[Urban] New Game World (Complete) - 34-36

Chapter Four: The Game Sparks Passion

1. Zhou Zheng sped towards the suburbs in his Land Rover, experiencing the exhilarating speed of this white, cruiser-like vehicle. Since the city saw the proliferation of elevated highways, a group of speed demons had also emerged on them. He leisurely whistled as he gripped the steering wheel, while Yuan Yuan beside him gripped the door handle tightly. "You're driving too fast!" Yuan Yuan shouted excitedly, further fueling his excitement. After a while, she whispered, "Slow down, I'm dizzy."

Zhou Zheng then left the highway. Ahead, he could see the sea; the trench beside the road was filled with the tide, and dozens of fishing boats lay dormant there. He slowed down, rolled down the window, and the salty sea breeze mingled with the vibrant scent of the roadside trees, rushing into his car.

Zhou Zheng drove to an old French-style villa. As soon as his car entered the parking lot, a neatly dressed security guard guided him to a parking space. Yuanyuan asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

"To show Mom what it's like,"

he said with a smile, leading Yuanyuan into the villa. Yuanyuan's high heels swayed on the seemingly rocking wooden stairs; she hesitated to take a step. Zhou Zheng went over and took her arm, her weight almost pressing down on him, swaying her other hand for balance. Upon reaching the top floor, the space suddenly opened up, lavishly decorated, every detail meticulously crafted. Yuanyuan noticed that each set of tables and chairs was different in style and color. There were corner sofas against the wall, their armrests and backs higher than normal sofas, allowing one to sink completely in, almost invisible except for the hair on one's head—perfect for those who engaged in shady activities.

As they walked past, no one paid her any attention, not even a second glance.

The brightness inside the dining room contrasted sharply with the darkness outside, making the glass curtain wall a mirror, reflecting them at the window table, along with other guests and the chandelier, as if there were another dining room outside. Yuanyuan glanced at the restaurant's reflection in the glass, scanning the other diners out of the corner of her eye. She asked Zhou Zheng, "This place must be expensive, right?"

"Yes, eating steak here is like eating your own flesh,"

Zhou Zheng said nonchalantly, flipping through the menu.

He added, "Rumor has it that the most expensive restaurants aren't those overflowing with abalone and bird's nest, but rather top-notch private dining establishments." Yuanyuan

felt a pang of heartache. "Why did you bring me here?" she said. A beautifully decorated aperitif was brought out by a uniformed waiter; Yuanyuan was overwhelmed by its vibrant colors. Zhou Zheng remained calm, a smile on his face, as he lit a cigarette. Soon, the main courses arrived, featuring delicious sea urchin and salmon roe, and thinly sliced roast beef that melted in the mouth. Most importantly, every dish was prepared by the chef in front of the guests, pushing a cart, emphasizing not only the freshness and quality of the ingredients but also the skillful artistry and ingenuity, creating a series of delightful surprises.

They were drinking French red wine. Yuanyuan, persuaded by Zhou Zheng, drank a few more glasses, her face flushed and slightly tipsy. The large restaurant only had a dozen or so casual diners. Several couples looked intimately close, but were extremely tired. There were also single customers, but regardless of gender, they all had indifferent expressions and wouldn't look anyone in the eye. Yuanyuan glanced at the couples out of the corner of her eye and quietly asked Zhou Zheng, "Hey, can you tell me what their relationship is?"

Zhou Zheng lightly touched her toe under the table and whispered, "Are you really not sure, or are you pretending?"

Yuanyuan said seriously, "I really don't know. You know I don't come to places like this easily."

Zhou Zheng leaned closer and said, "Since you really don't know, then I'll tell you. Actually, you can imagine, what couple would come to a place like this to eat at a time like this?"

Yuanyuan said, "Then they must be lovers?"

Zhou Zheng said, "Lovers wouldn't come here either. At this time, those who come to places like this are either men and prostitutes; or women..." "Man and duck."

Yuanyuan suddenly leaned forward with great interest and whispered, "Can you point it out to me? Which couple is the woman and the duck, and which couple is the man and the chicken?"

Zhou Zheng said, "Do I need to point that out? Just observe carefully, and you'll understand."

She indeed scanned the couples in the restaurant several times with the corner of her eye and said, "I really can't tell."

Zhou Zheng laughed, "You're just pretending. You haven't even figured out these relationships all these years."

She said, "It's not a shameful secret. Just tell me directly. Why make me rack my brains?"

Zhou Zheng said, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you."

He pouted at a couple who were engrossed in drinking soup and said, "This couple is the man and the chicken."

"How do you know?"

she asked with a smile. Zhou Zheng said, "When you smile, I feel like you're pretending to be confused and playing tricks on me."

She said, "No, no, I really don't understand."

Zhou Zheng said, "Isn't it just showing off my limited knowledge? Let me tell you, prostitutes are generally young, and they all wear heavy makeup. Their clothing also has industry characteristics. For example: leather miniskirts, frayed denim shorts, etc. Of course, in Tokyo there are also a group of innocent, pure-looking prostitutes—these cultured prostitutes mostly work in megacities, frequenting five-star hotels and high-class art venues. They speak eloquently and have refined tastes; you can learn a lot from being with them. We don't have many innocent prostitutes here."

She asked, "Why?"

Zhou Zheng said, "Our country is basically a money-grubbing place; innocent prostitutes have no place here."

"You've only been back in the country for a few days, how do you know so much?"

Yuanyuan said maliciously. Zhou Zheng said, "A prostitute is a prostitute, it's the same everywhere. No matter what she dresses up, the clients can tell at a glance. The clients' experience is actually very simple: if she's a prostitute, she won't look at people directly. In other words, if a woman glances at people with her eyes slanted out of the corner of her eye, no matter how elegant her clothes or how graceful her demeanor, nine times out of ten she's a prostitute."

She whispered to Zhou Zheng, "You must have been a client of prostitutes in Japan?"

Zhou Zheng said, "Look, here we go again. I didn't want to say it, but you insisted. Now that I've said it, I'm labeled a client of prostitutes."

She said, "Just kidding, look how scared you are!"

He said, "What am I afraid of? I'm not afraid at all. I've never been to a prostitute before, what am I afraid of?"

She said, "I know you're not afraid of anything." "Because you're a morally upright and good person. Tell me quickly, which ones are the male prostitutes and the female prostitutes?"

Zhou Zheng whispered, "I am one!

" Yuan Yuan said seriously, "Don't joke around. Look, that couple across from you are the most popular rich female prostitutes right now."

She asked again, "What are the characteristics of male prostitutes?"

Zhou Zheng said, "Male prostitutes are all young and healthy lads. They use a lot of moisturizing mousse on their hair, and there's always a tuft of hair sticking up on their foreheads, like a little rooster.

In addition, they all like to wear single-layered suit jackets, usually light-colored suit jackets and dark boss pants, but some wear brand-name casual sportswear. The women with them are all very mature middle-aged women, with style and temperament, and of course, money. Raising male prostitutes is much more expensive than raising chickens."

At this point, she had no time to listen to Zhou Zheng's rambling. The woman across from her and her male prostitutes attracted Yuan Yuan's attention.

The little duck was so cute, with fair skin, soft downy feathers, and small but bright black eyes, like two black clouds. Especially adorable were its ears, white, thick, and large, full of emotion, making one want to put them in their mouths. The woman who raised the ducks was also quite attractive, with high cheekbones, prominent eyes, white teeth, black lips, a full chin, and a long black dress. Her breasts were large and bulging, with a cleavage so deep you could fit a cucumber inside. A gleaming gold chain hung around her neck, and two small golden chili peppers dangled from her ears. Yuanyuan shook her head disdainfully at her attire. "She doesn't know how to dress,"

she muttered under her breath. Just then, she saw the woman scoop up a spoonful of shark fin soup and hold it to the duck's beak, her eyes full of affection, like the duck's mother or sister, yet neither.

The duck seemed uninterested in the shark fin soup, its beak twisting and turning as it tried to avoid it, but not really. The woman pouted coquettishly, a seductive glint in her dark eyes, as she forcefully fed the spoonful of soup into the duck's mouth. The duck smacked its lips and swallowed the soup, quacking softly.

Yuanyuan got up and said she needed to use the restroom. She deliberately swayed her hips as she passed the couple's seats. Zhou Zheng noticed she paused for a moment, clearly finding the couple quite intriguing. She returned quickly, and before even sitting down, she said to Zhou Zheng, "I heard that woman call him 'Good Boy Tiger,' it must be that guy. He's either born in the Year of the Tiger, or his name has the character 'Tiger' in it."

Zhou Zheng nudged her toe, winked at Yuan Yuan, and whispered, "Did you see that?"

"See what?"

Yuan Yuan looked around, and Zhou Zheng nudged her thigh with his foot. "Under the table.

That woman was already groping the man's crotch. Yuan Yuan saw it, and her face immediately turned red. She said thoughtfully, 'How pitiful.'

He asked, 'What's pitiful?'

Yuan Yuan said absentmindedly, 'Nothing, I didn't tell you anything.'

The waiter brought over a steaming coconut and said respectfully, 'Miss, your shark fin soup.'

Yuan Yuan scooped a spoonful of shark fin soup and absentmindedly poured it into her mouth. As soon as the soup entered her mouth, she jumped up, started slurping, and covered her mouth with her hand. Zhou Zheng knew she was burned. He said, "Spit it out, spit it out, hurry up and spit it out!"

But she waved her hands in refusal, looking like someone struggling to hold back vomiting. The scalding soup churned in her mouth. Afraid of spitting out and looking unseemly, she steeled herself, straightened her neck, and forced it down. It felt like a ball of fire rolling down her throat and into her stomach. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. At this moment, Zhou Zheng noticed that the little duck across from him was looking up at Yuan Yuan with a soft gaze, the meaning of which was hard to guess. He then saw him scoop up a spoonful of soup, blow on it, and then feed it to the big-breasted woman. As he did these things, his gaze wandered, past the woman in the black dress, and landed on Yuan Yuan's face. Yuan Yuan probably also noticed that he was being observed. She instinctively sensed the man's interest in her. At this moment, she adjusted her posture, while her upper body swayed in the chair.

The duck named "Good Boy Tiger" was also being greedy, wanting more than what he had, but Yuan Yuan, who was outside the bowl, inexplicably felt a sense of pride. Her eyes sparkled with a beaming smile. Zhou Zheng strongly sensed that the cute little duck was suppressing her physical disgust to be smitten with the dark-faced woman. His heart was filled with disgust for the ugly woman and sympathy for the little duck. Yuan Yuan seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps quietly asking him, "Why? He clearly hates her, so why does he pretend to fawn over her? Women sell smiles for money, but what about men? What do men sell their smiles for?"

Zhou Zheng almost burst out laughing. She gulped down her soup, forgetting to maintain a ladylike demeanor, making slurping noises, looking just like a shrewish street vendor drinking porridge.

Zhou Zheng held up his glass, and she quickly covered hers with her hand, saying, "I can't drink anymore, don't let it be like that night."

Realizing she'd let something slip, she turned her face away, her eyes darting away. The burning desire in Zhou Zheng's heart seemed to be doused with water, instantly freezing him, even his previously erect penis went limp. Looking at Yuan Yuan, she was still watching the couple flirting with interest. Zhou Zheng saw the man lean back, seemingly suppressing a feeling that was either pain or pleasure; beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. Suddenly, Yuan Yuan said to Zhou Zheng, "Shall we go home?"

Yuan Yuan remained silent the whole way, her eyes closed, her body slumped in the seat. Zhou Zheng knew she hadn't drunk much, far from being drunk, and knew she was still aroused by the couple's teasing. He thought that once they got home, a little more teasing would surely lead to his goal. Back home, Yuanyuan didn't even say goodnight before entering her suite and slamming the door shut. Zhou Zheng was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He circled her room, but couldn't find a single gap through which he could glimpse her secrets. He immediately regretted not leaving some openings in the house's design.

2. A few days later, Liu Yun from the Land Rover dealership called. Zhou Zheng thought of her long, slender legs in her short skirt, and his heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Zhou, you received two travel packages with the car you purchased from our store. When would you like to come and complete the formalities to collect them?"

Liu Yun's voice was as gentle as a breeze. As if hearing a woman's voice, Yuanyuan came out of her suite, her eyes full of doubt. Zhou Zheng beckoned her over, and she approached him, listening intently. "Okay, that's exactly what we need,"

Zhou Zheng said. Then the other person asked, "When can you come and pick it up?"

At this moment, Zhou Zheng noticed Yuan Yuan's rather casual attire and an idea struck him. He said, "Miss Liu Yun, I'm currently very uncomfortable. Could you please deliver it to me?"

She sounded impatient but still agreed. Yuan Yuan asked, somewhat annoyed, "Can't you just go and get it? It's inconvenient for a guest to come to your house."

Zhou Zheng then pulled her close and whispered something in her ear. Yuan Yuan playfully slapped him, saying, "You're so playful."

As she turned to leave, she turned back and said, "So, you're Mommy's little tiger?"

It seemed she still couldn't forget that little tiger.

About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Zhou Zheng went to open the door. Liu Yun was still wearing her work clothes—a white shirt, a navy blue skirt, and black stockings that outlined her long, beautiful legs. The moment the door opened, Liu Yun was so startled she almost screamed. She saw Zhou Zheng's eyes light up; he was barely wearing anything, only a pair of tight-fitting briefs bulging suspiciously. She was momentarily stunned and almost fled. "Excuse me, come in, I'll go change,"

Zhou Zheng said, ushering her inside. Just then, Yuan Yuan came out of the bedroom, her hand scratching her tousled hair, clearly having just gotten out of bed. "Good boy, who's at our house?"

she asked. Liu Yun noticed she was wearing a thin, transparent silk nightgown; as she moved, a voluptuous, sexy body was faintly visible beneath. Zhou Zheng brought her a drink and smiled, "It's Miss Liu from the boutique."

Yuan Yuan's eyes immediately lit up with wariness. She sat opposite Liu Yun, seemingly showing off her full hips and long legs. Liu Yun thought to herself that she must take great care of herself, paying particular attention to maintaining her figure. At her age, she had such a perfect physique. Last time at the shop, she had guessed their relationship, and it seemed she was right. She noticed her long, manicured nails, painted a bright orange-red. She adorned herself with sparkling earrings and bracelets, radiating a dazzling, almost overwhelming, glow, especially after Liu Yun learned she was a wealthy woman keeping a young man. She found her excessively ostentatious and utterly vulgar. Zhou Zheng had changed into a sweatshirt and shorts; his jet-black hair and bright eyes made him a somewhat attractive man. He paid great attention to his appearance and was proud of his strong physique and boundless energy. This was Liu Yun's assessment of him: not only could he work as a gigolo, but he was also very attractive to older women.

"Well, you won two travel packages in the lottery. I'd like to know if you'll be staying separately or in one room. We can report this to the travel agency so we can make arrangements,"

Liu Yun said, trying to remain calm. "We definitely have to stay in one room, don't you think? My little tiger?"

Yuan Yuan said sweetly. Zhou Zheng was amazed by Yuan Yuan's innate ability to adapt to her surroundings. She quickly and intuitively assumed her role, blending seamlessly into the atmosphere as if it were second nature. Liu Yun slightly furrowed her brow; she was shamelessly blatant and undisguised. Yuanyuan almost fell into Zhou Zheng's arms. Zhou Zheng patted her hand on his shoulder and said repeatedly, "I know, I know."

He then said to Liu Yun, "It's like this, we'll stay in one room."

Liu Yun couldn't hide her disgust. She said, "Please sign this form and the itinerary for this trip."

She handed a few pages to Zhou Zheng. Seeing that Zhou Zheng was staring intently at her neckline, she quickly straightened up, but felt Zhou Zheng's toes brushing against her calf. She quickly took a step back. Yuanyuan seemed to have noticed this detail. She knocked over the water on the table, jumped up, and screamed unhappily.

Zhou Zheng lifted her skirt to dry the water stains. Liu Yun saw that she was wearing black panties that were so tight they couldn't be smaller, and her pubic hair was growing wildly like tangled weeds, with one labia exposed.

Liu Yun snatched the signed papers and left in a hurry without even saying goodbye. Zhou Zheng escorted her to the elevator. He deliberately asked, "Miss Liu, when can we meet?"

"No."

Liu Yun entered the elevator without looking back. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she saw Zhou Zheng make a very lewd gesture and then put his hand on his underwear. Liu Yun screamed. Zhou Zheng returned to the house, where Yuan Yuan was laughing heartily, clutching her stomach. "Zheng'er, you acted so well!"

"Mom acted well too,"

he said. Yuan Yuan added, "That girl must hate you to death!"

"Who cares about her,"

Zhou Zheng said, then carefully looked at the plan. He said, "Mom, time is tight. Do you need any preparations?"

"No need, Zheng'er. Will we act like this when we get there? I think it's so much fun."

Yuan Yuan seemed still immersed in the scene from earlier, somewhat reluctant to leave. "As long as Mom's happy, I'll do anything,"

Zhou Zheng said, his eyes lingering on her body. Yuan Yuan then realized her body was almost transparent. She said, "I forgot to change back into my pajamas."

She then hurried back to her suite. Zhou Zheng watched her back, using a bottle of beer he was drinking to cover his erect shorts. This game was truly captivating Yuan Yuan; if it continued, it would be quite a spectacle. He decided to go back to the suite's bathroom to masturbate, releasing the tension in his testicles.

In those days, Yuan Yuan had been dreaming of her upcoming trip and vacation. She meticulously prepared everything for the trip. Yuan Yuan's wardrobe was truly awe-inspiring to Zhou Zheng: rows upon rows of shirts, skirts, dresses, trousers, and evening gowns, and rows upon rows of shoes in different colors, textures, and styles—everything imaginable was there. Zhou Zheng secretly chuckled at her several large suitcases. Finally, after his persuasion, she reduced her packing considerably. On that day, they set off early. Upon arriving at the travel agency, they found Liu Yun holding a list and counting heads. Gone was her professional attire; she was a completely different person, wearing a loose, bright red t-shirt and a narrow skirt, revealing her long, white legs. When she saw Zhou Zheng, her eyelids drooped, and she didn't even look up, simply crossing his name off. Seeing their large suitcases and bags, she grumbled, "It's not like we're moving, just a few days of travel."

Yuan Yuan was about to retort when Zhou Zheng pulled her away.

Their destination was a famous resort in Southeast Asia, renowned for its clear waters and abundant seafood.

Upon disembarking, they were enveloped in a wave of humid heat, the oppressive heat permeating the surrounding skyscrapers, lush and persistent. Yuan Yuan sat on the bus, constantly complaining about the local weather. Zhou Zheng noticed she was dressed quite lightly; she wore a silk jumpsuit printed with floral patterns. Her right hand was placed beside her face, her elbow supported by her left, which further emphasized her full, soft, and elastic breasts, which were alluringly gathered against her dark red dress. Liu Yun accompanied her the whole time, and when she loudly called Zhou Zheng's name and handed him the keys to a couple's villa in front of everyone, Zhou Zheng's face flushed red. Yuan Yuan was even more embarrassed, wearing a pair of wide-rimmed sunglasses, with beads of sweat on her forehead like a row of small glass marbles, each one resting on the edge of the glasses. Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Zheng left arm in arm with Yuan Yuan, who whispered, "Zheng'er, the joke went too far."

"Don't be afraid, Mom, the game has only just begun. Don't you like this kind of excitement?"

he said, walking through the lobby and around to the back of the main building, where they crossed a threshold. A cool breeze swept over them. The air was filled with the fragrance of jasmine and freesia, and the faint chiming of a clock could be heard from somewhere, along with the sound of a fountain.

Behind the hotel lay a hidden world, a series of independent European-style villas. Yuanyuan stumbled forward, her sandals clicking crisply on the smooth, hard floor. Only

when she heard the door slam shut behind her did her frightened heart calm down. She looked around and found herself standing in the center of a spacious living room. Several long pillars rose straight from the gleaming marble floor to the magnificent golden domed ceiling, carved with images of naked forest gods and fairies entwined in a drunken frenzy. Zhou Zheng nudged her arm, and she snapped out of her daze, her earlier apprehension vanishing instantly. Zhou Zheng laughed heartily, saying, "Mom, were you scared?"

The thought of sharing a room and sleeping in the same bed with his mother immediately filled him with excitement. "I'm not so easily frightened!"

Yuanyuan retorted stubbornly. "But what's the point of us sharing a room?"

"Alright, it's fine as it is now."

Zhou Zheng followed her upstairs. He opened a room on the second floor facing the sea. As soon as Yuanyuan entered, she walked straight to the window. The floor-to-ceiling glass window revealed the sea, and the surging waves seemed so close that it felt like the water was splashing directly onto the curtains.

Zhou Zheng saw her back as she leaned over the sea, her round, high buttocks sticking out, and her plump, snow-white thighs were very alluring. He leaned closer and placed his hand on her slender, curved waist: "Mom, are you satisfied now?"

She turned around, her face almost touching his chest, and said happily, "I'm quite satisfied."

She took his hand again, and around a corner, there was a door leading to a small balcony with a trellis covered in vines, bathed in the slanting sunlight. There were wicker chairs and a table on the balcony. Yuanyuan strode over there with her long legs, unhurried and light. She smiled at him, looking at him with a strange expression, leaning back in a very sexy pose. "Mom, maybe you should take a shower, then dress up nicely, and we can go to the dinner party together,"

Zhou Zheng said. He felt he couldn't stay any longer; his penis was throbbing in his pants, and if he stood there like this, Yuan Yuan would definitely notice.

"Good idea, Zheng'er. I think our fake relationship should end. This can't go on; it's embarrassing for Mom,"

Yuan Yuan said with a bright smile. Zhou Zheng said seriously, "Mom, we can't back down now. Everyone here accepts our relationship. If the truth comes out, it will be even more embarrassing.

" "But don't you feel wronged? I don't want my handsome son to be seen as a gigolo,"

Yuan Yuan sighed. Zhou Zheng said, "It's okay, just consider me Mom's gigolo."

After speaking, he returned to his room. He took off his clothes and rinsed off in the bathroom, then put on a snow-white shirt with a black bow tie, tousled his long hair, and put on a black suit. He made himself look radiant. Yuan Yuan was also dressed and waiting at the door. Zhou Zheng saw her heavily made-up, slender figure, and high breasts accentuated by a tight black dress. Her eyes, lightly shadowed, were alluring, thick black eyelashes covering her eyelids, and sharp, dark eyebrows made her look incredibly sexy and alluring. Zhou Zheng felt a little distracted; the woman before him was no longer his mother, but more like a young woman who could ignite his passion.

Upon entering the banquet hall, they quickly saw Liu Yun, who was standing alone, a folder in her hand, looking restless. Zhou Zheng said to Yuan Yuan, "I need to speak with Miss Liu about something."

Yuan Yuan then looked alone at the oil paintings hanging around the banquet hall. Zhou Zheng smiled and approached Liu Yun: "Miss Liu, you must have been waiting impatiently. I can't escape now."

"As you instructed, I have arranged the seaside villa for you. Now you should pay."

Liu Yun had a selfless attitude. "Thank you first, but I have another request, and I hope you can grant it?"

Zhou Zheng said. Liu Yun didn't even look at him, and said indifferently, "If it's within my power, I'll definitely help you achieve it."

"I want to go to the Crazy Horse Nightclub to watch a live show after dinner?"

Zhou Zheng stared into her eyes and said. Liu Yun's face quickly turned red. She said, "I tried to make a reservation for you, but I'm not sure."

As she spoke, she was about to get up when Zhou Zheng said, "Don't forget to collect payment."

He took out a gold card from his wallet: "I'm willing to spend whatever it takes."

"Of course, may I ask if your lover wants to arouse their own desires, or if you want your lover to be even more wildly indulgent?"

Liu Yun asked sarcastically. Zhou Zheng's lips curled into a light smile: "Both, I suppose."

He added, "If you also want to go, it's on me?"

Liu Yun scoffed and snatched the card from his hand, walking away without looking back.

3. The Crazy Horse Nightclub is a local entertainment venue that features live pornographic performances. When Zhou Zheng led Yuan Yuan inside, the theater was already packed with enthusiastic audience members: young gentlemen with their giggling girlfriends; middle-aged couples seeking a different kind of fun; and even some very aristocratic gentlemen with their elegantly dressed, bejeweled wives. Their seats were excellent, at a small round table to the left of the stage. A lock of Yuan Yuan's curly hair fell across her chest, her lips painted a deep maroon, her gaze fleeting and indistinct. Her sexy attire and slender, graceful figure were a refreshing sight, yet undeniably exuding a relaxed and indifferent air, perfectly complementing the languid style of the Crazy Horse theater. The lights dimmed, the curtain slowly rose, and a fat, sweaty emcee appeared on stage, delivering a series of boring, erotic jokes that elicited a chorus of hysterical laughter. The audience felt utterly cheated.

They remained in the quiet, somewhat chaotic place. Yuanyuan noticed more spectators had arrived, and the lights seemed brighter. The swirling bottles of liquor added a touch of frenzied allure to this chaotic hell. She was somewhat intoxicated, though she hardly touched her own glass. Then, the stage lights dimmed again, and a Black man appeared under the bright white spotlight. The audience inexplicably became excited. The tall, dark-skinned, melancholic man knew exactly how to create a visual impact for his audience.

Zhou Zheng noticed that more than half the audience were women. They were frozen in place, as if nailed to something; perhaps the man was displaying his unique masculine charm. Looking at Yuanyuan again, her thoughts seemed to drift away. She glanced away somewhat shyly, but her gaze quickly returned to the man on stage. It was as if her eyes were fixed on his face, her bones stiffening.

The man wore a black suit and a top hat, but his lower body was clad only in a narrow pair of briefs, revealing a full bulge between his legs that resembled a cat hiding. Yuanyuan's enthusiasm and excitement also infected Zhou Zheng. He could feel the restlessness of the audience scattered around him. The rustling of the program and whispers reached his ears, and he could faintly hear the slight rustling of clothing as the audience shifted their legs. The air was filled with the strong, alluring scent of perfume that lingered for a long time. At this moment, a naked woman danced gracefully in front of the tall black man; the woman's body was as supple as a cat, and her skin as smooth as velvet, yet she possessed a startling strength like a leopard. Every dance move she made was cat-like—crouching, leaping. Her swirling postures exuded an elegant yet almost maddening allure. The man's penis was visibly erect. The woman effortlessly led the Black man into a trance-like state, making him remove his coat and shirt, stand upside down, and utter strange cries. The audience erupted in cheers. They were restless.

Yuanyuan's eyes were glued to the nearly naked man and woman on stage. Her breathing became heavy, and instinctively, she began to tense up, her legs twisting and turning countless times. Suddenly, the woman yanked off the man's briefs, revealing his thick, enormous penis to the audience. The penis of this all-black man was so hard and powerful, irresistible, erect, thick, and long without being cloying.

This dark thing had caressed and nibbled the flesh of countless naked beauties during the man's late-night performances.

Yuanyuan seemed to feel that dark penis teasing her, striking her, as if sliding on her breasts, thighs, even down to her crotch. The sensation grew stronger and stronger, and she writhed restlessly in her chair, a violent tremor shooting from her spine to the long hair covering her head. The audience's emotions were ignited; the tension was palpable. They leaned forward, eyes half-closed, muscles tense. Zhou Zheng's passion was stirred; he seemed to be waiting for something, anticipating something. He seemed to vaguely hear Yuan Yuan's seductive moans, her legs and lips parted, a burning desire rising within him, searing his skin.

On stage, a black-and-white man and woman began to kiss, the man squeezing the woman's buttocks like milking a cow. Undoubtedly, they knew the woman willingly accepted the man's service, becoming his plaything. Yuan Yuan's body crumbled little by little; she slumped limply into her chair. The woman naturally spread her legs, displaying her labia to the audience, like opening a clenched fist to show off a precious treasure. Her pink clitoris shone like a priceless pearl. At this moment, the black man turned the beautiful woman around and told her to bend over and spread her legs. Of course, she did as he said. The black man squatted behind her, placed his hands on the woman's buttocks, and spread them apart. A strong desire made the black man insert his thick penis into her vagina. From somewhere in the audience, a man's painful groan came.

Zhou Zheng watched her out of the corner of his eye. Beads of sweat were already on Yuan Yuan's face. She bit her lip and wiped the sweat that fell on her chin with the back of her hand. Her buttocks were twisting on the seat cushion, as if there were thorns or something under her buttocks. He could feel the heat emanating from her almost naked skin.

Zhou Zheng felt himself nearing a boiling point; his penis swelled, hard as an iron rod, forcing him to cross his legs to conceal its erection. As the sounds of laughter, heavy breathing, and boasting reached her ears, Yuan Yuan lifted her feet to touch the small round table in front of her, feeling a cool sensation between her legs. She sat down heavily in the chair, knees together, a clear, sweet liquid flowing from her body, staining the chair she was sitting on. Zhou Zheng moved the chair closer to her; they were now almost side-by-side. Yuan Yuan's hands clung to his arm, her whole body limp as she nestled against him. He could feel her half-exposed breasts pressed tightly against his arm. On stage, the man and woman were engaged in passionate intercourse. Yuan Yuan stared at the point where the penis met the labia, panting, sighing, and moaning, her chair creaking. As the woman's hand began to caress her breasts, he noticed Yuan Yuan's breasts rubbing against his arms. The tall black man wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, forcing her to turn over. Their genitals remained in place, and the woman was now facing him. As he lifted her into the air, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, while the dark penis continued to throb. A stir ran through the audience, with scattered applause creating waves of excitement.

Zhou Zheng felt Yuan Yuan's hand grip his thigh, his own penis throbbing with a throbbing pain he had never felt before. He shifted his hips, hoping to attract Yuan Yuan's attention, but she didn't notice. Time seemed to stand still. In the frenzied excitement, the man on stage thrust relentlessly, violently, unleashing wave after wave of climax, igniting the flames of desire. Zhou Zheng simply took her small hand and placed it on the bulge between his legs. She obediently pressed it there, so naturally, without any guilt or fear. With a groan of ecstasy, the man and woman on stage finally surrendered to pleasure. The woman straightened her back, receiving the man's boiling semen.

As the climax gradually subsided, the woman collapsed on the stage, panting and drenched in sweat. The curtain slowly fell.

Yuan Yuan then awoke as if from a dream. She suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly moved away from Zhou Zheng's body. Looking around, she saw several men engrossed in their own activities, and even a couple making love in their seats. The woman was sitting on the man's lap. Zhou Zheng spread his legs, one of them seemingly brushing against Yuan Yuan's. He touched himself and found his penis erect inside his pants. Yuan Yuan glanced at it, and this time, she didn't know where she got the courage, but she gripped it tightly in her hand. The erect penis throbbed, spasmed, and trembled uncontrollably in her hand.

At this moment, the talkative emcee came out again, using his silver tongue to persuade the audience to participate. Judging from the excited expressions of the men in the audience, and of course, some women, there were also many eager participants.

But he hoped that the person he chose would have the talent to stimulate the audience's imagination. He stopped his gaze on a white man on the other side of the stage. The man was trying his best to persuade his girlfriend. His trousers were off, and he was pulling his girlfriend's hand to his crotch, while his girlfriend blushed with embarrassment and tried to pull her hand away. His girlfriend realized that he was not getting what he wanted, and in anger, the white man stood up and strode towards the stage.

He didn't even think to go back to his seat and put his trousers back on. He climbed the steps, where the emcee greeted him with the fervor of someone reunited with a long-lost son, taking the opportunity to whisper some erotic advice in his ear. The man trembled uncontrollably, but it was clear he was excited. Encouraging words came from the audience behind

him. A beautiful girl with long blonde hair took her place, wearing an orange-green coat that barely covered her buttocks. The girl smiled and nodded at the young man, but the conversation was drowned out by the whispers of the audience. In a second or two, the white man pulled her thin, strappy panties off her alluring thighs. The girl parted her knees seductively, and the crowd stirred again. She calmly displayed the most intimate and alluring part of a woman; pink, moist, and surrounded by folds. She rubbed her vulva while groping the white man's body. As she reached for his penis, she glanced at him, her eyes filled with fear and a desire to give up. The white man understood and lowered his head, his tongue lolling out as he licked her hairless labia, trying to push it into her vagina. The girl began to go wild, shaking her head and sending her blonde hair flying everywhere. Then she arched her back, begging the man to penetrate her.

Suddenly, Yuanyuan squeezed Zhou Zheng's penis violently, causing him so much pain he almost jumped off the stool. But she persisted, her hand sliding down his penis, grasping his scrotum, which lay beautifully between his thighs. The scrotum lay in her palm, full and moist, like tropical fruit. The sensation excited her; a warm, wet liquid flowed between her legs, and her genitals twitched with desire. Yuanyuan glanced around; all eyes were fixed on the stage. She subtly shifted, quietly spreading her long black dress to cover her lower body.

She raised one leg and placed it on the chair, gritting her teeth and trying to control herself. She glanced at Zhou Zheng, who sat next to her. He was intently watching the woman on stage, breathing rapidly, his cheeks flushed. She did something that caught Zhou Zheng off guard; she copied him, grabbing his hand and pulling it under her skirt, directly to her already wet vulva.

Zhou Zheng's hand slowly slipped inside, caressing the smooth, creamy inside of her thighs. She gasped, curling and alluringly parting her two captivating legs. He lightly stroked her soft, moist, curly pubic hair with his fingertips. She seductively swayed her hips, enticing his fingers to pleasure her. He forcefully parted her labia, caressing the delicate edges. His fingers groped through the wet, tangled pubic hair, inserting into her moist vulva. She gasped and writhed as his fingers found the path to her vagina, which was throbbing. As he made thrusting motions with his fingers, she gasped and moaned. The sensual stimulation grew stronger, deeply imprinted in his mind. From the very beginning, the irresistible power of her sexual desire had left a deep mark on him. Meanwhile, the white man and the girl on stage had finished their performance, and the entire audience was immersed in revelry. A blonde European woman, her unbuttoned evening gown revealing her full breasts, had her male companion sit on a large chaise lounge while she sat on the carpet beside them, and they began to caress each other. An Asian woman, constantly emitting lewd laughter, stood below the stage striking extremely obscene poses, exhaling smoke from her mouth, occasionally letting out coquettish giggles and impolite scolding, while clinging tightly to a man's body, touching his buttocks as she pressed against him. Yuan Yuan seemed to

tremble uncontrollably, as if a chill had gripped her heart. Her vagina was hot and boiling, convulsing under his hands like a twisted spasm. His fingers paused for a moment, but her trembling continued. Zhou Zheng looked at her with a devilish smile. When their eyes met, Yuan Yuan instantly lost her confidence, her legs went weak, and she almost fell into his arms. Just as she was in a daze, she felt Zhou Zheng's hands caressing, probing, exploring, and admiring.

4. After leaving the nightclub, they hailed a taxi. The roads were quiet and deserted, a safe time to let loose. Zhou Zheng held her tightly, the speeding taxi's momentum causing her to sway. His hands on her bare arms were so warm and dry; she couldn't help but wish this contact could last; she hoped to find solace from his strong body in her burning desire. She heard the creaking of the wheels on the gravel road. In the back seat, they were pressed tightly together. When Yuan Yuan's beautiful, watery eyes blazed with a feverish, bewildered fire as she looked at him, her lips wet, panting, almost swollen, his fingers stroked her chin, tilting her face towards him. He kissed her; their lips met, immediately intertwining and pressing together. Her mouth was open, and she licked his tongue with her wet lips. He tasted her and his own flavor, swallowing her full lips. These were the lips he had longed for since returning home and seeing her again. He held her in his arms, and she opened herself to him like a flower blooming in the rain. As their bodies trembled slightly, Zhou Zheng caught a glimpse of her glistening, white thighs, especially the crimson, blood-red thong at the top of her legs, which shimmered with an eerie light—the most provocative and lewd focal point of this erotic scene.

A sense of guilt and impending doom gradually filled the air in the carriage. Yuan Yuan took off her thong, waving it in front of Zhou Zheng's face. He seemed to smell the unpleasant odor of the white, damp stains on it. Yuan Yuan's wantonness left Zhou Zheng speechless. He couldn't help but scrutinize the exposed vulva at the base of her thighs. The thick, tangled pubic hair symbolized her vigorous sexual desire, and the plump labia, like dew-kissed blooming flowers, foreshadowed her healthy maturity. In his intoxication, Zhou Zheng seemed to smell the fragrance of dewy fruit. Zhou Zheng's hands impatiently caressed that area. Yuan Yuan lay limply in his arms, a warm flow overflowing between her thighs. She longed for him to be more determined, even more savage. She wanted his hand to penetrate her wet vagina, but Zhou Zheng only teased her labia. Yet this was enough to drive her wild and make her feel utterly lost, as if she had fallen into hell. Yuan Yuan writhed because her desire was not satisfied. Couldn't he just poke her vulva a few times with his fingers to arouse her? How cold-hearted Zhou Zheng was! He wanted to keep her sexually starved like a cat toying with a mouse. Although every nerve ending in her body was calling for this pleasure to continue, Zhou Zheng stopped. Yuan Yuan sat passively, her legs tightly clamped together. The taxi had stopped in front of the hotel. Zhou Zheng paid the fare, pulled her out of the car, and then returned to the back seat. Yuan Yuan's bright red panties were forgotten on the seat like a flower. Zhou Zheng stuffed the panties into his pocket.

Entering their villa, Zhou Zheng chuckled inwardly, knowing that Yuan Yuan was incredibly aroused by his teasing. Naturally, in her room, he slowly raised his arm and embraced her, gently pressing her body against his. They were like two clouds gently colliding, suddenly crashing onto a volcano. They embraced wildly, using all their strength, like clouds melting into a crater, they devoured each other.

They held each other like that for a long time, then Yuan Yuan raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and brought her lips close to his face. She kissed him lightly, her kisses fleeting, brushing his face, reaching his Adam's apple, and then his earlobe. She was so gentle that Zhou Zheng hated his heavy breathing.

Her face rubbed against his shirt. She murmured, "Do you know your shirt smells good?"

Zhou Zheng shook his head laboriously; he felt like he was about to freeze. She unbuttoned his shirt, and Zhou Zheng said, "I don't know."

"It's a man's scent."

She slipped her hands inside his shirt, gently stroking his muscles. Her hands were cold; he thought it was because she had just come back from outside. Her hands moved slowly, as if creating suspense for every inch of skin they hadn't yet reached. She seemed to be hiding herself, making him feel no embarrassment or unease whatsoever. He felt everything was so natural. She was kissing him, from his shoulder blades, like a sailboat sailing downstream. He wanted to stop it all; he felt himself being overwhelmed by this sudden surge of passion, almost unable to breathe. He kissed her fiercely, feeling his lips begin to ache, but he wouldn't pull away. He ran his hands through Yuan Yuan's hair, forcefully pushing her towards him. Waves of heart palpitations made his body tremble. He opened his mouth and bit her chin, her nose, her ear. He realized he had never truly understood what kissing meant before.

He moved closer to her again, his hands grasping the side of her long dress, groping around. He began to slowly unzip it, and Yuan Yuan twisted her waist to help, her dress straps slowly falling down, gradually revealing her ample breasts. Slowly, he removed her dress piece by piece until the soft fabric slipped from her body, sliding to the floor and landing at her feet. Zhou Zheng looked at the downy hair between her legs and gently extended his fingers there. Yuan Yuan lifted one leg, pulling it out from the pile of clothes on the floor, and kicked it away with her other foot.

She spread her legs, allowing his hand to easily find her vaginal opening. Slowly and gently, he stroked her labia, feeling the warm heat emanating from within. He discovered the flower path of her vagina, parting her labia, the gap just wide enough for him to insert a finger. Yuan Yuan moaned; he felt her vagina was wet. He withdrew his finger from her vagina and began to rub her clitoris. She spread her knees and squatted slightly so she could enjoy the increasing pleasure she was experiencing. She moaned and began to wiggle her hips, feeling her body burning hot under his touch.

He knelt down and kissed Yuanyuan's abdomen, her thick, curly pubic hair, licking her buttocks until her breathing became heavy. Only then did Yuanyuan realize the extraordinary significance of this trip, an unforgettable experience for her. She unbuttoned his shirt and gently kissed his smooth, muscular chest. As she unbuckled the metal ring on his belt, she suddenly heard him stop breathing. She smelled his body odor, an intoxicating scent. He was much taller than her, with well-developed muscles and a strong physique. Yuanyuan tilted her head back and stood facing him, pressing her naked breasts against his bare chest. She pulled off his pants with both hands, pressing her lower abdomen forward. She liked this way; perhaps he did too, but he didn't care. His penis was hard between them, and they kissed passionately, breathing heavily, growing increasingly excited. He threw off all his clothes.

When he stood naked before Yuanyuan, he felt his heart adrift on a distant sea, no longer belonging to himself. He felt a burning flame gradually spreading through his body, increasing the pressure beneath his skin. Yuanyuan wrapped her arms around his hips. It was wonderful, strong and muscular. He licked her neck, and when she tilted her head back to make her long neck easier for his kisses, she could even feel her hair brushing against her back.

They fell onto the carpet, so greedy and thirsty that they didn't even have time to climb into bed to make love. His penis was large and adorably hanging down, and Yuanyuan really loved it. It was hateful that all of this wasn't hers to possess; it was just something she could temporarily enjoy. If one key only fits one lock, it's too unfair to men and women. For Zhou Zheng, his key could definitely open any door. Yuanyuan's door to pleasure opened. This was her son's man, licking and kissing it wonderfully, and she writhed with pleasure and excitement. He licked her vulva like a cat until it became wet, and then he used his tongue to check the degree of her wetness. She also managed to lick and kiss his pleasurable penis; she liked a man's penis to be hard and aroused, but also needed to be inside him.

Ah, how skillful. His thick, long penis, its swollen glans thrusting towards her, her legs swaying as she wrapped them around him, her arms around his neck, his head rapidly lowering to suckle her breasts. Oh, God, in an instant, her whole body burned as if she were ill, a fiery, infernal heat. Her hands involuntarily went to her trembling, protruding lower abdomen, tightly parting her moist labia. It slid in like an iron rod covered in velvet, smooth and slippery as if oiled, like a rose entering her body. Her muscles tensed, she moaned softly with pleasure. He thrust in and out easily, pressing against her open body, his hard, thick penis filling her tight vagina, then he withdrew his glans until she cried out in hunger, then he thrust in again, waving his penis back and forth inside her. He slid gently, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, then thrust in and out with all his might like a violent storm, then became gentle and docile like a gentle breeze, each movement displaying a different characteristic. He began to thrust harder into her, becoming increasingly greedy. Yuan Yuan's climax arrived; she let out an excited scream, her pelvis arching upwards, matching his unabated, even more violent, thrusts. Gradually, her whole body trembled and spasmed, first moaning loudly, then letting out a series of satisfied, trembling sighs, as if she had just escaped the clutches of death.

He pulled Yuan Yuan up, kissing her all the way to the bedroom. This sweet journey was long and arduous, but who cared?

Yuan Yuan lay on the mattress, like a beautiful pattern on the cushion. She stretched out her arms to her son, "Come on,"

she seemed to say, "Come on."

He thrust into her vagina once more, his excitement making him feel like a stranger to himself. He felt himself being consumed, yet a voice roared within him, "I love you, I love you, Mom."

He understood so much. A man's first love for a woman is his mother. He didn't know why, he knew, he had never experienced anything like this before. He suddenly felt a miracle, he could actually merge so completely with this woman who often appeared in his dreams, even feeling their souls were intertwined. He forgot all the techniques, forgot that he should also lead her to that final climax, forgot that he was a man, that he should take care of a woman. He seemed to have forgotten everything, but the sustained exhilaration did not diminish because of the forgetting. He felt Yuan Yuan's hand gripping him tightly. He knew she was with him. He said, "Come with me."

He saw Yuan Yuan nod wholeheartedly. He closed his eyes, pulling Yuan Yuan down into the bottomless abyss.

His erect penis continued to thrust and pump inside her, driving her, filling her completely.

Then, he withdrew, teasing her with the head of his penis at the entrance of her wet vagina. Yuanyuan lay sprawled on her back, fully enjoying the pleasure her son's penis brought her. Of course, she didn't seem entirely comfortable with a man, especially her own son, on top of her, but the sensation was undeniably wonderful.

A large mirror was mounted on the ceiling above the bed. In it, she looked at their bodies, admiring the man as he thrust into her, his muscular back and shapely legs captivating her. His body in the mirror obscured hers, making them look like a monster—a woman's head on a man's body. The image was grotesque yet sensual. She shifted beneath him to see herself more clearly.

He withdrew his penis, lowered himself, and pressed his mouth to her breasts, tasting one nipple after another, his head bobbing back and forth. Her breasts looked beautiful in the mirror, her nipples erect, licked a rose-red color. She felt his warm, wet mouth sliding intermittently, down to her abdomen, her navel, and then to her soft, moist vagina. She watched everything in the mirror; the man's head lowered further, the woman spread her legs wider. His tongue licked her pubic hair, then slid down to her smooth, hidden labia. Watching this performance by two seemingly strangers in the mirror intensified her uncontrollable pleasure. He found her clitoris and gently licked it with the tip of his tongue, his touch as soft as a woman's, and she felt waves of arousal ripple across her labia. Now, a different animalistic image appeared in the mirror: a woman's body, legs spread wide, a man arching his back, his head buried between her thighs. She squinted, admiring. As she watched, she gradually lost control, becoming unconscious. She was immersed in the waves of pleasure his tongue brought her.

Suddenly, she was no longer satisfied with passively being played with and teased by him, so she slid off his body, pushed him down onto the bed, and straddled him. His penis stood erect, trembling. She wrapped her fingers tightly around it, rubbing it up and down. She was captivated by the erotic imagery she imagined, tilting her head back to present her high breasts and erect nipples in the mirror. Then she spread her legs, preparing to insert that thick, hard, red penis into her body. She slightly opened her mouth, watching in the mirror as her dark red labia swallowed the man's penis. She sat down forcefully, pushing it deeper. She shook her body violently, sometimes leaning back, sometimes forward, feeling it writhe and swell inside her.

She saw the woman in the mirror gracefully riding a man, trembling wildly.

The man's hands grasped her nipples, kneading them, his slender fingers deftly flicking at her erect nipples. She pressed her body forward, discovering that this allowed his pubic hair to rub against her clitoris. He saw the woman's buttocks swaying faster and faster, more and more frantically, as if she were going mad, and he was also growling softly beneath her, unable to resist grabbing her buttocks, begging her to slow down. His words seemed to remind her, and a thought flashed through her mind: I will make him unable to bear it, make him ejaculate, she wanted to prove her strength and will. The woman in the mirror smiled, enjoying the man's sharp arrow...

her juicy vagina kept sucking his penis, squeezing and gripping until he ejaculated. When his penis softened, the man was still reluctant to pull out. Yuanyuan lay flat on her back, satisfied. He licked and kissed the groove between her breasts, then turned over and began to play with her toes, constantly sucking and gently biting them. Before this, she had never thought of them as an erogenous zone, but this man could create an indescribable effect in this way. At the same time, she held his penis. Its glans was sticky, but the back part lay on the soft, swollen, ridiculously clumsy scrotum. She picked up the soft bag and began to play with it. Yuanyuan noticed that the previously limp penis was slowly becoming erect, the wrinkled foreskin bulging and glistening with oil. She began to lick and kiss it; she loved the feeling of having a man's penis in her mouth. Her hands also played with his scrotum, and a strong reaction quickly spread to his hands and knees. His legs were stretched out, allowing his penis to hang down naturally and relaxed so that she could lick every part of it at will, gently sucking and licking from the glans to the base. At this moment, he also buried his head between her legs, his hair tickling the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.
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5. Zhou Zheng lay on the luxurious, soft double bed, yawning. What a wonderful night! His eyes were met with a breathtakingly white ceiling. Turning to the left, he saw a long window covered in thick velvet—he loved velvet. Turning to the right, he saw a pillow covered in a white lace pillowcase, empty, devoid of any familiar face. He huddled under the covers for a while, reliving the events of the previous night. His mother, Yuanyuan's, vulva beneath her thick pubic hair was still so tender and beautiful! She wasn't very experienced, that was true; but she was indeed a vibrant and talented woman. She greedily sucked his nectar, like savoring a rare and exquisite wine. Her hand unconsciously slid towards his underwear, and his penis grew large and erect.

Perhaps they should have some more fun before taking a bath and having breakfast.

Just then, Yuanyuan emerged from the bathroom, giving him a provocative smile, her loose bathrobe casually open at the top. She approached the bedside with a warm smile: "Did you sleep well last night, child?"

"I slept very soundly, thank you, Mom!"

"Zhou Zheng said sincerely. He sat up halfway and pressed his face tightly against Hao Pa's chest. A faint scent mixed with her body fragrance wafted into his nose and instantly took over his senses and her consciousness. "We received a complaint from the hotel manager this morning, telling us not to be so loud and disturb the other guests."

A cunning and strange glint appeared in Zhou Zheng's eyes. Yuan Yuan took it seriously. She looked surprised: "Really?"

Seeing the mischievous smile on her son's lips, she knew she had been tricked. She suddenly became excited, thinking about the loud moans and lewd cries of the previous night, which made her feel uncontrollably excited. She felt a heat rising in her lower body. She pounced on him, pounding her fists and murmuring, "Well, you've learned to deceive your mother."

With her movements, her bathrobe almost came undone, revealing half of her snow-white body. Suddenly, he became excited. What happened next is well known. His arms wrapped tightly around her, and he kissed her passionately, their tongues intertwining. Zhou Zheng hadn't indulged himself for a long time, and his intense desires were rekindled.

Yuan Yuan was also delighted by her son's frenzied sexual appetite. Zhou Zheng's hands caressed and kneaded her body. Although she had just experienced a blissful night, Yuan Yuan was still in a state of excitement. She had given everything to this room, to this bed, and to this lustful man.

Zhou Zheng's hands were large and powerful, like bear claws. When his long fingers slid across Yuan Yuan's body, she trembled with excitement; he had aroused her desire. His lips covered hers, his tongue entering her soft mouth. Yuan Yuan responded passionately, full of anticipation. She reached out and caressed Zhou Zheng, slowly finding his thick, erect member beneath his trousers. He was incredibly sexually attractive, and another wave of pleasure washed over Yuan Yuan; she could experience ecstasy again. Yuanyuan released her son's arms from her embrace, skillfully slipping her hands under the covers and groping his strong thighs. Zhou Zheng opened his mouth without resistance, thinking that his mother, Yuanyuan, was becoming increasingly wanton, and he didn't find it offensive; any man would feel comfortable and at ease doing this. He then began to pant as he felt Yuanyuan's soft fingers slip into his pants, pulling out his erect penis.

"Great, my little tiger!"

Yuanyuan whispered, gently stroking his penis. "You feel good; now let me see if you can feel even better."

She pulled the covers off him, gleefully examining her prize—it was not only thick and long, though not very long, but also substantial and erect. When she first experienced such ecstasy there, she doubted whether she would be able to fully enjoy this alluring prize. Yuanyuan's lips drew near it, circling it. He couldn't help but groan, grabbing her head and convulsively rubbing her hair, uttering incomprehensible murmurs.

Yuanyuan didn't care about his murmurs; she didn't want a polite conversation. She licked the glans of her son's penis, tasting the salty semen. Although she longed for him to churn wildly inside her, she didn't want to give in too easily. She wanted a brief, stimulating prelude; she wanted to drive herself wild and intoxicated, and she needed to prepare him first. Yuanyuan teased his penis for a while, trying to intensify her son's desire, making it uncontrollable so she could enjoy herself. She repeatedly refused to let him enter her mouth, even as he tried to satisfy his desire and reach orgasm.

Zhou Zheng was a little annoyed, and a little disappointed, but his annoyance and disappointment did not stop her, because she understood that the longer this game went on, the more pleasure he would enjoy when she pitied him in the end. But what was even faster and more uncontrollable was Yuan Yuan herself. When she saw her son's penis, wet and glistening with moisture, covered with her saliva and his semen, this wildly fiery woman decided she would never let him slip away from her again. She climbed on top of him, and when she lifted the hem of her bathrobe, he saw her bare vulva, already overflowing with lustful fluid. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, and Yuan Yuan hooked her arms around his neck. Their lips pressed tightly together, and they kissed passionately, their bodies pressed together, their desire rising. Zhou Zheng lifted her body, and she moved her buttocks easily on his erect penis, pressing tightly against it and rubbing lightly, stimulating her clitoris to a state of yearning and indulgence.

She spread her legs wide, bent her knees, and tightly hugged his neck. He lifted her up again, his strong hands supporting her soft waist, then slowly lowered her. He aimed his penis at her wet lips, thrusting upwards with intense excitement and a sticky, lustful fluid. His penis accurately pierced her cave of pleasure, the veins on his neck bulging with each inch, his dark eyes gleaming with passion. Zhou Zheng's penis was pressed tightly against her vagina, and with the weight of her body, it was enough to plunge Yuan Yuan into a fiery, wondrous vortex of lust that quickly overwhelmed her. Now, he thrust his hips from below, making his penis move continuously inside her, until she felt every muscle in her body could grasp every moment of pleasure, she was practically dizzy with ecstasy.

Just then, the phone rang at an inopportune moment, but they ignored it. Yuan Yuan was already moaning loudly, like a mother beast bursting with springtime passion. With each powerful thrust, a low growl came from his throat, making her cry out in excitement. The ringing went on and on, so Zhou Zheng reached for the receiver. He recognized Liu Yun's voice, and she probably heard Yuan Yuan's cat-like meows too. She asked sarcastically, "Getting up so early in the morning?"

"Yeah, the cat's eyes can't be satisfied,"

Zhou Zheng said, giving Yuan Yuan a hard nudge. She cried out again, and he was sure Liu Yun could hear her clearly this time. She said angrily, "It's almost nine o'clock! Everyone's waiting for you."

"Okay, okay, coming right away,"

Zhou Zheng said without hanging up, leaving the phone lying on the bed. He flipped Yuan Yuan over, pinning her down and fucking her like an animal in heat. Yuan Yuan moaned with pleasure, still amazed by his power, keeping her in a state of frenzy from beginning to end. They reached climax almost immediately, their shouts and growls continuing, the sounds echoing throughout the empty room in their ecstatic climax.

They spent a day sightseeing with a tour group, and the next day they never went out again. Once the taboo between mother and son was broken, Yuanyuan showed an astonishing fervor for sexual pleasure. She couldn't wait for her son to tease her every day, and was ecstatic about his almost violent and rough behavior. When she woke up from the euphoria after several sexual encounters, she looked up at Zhou Zheng somewhat timidly and said, "You're like a sex maniac.

And you're a slut."

Zhou Zheng said, putting his arm around her waist again. He propped himself up on his knees, so that Yuanyuan's waist was suspended. She was in ecstasy. She didn't know how her son had become such a master of sexual pleasure. Yuanyuan closed her eyes and gasped, "You've killed me. I can never go home again."

He grabbed Yuanyuan's thighs and shook them violently, saying, "Then let's die together in this foreign land."

Yuanyuan's whole body trembled. Seeing her like this, Zhou Zheng's pleasure reached its peak.

Two hours later, Zhou Zheng, lying on his back on the bed, realized the sweat on his chest was almost gone. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Yuan Yuan, lying beside him, was only covered by a bath towel around her waist, motionless as if she hadn't fully woken up. Zhou Zheng changed his position and wrapped himself around Yuan Yuan again, blowing smoke into her thick hair. The smoke that seeped into her hair turned into wisps and slowly rose. After their lovemaking, Yuan Yuan's skin was as clean and smooth as ivory. Although she was voluptuous, she wasn't bloated. Her full, firm breasts were very attractive. Zhou Zheng realized that his strength had fully recovered, and he once again frantically welcomed Yuan Yuan. He had an energy that was hard to match for other men. Yuan Yuan tasted the true flavor of a man in him.

They stayed in their villa room, lying naked on the bed listening to music, watching DVDs, and playing board games. When they were hungry, they would call the waiter to bring food. They rarely slept; they dared not look closely into each other's eyes, as it would only increase their unease. When semen, saliva, and sweat covered every pore of their bodies, they would put on their swimsuits and goggles and go swimming in the pool downstairs. There was almost no one else in the pool; they were like two strange fish, swimming back and forth in a vast void bathed in orange light. The more tired they were, the more beautiful they became; the more decadent they were, the more joyful they felt. Back in their room, they tested the sexual energy between them with a devilish intensity, trying to determine its extent. They discovered it was a completely insane, utterly evil force.

After Zhou Zheng got into bed, he pried open Bai Xue's eyes, which were slightly blurry with excitement. She saw her son, shirtless, his strong, well-developed muscles groaning, "Come on, I want it again."

An hour later, Yuan Yuan slightly opened her eyes, her mouth frothing, her whole body convulsing violently, her consciousness fading. Zhou Zheng released his energy into her and withdrew, lying on his back with his eyes closed, waiting for the energy to gather again. His penis, seemingly made of rubber, remained erect, never giving up, never showing any sign of weakness, until blood flowed from her lower body. Yuan Yuan guessed that some cells in her uterus had died and sloughed off.

The decadent, unrestrained, and carefree time passed quickly, and it was time for their trip to end. She forgot how many times she had made love with him that night, until finally Yuan Yuan felt unbearable pain, but he still acted like a wild beast, mercilessly, like a warrior charging into battle, like a villain leaving her in excruciating pain. With little time left before takeoff, they had just finished packing their luggage. When Liu Yun knocked on the door to personally urge them to hurry up, Yuanyuan came out of the bathroom. She had cleaned up the semen inside her body and put on her tight underwear. Liu Yun said to Zhou Zheng with extreme disgust, "Have some public awareness, will you? Don't always make others waste your time."

Yuan Yuan, almost naked, looked down from upstairs and said, "We were only delayed for a short while. Besides, there's still a long time before takeoff."

As she leaned forward, her breasts seemed about to fall out of her bra, which was so small it barely covered her nipples. Liu Yun looked up and said loudly and rudely, "Madam, please put your clothes on before you talk to me.

" Zhou Zheng pressed his hand on her shoulder: "Alright, we'll assemble right away."

Liu Yun slapped his hand away, still angry. Zhou Zheng leaned close to her ear: "You don't know, this woman is incredibly clingy. Luckily, I'm physically strong and energetic. Any other man would have been kicked off the bed long ago."

Liu Yun was furious at his lewd words. She said, "I've never seen such a shameless man."

Zhou Zheng accompanied her out the door, handed her a thick envelope, and said, "Thank you for everything you arranged for me. I hope we can cooperate again next time."

"There won't be a next time."

Liu Yun took the envelope and left without looking back.

Back at the villa, Yuanyuan asked, "Zheng'er, what took so long?"

"Nothing, Mom, I saw Miss Liu off."

Their way of addressing each other seemed to have returned to what it used to be. Zhou Zheng didn't know how their relationship would change after returning home, but he believed that this overseas vacation, which he had carefully planned, had truly given his mother a joy she hadn't experienced in many years. Looking at Yuanyuan's radiant and charming appearance, Zhou Zheng knew she wouldn't give up so easily. That's women for you, Zhou Zheng thought confidently. Yuanyuan came out, and Zhou Zheng couldn't help but whistle at her.

She only carried her handbag, and had changed into a long, sleeveless blouse, pure cotton, smoky gray, with a low collar and a high slit on the side. Because there was some embroidery on both sides and the collar, it showed a kind of Chinese classical style. She wore a pair of low-waisted wide-leg silk trousers with floral patterns, the hems of which were also embroidered and trimmed with tassels. At first glance, she looked like a beauty who had lost her era.

Chapter Five: The Perplexing Mother

1. On his first night back home, Zhou Zheng tried to open Yuan Yuan's bedroom door, only to find it locked. Remembering Yuan Yuan's words on the way home, "The game is over,"

and her nonchalant attitude towards the past days and nights of revelry, deeply wounded Zhou Zheng. He walked from the inner room to the outer room, stopped to listen for a while, took a few steps forward, and stopped again. He felt another footstep following him, so he started moving again, deliberately making his steps heavy, hoping to drown out that other footstep. But that other footstep, not his own, was always there. Zhou Zheng quietly sat down, a feeling of wanting to cry surging within him, searching for tears, but none came. He hugged his shoulders tightly, staring at a spot in the air, his vision soon blurring.

As a mother in her own home, deliberately avoiding her son's advances, at first Zhou Zheng thought Yuan Yuan was just a little shy or experiencing some discomfort, acting as if nothing had happened. However, he quickly realized that Yuan Yuan truly didn't care. Their lives returned to normal. Yuanyuan continued her morning walks in the park, her afternoon nap followed by mahjong at the club, and her evenings spent watching TV at home. Zhou Zheng, on the other hand, was a night owl, constantly busy with meaningless things. However, it wasn't hard to see subtle changes in Yuanyuan during this time. Her face was rosy, and her skin was fair and radiant, almost translucent. Her body had become increasingly sensual; her breasts seemed to have swelled, swaying and bouncing as she moved, and her hips were more rounded and shapely, accentuating her slender waist. Her clothing had also changed; she now wore clothes that were previously too revealing and tight, even daring to flaunt super-short skirts and tight shorts in the neighborhood.

Yuanyuan's ambiguous attitude troubled Zhou Zheng. When he hugged her waist from behind in the kitchen, she turned around and smiled, saying, "Don't be silly, Zheng'er, I'm your mother."

At that moment, Zhou Zheng's hard penis was pressing against her buttocks. Yuanyuan dodged away and said, "Zheng'er, you should find a girlfriend!"

These words completely extinguished Zhou Zheng's virility, leaving him disheartened. He left the kitchen dejectedly and waited for Yuanyuan's dinner in the dining room. Dinner was simple: one dish, one soup, and one meat dish. They didn't have any particular demands for food; at home, Zhou Zheng advocated for simple and delicious meals. Yuanyuan brought the dishes to the table, then bent down to serve him a bowl of rice, gave him a faint smile, and then gracefully floated past him to the kitchen to bring up the soup. His eyes were fixed on Yuanyuan's full lips, her large breasts, the nipples protruding from her black nightgown, and her long, slender legs hidden beneath her sheer black silk skirt, admiring the glimpses of her hips as the skirt swayed.

She sat opposite him, eating slowly with her chopsticks propped up in her bowl. Zhou Zheng asked, "Mom, why have you been going out at night lately?"

"I'm bored, and the TV isn't good,"

she said. But Zhou Zheng knew she was avoiding him. Yuanyuan had always been like a cat toying with a mouse she had caught, which infuriated Zhou Zheng.

More importantly, his penis was constantly aroused, yet he could never be satisfied. "You should go out more at night, don't always stay cooped up at home,"

she said, taking her bowl and the leftover food from the table. Zhou Zheng also took his bowl to the kitchen. He saw her neck and back completely exposed as she washed the dishes, and he couldn't help but slowly walk towards her. But before he could even get close to her, Yuanyuan would suddenly turn around and block his way, saying, "What do you want?"

Zhou Zheng really wanted to turn around and run away, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot, his face flushed, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He always hoped to be able to touch her body as he pleased, but at this crucial moment, he was always rejected.

Later, Zhou Zheng finally learned that Yuanyuan went to the square to dance every night. After dinner, Yuanyuan hurriedly took a bath and dressed. Zhou Zheng saw that she was wearing a collarless and sleeveless white shirt, but her lower body was wearing a red short skirt. The skirt was too tight, so it had slits on both sides. Her face was heavily made up and looked as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water. Zhou Zheng suddenly had a strange idea. He said, "Mom, can I go dancing with you?"

"What would you do there? You can't dance."

Yuanyuan ignored him, walked straight out, and closed the door behind her. Zhou Zheng stayed at home bored for a while, then couldn't resist going to the square. The square, not far from his home, was surrounded by lush greenery. The mimosa and paulownia trees on both sides were very green, but also a bit tired of it. People riding bicycles or walking were shaded by the trees. It seemed even more gloomy at night; the leaves were fragile, and even without wind, they would fall one after another like sand in an hourglass, unlike the willows, which remained delicate and danced gracefully. One corner of the dancing area was bustling with activity. Colorful confetti was strung across the area, and some light bulbs were hung, creating a festive atmosphere. Couples danced gracefully in the central open space, their expressions happy.

Zhou Zheng found an empty spot outside the area and watched the various slender feet moving around the dance floor through the gaps in the crowd in front of him. He watched the dance quietly from outside the circle, as if he were outside the noise. The lights, music, and dance steps of the dance floor changed in an instant, but he remained motionless. A while later, he saw Yuanyuan. She was being twirled around in the arms of a middle-aged man. The man had a fair, slender face, and his small eyes gleamed in the light and shadow. Yuanyuan, oblivious to her surroundings, was lost in her own world in the arms of another man. She danced lightly and nimbly, her movements accompanied by a frenzied, energetic rhythm. Her snow-white thighs beneath her red dress stretched and bent with the beat, very alluring.

She danced with unrestrained freedom, and the man, unable to keep up, appeared somewhat clumsy. Later, she noticed Zhou Zheng. She approached, her face glistening with sweat, a lock of hair falling across her cheek, her shirt soaked and clinging tightly to her body. She wiped the sweat with a tissue and introduced her son to her friends. Zhou Zheng then whispered in her ear, "I'm her little tiger." Yuanyuan glared at him unhappily. The tall and handsome Zhou Zheng was striking. A steady stream of elegant ladies and young women gathered around him, each with their own unique charm. Some were delicate, some alluring, some dignified, some graceful.

Later, Zhou Zheng, unable to resist the urging of others, took a slightly younger woman into the center of the area. Hearing that she was the dance teacher there, Zhou Zheng looked around, dancing, stretching his legs, occasionally stepping on his partner's feet, and scrutinizing everyone's faces. The woman seemed used to it; she led Zhou Zheng, chanting the rhythm for him. Gradually, Zhou Zheng's steps became more relaxed, and she pressed closer to him. Zhou Zheng noticed that her hair was neatly combed back and tied in a bun, a hairstyle that seemed to be universally worn by dancers worldwide.

Strictly speaking, she wasn't a beauty, but her overall demeanor was captivating; she was the kind of woman with a certain charm.

He then flirted with her, and the woman immediately became excited, as if injected with adrenaline, swaying her body like a willow in a strong wind, her full breasts rubbing against Zhou Zheng's chest.

When it was time to rest, Yuanyuan came over and, when no one was around, said, "Zheng'er, you shouldn't have come here. You'll go astray."

Zhou Zheng said dismissively, "How would I go astray? If you say that, aren't you going astray too?"

"Let's go home?"

Yuanyuan said, her voice low and hoarse, speaking quickly and urgently. Zhou Zheng had originally wanted to go home, but hearing her say that, he stubbornly went back there. He pulled the woman back to the center of the field, and the bulge in Zhou Zheng's pants touched her lower abdomen. She seemed to notice and a very ambiguous smile appeared on her face. Seeing that she didn't refuse, Zhou Zheng simply pulled her waist closer to him. As they danced, they left the center of the field and, behind a half-person-high Danqing tree, Zhou Zheng pressed his hand tightly against her waist and pressed his face against hers. The woman immediately obediently looked up at him, her eyes watery. "I never thought Sister Yuanyuan would have such a handsome son,"

she said. At that time, they hardly changed positions, just twisting their waists and pacing in place. Zhou Zheng noticed her cheeks were starting to heat up, and he could feel the sweat on her palms. He then whispered in her ear, "Not only handsome, but also bad."

"I like bad boys,"

she gasped, parting her lips slightly to await a kiss, her eyes closed in ecstasy. But Zhou Zheng didn't kiss her. Instead, he pulled her close, calming her racing heart. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she ruffled Zhou Zheng's dry, soft hair,

her pubic bone rubbing against him. A spasm ran through her lower abdomen, but Zhou Zheng only lightly kissed her forehead.

But the moment he looked up, he saw Yuan Yuan on the other side of the Danqing tree, glaring at him like a she-wolf whose territory had been invaded. The woman was also startled, then smiled broadly: "It's Sister Yuanyuan."

"You guys are so boring!"

Yuanyuan's anger hadn't subsided. Hearing Yuanyuan use the word "boring" hurt her pride, instantly igniting malice within her—malice that had still been brewing when Yuanyuan had ruined her plans.

"Why are you so angry? Is it worth it?"

she retorted harshly.

"He's my son, can't I say anything?"

Yuanyuan's preemptive strike impressed Zhou Zheng. He had never seen this strong and unreasonable side of Yuanyuan before. The woman was no pushover either. She shouted, "But he's a man! Men want to be with women!"

"It doesn't matter who my son is with, just not you!"

Yuanyuan emphasized this again, which infuriated Zhou Zheng. He roared, "What's wrong with me? Tell me what's wrong with me!"

"What's wrong with you? Do I need to tell you? Everyone here knows you can't stand handsome young men. What woman is like you, unable to move her legs when she sees a man, buzzing around like a fly? There's a woman here whose husband chases her all over the streets! That woman got slapped in public by her husband! Your husband's over there, do you want me to call him over?"

Yuanyuan's words were full of sarcasm. Zhou Zheng realized that when she talked too much, she easily lost control, became unrestrained, and easily hurtful.

"You, Zheng Yuanyuan! I only let you have your way because you have a son you like, and you dare to spew insults and expose other people's weaknesses! So what if I like young men? I just like them! If you have a husband, I'll hook him up with you! And what about your son? Are you going to treat him like a husband, that's why you're so jealous! I'm telling you straight today, you better keep a close eye on your son. One day, I'll get him into bed, and you'll have to come and see! All widows are like this, they've lost their own men but they wish all women in the world were without men!"

This sudden outburst of anger triggered Yuanyuan, who was instantly overwhelmed by her own out-of-control emotions, as if she had just bathed with the devil, her whole body soaked in hurtful venom. Zhou Zheng saw her trembling with anger, her lips quivering but unable to speak. At this moment, the woman was right in front of Zhou Zheng, looking at him smugly, which enraged Zhou Zheng. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Suddenly feeling five finger marks on her face, Zhou Zheng grabbed her arm and looked around. People were starting to notice them. Someone shouted, "A fight!"

A large crowd quickly gathered. The woman covered her face and wailed. Just then, a man approached; it seemed to be her husband. He asked repeatedly, "What's wrong?"

"He hit me!"

the woman pointed at Zhou Zheng. Seeing the burly man approach, Zhou Zheng raised his index finger at him and said, "She insulted my mother!"

Before he could finish speaking, he received a heavy punch to his left cheek, staggering and falling to the ground. "Are you being unreasonable?!"

Zhou Zheng tried to stand up, but another kick landed on his face. The man raised his foot and kicked Zhou Zheng again. Zhou Zheng was already face down, protecting his head with his arms. The second kick landed on Zhou Zheng's forearm.

At this moment, Yuanyuan, like an enraged wildcat, pounced on him, kneeing him hard in the buttocks, spitting on him, scratching, headbutting, and kicking. Zhou Zheng also grabbed the man, and the two of them fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand. Finally, they were pulled apart, and Zhou Zheng took two steps back. The light was poor, but the bloodstains spreading around him were still visible; at night, blood is black. Yuanyuan suddenly pounced on him, carefully wiping the bloodstains from his face. He felt an indescribable sense of peace; each sharp pain that struck him felt like a gentle caress to his soul.

2. Yuanyuan appeared at the emergency room door, disheveled and with her hair in disarray. Her heart pounded as if she were falling from a great height. Surprised, she felt an indescribable sense of estrangement: the man inside was her son, the obedient tiger she had once shared intimate moments with? She doubted her feelings, just as she doubted things that had happened before. She searched for the man with her eyes, unsure of what was wrong with her. Before he appeared, she had missed him so much, unable to wait even a moment longer. Zhou Zheng, his face bandaged with stitches, walked calmly and steadily towards Yuan Yuan. When her gaze met her son's, it immediately released a powerful tenderness. This gaze went straight to Zhou Zheng's heart, easing his pain like a recharge.

They sat down on a bench in the hospital. "Zheng'er, does it hurt?"

Yuan Yuan asked with concern. "It hurts! It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Their eyes met for a long time, unwilling to look away. Zhou Zheng tried to keep his breathing gentle. He discreetly grasped Yuan Yuan's warm, soft hand, holding it tightly, squeezing harder and harder. Yuan Yuan felt tears welling up. She ran her fingers along Zhou Zheng's smooth palm. Between two people who have shared physical intimacy, the memory of skin can sometimes be so intimately connected. Yuanyuan felt that the texture of Zhou Zheng's skin was like a surging tide, instantly dispelling the unfamiliarity that had just lingered around her. What followed was a gradual rise of old intimacy and a vague desire. They entrusted all of this to their two hands, which were tightly intertwined, like two burning bodies...

"Mom, have you ever been in a fight?"

Zhou Zheng asked. Yuanyuan whispered, "How could I dare? I've been afraid of blood since I was little. I can't even watch when they slaughter chickens or gut fish at home."

"Then how were you so brave just now?"

he continued to ask. "I can't stand seeing you bullied. You suffered this humiliation because of me, so of course I'd risk my life for you,"

Yuan Yuan said passionately. Zhou Zheng laughed, and she became anxious: "You don't believe me? You're my son, and I'll dedicate myself to you wholeheartedly, even if it costs me my life."

Afraid of her anxiety, Zhou Zheng quickly said, "I believe you, I believe you."

Her smile aggravated a painful spot on her body, causing her to grimace and grimace in pain, but her sincerity moved him.

By the time he left the hospital, Zhou Zheng had regained his composure; the humiliation he felt was quickly replaced by a profound sense of accomplishment.

Don't let Yuan Yuan's usually gentle and submissive nature fool you; she's as soft as water. However, if you accidentally offend her, she can freeze in the blink of an eye, her coldness gleaming, and she might shatter you with a foolish and sudden act.

Aside from a stitched laceration near his eye, Zhou Zheng's other injuries were all superficial. Seeing that Zhou Zheng was alright, Yuan Yuan felt relieved, and the two hailed a taxi home. Yuan Yuan felt it was her duty to bathe the injured Zhou Zheng, which made Zhou Zheng secretly laugh. He hurriedly stripped naked, standing in the bathtub with his injured hand raised high. Zhou Zheng deliberately placed his naked body heavily in Yuan Yuan's palm, twisting it back and forth several times. Yuan Yuan didn't react to his physical advances; she simply clumsily and forcefully supported him, still diligently washing him, not wanting to miss a single pore. Seeing that Yuan Yuan had no impure thoughts, Zhou Zheng deliberately splashed some water on her, wetting her shirt and skirt, making them appear like transparent paper, revealing her curves.

When Yuan Yuan wrapped him in a soft towel, Zhou Zheng could no longer restrain himself; he used his other, unharmed arm to embrace her. Yuanyuan was startled at first, twisting her body to try and break free, but then she submitted. They kissed passionately, as if trying to suck each other into their bodies. Zhou Zheng's lips were like a whirlwind, sweeping past Yuanyuan's tightly closed eyes, lingering wildly on her snow-white neck, then moving downwards. He unbuttoned Yuanyuan's clothes, earnestly and even solemnly cupping her heavy breasts, burying his head in them. He kissed incessantly, everywhere, everywhere, until Yuanyuan's skin turned a fiery red. Zhou Zheng felt the burning pain from her skin mingling with the desire in his heart, surging through his body. With rapid, hot breaths, he said, "Mom, I want it now!"

"No, you've lost so much blood!"

Yuanyuan's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Zhou Zheng's head. He froze, stopped kissing, looked at Yuanyuan, and suddenly, in despair, pulled Yuanyuan's head into his arms.

Over the next few days, under Yuanyuan's meticulous care, Zhou Zheng recovered quickly. That evening after dinner, Yuanyuan suddenly noticed the laundry water was gone. She said, "Zheng'er, looks like we need to go to the supermarket?"

Zhou Zheng reluctantly agreed, as weak as a patient. They drove together to a nearby shopping center. It was rush hour, after dinner, and the shopping center was packed with shoppers. As they ascended the escalator, Zhou Zheng saw Yuanyuan wearing a casual light green dress. The seemingly casual dress was actually quite revealing and tight-fitting, made of thin tussah, and the hem almost reached her mid-thigh. He couldn't help but notice the many men gathered around her, which filled him with both pride and jealousy. It also fueled his obsessive lust for her; Zhou Zheng found it difficult to think of anything else but her. He longed to help her take off that dress so he could enjoy the pleasure of possessing her body. Zhou Zheng pushed the shopping cart listlessly behind Yuanyuan; women have an innate madness for shopping. Yuanyuan stopped at a row of dark-colored snack shelves. She tiptoed to reach for the beautifully packaged cookies on the top shelf. Her short skirt billowed up, and Zhou Zheng caught a glimpse of her tiny black panties. She continued her search. She was tall, but not quite tall enough; however, Zhou Zheng didn't want to help her. He was enjoying watching her bare, snow-white, plump thighs and the curve of her buttocks.

Yuanyuan turned to the languid Zhou Zheng and said, "Zheng'er, there was a really good cookie here last time, where did it go?"

"Look again, maybe it's on the very top,"

Zhou Zheng said, bringing her a ladder from a distance. Yuanyuan took off her high heels, stepped onto the ladder with one foot, then the other, and bent down to continue searching. Each time Yuanyuan's slender waist moved, her panties sank deep into her buttocks. An older couple seemed oblivious as they passed by, but a younger man didn't miss it, staring in disbelief at Yuanyuan's display. He stared at her beautiful buttocks, his eyes becoming infatuated. They were soft and supple, without an ounce of excess flesh. Zhou Zheng couldn't believe he had once inserted his penis into her body between such beautiful buttocks. The young man showed no sign of moving, so Zhou Zheng walked over and deliberately blocked his path with his tall figure. Only then did the young man seem to realize his mistake and walk away sheepishly.

At this moment, Yuan Yuan bent down from above, waving a dazzlingly decorated box, and said triumphantly,

"I finally found it."

Her body swayed, her toes gripping the ladder tightly for balance. Her skirt was high, making her vulva clearly visible. Zhou Zheng stepped forward and grabbed her thighs from under her skirt. When his hands touched Yuan Yuan's soft skin, they trembled uncontrollably as if electrocuted. Yuan Yuan said, "Hold on tight, I'll find a few more boxes."

He turned around and looked closer. Yuanyuan's buttocks were flawless, without even a tiny freckle. He trembled as he parted her smooth buttocks, and heard her let out a soft moan. Zhou Zheng's hands continued to knead her buttocks, and Yuanyuan's body trembled. Zhou Zheng's hands moved from her buttocks to her front, stroking her high, rounded vulva. When he touched her labia, she seemed to stiffen, and he felt something wet flowing out.

"Zheng'er, I can't concentrate at all when you're doing this,"

Yuanyuan said, her nipples hardening, and she began to feel the need for this caress. "Do you like it?"

Zhou Zheng asked, his hands still gently playing with her wet, swollen labia. "I like it, but it's embarrassing to be here,"

her voice was hoarse. "Then let's hurry home."

He said, his fingers sliding back and forth below, creating waves of sensation that flowed through her body, from her throat and neck, down to her breasts, then to her abdomen and uterus, and then down, until the elusive feeling transformed into a tangible smoothness. This cycle of sensation made her feel as if she were rising higher and higher, a feeling of suspension growing stronger and stronger. And the wetter she became, the deeper Zhou Zheng's fingers penetrated, pushing her upwards, stimulating her. "Let's hurry home!"

Yuan Yuan finally said weakly.

Flying wet all the way, they rushed to the elevator without even unloading their belongings from the car. In the elevator, Yuan Yuan turned her pouting lips to him, and he began to lick around the corners of her mouth with his tongue, then pressed his lips hard against Yuan Yuan's. He pressed down, forcing her to open her lips, and then she put her tongue into his mouth. Yuanyuan closed her eyes, completely surrendering to Zhou Zheng's caresses. Her lips were pressed tightly against his, his tongue swirling around hers. He let his hands explore her breasts. Yuanyuan's body began to writhe. Her mind was a jumbled mess, unsure which part of her body to defend. His hand lifted her skirt, caressing her thighs, then reaching for the base of her thighs, that hidden place already wide open, eagerly awaiting him. Zhou Zheng placed her hand on his genitals. This way, she could touch his penis.

The touch sent shivers down her spine, like an electric shock. She imagined him on top of her, imagining his body possessing her.

Zhou Zheng opened the door. Yuanyuan, impatient, had already pulled down her underwear. She lay face down on the living room sofa, her buttocks raised towards her son, Zhou Zheng. Now, her desire was fully aroused, erupting like a volcano. She craved the comfort of her son's penis; she desperately needed it. She felt a hard, burning penis hovering over her buttocks, sliding down the groove towards her vulva, slowly and deeper into her wet vagina. He began to push in gradually. Yuanyuan closed her eyes, raising her buttocks higher and higher to allow the penis to penetrate even deeper. Then she tightly gripped his penis inside her vagina.

With each thrust from behind, she couldn't help but cry out in excitement, curling her body and twisting and turning.

The gradually thickening penis filled her with joy until the pleasurable sensation spread throughout every part of her body.

Her body stiffened, arching, and suddenly a dizzying wave of ecstasy caused her to spasm, followed by a long-brewing, fervent impulse that burst forth like a violent explosion. Yuanyuan lay down, looking exhausted. She had changed position and was lying flat on the sofa. She looked at Zhou Zheng; the flesh on his legs trembled as his penis went in and out of her. Yuanyuan rolled and moaned, then arched her back and lay down on the silk cushion with a satisfied scream. Zhou Zheng gently pulled her arm and kissed her cheek. Zhou Zheng felt the gushing fluid from Yuanyuan; he thought that after the intense explosion, Yuanyuan no longer needed his penis inside her. To his surprise, she not only needed it, but her whole body became incredibly sensitive. Her whole body was full of vitality. Her secret opening was still open, still throbbing with pleasure from the thrusting of his penis. She wanted to play again; she writhed lazily but sexually eagerly on the sofa cushion.

They went into the bathroom together. After cleaning up, Zhou Zheng lifted Yuanyuan, still with his fingers inside her vagina, and walked towards the large, cushioned bed. He threw her onto the bed, spread her legs, kissed her lips, and then placed his penis at her wet opening. Yuanyuan suppressed her desire; beads of sweat appeared on her face. Naked, she lay flat on the bed, appearing frail and delicate. Soon, she felt something pressing between her legs, followed by a new, unfamiliar, and even more wondrous sensation beside her swollen labia. First, a small, warm, wet sensation, then a thick, wet thing swirling around her vulva.

She opened her eyes and found him with his head between her legs. It was his thick tongue licking her open clitoris; the touch was so stimulating, so intoxicating.

Zhou Zheng felt his manhood unconsciously come back to life, his blood surging. Yuan Yuan also noticed his manhood suddenly swell and enlarge, so she stared intently at him, her tongue still licking her lips. When his hand grasped his penis and brought it close to her vulva, a tremor ran through her. She stared at it, breathless.

Amazing! She twisted her body, spreading her legs to allow him to easily insert his penis into her vagina. Her moist vagina readily accepted the penis that was soothing her. Zhou Zheng no longer needed to wait for any further requests or instructions. Slowly, extremely carefully, he entered. He inserted himself little by little until she was completely open and swallowed him whole. As his penis began to thrust in and out, Yuan Yuan trembled from her throat to her abdomen. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs raised and wrapped around his waist.

They rolled and swayed, their bodies moving up and down. She stroked his back, raised her buttocks high, and he, with his penis inside her, rode her until his whole body went limp, his abdomen convulsing, his mouth parched. This intense passion was like a storm, and they both felt as if they were floating in paradise. After a while, they collapsed into each other's arms, kissing tenderly.

3. Lingzi, far away in Tokyo, sent Zhou Zheng an email, saying she was flying to China for an academic conference.

The letter also mentioned that she was still single because she had lost interest in other men after meeting him.

The letter was filled with nostalgia and a woman's melancholy. This plunged Zhou Zheng into a deep, inescapable sense of pity.

Lingzi was his international finance and trade professor at the University of Tokyo. She looked very young, three years older than Zhou Zheng. She was incredibly sexy, with long, narrow, single-lidded eyes, dark eyelids, rosy cheeks, pointed breasts, round arms and belly, and curvaceous thighs—in short, her entire body exuded sensuality. To stand on the podium of a prestigious university at such a young age, Lingzi was not only intelligent and studious, but also benefited from her father's influence. He was a leading figure in the Tokyo stock market, and it was rumored that his family had withdrawn funds from the market, causing the Tokyo stock market to collapse tomorrow.

Zhou Zheng didn't want to delve into the details; he only felt that this young and beautiful female teacher possessed a unique charm, a bewitching allure that captivated the masses.

Whenever she had class, Zhou Zheng would always arrive early to secure a seat in the front row. If he was lucky, he could even peek at the teacher's underwear under her short skirt. Through this method, Zhou Zheng admired her various colors and styles of underwear; he even suspected she had a dedicated display case for her collection. Zhou Zheng would always steal a few glances when she wasn't looking, but sometimes he would slip up, his gaze completely captivated. Ling Zi would come over, tap on the desk, and gently say, "Excuse me, student, please concentrate."

He suddenly felt a strong urge to indulge; he wanted to caress Lingzi, to touch her soft, snow-white skin, her legs, her breasts, her lips. Then, he wanted to pin her down on the bed and do whatever he wanted with her. Zhou Zheng had originally thought that with his handsome face, tall and fit physique, and experience with many mature women, he would win the favor of a long line of fresh and innocent girls on campus. Unfortunately, he had almost no girlfriends on campus. He had a few dates and met some nice girls, but those relationships lasted only a few days before bursting like bubbles.

Fine, fine, Zhou Zheng focused on his studies. Walking through the clean campus, he felt cheerful. The various green plants already showed signs of autumn, and occasionally fallen leaves danced in the wind. Most of the students hurrying to the library were alone. When he was bored, Zhou Zheng always hid in the library, afraid of disturbing others' studies. He would borrow several books at a time and start reading. Zhou Zheng wasn't sure if his habit was good or bad. He often read two or three books at the same time: the book he read before bed was on his bedside table; the book he read during breaks in class was in his bag. The library wasn't crowded; people were few and far between, walking or whispering politely. Polite, clean, tidy, and with air conditioning, everything felt refreshingly different from the bleak autumn outside; every movement was like a gentle breeze.

Zhou Zheng checked his watch and realized it was already late; any later and he'd miss dinner at the cafeteria. He hurried to the window; outside, dark clouds had gathered, and a heavy rain was about to begin.

The library corridors were chaotic, and the vibrant colors of the campus appeared even more vivid and dazzling in the downpour. Zhou Zheng stood on the terrazzo platform at the library entrance, pushed behind a glass window by the crowd seeking shelter. Then he noticed Ling Zi also standing in the crowd. The sky outside was heavily overcast. Zhou Zheng mustered his courage and approached Ling Zi. He said to her, "Don't go, I'll lend you an umbrella."

Before she could answer, he was already gone. When Zhou Zheng returned with a black folding umbrella, Ling Zi refused to take it before he could even speak. Ling Zi had only walked a few steps from the library when she was soaked by the rain. She suddenly realized her hair was wet, brushed it off in the air, and had to seek shelter under a shed. The rain intensified, and Ling Zi realized several parts of her body were completely soaked, causing her to shiver violently. Zhou Zheng followed her under the shed, standing right beside her. Ling Zi was completely lost in thought. The school path was shrouded in coarse rain. They stared blankly at the rain on the road, looking utterly dejected.

The rain lessened slightly, and Ling Zi and the others seeking shelter grew impatient. Under the streetlights, she noticed her shoes and socks were covered in mud. Her white wool sweater was soaked through and clung to her body, highlighting her breasts.

Zhou Zheng hurriedly took off his suit jacket and rushed into the rain, using it as an umbrella over Ling Zi's head. A silent surge of gratitude welled up inside Lingzi. Tears welled up, choking her eyes.

She wouldn't stop, staggering weakly towards the dormitory building. Zhou Zheng, drenched in his white shirt in the rain, jogged along, calling softly, "Slow down, Teacher Lingzi."

Lingzi couldn't walk anymore, standing under her clothes, panting heavily. Zhou Zheng's thin, soaked shirt made him look almost bare-backed; he was mesmerized by Lingzi's tears.

Zhou Zheng escorted Lingzi to the teachers' apartment and solemnly said goodbye. He looked her over carefully, then asked if he could ask her out sometime. Like going to a bar, seeing a movie—there were plenty of things to do. Lingzi nodded. Yes, plenty of things to do; it wasn't a bad idea. When Zhou Zheng returned to his room, he plopped down and remained motionless for a while, his body still tingling with excitement.

Zhou Zheng hesitated for a while, trying to come up with a suitable excuse for a date with the young and beautiful teacher, only to find that dates didn't need excuses at all. When class ended, Lingzi called out to him. She held her textbooks to her chest, her fair and pretty face framed by large, watery eyes, and her well-proportioned, voluptuous figure displayed the unique charm

of a mature woman. "Zhou Zheng, to thank you for walking me home in the rain that day, I'd like to treat you to a simple meal?" Lingzi said. Zhou Zheng immediately agreed, saying, "In our country, only men treat women; it's a sign of respect."

"Okay, then, you can treat,"

Lingzi agreed with a smile. They agreed to meet at a quiet fast-food restaurant outside the school; Zhou Zheng didn't want to walk alongside his teacher on campus. Lingzi was ahead, walking towards the school gate under a row of shady sycamore trees. The long-legged woman always walked with an innate elegance, like a mandarin duck by the water. They finally sat down together at the fast food restaurant, ordering chicken nuggets, fries, and mashed potatoes. Although simple, it was a luxury for Zhou Zheng, a poor student. He also ordered Lingzi an iced juice. She sucked on the straw, watching the couples passing by on the sidewalk outside the window. Another couple sat opposite them, quietly eating their knives and forks.

Then they strolled around the nearby shopping mall, but its glitz and luxury made Zhou Zheng hesitate. He suggested going to the rooftop to see the Tokyo night view. They walked through a dark stairwell and then a secret passage leading up the fire escape. Standing on the rooftop railing, the entire city was ablaze with lights: ships, ripples on the water, dark grass, dazzling neon lights, and stunning architecture. They gazed at the city, talking about their love from a distance.

Zhou Zheng enjoyed the damp night breeze blowing from afar. Then, he squeezed Lingzi into a secluded spot and kissed her passionately, even inhaling the taste of the potato chips and juice from her mouth. Lingzi's eyes were closed, their lips pressed together. Zhou Zheng gently licked her smooth lips and mouth, while Lingzi's lips parted, tightly clenched. Zhou Zheng kissed her passionately, the sweet fragrance of her soft mouth filling his entire oral cavity. Lingzi's thick hair, like black silk, rubbed against his cheeks, forehead, and shoulders. She had silky hair, silky lips. Lingzi moaned softly, becoming excited. Zhou Zheng placed one hand on her breast, gently caressing it. Lingzi wore an extremely thin layer of clothing, like another layer of skin, clinging tightly to his body, completely exposing the beautiful lines of her sexy body, as if generously offered to any man who liked and appreciated her.

When his hand touched her thigh, she felt a slight excitement throughout her body. His fingers slid to the base of her thigh, while she lifted her skirt, allowing her to spread her knees so that he could better and more easily explore her hidden parts. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly pulled his head towards her breasts. He lifted her sweater, revealing a lavish bra underneath. She felt his warm breath on her cold skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, a firm, pointed nipple sprang out, trembling incessantly; the bright red, excited nipple seemed delighted to have escaped the confines of her clothing. Zhou Zheng raised a hand, cupped the firm breast, and put the nipple in his mouth.

She felt him begin to suckle, while his fingers groped between her thighs. She could feel something swelling and bulging between his thighs in her abdomen.

Slowly, her hand slipped inside his trousers, her slender fingers sliding down Zhou Zheng's penis towards the glans. Her thumb rested on his penis, her other fingers grasping it in turn, moving up and down from the glans to the base. Under her skillful caresses, Zhou Zheng's penis quickly became erect, harder and harder, his whole body trembling with pleasure from the desire. He involuntarily parted her legs, reaching into her trousers as well. He pulled her small panties aside, noticing her plump labia were already wet; he longed to hold her tightly, to let every part of their bodies become one. He pinned her against the purple wall, lifted her skirt, deftly pulled down her panties, crumpled them, and stuffed them into his back pocket. Then, with immense strength, he lifted her up. Ling Zi soared into the air, her arms hooking around his thick neck, her legs wrapped around him, his mouth pressed against hers, and they began to kiss. Meanwhile, his strong body pressed tightly against her soft body, gently rubbing against her. His hands supported her lovely buttocks, and she moved against his body, pressing her moist mons pubis closer. He immediately understood and reached down with one hand, repeatedly inserting his fingers back and forth into her vagina until they were completely wet. Only then did he slightly turn his body to the side, slowly placing his almost uncontrollable penis on her thigh.

His penis slid down her thigh, past her sparse pubic hair, and pressed hard against her labia. Under his touch, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, lifting her buttocks slightly, silently inviting him in. He straightened his back, and his penis entered her body, touching the end of her cervix. Their lips met tightly, their tongues intertwined, and her hands were completely spread out by him. Her buttocks were half-suspended in the air, and his hard, erect penis slowly squeezed into her moist, passionate, and desire-filled vagina. He breathed heavily, and her vagina tightly wrapped around and squeezed his penis, sucking it all the way to the glans. He thrust his penis in forcefully, but felt it wasn't quite there yet; her vagina felt like a bottomless pit. As he slowly pulled his penis out, her vagina, like a tile in receding tide, revealed some tender, red flesh. He thrust in deeply again, paused quietly for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew, and then thrust in deeply again with pleasure. At the same time, he felt her responding to him, her hips rising and falling with each thrust. He was about to ejaculate. He was completely aroused. He thrust in again and again, faster and faster, seemingly deeper, smoother, and more pleasurable with each thrust. His pubic bone felt like it was on fire. Inside him, it felt like a typhoon was rising, swirling, circling an axis faster and faster, more and more violently, as if it would never stop. When it reached his penis, it felt like a ball of fire, bursting outwards. He held her soft body, groaning and panting with excitement. He groaned loudly, then suddenly pulled his penis out of her, almost causing her to fall. He straightened his trousers, pulled her up, and laughed excitedly. He reached out and brushed her hair back, and she playfully pinched his hand. They finally indulged their desires. She pulled her skirt down, ignoring the thread in his pocket.

Their relationship was delicate then, neither lovers nor sweethearts. Zhou Zheng felt more like a puppet in Ling Zi's hands, willingly so, while simultaneously harboring doubts about their teacher-student relationship. She could give Zhou Zheng the key to her apartment, but never mentioned her family or anyone else in her household, never discussing or inquiring about Zhou Zheng's family situation. Until one day, a man stormed into her apartment, his eyes defiant as he stared at Zhou Zheng, plunging him into an awkward and unavoidable predicament. They weren't in bed, but their appearance clearly indicated they had just gotten out. Ling Zi was wearing Zhou Zheng's oversized shirt, her profile facing him. She bent her legs, knees together, her narrow underwear practically nonexistent, offering no real coverage. She scooped food from the newly delivered takeout container, spoonful by spoonful, and then drank water. Her seated position on the floor created several curves in her body, making her low-set buttocks particularly prominent. Zhou Zheng was shirtless; their posture, and the scene in the room, carried an oppressive, intimate atmosphere, one that could be interpreted as obscene.

The man erupted in fury, shouting and even kicking over a chair. His rage seemed to shake the entire room. Zhou Zheng desperately tried to hide his embarrassment. Ling Zi, however, returned the man's menacing gaze with an extremely alluring smile, expressing her dissatisfaction with this unreasonable, subjective man's threats and intimidation. For a moment, Zhou Zheng thought it was her married husband, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't. Ling Zi confidently led Zhou Zheng into her boudoir and closed the door. Zhou Zheng thought that the man was just like him, at most one of Ling Zi's many suitors. Later, the guy left, and the loud slamming of the door even reached Zhou Zheng. Ling Zi opened the door and asked, "Did I scare you?"

Zhou Zheng exaggeratedly clutched his chest, and Ling Zi laughed strangely. She said, "He's my brother!"

"Cousin?"

Zhou Zheng asked. She shook her head. "No, he's my biological brother, from both our parents!"

"But your relationship is more than just ordinary?"

Zhou Zheng said with a hint of bitterness. Ling Zi paused before saying, "You're right. He was my first man. He took my virginity from me."

As she spoke, she stroked Zhou Zheng's pants and laughed, "Look how scared you are."

Indeed, Zhou Zheng's penis was limp and lifeless. Lingzi lay on the bed, her hands behind her head, and slowly said, "It seems unbelievable to you, but it's commonplace here. Every family has many unspeakable sordid things, like incest between a son and mother, a father and daughter, or siblings. Japanese law explicitly prohibits incest, and official public opinion strongly condemns and opposes incestuous behavior, severely punishing those who commit rape, such as fathers raping daughters or sons raping mothers. But that only applies to rape. If it's consensual, it's just adultery in other people's eyes."

She spoke with an attitude that showed no disgust or contempt.

"Tell me about you and your brother?"

Zhou Zheng gradually became interested. Lingzi rolled over, her elbows dangling on the bed as she lay face down. He could see the curves of her body, her perfect figure, and her round, full buttocks.

She said, "That's a long story. You'll have to get me a cup of coffee."

"Or I think opening a bottle of red wine would be more appropriate, because I'd like to too,"

Zhou Zheng said. Lingzi clapped her hands. Zhou Zheng went outside and brought back a bottle of red wine. He poured it into two glasses, and they clinked them together. "You saw him just now. He's an outstanding and handsome man, the dream lover of many girls. I was fifteen then, full of dreams for the future like many girls. Many of my classmates had boyfriends, some had even had physical intimacy, while I was as pitiful as a withered little weed. Don't laugh at me, I'm not talking about my body. I was really beautiful back then, and I often received pampering like a princess." "

I'm not laughing at you,"

Zhou Zheng said, waving his glass at her. She took a small sip and continued, "Because of my family, and my tall, strong older brother, men were all intimidated, so I was very lonely, especially on Sundays or when there were special events."

Lingzi seemed absent-minded, but her thoughts were quite clear. One day, the school organized a visit to a temple, where I saw a erotic mural depicting the intercourse of a god and a human. Although I was very familiar with my own body and the female form, I had never seen a naked man before. The phalluses of those gods were so enormous and so long that I was astonished. I had never noticed any man I knew with such a prominent bulge between his legs. Perhaps only a god could have such a large thing hanging between his legs. No wonder the women who made love with the gods wore such ecstatic expressions! From then on, I secretly paid attention to the men around me, and the one closest to me was my brother, Ono. Ono was a handsome, tall man with thick, coarse hair, clear, bright eyes, a narrow, long nose with slightly protruding nostrils, and a wide mouth—a kind of indescribable beauty.

But what truly captivated me were his long, slender legs. I wondered if the rest of his body was similarly long and shapely. I even pondered whether beneath his elegant attire lay a penis comparable to that of a god.

A powerful urge arose within me to find the answer immediately! This thought, his appearance, his physique, stirred her heart, leaving her utterly mesmerized.

Ono's perfect physique was related to his daily swimming. Besides a tennis court and a billiards room, our house also had an indoor swimming pool. The water there was always crystal clear and azure, and kept at a constant temperature, even in winter when snow was falling outside. Deep green plants grew in pots against the wall, and in the evening, the shadows cast by these plants on the marble floor seemed even more menacing and terrifying. There was also light underwater, shining up to illuminate every swimmer. I pushed open the heavy rubber door and went inside. Ono was lying on a chair by the pool, resting briefly, holding a carbonated drink he had just had after vigorous exercise. As I approached him and stood opposite him, I noticed sparse body hair on his chest, which formed a straight line down to his lower abdomen, and his tight swim trunks were also peeking out. I also saw the strong muscles of his upper body and chest, and his taut thighs, which were also covered in body hair. I even had this thought: what would it feel like to be naked on top of him? Then I quickly dismissed the thought in shame.

Ono jumped into the water with a splash, and the spray soaked me. I wiped the water from my eyes and said, "There's no one here, aren't you afraid to swim naked?"

He said provocatively, "If you dare to take your clothes off, I dare to be naked too?"

I slowly turned around, unzipped the back of my white swimsuit, and then peeled it off, letting it fall onto the wet patchwork floor at my feet. Ono looked up from the water, and his eyes saw my body, which was suddenly exposed in front of him, clearly. My breathing quickened, my nipples stood erect, and my small breasts began to swell. I jumped into the water too, and shivered as the warm water washed over me, submerging my exposed vulva. He dove into the water a distance away, making a loud splash. The clear water made it clear that his hands were sliding down, his two thumbs hooking the waistband of his swim trunks, pulling them down, then surfacing and swinging them at me.

I saw his strong buttocks, his pubic hair so thick and dark. It rippled in the water, like a forest concealing everything. I dove into the water and swam towards him, and he seemed to sense it, swimming far away with great agility.

I knew I couldn't catch him, so I stayed at the edge of the pool, splashing my legs. Sure enough, when he got bored, he swam closer to me, and before he could even steady himself, I had already touched his naked penis.

The moment my fingertips touched his skin, a surge of joy welled up inside me. An indescribable, intense sensation, like an electric current, coursed through my body, and I couldn't help but gasp. With just that light touch, his penis quickly hardened and lengthened, a thick head emerging from the dark bush.

I finally understood how men conceal their masculinity; it's usually small and soft, but when stimulated, it instantly swells, becoming unruly and ready for action.

He stopped at the edge of the pool and forcefully pulled me towards him. I lost my balance, my legs slipping between his, and I lay on my back in the water, my breasts above the surface. My legs floated up behind him, so I rested in his arms. His arms held me tightly, and I happily watched him gently suckle one of my nipples. I lay there, dazed, letting the buoyancy of the water and his hands support me. My body was relaxed, and my nipples were more vibrant than I had imagined. I touched his soft scrotum, felt his rapidly hardening penis, and found it incredibly arousing. He immediately realized it was my fingers groping inside that had made this male symbol grow so large.

Finally, Ono's experienced eyes took in my blushing, disappointed, and aggrieved expression, as well as my body's obvious movements—all of this told him it was time to take it a step further. He pulled me out of the water and laid me on the marble floor. Leaving the intoxicatingly warm pool, the sudden cessation of sexual teasing surprised me, and I protested loudly. Ono quickly appeared beside me, dried me with a bathrobe, then picked me up and led me through a small door by the pool into a warm, softly lit room. In the center of the room was a low, luxurious bed covered only by a thick blanket. I slipped out of my cotton bathrobe and collapsed onto that sensual bed. "Come on," Ono said with satisfaction, "this is the real beginning."

He sat down at my feet, carefully parting my legs, letting his fingers caress the inside of my thighs, just as he had done before. I felt the blanket rubbing against my aching flesh, a sensation in my lower abdomen that made me involuntarily tense my muscles; any contact with that area was pleasurable. I stared blankly at the white ceiling, imagining what men and women did on their wedding bed, and how I connected that to what was happening now. My breasts were so sensitive that they even reacted to the slightest breeze passing over them. Ono skillfully thrust his penis into my aching vagina, my lower abdomen clenching with every thrust. I desperately tried to get away, but his hands gripped my thighs, immobilizing me. My spine, my legs, my buttocks ached from the rough blanket, and I felt I should fight back against his burgeoning lust.

My small breasts swelled, and beads of sweat seeped between my nipples. He gestured for me to be quiet with his eyes, then carefully and meticulously pushed in, until his long penis finally entered my vagina, moving almost imperceptibly from side to side, waiting for the moist, sticky fluid to coat it. Soon her vaginal fluid flowed out, and Ono carefully and skillfully continued to manipulate his penis. My hips writhed more and more violently, my body almost lifting off the bed. My vaginal muscles contracted so tightly due to tension that it appeared even larger, and the taut muscles excited him. He used all his skills to tease me, and I could feel his throbbing penis thrusting joyfully inside. At this point, Lingzi paused. What others considered incestuous behavior, she didn't find shame in, even speaking with a hint of envy. She continued, "Children in puberty, especially those with a rebellious and independent personality like mine, are more prone to an urgent desire to grow up. The hallmarks of adulthood include sexual maturity and sexual experience, and perhaps that's what I subconsciously thought back then.

" "And then?"

Zhou Zheng asked. Lingzi chuckled and said, "We've been having an affair. Even on his wedding night, he abandoned his beautiful bride and ran to my bed. Now, we make love every now and then, like just now, he rushed to find me, but it ended badly."

"I ruined your affair!"

Zhou Zheng said, and she straightened up, saying, "It's none of your business."

Later, Zhou Zheng actually caught the two siblings in their affair. The moment Zhou Zheng opened the door, he knew there was another man in the apartment; Lingzi's bedroom door was tightly closed. He quietly retreated, perhaps the noise of closing the door disturbing Lingzi. Zhou Zheng was in the shade of a tree downstairs from the apartment building; he glimpsed the apartment building in the distance, its lights off, a dark expanse. He waited until she and Ono had a sweet farewell at the door. The farewell took quite a while, and Zhou Zheng impatiently turned his head away. He looked like an old wolf wandering through ruins, his eyes bloodshot and his lips tightly pressed together. Ono hugged her tightly in the shadows by the steps, and she didn't refuse. Then she went upstairs alone. Ono whistled as she passed by Zhou Zheng, perhaps thinking about her sister's tender moment earlier, that beautiful woman.

Zhou Zheng, his face grim, went back into her apartment. Lingzi had just washed up, and a sheer nightgown clung to her slender body. Through the thin fabric, her pale pink nipples made the nightgown stand out. "Did you come in just now?"

Lingzi asked. Zhou Zheng remained silent. Lingzi put her hands on his shoulders and massaged them. She said, "You're angry. He has the same rights as you, and he also has a key to this apartment."

Then she added, "Okay, don't be angry anymore, sweetie. I'll run the tub so you can take a bath, and everything will be alright."

She entered the bathroom with an air of glamour. Zhou Zheng noticed a note on the table with strange combinations of numbers he couldn't understand. He picked it up and asked Ling Zi. A flicker of panic crossed Ling Zi's face, but she quickly regained her composure. She said, "Zhou Zheng, have you ever bought or sold stocks?"

Zhou Zheng shook his head; he had never even considered such large-scale speculation. Ling Zi took the note. She said, "Open an account tomorrow, put all your savings in, and buy stocks with this number. Remember, sell them when they appreciate to this level."

Zhou Zheng submerged his head in the water, then resurfaced. "Where would I get that much money?"

"I'll lend it to you, consider it compensation from Xiao Ye."

She joked. Zhou Zheng knew that Xiao Ye's information was definitely accurate; they were orchestrating a game of big fish eating small fish.

From then on, Zhou Zheng earned his first pot of gold, and then he operated a second and a third.

One day, when he moved the bags of money he had earned to Lingzi's apartment, he pulled Lingzi close and began to undress her. When Lingzi appeared naked in front of him, a strange light shone in his eyes. "Spread six hundred million on the floor,"

he said, his hands frantically folding the banknotes' seals. The scattered banknotes cascaded onto the carpet like a waterfall, and Lingzi, also naked, helped. Zhou Zheng took off his own clothes and laid Lingzi on her back in the pile of banknotes. Her skin shone under the light, and the banknotes rustled with every turn, a very stimulating sight. Without needing any further foreplay, Zhou Zheng thrust his already hard penis in. "Come on, shout loudly!"

Zhou Zheng said between breaths. Lingzi murmured in a hoarse voice. Zhou Zheng held her tightly, and the two of them rolled around in the pile of banknotes.

His ferocity and hardness were unlike anything Lingzi had ever experienced. He quickly brought her penis to the point where her vagina contracted, but she was still immersed in intense excitement. His penis thrust wildly, his hand caressing her wet labia, his slender fingers touching the clitoris to control his frenzy. He needed more of Lingzi's teasing. Lingzi groaned in a voice that sounded weak and painful, her buttocks bouncing on the ground. She opened her mouth and involuntarily screamed in extreme excitement. Zhou Zheng's excitement had reached its breaking point, almost excessively tense with the approach of a deep orgasm. His nerves, tormented by the demon, could finally release their pent-up desire. He ejaculated wildly for a while, but his penis remained hard, showing no signs of weakness. He attacked again, trying to use physical exertion to control his insatiable excitement. This was the most exciting he had experienced in years, making him tremble with pleasure from head to toe. He was quite surprised when he released his last remaining semen into her body, letting out a relieved sigh. This time, he relaxed his body, which had been tense and excited. Beneath him, Lingzi pressed her buttocks tightly against his, her body limp and almost paralyzed, completely unaware of his actions after his orgasm subsided. His body felt heavy, but she didn't mind, simply lying there enjoying the pleasure of being pressed down by a man's body.

Chapter Six: An Unexpected Gain

1. These past few days, Zhou Zheng had been in a daze, filled with anxiety. The impending arrival of Lingzi felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat, impossible to swallow or spit out. Lingzi's letter was crystal clear: this trip to China wasn't just for academic exchange; besides wanting to rekindle their past relationship, she also wanted to marry him. If Lingzi had expressed this intention before he returned home, Zhou Zheng would have gladly accepted. But now, Zhou Zheng hesitated. He wasn't a heartless person, but he knew Lingzi wasn't suitable as a Chinese daughter-in-law.

He replied to Lingzi's email, saying he couldn't resist his mother's opinion; traditional Chinese mothers were eager for grandchildren, and he had already hastily married. Lingzi clearly didn't quite believe it. Besides sending him her blessings, her reply also implied that she wanted to visit him and his bride in Shanghai after their exchange. This naturally didn't escape Yuanyuan's notice. That evening, after dinner, she saw Zhou Zheng watching TV in the living room, flipping through channels with the remote. She brought him coffee, smiling, "Zheng'er, is something on your mind?" "

Is something wrong?"

Zhou Zheng asked back. "Yes!"

Yuanyuan's movements caused her thin nightgown to sway gently. Zhou Zheng noticed that she was naked underneath, and with her movements, the slit in the hem revealed her alluring vulva, almost within reach.

Zhou Zheng then told Yuanyuan everything about Lingzi, including the fact that he had borrowed money from her family to help him make a fortune in the stock market. Yuanyuan listened for a moment, then said, "Since you don't want to marry her, I won't stop you, but you shouldn't have told her you were already married."

"I didn't want to either. This method could have made her give up on the idea,"

Zhou Zheng said. Then Zhou Zheng said, "Mom, I'll renovate this house into our new home and let Lingzi come see it."

"But what about the bride? People are here to see your bride, not your new home!"

Yuan Yuan said, turning and going back to her room. Zhou Zheng followed behind her, watching her sway her hips with such allure. He said, "I'll go find Liu Yun and ask her if she's willing!"

"Don't go to her, let your sister come!"

Yuan Yuan said. Zhou Zheng couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration; it was a brilliant idea. Yuan Yuan said, "Zhi'er is the only one worthy of you. Let that Japanese woman see the wife my son found; she's definitely no less beautiful than her."

"Mom, won't Zhou Zhi and I look too alike? Will people be able to tell at a glance?"

Zhou Zheng was still a little worried. Yuan Yuan said, "No, there's a big difference between men and women!"

Seeing Zhou Zheng lost in thought, she said, "Come on, play a game of chess with Mom."

When Zhou Zheng was young, Yuan Yuan had taken him to the Children's Palace to learn chess, and Yuan Yuan had learned by accompanying him. However, as she grew older, she no longer had the leisure to do so. Now that she saw that Yuan Yuan was interested, she put down what she was doing and played with her. Zhou Zheng entered her house. Yuan Yuan was lying on the bed, fiddling with ivory chess pieces in a chess basket. She wore a white nightgown, a belt loosely tied around her waist. Zhou Zheng glanced at her smooth, curvaceous legs and the deep cleavage between her breasts. Seeing him enter, Yuan Yuan quickly changed her position, sitting up to greet him. "Zheng'er, do you remember when we were little? In the cold winter, we often huddled in bed playing chess."

Her tone was enthusiastic and playful. Zhou Zheng replied, "Of course I remember! Often, halfway through a game, Zhou Zhi, who was bored, would disturb the chessboard."

"Your little sister is small, and when we ignored her, she got angry."

Yuan Yuan laughed heartily. Zhou Zheng's eyes roamed over her body, then settled on her full, high breasts, which almost burst out of her nightgown.

Under Zhou Zheng's direct gaze, Yuan Yuan seemed to intentionally let the strap of her tank top slip down one shoulder, allowing him a glimpse of the prominent rose-colored nipples in her high, firm breasts. Zhou Zheng suppressed his desire, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His loose shorts left his swollen penis nowhere to hide. He felt it growing wildly and uncontrollably, his blood surging. Yuan Yuan also noticed its sudden enlargement and stared intently at it, her tongue constantly licking her lips. Since they had resumed their intimacy, sleeping together in the same bed at night and indulging in playful activities during the day, Zhou Zheng had perhaps neglected her these past few days, and he was beginning to feel uneasy. Yuan Yuan asked Zhou Zheng to bring a low chessboard to the bed, along with some chilled drinks.

Yuanyuan moved aside to make room. As she fiddled with the table, twirling her skirt, he caught a glimpse of her smooth, white buttocks and the dark patch at the base of her soft, delicate thighs. Yuanyuan placed a cushion under her buttocks, spreading her skirt out to flatten her legs, hiding them inside. Her bare buttocks and soft, wrinkled mons pubis seemed to feel the unevenness of the cushion, wriggling with pleasure. As Zhou Zheng raised the steaming can to his lips, Yuanyuan deliberately stretched one leg out from under the chessboard. She wiggled her toes under her robe, then raised her toes until they touched his scrotum. He was helpless, letting her toes play with him, and with a steaming drink in his hand, he could only tremble. Yuanyuan looked at him innocently, her feet constantly playing with his large, soft scrotum. Then she lifted her other leg and began sliding it up and down his thick, hard penis. Zhou Zheng, breathless, said, "I think it's your turn."

Yuan Yuan stretched her body towards the bed, supporting herself to rub his engorged penis with her feet. Just

as Zhou Zheng picked up two ivory chess pieces from the basket and was about to place them, Yuan Yuan bumped into his arm, causing him to drop the pieces. "Oh my god!"

Yuan Yuan shrieked, "The chess pieces fell under the bed! Son, you're so naughty!"

Yuan Yuan playfully slapped him. "We'd better find the pieces, otherwise we can't play anymore. Let's look under the bed..."

Yuan Yuan crawled under the thick carpet, her buttocks raised high. Zhou Zheng peered under the bed and saw her round buttocks swaying in her thin purple dress. "Found it, so hard to find,"

she said. Zhou Zheng deliberately spread his legs, placing them on either side of her body, facing the bulge between his thighs towards her.

As she straightened up from under the bed, her face was buried between his thighs. Her rosy face pressed close to his penis, as if her lips were about to bite it.

Before he could recover from Yuan Yuan's lewd actions, she returned to the cushion, this time lying on her side, propping herself up on the bed with one elbow. "I think it's my turn,"

she said, ignoring the straps of her dress that had completely slipped off her shoulders, leaving him with a clear view of her breasts peeking out from the side of her robe. She picked up a chess piece and circled it around her nipples, Zhou Zheng savoring the sensation of the ivory chess piece pressing against her firm, pink breasts. "Now I have an even more brilliant idea."

Then Yuan Yuan slid the ivory chess piece down her breasts to her lower abdomen, finally stopping at her clitoris. Then she began to slowly and gently massage the small, erect bulge. Zhou Zheng's patience had reached its limit. He really didn't want to be tempted by the sights before him, but he couldn't control himself; his penis was throbbing, and he hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Now it's your turn to get down,"

she said, rubbing herself as she slightly opened and closed her legs. The more Zhou Zheng pretended to be unmoved, the more wanton Yuan Yuan became, changing her movements. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and pounced on her on the bed. He quickly lifted her nightgown and began to suckle her nipples. He sucked slowly, gradually increasing the pressure, lifting her head slightly to pull the nipples longer. The nipples began to throb, and her breasts began to swell. He then stepped forward to caress her belly, his palms outstretched, pressing firmly against her taut skin. She felt a fire burning inside her, a joyful warmth. He continued to suckle her nipples, dragging them like a child nursing. The intense pleasure lasted for several minutes. Yuan Yuan felt an urge to urinate; she wanted him to hurry and insert his already large penis into her vagina so she could relax. Zhou Zheng saw the change in her expression and knew she was burning with desire, but he deliberately lingered, only tracing the head of his large penis up and down her moist lips. She tensed her muscles, spreading her legs wider and raising her hips to meet his thrusts.

Yuan Yuan didn't know when his penis entered her, but she accepted the feeling of fullness. Her buttocks rose higher and higher to meet each thrust of his penis. Until she twisted and turned her body, moaning and panting, writhing like this. She was so lost in passion, and Zhou Zheng was doing his best to tease her, manipulating his penis up and down, fast and slow, that Yuan Yuan had no idea when it entered or withdrew. His penis ejaculated inside her passionate, alluring, and sweet-smelling vagina. As she climaxed, her entire body was lifted off the mattress, her body stiff with indescribable pleasure. She clung tightly to his neck, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, and she lifted herself even higher. She welcomed his gushing ejaculation, their bellies completely pressed together. Every point of their union, every pore, every vibrating particle of their being erupted simultaneously.

Zhou Zheng was exhausted. He propped himself up on one arm, turning his head to look at her. Her fair skin was flushed from their recent lovemaking, her black hair scattered on the white pillow. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. He didn't know if she was truly asleep or savoring the pleasure. He looked at her, her high breasts, the rosy nipples that had just been in his mouth now drooping limply, her softly curved naked body that had once ridden him, swaying. But now, everything was calm again. Zhou Zheng got up and went into the bathroom. He turned on the tap and filled the marble bathtub with water; steam quickly filled the air. When he returned to the bedside, he noticed Yuan Yuan's breathing was deep and shallow, almost imperceptible. He nodded in satisfaction, then picked her up in his arms. Her body was so light that he didn't even realize her weight. He carried her to the bathroom and sat on the large stone steps of the bathtub.

Suddenly, Yuan Yuan opened her eyes, giggling happily at her prank. Zhou Zheng, now angry, put her down and sank into the bathtub. He leaned against the wall, his shoulder muscles throbbing slightly. He crossed his arms behind his neck and let out a long, deep sigh. Yuan Yuan, naked, slid into the bathtub as well, pressing herself against him. He reached out and poured some shower gel into his palm, then placed his hands on Yuan Yuan's shoulders. His warm hands rhythmically caressed her body; he could smell the alluring scent of the shower gel on her skin. Her body was enveloped, surrounded by a trembling desire.

Her shoulders and back belonged to this man's hands, while her breasts pressed against his full chest.

She reluctantly arched her buttocks, feeling Zhou Zheng's hardness. She twisted her waist again, feeling Zhou Zheng's warm, moist lips—it was like a symphony of erotic intoxication.

Zhou Zheng's smooth chest and her full breasts pressed tightly together, his erect penis pressing against her bare buttocks. He kissed Yuan Yuan's earlobe forcefully, forcing her to open her mouth wide to receive his further intrusion. He continued to delve deeper with his tongue, stirring and swirling in her mouth, exploring her lips, first her lower lip, then finding her teeth, while his hands were not idle, rubbing Yuan Yuan's buttocks. Then they covered her vulva, her petal-like labia fleshy and alluring, like a blooming rose. Yuanyuan's lower abdomen throbbed violently, and her vulva pulsated. Her heart and clitoris trembled simultaneously; she had lost herself, her entire body burning with desire. When he removed his lips, he felt all the blood rush to his ears. A deafening roar filled his ears; he was now too hard, he had no other thoughts but to use his body to thrust and release his lust.

That night, Yuanyuan had lost count of how much semen Zhou Zheng had ejaculated inside her the previous night, and had long forgotten how many orgasms she had experienced, or when they had occurred. It was truly debauchery. She did everything she could to arouse him, to make each of their encounters pleasurable, while he, with practiced ease, catered to her every whim, employing all his sexual techniques. This night belonged to her. The man was captivated by her; he played with her, teased her, with his hands, his mouth, and his penis, bringing her to an unparalleled state of pleasure.

2. To prepare for Lingzi's trip to Shanghai, Zhou Zheng made meticulous plans and careful preparations. When he told his sister, Zhou Zhi, about his idea, it really startled the couple. Ke Ming's eyes widened like a bull's. He said, "How could you come up with such a terrible idea?"

"Just borrow your wife for a few days. Don't be reluctant,"

Zhou Zheng punched him in the chest. Zhou Zhi readily agreed, which was also due to her playful nature.

She said, "Just stay at our house. No need to go to great lengths to decorate."

Zhou Zheng looked around their house. The house wasn't big, but it was decorated warmly and romantically, and it still showed signs of newlywed bliss. He pointed to the wedding photos hanging in every corner of the house: "These need to be changed."

"How?"

Zhou Zhi asked with bewildered eyes. Zhou Zheng said, "We'll take new ones."

He walked around again, and Ke Ming followed him, asking, "You're such a scoundrel, where am I supposed to stay?"

"Whatever you want,"

Zhou Zheng said. Then, with a serious expression, he said, "We've agreed that during this period, you can't go home, you can't see your wife, and you can't even call her."

"You're just making a scene, I'm packing my bags and leaving,"

he said defiantly. Zhou Zhi chuckled.

Early the next morning, Zhou Zheng drove to Zhou Zhi's apartment building; they had arranged to take wedding photos. Ke Ming, truly annoyed, came downstairs first, carrying his suitcase. He sat in the back seat and said, "Dude, I'm really kicked out." "

Congratulations, you finally have a few days of freedom,"

Zhou Zheng said, then whispered in his ear, "Should I invite your former female classmates out?"

"Get lost! I'll be grateful if you don't cause me any more trouble!"

he laughed loudly. At this moment, Zhou Zhi came downstairs. She was casually dressed in a light yellow tracksuit and white sneakers, looking youthful and vibrant. Abandoning her usual skirt suits, stockings, and high heels made her feel free. She always felt that outfit was pretentious; her true self was casual and full of energy, just like now.

First, he took Keming to his office. As Keming got out of the car, he joked with Zhou Zheng, "When you get married in the future, let me borrow your wife for a few days!"

Then he took Zhou Zhi to the agreed-upon photo studio. Zhou Zheng got out of the car and said, "This was recommended by a friend. They've hired the best photographer and makeup artist today."

"Why make such a big fuss? I'm not your real bride!"

Zhou Zhi said. They walked up the stairs together, and Zhou Zheng stopped. He looked down at her and said very seriously, "Zhou Zhi, this time it has to be real. We can't let Lingzi see through any of it, or I'm finished!"

"Do you dislike that woman?"

Zhou Zhi asked. Zhou Zheng said, "No, she's very beautiful and has a noble air. Anyway, you wouldn't understand."

Actually, it was Zhou Zheng's inferiority complex that was at play. He had received a great favor from Lingzi, and her prestigious family background made him feel both hopeful and intimidated. He didn't want his long-term married life to be shrouded in this dark shadow.

The makeup artist waited anxiously, and the manager led them into a private dressing room. The makeup artist was a man who didn't look like a man, and he had a female assistant. As soon as they entered, he told Zhou Zhi to take off her clothes. Zhou Zhi refused to take them off herself, but asked Zhou Zheng to help her. Zhou Zheng held his breath, swallowed hard, and walked to Zhou Zhi's side. He could smell the strong, overpowering scent of many perfumes on her. He brushed her short hair, which was draped over her back, aside, and with one hand he gripped her clothes tightly while the other slowly unzipped them, pulling them down only a little to reveal her smooth back. At that moment, Zhou Zheng could see Zhou Zhi's breasts reflected in the mirror, standing tall and firm like mountains in a thin bra. Zhou Zhi was indeed very voluptuous and alluring, Zhou Zheng thought.

Firm, round, and perky breasts, so beautiful. Zhou Zhi turned around and leaned her entire weight on the dressing table, facing Zhou Zheng. She slowly slid her clothes down from her waist, thighs, and all the way to her feet.

At this point, besides her underwear, she wore a pair of black briefs, the narrow crotch just covering her private parts.

Almost completely naked, she appeared even more sexy and alluring.

Zhou Zheng could feel the makeup artist's gaze, unlike that of a man, wandering over her body, sometimes staring at her breasts, sometimes sliding down to her thighs. He secretly spied on Zhou Zhi, occasionally glancing quickly at Zhou Zheng. Zhou Zhi sat down in the chair at the makeup table, the dazzling, intense light shining on her head and face. The makeup artist, with delicate, orchid-like fingers, busily applied makeup, applying rouge, eyeshadow, and false eyelashes, using the brightest lipstick to make her lips large, thick, glossy, and vibrant. Under his touch, Zhou Zhi's face stunned Zhou Zheng. Her eyebrows, neither too thick nor too thin, curved into a pleasing arc, and her slightly curled eyelashes accentuated her long, beautiful eyes, easily overlooking the subtle shadows under her eyes. Her nose was straight and high-bridged, possessing a Western elegance yet also an Eastern allure; her full lips were naturally rosy without lipstick. Zhou Zheng was somewhat distracted. This woman before him, his sister and his virtual wife, had captivated him, and this woman was alluring and captivating from head to toe—exactly the woman Zhou Zheng had been searching for.

Then, almost naked, she asked Zhou Zheng to help her choose clothes. She changed twice. Initially, she picked out a white wedding dress, but quickly changed out. Feeling the dress was too conservative and didn't showcase her alluring figure, she put on a deep purple long skirt, but that looked too tacky. Reluctantly, she reverted to wearing the first dress she had chosen. Zhou Zheng saw that his sister, Zhou Zhi, had abandoned her youthful innocence and entered the ranks of young women. It was as if some fertilizer had stimulated and nourished her, causing a budding peony to suddenly bloom into a delicate and exquisitely beautiful flower. Standing before the mirror, her radiant beauty was captivating, undoubtedly due to her innate good looks, but also undeniably thanks to the exquisite wedding gowns she wore. For some, these dresses might merely be plain and unremarkable, even offensive, sometimes even repulsive. But for Zhou Zhi, the high-quality, fashionable, and revealing gowns didn't confine her body; instead, they enhanced her radiance, beauty, and alluring charm.

Zhou Zheng took her arm as they entered the photography studio. Under the photographer's guidance, they smiled sweetly under the fluorescent lights. The two, one in black and one in white, posed hand-in-hand for some traditional wedding photos. Then, following the photographer's suggestion, Zhou Zhi changed clothes for more lively and innocent shots. Later, Zhou Zhi insisted that Zhou Zheng change clothes again, resulting in several different styles of photos. Exhausted by her efforts, Zhou Zheng seemed to have become addicted to the photography, and then insisted on having a portrait shoot. Zhou Zheng watched her change outfits, portraying different styles, in the studio. At times, she exuded boundless charm—wild, alluring, ferocious, like a beast in heat. She was incredibly sexy, as if she were thinking of, yearning for, and anticipating lovemaking, indulging in sensual pleasures. At other times, her misty eyes, her alluring smile, the tears of unspoken love, and her slender waist encased in an elegant cheongsam—all captivated the viewer, making them feel as if they had stepped into a labyrinth of time. Even as noon approached, she stubbornly ate lunch with Zhou Zheng. He teased her about not having filmed that many movies with Ke Ming yet, to which she responded with a sly wink and a mysterious smile, offering no reply.

Zhou Zheng called the waiter to pay the bill, and when the waiter brought it over, Zhou Zheng, without even glancing at Zhou Zhi, gestured with his chin. Zhou Zhi feigned displeasure, saying, "Who lets a woman pay the bill?"

"You don't understand," Zhou Zheng replied, "usually the man pays, but when a couple is together, the wife pays."

Zhou Zhi agreed.

The two went home; Yuan Yuan wasn't there, presumably playing cards. Zhou Zheng carried out his clothes, packing them into his suitcase while saying to Zhou Zhi, "Don't be impatient. After you move these things, you also need to get rid of Ke Ming's things."

"You really think you're never coming back?"

Zhou Zhi said loudly, and Zhou Zheng replied, "Lingzi is a smart and sensitive woman; she notices every little clue."

"I'd like to see what kind of woman she is!"

Zhou Zhi said, then obediently helped Zhou Zheng pack all his personal belongings into a box. Before leaving, she left a note for Yuan Yuan, asking, "So soon, our married life is about to begin?"

"Don't you want to? I need to get used to the environment, so nothing goes wrong."

"Okay, since you say so, from this moment on, I'm your wife." After

saying that, she leaned down and kissed Zhou Zheng on the cheek.

The two then bought a lot of groceries at the supermarket. While cooking, Zhou Zhi wore only a bra and panties. Zhou Zheng saw her full breasts, slender waist, and round buttocks—she was practically the embodiment of a devil. Every move she made was alluring and wild. A desire within him spread rapidly like wildfire, and he once again experienced the feeling of his heart racing and his body agitated when he saw her in the photography studio. Zhou Zheng thought to himself that she must be like this at home all the time, and cursed Ke Ming inwardly for his good fortune with women. Zhou Zhi's cooking was far inferior to Yuan Yuan's; it was nowhere near as good.

However, he was treated to a feast for the eyes. Zhou Zhi's smooth, jade-like arms, the deep cleavage created by her bra, and her flawless, fair skin all captivated him. Her slender hands seemed to be touching and caressing him, sliding across his breasts, thighs, and even between his thighs. The sensation grew stronger, and he shifted restlessly in his chair.

Zhou Zheng tried to calm himself and banish the desires swirling in his mind, but the erotic scene before him wouldn't leave him. Zhou Zhi's nearly naked body was right in front of him, and he felt that every movement and every glance emanated a sensual allure, intentionally or unintentionally seducing him. Even a simple gesture like her licking her lips could arouse irresistible desire. "Zhou Zhi, do I look like Ke Ming?"

Zhou Zheng asked, trying to make conversation. Zhou Zhi looked at him, dressed in ordinary cotton clothes. She said, "Yes, and no."

"How so?"

he asked, coughing lightly as he crossed his legs to conceal his erect penis. "Ke Ming wasn't as well-behaved as you. You're so docile,"

she said with a mischievous smile. She then got up to clear the table, bending over right in front of him. Her firm, high buttocks reminded Zhou Zheng of the lewd positions he had once adopted.

Zhou Zheng left the table and sat on the living room sofa, rubbing his throbbing temples and smoking heavily in frustration. He mechanically manipulated the remote control, completely unaware of what was on the screen. Zhou Zhi came over with a tea tray, glanced at the television, and said nothing. Zhou Zheng waited for her to place the tea on the tea table, and then she sat down next to him. Zhou Zheng handed her the remote control, still feeling a surge of irresistible urges.

"Will we be able to finish taking our wedding photos?"

Zhou Zhi turned around and asked. Zhou Zheng said, "We'll make it. We agreed to do it as quickly as possible. I've had them work overtime."

Then he added, "Lingzi's plane tickets are all booked, don't worry, wife!"

To ease the burning desire in his head, Zhou Zheng pretended to be relaxed. "I don't like you calling me that, and I won't let Kemin call me that either,"

Zhou Zhi said. Zhou Zheng asked, "Then what should I call you?"

"Just call me 'little sister,' many couples call each other that these days,"

she said. Zhou Zheng said, "I'll still call you Zhi'er, it's more intimate and sweet."

"Zhi'er!"

Zhou Zhi thought for a moment and said, "I like being called Zhi'er, but what should I call you?"

"I like you calling me husband,"

Zhou Zheng said. Zhou Zhi couldn't think of a better way to address him, so she said, "Okay, husband, that's all I can do. I'm going to sleep!"

Zhou Zhi said as she left the living room. Before entering the bedroom, she stood by the door, just like she had stood there earlier saying, "You're so well-behaved." She didn't speak, but blinked at Zhou Zheng. Zhou Zheng lowered his gaze. He felt that Zhou Zhi's blinking and pouting lips were just as alluring as her words, "You're so well-behaved."

Zhou Zheng still didn't dare follow her into the bedroom, so he slept in the small house. As he lay on the bed, Zhou Zheng could almost feel an uncontrollable desire dancing deep within his consciousness, but every time he tried to grasp it, it drifted away, leaving only the sounds of the surroundings amplified a thousand times. Even the slightest sound in the quiet night became incredibly noisy. The footsteps and occasional noises outside seemed unusually discordant. He thought he should drink some wine to help him fall asleep. He had almost passed her room when he suddenly noticed a ray of light shining from it. His heart skipped a beat, and he slowed his pace, stopping in front of her tightly closed door. She must be asleep; he knew that, but the door was closed. He felt like a pitiful lover locked out, yearning for her. He reached out, hesitating, unsure whether he should push the door open. He felt like a lover under a spell, bewitched. Through the crack in the door, he glimpsed Zhou Zhi lying naked on the bed. Her long, black, waterfall-like hair obscured her eyes, her bare shoulders trembled slightly, and the lines of her sexy thighs were clearly defined.

3. On the day Ling Zi arrived, Zhou Zheng and Zhou Zhi arrived at the airport early. He wore well-made dark blue loose trousers and a white silk short-sleeved shirt with blue and gold stripes. His hair looked freshly washed, hanging over his eyebrows, so he had to constantly brush it aside with his fingers. He seemed to be in a very good mood, his eyes shining, and a slight smile on his lips. Zhou Zhi was also dressed casually, in a white shirt open over a black tight-fitting vest, and red tight-fitting capri pants that clung so tightly to her buttocks that the outline of her vulva was clearly outlined. Zhou Zheng awkwardly looked away; they looked very well-matched, like a genuine married couple. Zhou Zhi glanced at her watch and said, "The flight from Beijing should have arrived by now, right?"

She sounded impatient. For her, Ling Zi's arrival was irrelevant; her interest lay in her ambiguous fake marriage game with her brother, Zhou Zheng.

Ling Zi arrived. She had soft, short hair that accentuated her slender eyes. Her skin was flawless, and her cheekbones were high and prominent. Her lips were covered in a rich pink sheen, perfectly embodying her sensuality. She wore a fitted white linen blouse with black polka dots, clinging tightly to her dignified, slender figure. This enhanced her inherent sexiness but concealed her wantonness. Ling Zi, carrying a backpack under her arm, walked gracefully towards them, her beautiful, long legs fully revealed beneath her short skirt. She shook hands and hugged Zhou Zheng. Zhou Zhi sensitively sensed the burning spark in her eyes, the fervent gleam in her gaze, and her long, straight legs. Zhou Zheng introduced his "wife" to her. She looked at him with a peculiar gaze, tentatively extending her hand. Zhou Zhi, however, embraced her. She seemed somewhat surprised, but pleased. She hugged Zhou Zhi and gently patted her shoulder and back. "I didn't expect Mrs. Zhou to be so beautiful!"

she said sincerely, which pleased Zhou Zhi. However, her gaze towards Ling Zi was always subtle, somewhat like that of someone looking at an intruder.

Zhou Zheng treated her to a grand meal of Chaozhou cuisine, expensive and rather bland, yet it was very popular there. In a restaurant decorated like a palace, Ling Zi gave Zhou Zhi a platinum necklace with diamonds. Zhou Zhi thanked her happily. She gave Zhou Zheng a designer watch; Zhou Zhi didn't understand it, but Zhou Zheng knew it was very expensive and valuable. "You two look a bit alike?"

Lingzi said, then covered her chest with her hand and said, "Is this what you call a couple's resemblance?"

A hint of panic flashed in Zhou Zhi's eyes as her scheme was exposed. She feigned intimacy, peeling a boiled shrimp and feeding it to Zhou Zheng. Zhou Zheng asked, "Lingzi, did you book a hotel? Otherwise, I'll book one for you."

"No, I want to stay at your place. Then we can cook for ourselves. I want to experience your daily life."

With a mouthful of delicious abalone, she said, "I'm afraid our place isn't suitable for you, is it?"

Zhou Zhi said, waving her hands repeatedly, "Just give me a bed, that's enough."

"Alright, since you like it, don't be shy!"

Zhou Zheng said, and Ling Zi smiled, "Won't this bother you?"

"No, no,"

Zhou Zheng said, but Zhou Zhi noticed a subtle, flirtatious glint in Zhou Zheng's eyes, something different from ordinary friendship. She kept a straight face and remained silent, responding to Zhou Zheng's affectionate gaze with a cold glare.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhi's house had a nursery, and the small single bed was enough to accommodate Ling Zi. That evening, they strolled along the Bund and then went on a shopping spree on Zhunhai Road. Lingzi was surprised that Shanghai and Tokyo were no different anymore. Back home, she enthusiastically started drinking again. While Lingzi was showering in the bathroom, Zhou Zhi whispered in her brother's ear, "Was my performance flawless?"

"Not intimate enough. She'll easily notice,"

Zhou Zheng said. When Lingzi came out in a thin nightgown, Zhou Zhi was already sitting on her brother's lap, whispering in his ear. She felt his abdominal muscles twitch. She knew the two beauties before him were testing his endurance, and everything became amusing. His penis began to tremble, and Zhou Zhi watched with interest the pained expression on his face.

After drinking almost a bottle of red wine, they went back to their respective rooms to rest. Zhou Zheng entered Zhou Zhi's bedroom, where a spacious bed stood. He couldn't believe he was going to spend the night in this bed with his sister, and the thought excited him. Women usually spend some time in the bathroom before going to sleep. When Zhou Zhi came out, her figure, draped in a transparent nightgown, was braless. The thin nightgown clung tightly to her voluptuous body, the collar deliberately open, the two buttons undone, revealing her high, prominent breasts. He could clearly see the nipples on her breasts, as if teased, pressed tightly against the soft fabric. As she walked, her thighs, waist, and hips trembled slowly like flowing water, carrying a sensual allure. Zhou Zheng dared not look directly at her, and rolled up the sheet to make a makeshift bed on the carpet under the bed.

"Why don't you sleep on the bed? Didn't we sleep like this when we were little?"

Zhou Zhi asked. She lifted the sheet, put her long legs on the edge of the bed, sat for a while, crossed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, and her long black hair covered half of her face. The light blue nightgown was somewhat transparent, vaguely revealing the shapely contours of her body, her prominent nipples, her snow-white breasts, and her smooth abdomen. She curled her toes, staring at her legs; she wasn't wearing underwear under her transparent nightgown. "Do you sleep like this?"

Zhou Zheng asked. She replied, "Yes,"

and then smiled playfully, "I only started doing this after we got married, to save a lot of trouble."

She removed Zhou Zheng's sheets, making room on the bed. That night, Zhou Zheng slept very restlessly, especially with Zhou Zhi's nearly naked body pressed tightly against him. He could feel her warmth and her breath, and she was very restless in her sleep, sometimes placing her hand on his chest, sometimes one foot on his stomach. He tried to pry her hands away; he could only fall asleep when he was far away from her. But she held him even tighter, and with a moan in her sleep, she began to kiss his face passionately, her lips like the wet and dangerous moisture of a hungry clam. Zhou Zheng tried desperately to push her away, but she didn't wake up. In the hazy night, she clung to his body like ivy, making him feel hot and flustered.

Zhou Zhi woke suddenly in the morning, her eyelashes wet. "Why are you holding me?"

she whispered, though her happiness was evident. "You held me first,"

Zhou Zheng whispered in defense. "Oh,"

she sighed, "I was dreaming."

As she got out of bed, her private parts were visible, dark and alluring. They became even more prominent as she stretched and yawned. Then, she swayed towards the bathroom.

She suddenly laughed at the doorway, a strange expression on her face, and turned to ask him, "Do you like it when I held you like that?"

Zhou Zheng seemed reluctant to get out of bed. There were some noises outside; Ling Zi must have gotten up long ago. Zhou Zheng left the bedroom and saw Ling Zi putting on makeup in front of a mirror in the living room. Then he remembered there was no mirror in the nursery, and Japanese women, even at home, wore heavy makeup; without it, they looked as if they were naked. Lingzi was only wearing a bra and jeans, her entire back exposed. In the mirror, Lingzi was almost ready, and Zhou Zheng's face appeared. Lingzi reached out and touched his face with her fingertips, from his forehead to his nose, then lingered on his lips. Although her fingers were only caressing Zhou Zheng's reflection, he felt an overwhelming urge. In the past, he knew what to do next: gently turn the woman's back to him, kiss her, and proceed according to the usual routine. But today, he

dared not move, as if he were facing a dangerous object ready to explode, and if he extended a single finger, the defenses he had built up over the past few days would crumble. He felt that, as a man, his fear at this moment was as strong as his desire, and he didn't know where this fear came from; it certainly wasn't from his mind. His mind was a jumbled mess, hot and chaotic. He couldn't help but recall that night in Tokyo, when she lay naked amidst piles of green banknotes, a glass of champagne in her hand. It was an exciting, tense, wild, and intoxicating night; she had captivated him. Her jade-like arms, pink shoulders, and cherry lips teased him relentlessly. She used the techniques only a prostitute possessed to conquer men, repeatedly pulling him to the peak of excitement. He had never been so wild and infatuated with any other woman. Zhou Zhi had prepared breakfast, and her calls for them to eat saved him.

As planned, they spent the whole day sightseeing in the suburbs of Shanghai, eating local traditional snacks and keeping Ling Zi happily entertained. Seeing that Zhou Zhi wasn't around, Ling Zi said to Zhou Zheng, "Why didn't you two make love last night? Did I disturb you?"

Zhou Zheng was startled, and said casually, "That's normal, there's someone else in the house!"

Seeing a sly glint in Ling Zi's eyes, Zhou Zheng added, "Your wife's sex drive isn't very strong."

"I don't believe you. I can read faces. Your wife has a face full of spring, big eyes and long eyelashes. In your Chinese terms, she's a slut."

She chuckled. Zhou Zhi came over, looking confused and at a loss because they were speaking Japanese. They didn't get home until very late. Zhou Zheng filled the bathroom tub with water and comfortably lay down in the warm water. Suddenly, he heard Ling Zi outside say, "In Japan, wives have to serve their husbands while they bathe."

"It used to be like that, but I was embarrassed to do it in front of you,"

Zhou Zhi said. Ling Zi quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay. Just pretend I'm not here."

"In China, it's the husbands who like to serve their wives while they bathe,"

Zhou Zhi said, and still went into the bathroom.

Zhou shrugged in the water, trying to cover his erect penis with a towel. Zhou Zhi snatched it and began rubbing his back with the wet towel. When his penis became hard and throbbing from intense arousal, he asked Zhou Zhi to stop. Zhou Zhi glanced at him, covered her mouth, and giggled. She whispered, "So you get aroused so easily too."

She reached into the foamy water and picked up his erect penis. Carefully, she gripped it tightly with her fingers and moved them up and down, squeezing and releasing it. His buttocks parted, and he tilted his head back as far as he could, overcome with excitement. "Okay, get up."

Zhou Zhi grabbed a large, dry towel, wrapped it around him, and patted the soft fibers to absorb the water from his smooth skin. He stood there as she slowly began to dry him, gently rubbing the towel. She then placed it on his neck and shoulders, and helped him raise his hands above his head. As she did this, her breasts thrust forward, her nipples hardening beneath her thin clothing. She teasingly tickled his armpits, patting and absorbing the water, causing his body to jump. Then she covered his lower abdomen with the towel, rubbing it back and forth, causing his abdominal muscles to tense, and his legs to move unconsciously. After she had dried every inch of his skin, he spread his legs to let her dry his thighs.

She moved the towel to the creases between his legs, and just as Zhou was anticipating this, he noticed the towel's touch was lighter, still far from the sensitive nerve endings of his penis, arousing his desire for closer caresses. Then she wrapped his penis in a towel and rubbed it harder, causing it to rise and the pubic hair around it to stand on end. She dried the sulcus of the glans as well. He noticed that she lingered there for quite a while through the towel and that her face was flushed and she was breathing slightly heavily as she rubbed it. His penis was still large, but it slowly drooped down. She dried his feet and toes until not a drop of water remained on him.

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