimmering, like a mirror tilted amidst the verdant greenery. Purple Lotus Mountain Villa was famous for this hot spring waterfall.

It was nearly evening, and there were no tourists at the waterfall. Zhou Zheng led Zhou Zhi by the hand, slowly walking closer to the edge of the rock, finding a spot where the water wouldn't splash, and put down their bags.

The two changed into their swimsuits. Zhou Zheng held a towel and looked her over. Zhou Zhi was only wearing a swimsuit top covered by a narrow floral handkerchief, with two connected pieces of fabric at the bottom, leaving much to the imagination.

He deliberately lagged behind her to admire the alluring curves of her buttocks.

She ran like a strong little wild animal, her figure vigorous and powerful, radiating youthful energy.

He caught up with her in no time; her hips were full, her thighs firm, her breasts alluring. His hands were around her shoulders, her hands around his waist, her fingers unintentionally resting on his groin.

Below was a deep pool, with fallen leaves floating on the surface, swirling slowly.

The trees on both banks bent low towards them, their branches intertwined tightly. Half-submerged tree stumps lay across their path, blocking their way. Behind them, the water flowed gently, smoothing the rugged path.

A bird flew away, taking flight from the water with a startled cry, its slender neck, outstretched head, and constantly flapping tail. Its body was a glistening, dark green, splattered with white mud.

They frolicked and chased each other in the water, splashing each other's faces. They ran and chased each other among the trees on the cliff, having a great time until they were tired. There was a gap between the cascading waterfall and the rocks.

The two climbed out of the water and rested there, letting the hot spring water wash over them from above, warm and comforting, making them feel happy both physically and mentally.

They felt as if they were in a fairyland. Zhou Zheng's hands massaged her body, from her back to her buttocks, and then slowly moved from her thighs to her chest, meticulous and thorough.

Zhou Zhi could no longer restrain herself. She stood up and unhooked her bra, her breasts bursting out, her nipples seeming a little hard.

She gently flicked them a couple of times with her fingers. Although it hurt a little, it felt better to touch them. She pulled off her swimming trunks and threw them into the pool below, then walked towards Zhou Zheng.

Her snow-white skin and high, full breasts revealed a shapely figure with long, slender legs, and tangled pubic hair soaked with water.

Her eyes blinked provocatively at him, and Zhou Zheng felt a surge of heat coursing through him.

Zhou Zhi swayed her hips as she approached, kissing his cheek. He stood up and embraced her tightly.

His powerful hug made Zhou Zhi feel as if her lungs were about to burst, and her breasts were about to be crushed. She struggled desperately to break free, and he removed his swimming trunks.

Zhou Zheng carried her to the densest and widest part of the waterfall, and his hand lifted her waist.

Zhou Zhi felt her vulva, spread between her legs wrapped around his waist, touch his erect penis, which then penetrated her.

She couldn't help but let out a moan.

"Oh my god, this is wonderful, so comfortable!"

The cascading hot spring water soaked her skin, flowing over her body, warming her, the cool rocks contrasting sharply with the splashing hot water.

What a wonderful bath! The heat flowed slowly from her thighs to her toes, stimulating her again and again, the water sometimes gentle, sometimes rapid, sometimes soothing, sometimes fierce.

Zhou Zheng's hands supported her buttocks, forcefully lifting her entire body as he lowered her, his penis moving up and down inside her.

She actively moved her body, her hips writhing hungrily, up and down, letting the penis slide out, then lowering her body to rotate it back in.

She lowered her head and glanced down, seeing his erect penis going in and out of her thick labia, riding on top of them.

She looked up at the blue sky in despair. Pressing her body down, she felt the penis penetrate a little deeper, and then a little deeper, each inch of penetration expanding her labia, her vagina filled to the brim, seemingly with a slight pain.

She moved her body up a little, then slid down a few more steps. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on; she was about to fall apart, but she still wanted more. Her moans mingled with sobs and cries; she wanted to rub against him.

She circled and ground down, trying to let his penis penetrate deeper. She reached orgasm instantly.

At the moment of climax, Zhou Zhi screamed wildly. When their cries stopped simultaneously, Zhou Zheng carried her out of the waterfall.

He found a flat patch of grass and laid her down. The two lay side by side on the grass, breathing heavily, quietly gazing at the stars.

Bathed in moonlight, her naked body was nestled deep in the dark green grass, her pinkish-white skin shimmering like pearls.

She spread her arms and legs, placing them on Zhou Zheng's body. Her long, jade-like legs were spread wide, her hair wet, fluffy, and disheveled, as if she were a sacrifice offered to him by heaven.

They didn't know how much time had passed before they felt hungry. They hastily put on their clothes and then, hand in hand, made their way down the mountain.

As soon as Zhou Zheng entered the hot spring hotel, he recognized the woman descending the stairs as Liu Yun, the familiar figure he had seen earlier. This woman always seemed to appear at the most inopportune moments, like a ghost.

Zhou Zhi, walking ahead, didn't notice her, as she was soaking wet, her clothes glistening like thin paper, hurrying back to her room.

"Who have you hooked up with this time?"

Liu Yun sneered at Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng asked, "What are you doing here?"

She ignored him, continuing in her sarcastic tone, "I wonder if you're spending money on such a young woman or making money off her?"

"Making money off her, of course. If you need anything, I can give you a discount!"

Zhou Zheng said.

Liu Yun gritted her teeth and said, "I haven't reached the point where I need a man to serve me."

Zhou Zheng pretended to make a phone call: "When you reach that point, give me a call!"

He then turned and entered the elevator without looking back.

After showering and changing, they went to the restaurant for dinner.

The waiter led them from the restaurant entrance to their seats, and Zhou Zhi didn't have time to look around.

She moved swiftly between the tables and chairs, her eyes lowered, her hurried pace suggesting a guilty conscience.

They found a window seat, and Zhou Zhi, back straight, gazed elegantly out the window at night.

A waiter approached to ask what they would like to drink; she ordered white wine first. As they were enjoying their appetizers, the manager brought over a large platter of abalone caught in the near sea, which Zhou Zheng ordered.

Just then, a woman appeared in front of their table.

"Zhou Zhi, what brings you here?"

Liu Yun extended her hand.

Zhou Zhi was startled for a moment, then quickly regained her composure and asked cheerfully, "Are you here on vacation too?"

"No, we have some business activities here."

Without waiting for an invitation, she sat down at an empty seat, not forgetting to glare at Zhou Zheng.

"And this is?"

Liu Yun asked deliberately.

Zhou Zhi replied frankly, "My brother."

"Your brother?"

Now it was Liu Yun's turn to look flustered.

"Have you forgotten? I told you before that I have an older brother studying in Japan,"

Zhou Zhi said.

Zhou Zheng then extended his hand: "I am Zhou Zheng."

"This is my college classmate, Liu Yun,"

Zhou Zhi introduced as well.

The two classmates, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, chatted enthusiastically, leaving Zhou Zheng feeling neglected. It wasn't

until Zhou Zhi went to the restroom that Liu Yun said to the embarrassed and helpless Zhou Zheng, "Don't worry, I won't tell your sister about your lewd deeds!"

After Liu Yun left, Zhou Zheng asked, "It seems like you two are very close?"

"Not necessarily,"

Zhou Zhi said.

"At first, you were very close for a while, but then you drifted apart. Do you know what nickname the male classmates gave Liu Yun when you were in school?"

"What was it?" Zhou Zheng

asked curiously.

Zhou Zhi laughed: "Ice Girl! And an even more vulgar and merciless one called her 'Street-Headed Beauty.'"

"How could that be?" Zhou Zheng

pressed for details.

"She pretends to be innocent and ladylike. She always acts like every man in the world is against her, and she even posted love letters from male classmates in the dormitory hallway. After that, nobody paid her any attention, not even the female classmates."

Zhou Zheng paid the bill, and as they walked, Zhou Zhi continued, "Some people say she's a lesbian, some say she's barren. I bet she's still a virgin!"

Zhou Zheng listened with interest, and once inside the room, he asked, "She's never had a boyfriend?"

"Who cares? Don't let her pretty face fool you, she's as cold as ice when it comes to relationships. She despises any man!"

Suddenly, she turned to Zhou Zheng, "What, are you interested in her?"

Zhou Zheng smiled but didn't answer.

Zhou Zhi then became serious, "I think you two are quite suitable. How about I be the matchmaker?" "Then don't bother. I have a good sister now, what are you thinking about?"

Zhou Zheng said.

"Really?"

Zhou Zhi asked.

Zhou Zheng's hands began to wander over her body.

Zhou Zhi laughed as he tickled her, saying, "Am I that good?"

Zhou Zheng felt her tense body, could feel the tremors within her, and knew she was responding.

He suddenly pulled her into a savage embrace, as if to crush her.

Zhou Zhi kissed his face, his eyes, his ears, his cheeks, and his open mouth tenderly and urgently.

She tentatively slipped her tongue inside; his mouth was warm and moist, and her tongue, like a restless and fragile creature, begged for her irresistible desire.

Zhou Zhi's fingers followed her tongue, exploring Zhou Zheng's hollows and his undulating curves, arousing desire in every nerve ending, gently rubbing against the soft down on his abdomen and sides until every hair tightened from this deep, erotic caress.

They rolled and lay down on the messy floor, littered with scattered items.

He licked her lower abdomen, then propped himself up to easily penetrate the wet labia between her legs.

His erect penis was large and thick, incredibly pleasurable.

The moment the thick penis pierced her body, Zhou Zhi's entire being was instantly engulfed in an insatiable sea of excitement and pleasure.

He thrust into her like a wild beast, hissing and pounding, and she responded with each thrust, trying to push it deeper.

Zhou Zhi writhed her aching limbs, moaning contentedly.

The afterglow of her orgasm still made her feel slightly tingly, and she gradually relaxed.

Zhou Zheng lay on the bed, feigning sleep; even in his sleep, he wouldn't be satisfied, his penis was still hard.

She thought about it and smiled, imagining his hands still reaching for her.

She quietly slipped out of bed, put on a white silk robe, and bent down to pick up the clothes Zhou Zheng had just thrown on the floor.

She picked up Zhou Zheng's trousers; they were crumpled. She shook them, and suddenly a slender wallet fell to the floor.

She quickly rummaged through them: banknotes, a gold card, and a piece of paper covered in writing.

2. Zhou Zhi sneaked out early in the morning, and when Zhou Zheng found her on the left side of the hotel, she was having morning tea with Liu Yun.

From afar, Zhou Zheng saw two beautifully dressed women. There were several summer villas, a tranquil lake, and a lush green lawn with colorful parasols and white lounge chairs beneath them. As

Zhou Zheng approached, he saw Liu Yun wearing a floral miniskirt that revealed her shapely legs.

Zhou Zhi, bathed in sunlight, wore a tight-fitting off-white t-shirt that accentuated her breasts, which, combined with her red lips and jade-like legs, created a fatal allure.

He glanced at Liu Yun in surprise; she was meeting his gaze directly. Seeing him raise his eyebrows, the corners of her mouth suddenly curved into a smile.

Seeing Zhou Zheng arrive, Zhou Zhi offered him her seat and ran across the lawn like a little waterfowl, playing with an inflated balloon.

The two of them were left facing each other. Liu Yun's eyes were lowered, somewhat unnatural; clearly, Zhou Zhi had told her something. Zhou Zheng couldn't help but secretly resent his sister's good deed.

The two fell silent for a moment. Zhou Zheng looked at her and found her staring back at him, seemingly lost in thought.

"What nonsense did Zhou Zhi tell you?"

Zhou Zheng asked.

Liu Yun said, "She only said you're unmarried."

"Yes, I just returned from Japan,"

Zhou Zheng said.

Liu Yun's lips curled into a sly smile again: "You immediately hooked up with a rich woman?"

Zhou Zheng was genuinely flustered. He said, "Miss Liu, let me explain, that was really a joke. That's my mother!"

"Is your mother that young?"

she asked, disbelieving. Zhou Zheng affirmed, "Yes, she is." "

You and your mother have such an ambiguous relationship?"

Liu Yun persisted. Zhou Zheng said seriously, "It was just a joke!"

"What kind of joke is that between a mother and son? Don't lie to me, I know everything."

Liu Yun's words startled Zhou Zheng.

Liu Yun's words were all indirect and veiled, and he thought angrily, why did they always stick to those boring topics and couldn't talk about something else?

Zhou Zhi, noticing their disagreement, quickly ran over, sweating profusely, a lock of hair stuck to her forehead.

"Zhou Zheng, there are quite a few villas for sale at the Purple Lotus Resort. That's why I brought you here. Investing here should be good,"

Zhou Zhi said.

Zhou Zheng pondered, then turned to Liu Yun and asked, "What do you think?"

"It can make money. To tell you the truth, my boss has already bought several."

Hearing this, Zhou Zheng was also tempted. He said to Zhou Zhi, "Let's go take a look later."

Liu Yun then got up to leave.

She said, "Zhou Zhi, our meeting is over. We'll head back to the city after lunch."

"Let's go home too,"

Zhou Zhi said. Zhou Zheng added, "Weren't we going to see the villa?"

On the way back, Zhou Zheng complained about Zhou Zhi's antics.

Zhou Zhi, however, didn't care. She retorted, "I told her straight up when I asked her out. If she refused, why would I come?"

"Anyway, don't get involved in this,"

Zhou Zheng said, honking the horn to shoo away the geese blocking the road.

In the car, Zhou Zheng called Ke Ming and said, "I've returned your wife to you safe and sound."

Zhi kicked him and muttered, "Safe and sound? His wife has been cheating on him, and the man was her own brother!"

This made Zhou Zheng burst into laughter.

Ke Ming then offered to treat him to dinner, and Zhou Zheng agreed.

After dropping Zhou Zhi off at home, Zhou Zheng instructed her to clean the bed thoroughly, making sure there were no traces of their affair. "Don't worry," Zhou Zhi agreed and went upstairs.

Zhou Zheng, worried about his mother Yuan Yuan, hurried home. As Zhou Zheng

opened the door, Yuan Yuan was preparing her lunch in the kitchen. She was wearing Zhou Zheng's oversized t-shirt, her bare legs exposed, and a small pair of briefs.

Music was playing from the speakers, masking the sound of Zhou Zheng opening the door.

Zhou Zheng tiptoed closer to her from behind and suddenly covered her eyes with his hands.

Yuan Yuan was startled, but then realized it was Zhou Zheng. She murmured, "You didn't even call before you went home."

Zhou Zheng released her hands, and she leaned softly into his arms, a hidden fire burning in her eyes. Their lips almost touched; she could feel the heat of his body, smelled the irresistible masculine scent emanating from him, and her mouth went dry.

She felt as if her whole body was on fire, teetering on the edge of desire. She wanted him; she needed him.

He gazed into her eyes, and they explored and teased each other with their tongues and hands.

Zhou Zheng could feel the heat of her hands. She pulled his penis out of his pants and caressed it with a passionate yet gentle touch, stimulating it to the point of unbearable arousal.

The sensation swelled, teasing his nerves, every cell in his body in a dreamlike trance.

Her face was flushed with desire, her tense body swaying back and forth, her teasing penis moving from one side to the other with her movements.

Their mouths were tightly locked.

He lifted her t-shirt, his hand sliding up her thigh to her soft, tense spot, feeling her response as her legs spread wider to give him more space.

His fingers began to explore inside.

Suddenly, she pulled back and squatted down, grabbing his penis and shoving it into her mouth, beginning to suck gently.

Zhou Zheng stood there, legs apart, his whole body tense and trembling, his hands gripping her hair.

She continued to tease his penis, her lips circling and stroking Zhou Zheng's thick penis, her cheeks visibly hollowed out from the sucking.

He bent down and picked her up. He could no longer resist; he wanted her, to possess her, to experience the sensation inside her, he had to have her.

He carried her around the dining table and placed her on the large bed in the suite.

Their lips met again.

He savored her body once more. Then she opened her legs to welcome him.

She lifted her hips, and he gently inserted the head of his penis first, then slowly pushed the entire shaft inside her.

"Oh, God!"

She finally swallowed his penis.

She moaned softly, then thrashed wildly.

Her movements were fragmented, frantic, and desperate. Her lower body swallowed and released the frenzied penis, feeling the sweet friction of her labia.

"Almost there, almost there."

She began to play with her nipples, silently pleading with him in front of his face, begging him to take one into his mouth.

When she reached orgasm during his rapid thrusts, she again begged him to lick her nipples.

But his lips did not descend, his tongue did not bite her nipples.

She protested his silence with slight swaying, seeking pleasure while moaning shyly. Her breasts pressed against his chin, rubbing and grinding against him, her hands squeezing her nipples, letting the erect tips rub against his stubble, feeling the gushing fluids in her vagina swell under the impact of his penis.

Finally, she screamed, a cry of pain and excitement at the moment of orgasm, her vagina contracting, enveloping the hard penis deep inside her, the swollen glans spasming and twitching continuously. They slept

in each other's arms, not knowing how long they had slept, when Zhou Zheng suddenly opened his eyes: "We haven't had lunch yet, have we?" Yuan Yuan giggled: "I've already eaten you!"

Then, stroking his cheek, she asked: "What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat too many things."

He immediately ordered a string of dishes, his eyes full of longing, his pink tongue flicking in and out.

She kissed him lightly. "Oh my, you've never had such a good appetite."

"Because I just crawled out of hell."

He said, grabbing her smooth arm and biting it like a little carnivore.

The two got up and found something to eat. Zhou Zheng said, "I made plans with Keming to have dinner together tonight."

Then he joked, "He's borrowed his wife for so many days, it's time to treat him."

That evening, Yuanyuan was dressed to the nines, in a red cheongsam with dragon and phoenix designs, high heels, and her face meticulously painted with bold, dark ink, exuding an air of elegance. A glimpse of her thigh was visible through the high slit of her dress, and her round, plump buttocks swayed as she moved.

The sight of her heavily made-up face was immediately pleasing to the eye, leaving Zhou Zheng mesmerized, his manhood growing wildly again.

He wanted to take off her cheongsam and tease her, to mess up her whole body for a different kind of pleasure, to revel in her submission and pleading. To reward her for her elaborate attire, he went straight over, embraced her, and kissed her.

She pushed him away and said, "Go away, don't mess up my makeup."

Zhou Zheng could only feast his eyes on her in embarrassment.

Keming's chosen location was difficult to navigate, so Zhou Zheng finally parked the car on the main street and walked with Yuanyuan through a small alley. After a few minutes of walking under the streetlights and amidst walls covered in ivy, they saw several old-fashioned houses standing side by side.

Entering the courtyard with its illuminated signboard, they found a Chinese restaurant called Private Kitchen. The interior was unpretentious, and the dishes were simple and refreshing home-style cooking. He wasn't quite sure how Keming had found this small restaurant tucked away in the alley, but it was indeed a quiet and pleasant place to eat and talk.

Keming and Zhou Zhi were already waiting for him. Zhou Zhi was dressed simply and brightly, in a sleeveless shirt and a tight-fitting short skirt.

She could keenly sense the sensual scent emanating from Yuanyuan; any woman who had ever been intimate with someone could intuitively sense it.

Her eyes were fixed on Zhou Zheng, who tried to avoid them.

The food was ready and laid out on the table, a very lavish spread. Seafood, fish, vegetables, and fruit filled the table, along with several bottles of mineral water and white wine that gleamed under the lights.

Around the table were glasses, spoons, chopsticks, and small wine glasses for the four of them.

"A letter fell out of your pocket. What does that mean? It must have been left for you by Lingzi, right?"

Zhou Zhi finally had a chance to ask.

Zhou Zheng said, "Lingzi gave it to me when he boarded the plane. It's a recommendation letter from his brother, Xiao Ye, for their Shanghai office." Zhou Zheng said, while eating a large shrimp.

Ke Ming raised his glass to Yuan Yuan and said, "For you?"

"Yes,"

Zhou Zheng said, picking up his glass.

"As far as I know, it's a good place. Everyone earns an annual salary and shares,"

Ke Ming said.

Zhou Zhi eagerly asked, "What position will you have?"

"Financial Director, annual salary of 600,000!"

Zhou Zheng downed his drink and said.

Zhou Zhi let out a scream, and Yuan Yuan clapped her hands.

"I didn't realize this girl was so good to you,"

Yuan Yuan said.

Zhou Zheng corrected her, "She's an old maid."

"She's very loyal and devoted to you,"

Yuan Yuan slapped him.

The action was swift, almost accidental, but such a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture wouldn't be made without a close relationship.

Zhou Zhi whispered to Yuan Yuan that Ling Zi had deliberately undressed in front of her in the bathroom that night, simply to show off her figure.

She said she had followed suit, and Ling Zi had put her clothes back on in shame.

She said Ling Zi's breasts weren't big enough, and her skin wasn't as fair as hers.

Ke Ming listened with great interest, but Yuan Yuan stopped her.

She said, "Don't talk behind people's backs!"

Zhou Zheng also snorted, reaching for an oyster. He pinched the oily, slimy oyster between his fingers, enjoying the feeling.

"Excellent, so fresh,"

he murmured, taking a large gulp of wine, savoring it carefully, then setting down his glass. His fingers, which had held the oyster, left a sticky stain on the table before he got up to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Zhou Zhi followed, watching Zhou Zheng emerge from the bathroom, casually shaking the water off his hands, seemingly without any purpose. She grabbed him and asked, "What did you do to Mom?"

"What did I do?"

Zhou Zheng's nervousness was palpable.

Zhou Zhi turned and glared at him sharply, her gaze seemingly piercing.

Her face flushed. "Do I need to tell you?!" she said.

"How did you know?"

A flicker of panic crossed Zhou Zheng's eyes.

Zhou Zhi said, "Liu Yun told me everything. You two pretended to be lovers on vacation, and you bribed her to book you a private villa, you know? Liu Yun inspected your villa and found your used tissues with semen and vaginal fluid on them."

Zhou Zheng was shocked. "That woman is so insidious!"

"It could also mean she's interested in you,"

Zhou Zhi said.

Zhou Zheng asked, "Are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous? There's nothing to be jealous of!"

She then walked away, leaving Zhou Zheng speechless.

"Zheng'er, were you gone for so long?"

Yuanyuan asked as soon as they returned to the table, her eyes glancing at Zhou Zhi as if asking what they had been up to.

Zhou Zhi looked at Keming, who was prying a lot of meat out of a lobster, eating it with relish and making satisfied humming noises.

He was completely absorbed in the pleasure of eating the lobster, enjoying the delicious food with great delight.

She said innocently, "We talked about some things about his job."

Seeing that Yuanyuan still had some doubts in her eyes, she added, "And Liu Yun."

"That Liu Yun?"

Yuanyuan asked. Zhou Zheng quickly said, "The girl who took us on vacation."

Yuanyuan hurriedly asked, "How did you meet her?"

"We're classmates,"

Zhou Zhi said. Zhou Zheng then complained to her, "Zhou Zhi is going to great lengths to make her your daughter-in-law!"

"That won't do! That girl is old-fashioned and unfriendly, I don't like her,"

Zhou Zhi said urgently.

"Don't be ridiculous! Let me tell you, Liu Yun's figure is top-notch. I've seen her naked, and even I was smitten. How can a woman have such a great figure!"

Zhou Zheng swallowed hard; this was something he had a premonition.

"Zheng'er, once you take office and the business starts, all those women will be throwing themselves at you,"

Yuan Yuan said, bringing up the Shanghai firm again.

Zhou Zheng then mentioned his investment in the villa in Zi Lian.

Seeing Zhou Zhi drinking alone, looking bored, Zhou Zheng put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Little princess, are you angry? How about I make you something?"

"Make up for what?"

Zhou Zhi asked casually.

Zhou Zheng said, "Whatever you want!"

"I want you to give me a car so I can drive to Zi Lian,"

Zhou Zhi said.

Zhou Zheng, who had expected Zhou Zhi to have some strange and quirky request, was now relieved and looked at Ke Ming.

Keming chimed in, "Yes, let's bring Mom, the four of us together."

Zhou Zhi's wine glass slammed heavily onto the table, tilting and spilling the remaining wine all over the table. Zhou Zheng loudly called out to the waiters.

3. Zhou Zheng quickly started working at the Lingzi family's office in the Pudong International Trade Building. Xiao Ye's recommendation letter was like a royal decree, quickly granting him everything he deserved.

He spent his days busy at the office, and his nights were spent with Yuan Yuan. She seemed never to be satisfied; she was never enough of him. Occasionally, she would be intimate with Zhou Zhi outside, or at a hotel, and never at Zhou Zhi's home again.

It was a sunny noon. Zhou Zheng had lunch in the office's staff canteen before returning to his office and sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of apple juice he had taken from the refrigerator.

Zhou Zheng had spent several hours on the phone with Ono in Tokyo this morning, discussing the financial situation of the Shanghai office. Later, he was asked to fax a quarterly financial statement.

This kept him busy all morning.

Just then, the phone on his desk rang. He answered and heard Zhou Zhi; she was at a nearby hotel and had already booked a room.

Zhou Zheng leaned back in his black leather chair and carefully put the phone back.

Zhou Zhi's voice on the phone had been so seductive and arousing that his penis had become erect.

"I've finished everything for the day. This afternoon is mine, and yours too!"

Zhou Zhi's provocative voice conjured up images of her alluring body in Zhou Zheng's mind.

He trembled as if electrocuted. He remembered how her bright, clear eyes had captivated him, drawing him in. He couldn't forget their passionate encounters in bed.

Zhou Zheng quickly finished arranging his afternoon's work and soon arrived at the hotel.

When he entered the room Zhou Zhi had booked, Zhou Zhi was lying on a backless couch, a wine glass in her hand, wearing a white towel robe with a loosely tied belt around her waist.

Zhou Zheng glanced at her smooth, curvaceous legs and the deep cleavage between her breasts.

Seeing him enter, Zhou Zhi quickly changed her position, stood up, and greeted him.

She opened her arms and hooked them around his neck.

Zhou Zheng's eyes roamed over her body, then settled on her full, high breasts, almost completely hidden by her loosely draped long-sleeved bathrobe.

His lips met hers with his own.

He experienced again that same intoxicating, breathtaking feeling.

Her tongue licked his, her small, pointed, ivory-like teeth gently biting him; her mouth was sweet and warm, intoxicating and captivating him.

Zhou Zheng quickly stripped off her bathrobe, and as it fell to the ground, he heard her sigh near his lips.

Her hands gently caressed his body, from his shoulders to his waist, and finally to his buttocks.

His lips remained pressed tightly against hers, as he tore off his shirt and trousers, frantically, anxiously, and excitedly removing the last barrier between them.

No one had asked Zhou Zhi to do this, but Zhou Zheng's naked body was enough to arouse any woman's desire. He was tall and strong, his skin a natural honey color from being constantly bathed in sunlight—so alluring!

Her hands slid eagerly over his body, feeling his smoothness, firmness, and elasticity.

Her lips explored his body, her tongue licking the alkaline beads of sweat on his skin, a deep, urgent desire surging within her.

She couldn't help but kneel down and kiss his already erect penis.

She could feel his excitement.

Zhou Zheng remained motionless like a statue, only the hard, firm penis between her lips telling her that he was filled with lust.

Zhou Zhi, kneeling naked on the carpet, looked up at him. He lowered his head to face her, his eyes seemingly telling her it was time.

Zhou Zhi stood up and walked to the bedside. She lay on the bed, presenting him with her round, high buttocks and wet vulva.

Zhou Zheng's hands held her small, delicate waist, guiding his thick penis over her buttocks and into her vagina.

She felt the man's penis press against her labia and tremble.

Her body began to shake violently, as if shaken by electric currents.

Her insides were warm and lubricated; she accepted its entry.

As he pressed tightly against her insides, she opened her mouth and cried out, her hands still spread, her hair falling onto the ivory sheets.

Zhou Zheng began to thrust forcefully from behind.

His hands pressed against her shoulders, his entire body covering her back. She used all her strength to move her buttocks, welcoming the attack of his penis.

Her body alternated between relaxation and tension, the pent-up heat within her seeming ready to burst forth.

She pulled a pillow close and buried her face in it, her lips biting down on the soft surface, suppressing her barely suppressed moans of excitement. Waves of heat surged through her, her entire body feeling as if it were exploding.

Each time he thrust in, he felt an unparalleled pleasure from the writhing of her body and the contractions of her vaginal walls.

With each movement, the bed creaked and shook. Her breathing became rapid, her suppressed moans growing more unrestrained; she was about to reach climax.

She felt incredibly happy, her body tense with pleasure, the contractions and spasms in her lower abdomen foreshadowing her extreme satisfaction.

She awaited his final ejaculation to bring her the ultimate pleasure. Zhou Zheng did not disappoint her.

Just as she felt the heat of his body radiate within her, after a series of contractions and moans, he pressed his body against hers.

Her vaginal walls tightened, and the spasms of heightened sexual desire stimulated his orgasm, so much so that he ejaculated within seconds of her climax.

As he ejaculated, his right hand moved from her waist to her shoulder, squeezing it tightly, almost unbearably so. He curled his fingers and pinched hard into her shoulder blade, leaving five red nail marks on her fair skin.

Their arms were intertwined, and he lay on his side on the bed, pulling Zhou Zhi's head into his lap. The exhaustion of desire had left them both feeling weary, but he still caressed her nipples and lips, placing his legs between hers. Soon, a deep, peaceful sleepiness conquered them, a result of complete satisfaction and the joy of love. Later, they were awakened by

the ringing of a cell phone. Zhou Zheng, still half-asleep, picked up his phone, realized it wasn't his, and shook Zhou Zhi awake.

Zhou Zhi answered the phone: "Hello!"

Her hoarse voice couldn't hide the fact that she was waking up from a dream.

"You're so leisurely, still sleeping at this hour. It's fine, go back to sleep, call me back when you're awake,"

came the voice from the other end, a very pleasant woman's voice.

"Annoying."

Zhou Zhi threw the phone down and wrapped her bare arms around Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng was already awake, his hands kneading and playing with her plump buttocks. If his fingers touched her vulva, she would explode.

His lips were so close; if he just lightly touched her with the tip of his tongue, the effect would be the same.

Zhou Zhi let him wake her up; she struggled to sit up, scratching her hair to clear her head.

"Was that Liu Yun calling?"

Zhou Zheng asked.

She said, "Yes, I've seen a ghost, she keeps contacting me lately."

Her hand landed on Zhou Zheng's stomach, accidentally touching his penis, which swelled again.

Zhou Zhi chuckled, "You can't control yourself when Liu Yun is mentioned, you must be interested in her, right?"

"Then what are you waiting for? Help me arrange a date with her,"

Zhou Zheng said, kissing her.

Zhou Zhi turned her face away from his lips and said, "It's a deal, don't forget me when you're with her."

Zhou Zhi then dialed Liu Yun's number. There was nothing special about it, just that they arranged to have dinner together that evening.

Zhou Zheng stroked her thigh and asked, "Why didn't you lift me?"

"No, I wanted to surprise her!"

Her smile was warm, her rosy lips quite alluring.

He knew this was a prelude to pleasure, foreshadowing a thrilling, intoxicating lovemaking.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, she straddled him, her back to him. Her hands slid down his body, touching his erect, throbbing penis, gently caressing it between her hands.

Controlling her hardened penis, she slowly lowered herself, her moist, open vulva facing his erect penis. He gently lifted her buttocks, his penis brushing against her labia.

He could feel her wetness, slightly parted, her body limp as his penis touched her.

He calmly entered her, filling every part of her, making them one.

He and she were intimately connected; he lifted her up and down, finally embedding himself deep within her, feeling incredibly secure.

Then came a series of rises and falls, her soft, fleshy lips smacking and squelching like clams oozing their juices.

Her weight was just right, substantial yet not oppressive, a power that intoxicated and captivated.

They didn't end their afternoon of merriment until dusk. Zhou Zhi wore a deep red off-the-shoulder dress, her ear-length curly hair loosely draped behind her head, her eyes gleaming with the light of utter satisfaction.

Zhou Zheng, having showered, watched her put on her makeup behind the dressing table.

"Do you think Mom will object to my relationship with Liu Yun?"

he asked, placing his hand on her bare shoulder.

Zhou Zhi looked at him in the mirror: "Definitely. She'd be disgusted by any woman!"

Seeing Zhou Zheng's serious expression, she said, "Don't think so much. The key is yourself. Liu Yun is right for you."

"I'm afraid she knows too much,"

Zhou Zheng said.

Zhou Zhi turned her face: "Then we should definitely get her into bed, so she won't have her family scandal exposed."

At this moment, Zhou Zheng finished dressing. Zhou Zhi straightened his shirt collar and scrutinized him. Even she was secretly amazed by his broad shoulders and slender hips—a body that could make any woman's heart flutter.

However, what truly caught her attention was his face. It was a smooth, sun-kissed face with clear features, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and tightly pursed lips, all of which made him very handsome. His eyes had a hypnotic quality, giving him an irresistible charm. His

eyes were dark and unfathomable, and he had long eyelashes and high-arched eyebrows that made his eyes appear large. Zhou Zhi took his arm and left the room.

In the elevator, Zhou Zheng slowly spread his fingers, wrapped them around her waist, and placed his thumb towards her buttocks, which were tightly covered by her silk dress.

Zhou Zhi felt a flutter in her heart. She said, "I'm telling you, you can't be rash with Liu Yun. She's still a virgin."

When they arrived at the agreed-upon location, Liu Yun was already there, idly playing with her phone.

She was surprised to see Zhou Zheng and stared at him, her throat suddenly going dry. Zhou Zhi placed her hand on his back and gently pushed him forward.

"What's wrong? Surprised?"

Zhou Zheng reached out and shook Liu Yun's hand briefly, then quickly released it without any hint of provocation.

But his eyes didn't leave the slender, petite woman with thick, smooth, and flowing hair.

She wore heavy makeup and a gown, looking captivating—Zhou Zheng's type.

Tonight, Liu Yun wore a white dress with wide black stripes, the stripes crisscrossing at the chest, and two belts at the waist. It was a low-cut, off-the-shoulder dress that tightly hugged her small, round breasts.

Zhou Zhi had already settled into her chair with a flourish, watching with interest as her brother's face showed a hint of surprise. She knew him; whenever he encountered an attractive woman, he would always look at her with that same gaze, making comments behind her back.

"I didn't know you were here, so please order,"

Liu Yun said stiffly in her leather chair, her words incoherent.

Zhou Zhi, on the other hand, lazily sat down in her black leather chair, limbs outstretched.

From her tone, one could hear Liu Yun's excitement, nervousness, and long-awaited anticipation.

Zhou Zheng then beckoned the waiter to take their order, trying his best to appear as a gentleman, consulting the two ladies on each dish.

Zhou Zhi felt ravenously hungry.

Just then, the waiter carried a tray in one hand and several bottles of red wine in the other. She stared intently at the items like a connoisseur, her mouth watering.

Tender steak, fresh bread, smoked fish, a salad, lobster, and desserts smeared with chocolate and cheese.

"How can there be no caviar?"

Liu Yun exclaimed, her voice trembling, like a seasoned restaurant manager panicking.

Zhou Zhi found it amusing; was it really necessary to make her react like that over a man? She reached for her wine glass and drained the last bit of sweet wine.

Zhou Zheng sat beside Liu Yun, showing her how to dip bread in the caviar. A strong, sensual aura emanated from her evening gown, a fiery, alluring fragrance that pierced his nose.

"I'm tired of this place after just one visit!"

Zhou Zhi said.

Zhou Zheng sensed her displeasure, as if she was about to offer some profound opinion or critique, and he warned her with a look.

Zhou Zhi lowered her eyelashes slightly and shrugged.

Her outstretched hand hovered in mid-air above the plate, then she withdrew it, kicking him hard under the table.

Zhou Zheng quickly grabbed some lobster whiskers for her.

He gestured with his eyes that she should leave, but Zhou Zhi pretended not to notice.

Zhou Zheng had no choice but to speak up, "Zhou Zhi, didn't Ke Ming promise to go back to your mother's?"

Zhou Zhi was taken aback at first, then understood. She said defiantly, "Just say what you mean, don't beat around the bush." Zhou Zheng didn't know the extent of her conversation with Liu Yun, and dared not act rashly. The more anxious

Zhou Zheng became, the more indifferent and unmoved Zhou Zhi seemed.

Zhou Zheng went to the restroom, and when he returned, he found only Liu Yun at the table. He assumed Zhou Zhi had tactfully left.

Zhou Zheng carefully observed Liu Yun across the table. He noticed her eyes were somewhat vacant, and based on his experience with women, he judged that she was currently lost in thought and confused.

Looking at her, her flowing skirt was billowing, cinched at the waist with a belt, highlighting her slender and graceful waist. Her rosy lips were even more striking against her fair and delicate face.

4. As Zhou Zheng passed a dining table, he picked up a rose that was placed there and walked over to Liu Yun, placing it on her plate.

"Isn't it time to give roses yet?"

Liu Yun said coldly.

She stirred the food on her plate; she had already drunk quite a bit of wine, and she felt lightheaded and dizzy.

"So, you're waiting to accept my roses!"

Zhou Zheng said calmly, as if he could read her mind.

"Zhou Zhi suddenly had something to attend to."

"Then aren't you leaving?"

Zhou Zheng asked. She

said, "I have to wait for you to pay the bill."

She frowned slightly, staring at him, her usual smug expression returning.

"Just the two of us, how about we open another bottle?"

he asked, his face more defined under the light.

"Liu Yun, do you want to hear my story?"

Afraid she'd leave immediately, he opened another bottle of red wine. He leaned back in his chair and took a large gulp of wine, wanting Liu Yun to know he wasn't just acting on a whim.

Liu Yun was indeed attracted to him; in fact, she was full of curiosity about him. She wanted to know about his private life, about the relationships between Zhou Zheng and the women in his family, and all the hidden things.

Zhou Zheng told her about his various romantic encounters in Japan, including the sexy Mitsuko and her perverted husband, Toshio and his beautiful mother Shizuka, and Ryoko and her brother Ono. He spoke boldly and directly, simply wanting Liu Yun to know that relationships between men and women, and their inevitability in family, friendship, romance, and love.

Like two sides of a coin, sparks easily fly when they collide naturally.

He suddenly stopped talking, realizing that continuing would reveal his enormous secret.

He had tried to tell her the secret, how he had ignited passion in his mother, how he had aroused her intense, burning, and fervent desire, but he hadn't.

She sat silently, head bowed, brows furrowed, lost in thought.

Her mind searched for every memory; Zhou Zheng became both familiar and strange to her.

She picked up a glass of wine, tilted her head back, and downed it in one gulp.

After much consideration, she thought she could forgive him. Zhou Zheng's burning gaze followed her every movement, admiring her swaying, pink arms, staring at her beautifully curved elbows. He noticed the hunger in Liu Yun's eyes as she looked at his hands, and he knew what was going on.

Liu Yun leaned back in the large black leather chair, her legs crossed and propped up under the table.

Zhou Zheng patiently watched her from the other side of the table, a tender affection in his eyes. In the distance, a large television screen displayed an image of a man playing the piano.

He was young, no more than twenty, tall and slender, with high cheekbones and a wisp of brown hair artistically draped over his forehead.

His hands glided gracefully across the keys, light and nimble.

"Stop drinking, let's go?"

his voice was full of concern.

The glass of wine gleamed, and she looked at him tenderly, as if trying to engulf him in her gaze.

"I'll finish this,"

she said, picking up the glass and then putting it down again, clearly unable to hold her liquor.

Zhou Zheng smiled; she didn't understand his true intentions, nor was she aware of the spell she had cast on him.

He moved behind her, took the glass, drank the wine, and then naturally placed his hand on Liu Yun's arm, stroking it back and forth.

He could feel her trembling involuntarily; he thought she had now accepted his caresses and was responding to his touch. Even the most casual, intimate touch could send her skin burning, her nipples hardening, and her lips engorged with blood.

Liu Yun stumbled and nearly lost her balance as she rose from the chair.

He steadied her, his hands gripping her armpits like vises, forcing her to regain her footing.

His hands, holding her armpits, were burning hot, while the rest of his body felt cool.

The heat from those two areas far outweighed everything else; she didn't feel hot, and sweat flowed freely, like a song.

Sitting in the luxurious, comfortable car, she tried to relax, to muster her courage and regain her confidence, even displaying the arrogance she had shown when she was with him before. But she knew in her heart that this couldn't completely eliminate her inner unease and tension.

Zhou Zheng drove fast and lightly, they sped along the smooth road, through the city's neon-lit fragments, and melancholic love songs blared from the loudspeakers.

Finally, Zhou Zheng parked the car in front of her building, and Liu Yun got out with him. It was a seven-story building. The stairwell was dark, with no streetlights, only abandoned stoves and cardboard boxes scattered about.

He said he should walk her up, and Liu Yun didn't object, leading the way. Zhou Zheng held a lighter in his hand, a small yellow flame flickering in the darkness.

She followed him, thinking that if there were lights, she wouldn't have to concentrate so much to climb the stairs.

Liu Yun opened the door and turned on the light.

It was an old-fashioned one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment. The apartment was unfurnished, but as a woman's boudoir, it was decorated with a touch of femininity.

A peaceful and tranquil atmosphere enveloped them both. Liu Yun said, "I'll get you a drink." When she came out, he leaned back in a chair against the light, exuding a clean and relaxed aura.

Liu Yun handed him the drink, and in doing so, she handed him her whole body.

Zhou Zheng pulled her, and she stumbled and fell into his arms.

Their lips met naturally, and Liu Yun sighed softly as his tongue entered her mouth. Hearing this sound, a primal desire and excitement surged within him—a soft moan of surrender and submission.

She had never desired him so much, never been so submissive, and never so compliant with his body's reactions, his desires.

They nibbled and kissed passionately, pleasure unexpectedly assaulting her. Desire surged through her veins, her muscles tensed, and the aroused passion crashed over her like a raging flood, making her blood boil.

For a brief moment, she tried to grasp the facade of aloofness and detachment she used to conceal herself, but the clamor of desire, the fervent impulse, forced her to reveal her true self, her primal self.

She was submerged in the surging torrent of desire, utterly disoriented and unable to control herself.

His hand traced her smooth neck, touching her breasts beneath her evening gown, slipping inside her thin bra, his fingers caressing her erect nipples.

His mouth was warm and moist; he gently licked the outer edge of her ear with his tongue, exploring, then his tongue probed inside.

His hand slowly slid down her stomach, her thighs, her buttocks, then moved upwards, back and forth, arousing her, making her feel a surge of heat, as if she were swelling with air. She vaguely realized she was about to lose control.

Zhou Zheng's hand was on her back; Liu Yun felt a chill run down her spine as he ripped down the zipper hidden in the seam of her tight dress, pulling the black dress off her body. Below, she wore a thin, ribbon-like panty, the tiny black ribbon covering her mons pubis. The contrast between black and white was striking. Curly pubic hair circled the black ribbon.

His breathing quickened as he stared; this was really going to happen.

She closed her eyes, leaned back in the chair, her head resting gently on his shoulder. Zhou Zheng continued to rub and tease her nipples with his magical fingers, making them harder and larger.

She felt wet between her legs; she was gripped tightly by rising lust, sinking into the mire of desire. She curled up and twisted in the chair.

She tried to turn around, but her shoulders were held down firmly, preventing her from moving. Now her entire body was beneath him, her pubic bone grinding against the hard bulge in his crotch.

Zhou Zheng's lust was high; his breathing was shallow and rapid, his voice slightly whimpering, a sound with profound meaning.

He carried her horizontally into the bedroom, where there was an enormous bed with a black satin bedspread. Thin, pleated cotton-linen fabric hung down in a deep, dark red, the same color as the walls. It looked like an altar of wicked devotion. He undressed in front of her; his shoulders were broad, his abdomen strong, his legs powerful—he was like a statue, a beautiful sculpture, its life and vitality derived from unrestrained lust.

He climbed naked onto the bed, bending over her, pressing her down, completely controlling her.

His mouth was rough, with a savage aggression; his fingers gripped her shoulders tightly, making her press against him. He felt her breasts bumping and rubbing against him.

He suddenly leaned back, away from her body, and grabbed her breast; she began to gasp.

His hand slid down, feeling it enter the gap between her legs inside her pants. His fingers slid inside her underwear, finding her smooth, hill-like mons pubis and the folds and clefts. His fingers pressed deeper, touching her clitoris; as he squeezed it tightly, she began to heat up.

He continued sliding his fingers, finally penetrating her vagina, thrusting them in and out repeatedly. Her moist, soft, smooth vagina tightly sucked at his probing fingers, and he could feel her trembling under his assault.

He groaned softly. The lights went out abruptly, darkness rose, and shadows intertwined, drifting in the dark currents like fish floating in the foam of splashing seawater.

When she lay sprawled on the mattress, her legs spread wide, revealing her glistening, voluptuous mons pubis, covered in dark pubic hair, to him.

He curiously parted her labia with his fingers.

Her reaction was unashamed and unpretentious; all she knew was unrestrained pleasure.

As he roughly touched her, she arched her back, making soft, moaning

sounds of pleasure.

Finally, he moved closer to her legs, his penis erect and throbbing.

She lifted her legs and bent them back, and he began to penetrate her, his penis pushing forward.

As he smoothly entered, her vagina enveloped his penis in ecstasy, squeezing his glans tightly.

As he thrust his penis deeper into her vagina, she opened her mouth as if to scream.

He began to gently thrust his glans in and out, then slowly pushed his penis forward until it was completely submerged in her vagina, swallowed entirely by her fiery body.

He began to straddle her, thrusting for a long time, his testicles bobbing back and forth, rubbing against her thighs.

His penis was squeezed tightly by her. His

abdomen began to slap her buttocks, and he saw her buttocks glowing white, and he could see her anus opening and closing with each thrust of his penis.

His chest began to heave violently, his breathing quickened, and he felt himself blossoming and swelling inside her.

He thrust wildly, and her buttocks rose and fell, responding to him.

He felt the pressure of her vagina was so intense; she became hot and frenzied, and his penis continued to thrust in and out. He knew she had reached orgasm before him once again.

He felt great pleasure; he loved his penis in the hot, flowing vaginal fluid, and he thrust wildly and relentlessly, offering her his penis, his testicles, even his soul.

Liu Yun wasn't young, but she looked completely inexperienced. She clumsily accepted Zhou Zheng's games, as if she'd done it before.

These lewd and stimulating things only happened in her dreams. Then he hurriedly pulled away and knelt behind her.

His penis was fully erect, and he began to part her clothes and thrust forward.

His eyes were on her wet cleft, swallowing his penis; she had already reached orgasm, and he was only just beginning to penetrate.

He had great endurance, capable of all sorts of positions, yet showed no sign of weakness.

When she was overcome with excitement, he would quickly withdraw, using his hands to caress the woman beneath him, then continue.

This repeated itself; he remained in a state of constant arousal, like a devil who never gave up. Liu Yun was whipped by desire, experiencing ecstasy and ecstasy.

He finally stopped, and after a while, slowly pulled his penis out of her vagina.

He loved having his penis inside her. He sat with his legs crossed on his feet, watching her.

Her vulva glowed with a rosy sheen, covered in her milky-white secretions like a string of pink pearls.

He reached out and pressed her down, turning her over so she lay on the bed, her limbs spread out seductively.

He slowly moved up to her body beside her, looking at her full breasts, now swollen like two heaps of cream, the nipples as red as her vagina, sharp and erect.

Her skin shone with a white sheen, almost revealing the beautiful bones beneath her full flesh.

From the first moment he saw her, he had wanted her; his lust had burned for her.

Now, he had finally possessed this captivating creature again; his dream had come true.

"No, not possessed, not repossessed."

He had to admit the truth: she had conquered him, she had made him rediscover every frenzy he felt with her, leading him to climb one new, unbearable peak after another.

She controlled everything, yet remained serene.

Having just experienced the baptism of desire, Liu Yun's body was still throbbing, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing rapid.

In the darkness of the night, he wearily climbed off her, took her shoulders, and pulled her into his arms.

Weariness washed over his recently satisfied body. The bathroom tap wasn't turned off completely, and the rhythmic dripping sound was like a lullaby, lulling him into a deep sleep.

The next morning, she was suddenly awakened by the dripping sound. Beside her, naked, was this man, whose body was still unfamiliar to her, snoring loudly and pressing his body tightly against hers.

She shifted slightly, eliciting a surge of joy in him. They gazed at each other for a moment, then began to kiss quietly.

The morning kiss was tender and gentle, like the smooth movement of fish swimming in water.

"Will I become a bad woman?"

she whispered to the frenzied man.

He was leaning against the headboard, naked, watching her and smiling.

"Yes, because you made me fall in love with you,"

Zhou Zheng replied.

"A good woman in life, a bad woman in bed, where can you find a woman like you?"

He buried his head in her chest.

"I think I am."

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