[Urban] New Game World (Complete) - 31-33

Chapter 1 of the Side Story: Forbidden Love.

A Boeing plane flying from Tokyo to Shanghai cut through the clouds. A handsome young man, deep in thought, sat by the window. As a flight attendant in a pink shirt and blue printed scarf pushed a cart past, she stopped in her tracks. His face was slightly tanned by the sun, almost perfect, with only one small flaw: a thin white scar near his left temple, running from his eyebrow to his hairline. This, along with his upturned eyes, set a new and impeccable standard for masculinity. His full, red lips and strong, high nose were the same, though his nose had a very slight, playful upturn. This man was practically an exhibit. The flight attendant controlled herself, not wanting to stare at him greedily, focusing on what she could do. "Sir, would you like me to serve you?"

she asked, staring at his smiling lips, his large, dark eyes, his hands, his body, his crotch. Her thin, dark eyebrows rose with inquiry and an attempt to please. It felt like an eternity before she regained her voice.

"Thank you, no need,"

he replied, his eyes roaming almost ravenously over her body. When their eyes met, she was stunned by a deep, azure gaze. It wasn't entirely due to his blatant desire, but rather she was surprised by the clarity in his eyes. He was

Zhou Zheng, a recent graduate with a master's degree in finance from the University of Tokyo. Four years of studying abroad had transformed him from a naive and inexperienced student into a robust and mature young man. Looking down from the window, his gaze pierced through the wispy clouds. The plane had already flown over the bustling and crowded Japanese mainland and was now soaring across the Pacific Ocean; its silhouette swept across the vast blue sea below; soon they would be flying into the mainland. The closer he got to home, the more intense his longing for his family became; he wished he could jump onto the plane immediately. Soon he would see his mother, whom he missed dearly, the one who had recently appeared so often in his dreams. The plane descended, kissing the earth. The sound of a kiss was like thunder, the intense friction of airplane tires against the hard runway. Stepping out of the cabin, Zhou Zheng took off his sunglasses. He had finally ended his four years of studying abroad and returned home. How familiar, how comfortable, how pleasant! Even the sunlight, the shadows of the trees, the voices of people, the streets and alleys, the air and the wind, even the dust—it all seemed to belong to him. Home? Yes, home! Only one's own home is truly comfortable.

He followed the passengers out of the airport, and right by the exit passage stood a woman dressed entirely in deep red. She stood

out in the crowd of people waiting to greet them, like a long flame. She was waving to Zhou Zheng from afar; she was his mother, Zheng Yuanyuan. Zhou Zheng approached. She was indeed beautiful in red. A deep red shawl-like top, a deep red wide-pleated short coat, and deep red trousers tucked into a pair of deep red, tall, pure leather boots.

A small leather bag of the same color slung over her shoulder. This made her hair appear even blacker and her face even whiter. Who would have thought she was the mother of this handsome young man nearing thirty?

"Zheng'er,"

Yuanyuan stepped forward and hugged her son, her face flushed with excitement. When Zhou Zheng embraced his mother, he suddenly realized he was half a head taller than her, seemingly twice the size of Yuanyuan, who wasn't short. At that moment, his penis swelled up as if blown by the wind, pressing against Yuanyuan's abdomen. Zhou Zheng froze, awkwardly rubbing his hands. Yuanyuan seemed oblivious, nestled in his arms, gazing at her son, noticing the maturity that had crept into his handsome face. She said, "Zheng'er, these past few years have been tough on you."

"No, Mom, I'm fine,"

Zhou Zheng said, releasing Yuanyuan. To hide his embarrassment, Zhou Zheng immediately went to get the luggage. Yuanyuan hailed a taxi, and as Zhou Zheng stuffed the two large suitcases into the trunk, the driver said to Yuanyuan, "Your husband looks really young,"

making Yuanyuan burst into laughter. Sitting in the back seat, she held Zhou Zheng's arm tightly, asking him about his journey, giving him a charming smile after each question.

Looking at the street scene outside, Zhou Zheng felt like a lost bird returning to its homeland, a feeling of warmth, familiarity, harmony, and reluctance to part washed over him, as if a warm breath had enveloped him, suddenly moving him deeply. Where did this feeling come from? The Chinese characters on the signs? The familiar accents spoken by the people walking on the street? Their familiar gestures and expressions? Or perhaps it was his mother, clinging to him, her soft body. He held Yuan Yuan tightly; her large, watery eyes were fixed on him, a satisfied smile on her face—a smile so captivating it sent a shiver down Zhou Zheng's spine.

Back home, Zhou Zheng looked around. This was the house he had Yuan Yuan buy while he was in Japan. The apartment was large and spacious, decorated according to Zhou Zheng's design, with a large living room and two small suites. Zhou Zheng took a shower in his bathroom. Yuan Yuan helped him take clothes out of his suitcase. She had already changed and was wearing a low-cut, pomegranate-red crepe nightgown. A delicate chain hung around her long, slender, white neck. Her hair was loose, casually tied in a bun, with two alluring curls near her temples. Her makeup was still on, and there were faint, upward-sloping dark circles under her eyes. The rose-colored lipstick and the pomegranate-red dress made her skin appear as smooth as milk. "Zheng'er, you should rest for a while before you leave. Zhou Zhi and her husband have booked a table at the hotel to welcome you back. Tomorrow we'll go to the cemetery to pay respects to your father, so he knows that his son, who has returned from his studies abroad, has grown up and become successful."

"Mom, I'll do as you say. Give me my underwear."

Zhou Zheng poked half of his naked body out of the bathroom. Yuan Yuan found a pair of underwear and handed it to him, saying, "Still the same old thing, always so forgetful."

Zhou Zheng was doing it on purpose. From the flushed face on Yuan Yuan's face when she handed him the underwear, he knew she had caught a glimpse of his hard penis, which swayed unruly, its menacing glans erect, looking just like a fanged snake. He put on a loose bathrobe, dried his hair with a towel, and came out of the bathroom. Yuan Yuan was making coffee, the room filled with a strong aroma of coffee. Zhou Zheng stared at her back with an almost lewd gaze. The light, crepe dress accentuated her figure, revealing a slender, shapely waist without an ounce of fat, followed by two long, well-proportioned legs. Her rounded hips and elegant back together created a perfect curve, and black panties tightly hugged her round bottom. He hadn't noticed before, but Yuanyuan possessed such a graceful and exquisite figure; the years had left no trace on her. Yuanyuan turned around and brought over the freshly brewed coffee. Zhou Zheng was momentarily flustered, unsure where to look. She placed the coffee in front of Zhou Zheng and sat down on the sofa. Her right leg was crossed over her left knee, her white, delicate toes slightly raised, revealing her pink and tender soles. Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she said, "Zheng'er, you should have a girlfriend by now, right?"

"No,"

Zhou Zheng replied, his eyes fixed on the television. "How old are you? Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

she asked again. Zhou Zheng replied casually, "I don't want to."

Zhou Zheng tried his best to appear nonchalant, but in reality, wearing only his underwear, his thick penis was erect.

To make matters worse, Yuan Yuan crossed her knees, revealing two sections of her snow-white, plump legs. "Zheng'er, you're twenty-eight now. It's time to find a wife for your mother and give her a grandson,"

Yuan Yuan said, placing her hand on her son's shoulder. Zhou Zheng was a little confused by this familiar intimate gesture and stammered, "Mom, you decide for me. Anyway, I like whatever you like."

"No, I can't wrong my son. Let me put it this way, whatever Zheng'er likes, Mom will definitely like too,"

she said seriously. She reached over and picked up the coffee and saucer, then took a small sip from the cup. Zhou Zheng's eyes were drawn to her delicate, upturned fingers. Only after she put the saucer back on the table did Zhou Zheng hurriedly look away. She said, "Zheng'er, tell Mom, what kind of woman do you like?"

Just like when she was a child, she would always stroke him when she asked him questions. Zhou Zheng paused before saying, "Age doesn't matter. A beautiful woman has no age limit; her beauty won't diminish with time. Secondly, that beauty must be perfectly integrated with her personality; every word and action must be natural, without any affectation. Most importantly, every laugh and cry must reveal her beauty, without any ugliness. That's the perfect woman in my mind."

Seeing Yuan Yuan's beautiful eyes wide with surprise, Zhou Zheng mustered his courage and said, "Like a beautiful woman like you, Mom."

The hint of cunning in his tone made Yuan Yuan laugh heartily. She said, "Mom, are you really as beautiful as you say?"

"Yes, at least in my heart,"

Zhou Zheng said seriously. "Mom, you are my goddess."

Yuan Yuan stared at her son with innocent, wide eyes, completely bewildered. Zhou Zheng only developed these wicked desires after studying in Japan. Before, his mother was sacred and inviolable in his mind; he had never had any dirty thoughts or lewd glances towards her. Having lived in Tokyo for so long, he had frequently seen reports and introductions about incest in the media, and people sometimes enjoyed discussing incestuous relationships, much like how Chinese people enjoy discussing the illicit affairs of certain individuals with a sense of morbid curiosity.

This stirred up the primal, animalistic desires deep within him, which he believed were human nature, a gift from heaven. He felt constrained by morality and etiquette, bound by shame and remorse, forced to suppress this instinct until it twisted and swelled with nowhere to go, ultimately destroying either himself or others. He wanted to struggle, to release these desires. He wanted to completely break free from all constraints and fully enjoy the pleasure of venting his sins. But as soon as the words left his mouth, his heart began to pound wildly. He dared not look at Yuanyuan's face, fearing she would be angry. After about two seconds of silence, seeing no reaction from her, Zhou Zheng cautiously looked at her. Yuanyuan's face was filled with tenderness as she gazed at him affectionately. When she noticed her son looking at her, she immediately switched to a mischievous smile, stood up, and said, "Rest for a bit, I'll call you when it's time."

Without waiting for her son's reply, she gracefully walked out of his suite.

2. When Zhou Zheng first arrived in Tokyo, he rented a room near the university. The room was old-fashioned. These old-style wooden houses were more comfortable than modern cement buildings. Unfortunately, the windows faced south, so it didn't get much sunlight. Being on the ground floor, and with years of use, the waterproofing layer on the walls had rotted, leaving a two-foot-high ring of yellowish water stains along the base. The room also had a cold, damp, and musty smell. Along one wall, there was a row of large wardrobes, an integral part of the room's structure; there was a large, slightly worn sofa and a soft bed. These belonged to the landlord! The rooms rented here all came furnished, even with various small household items. His roommate was a Japanese man from Osaka named Miki Toshio. He was a very nice man, handsome and refined, with impeccable manners. He was a diligent student, very disciplined in his personal life, and extremely polite to women. Later, they became familiar with each other and talked about almost everything. However, once the topic turned to sex, he seemed like a completely different person, becoming incredibly unrestrained. One weekend, Zhou Zheng was alone in a foreign country, and since he had never had a girlfriend, neither of them had the money for expensive entertainment, so they drank, played chess, and chatted in their dormitory. At first, they discussed topics like the future, social news, and finance, but as they drank more, they started talking about women and sex. He became animated and uninhibited, describing in detail every aspect of his sexual encounters with women, including the shape of the female genitalia, his own movements and postures, and the woman's reactions. He even wanted to exchange experiences with Zhou Zheng, leaving Zhou Zheng speechless.

Later, he asked Zhou Zheng if he wanted to have sex. Zhou Zheng looked blank. Then he tapped his slipper on the floor three times and said that if the landlady was in the house and her husband wasn't home, she would quickly climb up those dimly lit stairs. Zhou Zheng's face flushed; he felt this was something inappropriate to say in public. He laughed and told Zhou Zheng that he hadn't been in Japan long, and he would get used to it after living there longer.

He said his relationship with the landlady was simple, purely based on sex. When that desire filled their hearts, but there was no one else around to quickly relieve their burning desire, they could comfort and satisfy each other. Sometimes, to satisfy her own physical needs, she would appear even if she wasn't invited. "

I will also give myself to her," he said. "A man must understand sex, otherwise he is not a qualified man." As they were talking, the landlady knocked on the door. Mitsuko wasn't the kind of woman who was stunningly beautiful, nor was she younger or more attractive than her forties. She wasn't the gentle, quiet, or elegant type. Instead, she possessed a perfect balance of maturity and sensuality, making her the ideal sexual partner for a promising young man like Miki Toshio.

She wore a pale purple kimono with a white embroidered sash, her hair styled in a high bun adorned with pearl hair ornaments. As she approached, the pattern on the kimono's chest, initially small chrysanthemums, gradually deepened in color, transforming into large, blooming orange blossoms near the hem. Zhou Zheng immediately saw the wantonness in her nature; she stared directly at the two men in the room with her lustful eyes. Zhou Zheng thought he should leave, but before he could get up, Junxiong held him down. He approached her and silently embraced her tightly, sucking on her greedy lips while lifting the hem of her kimono, revealing her fair and full buttocks. Mitsuko was only wearing pink lace shorts. The scene before him was extremely lewd. Mitsuko leaned against the threshold, her body bent like a serpent, her waist slumped down her beautiful curves, down to her full and elastic round buttocks that seemed about to burst out of her pink shorts. From under the lifted kimono, her long, sexy legs were revealed, tightly closed without any gap.

Junxiong began to pull off her shorts, and Mitsuko swayed her hips to cooperate with him. She alternately lifted her taut, fleshy thighs, and under Junxiong's guidance, the shorts slipped off her ankles. Zhou Zheng saw the naked, fair, and mature woman's lower body, as if floating in the dim light. Her soft, flat belly, the dense pubic hair on the mound casting beautiful shadows. A little lower, the woman's secret place seemed shrouded in a warm, moist air.

Junxiong pulled his hard penis from his jeans, it was erect and throbbing like a viper. He teased Mitsuko's full labia with his fingers, and she let out joyful sounds, twisting her waist to meet his thrusts. Junxiong embraced her small, delicate waist. He entered her forcefully from behind, Mitsuko's waist arching even lower, a lock of her once neatly combed hair falling down, obscuring one eye. Mitsuko freed one hand to brush the hair away, winking playfully at Zhou Zheng, pursing her lips, indicating that he could join in if he liked.

Junxiong's hands gripped her waist tightly, and with each thrust, from her body's twisting and high-pitched moans, Zhou Zheng could feel her exquisite enjoyment of unparalleled sexual desire. Mitsuko's delicately arched eyebrows furrowed slightly, her large, doll-like eyes darkened, and her lips, bitten between her teeth, softened her expression. This, combined with her melancholic demeanor and unpretentious allure, further fueled Zhou Zheng's lust as he watched. Toshio's rhythm quickened, his thrusts becoming heavier. With each movement, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the gurgling of his penis inside her vagina could be heard, masking her barely suppressed moans of excitement. Her breathing became rapid, and her suppressed moans grew even more unrestrained; it was clear she was nearing climax.

Her snow-white buttocks writhed with his thrusts, emitting piercing screams and low moans that sounded like pain. She seemed to be going crazy; her body tensed and stiffened, waiting for Junxiong's final ejaculation to bring her to the peak of pleasure. Junxiong did not disappoint her. As he straightened his back, his right hand moved from her waist to her right breast, squeezing it tightly, almost making Mitsuko scream uncontrollably. Then he bent his fingers and pinched hard in her cleavage, leaving five red nail marks on her fair skin. At the same time, he pressed her body against his, and she trembled all over, as if the trembling stimulated his orgasm. So much so that he pressed his upper body against her back, his lower body pressed against hers, and ejaculated a few seconds later.

Zhou Zheng couldn't stand their stimulation, so he took the opportunity to escape to his room while going to the bathroom. The small room was only about ten square meters, with a small bathroom. The room was like a warehouse of a small grocery store, messy and chaotic; many large and small cardboard boxes were piled up in the corner. There was only a single bed, a cabinet, and a desk, all of which were covered by a lamp, a telephone, and a jumble of books, newspapers, and notebooks, leaving no usable surface. But he was still unwilling to give up and peeked from behind the door. Junxiong, having ejaculated, lay on the sofa, with Mitsuko on top of him, teasing his limp penis with her mouth. Her tongue deliberately hesitated to touch it, only licking his abdomen and inner thighs. Junxiong couldn't resist; his penis gradually hardened near her mouth.

Mitsuko's body twisted and swayed, her limp body driving Zhou Zheng wild.

Junxiong's hands held her head, seemingly trying to force her mouth directly onto his penis.

She continued licking the soft pubic hair around his penis. Whenever Junxiong grabbed her head and pulled it towards him, she would deliberately move away. Her tongue would get closer, touching the fleshy ridge on the glans. Junxiong's penis would rise higher and stand erect, the glans turning from dark red to purplish-red. Zhou Zheng's body had been aroused by the scene. Junxiong's hands were already excitedly caressing her breasts, and Mitsuko finally took his glans into her mouth. Zhou Zheng's penis also swelled and hardened. He knew in his heart that what truly excited him was the extremely erotic scene. He was shocked by his own behavior. How could he have been so interested in watching that stimulating scene? It didn't disgust him; instead, it aroused his lust. Worse still, whenever Mitsuko's tongue licked Junxiong's penis, Zhou Zheng felt as if it were licking his own body. His whole body tensed, and he longed to be like Junxiong.

Zhou Zheng took off his pants, and in his naked genitals, his penis was already swollen and hard, eager to try again.

At this moment, Junxiong also held his large, beautifully shaped penis between her legs and slowly inserted it into her vagina. Her wet vagina easily swallowed the penis completely. Once it was fully inside, he began to slowly thrust his thick penis in and out of her elastic, taut, and wet vagina again and again, each time deeper and faster.

She raised her buttocks to meet his thrusts, allowing the thick penis to hit the deepest part of her vagina, arousing all her sexual desire. She cried out and moaned excitedly. Zhou Zheng gripped his penis tightly, it swelling wildly in his hand. He watched as Mitsuko lay on the sofa like a soft, boneless octopus, welcoming the man's attack. The sofa swayed with her body as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Her breasts rose and fell, her body twisted, and her lower abdomen throbbed upwards. Zhou Zheng gripped his penis and began to masturbate.

He kept stroking it, his penis swelling as if it were about to burst. He remained tightly bound, then suddenly relaxed, groaning loudly. He felt as if a lightning bolt had struck his brain and reached his burning penis. He ejaculated with a mixture of pain and pride, the finest essence of his being driven to his penis, gushing out joyfully. After a while, the trembling in his body gradually subsided. He returned to the bed from behind the door, stretching his stiff legs, his thighs still wet with his own semen.

3. Zhou Zheng had fallen asleep on the sofa in a daze until Yuan Yuan came in and woke him. He sat up abruptly, only to find his penis, hidden in his underwear, throbbing with erection. Yuan Yuan must have seen it. Zhou Zheng noticed a flush on her fair face, and after saying it was almost time, he turned and left. Zhou Zheng found a black suit. Standing in front of the mirror, he was a far cry from his previous unkempt and slovenly self. Even he was surprised at how neat and presentable he appeared. The suit made him look tall and sturdy, and his whole demeanor became much more robust. In the mirror, he saw a high-bridged nose and a sharply defined face. He walked into the living room and saw that Yuan Yuan's bedroom door was ajar. He quietly approached the door and peered inside. The image inside was shocking and breathtaking.

Yuan Yuan sat on a round stool in front of the mirror, completely naked. Her black hair was pulled up high, her neck and back were elegantly arched, and her broad shoulders were incredibly graceful and full of mature charm, blending seamlessly with her broad back. Her slender waist gradually narrowed, then her hips spread outwards, the indentation on her back and the sudden rise of her buttocks. Her alluring buttocks shimmered slightly with a white sheen, firm and muscular. With the movement of her legs, they stretched and contracted, the muscles of her thighs and calves taut and firm, as if a goddess statue carved from living jade had come to life in front of her bedroom mirror. In the mirror, her breasts were fully erect, like a pair of rabbit heads raised in anger, standing firm and unmoving on her snow-white chest, silent and indifferent. Her collarbones weren't the sharply defined type, but rather clear yet rounded, possessing a seductive allure, like a woman half-heartedly resisting in a man's arms, struggling but ultimately succumbing. She crossed her long legs and began applying rouge to her face, her firm breasts swaying rhythmically with her movements, tracing beautiful curves.

She walked to a wall-like wardrobe, her waist without an ounce of excess fat leading to two long, shapely legs, her rounded hips and elegant back forming a perfect curve, with two small dimples above her waist and hips, as alluring as the dimples on Yuanyuan's face. She opened the top drawer and took out a rose-colored bra, revealing her stomach, without a single wrinkle or the blemishes often found on women's breasts. Her rabbit-head-like breasts were pulled back into her bra, yet stubbornly, half-rounded buds protruded. The pubic hair between her legs, concealed by her panties, stretched out in an orderly fashion, seemingly designed to accentuate the curves of her perfect body. Although Zhou Zheng couldn't see Yuan Yuan's mons pubis from his angle, the intense visual stimulation was enough to make him itch with desire and swallow hard.

Afraid she would discover him, Zhou Zheng returned to the living room and called out loudly, "Is it done?"

"Almost done."

A moment later, Yuan Yuan emerged. Her long hair was piled high, and bangs cascaded down her face beside her near-perfect features. A low-cut purple silk evening gown, with a horizontal pleat across her chest, completely exposed her elegant, fair neck and smooth, rounded shoulders. The deep cleavage was more alluring than any other temptation, prompting thoughts of the pair of jade-like breasts beneath her dress. The dress was impeccably tailored from the chest down, tightly hugging her slender and graceful figure, extending to her knees and then flaring out like a trumpet flower to the ground, perfectly showcasing Yuanyuan's captivating curves. It made her appear both noble and elegant, mature and poised. Zhou Zheng clapped his hands and exclaimed, "You look so charming!"

"You're so glib, a mother of this age,"

she chuckled, a silvery laugh ringing out. After all, praise was pleasant, especially from her own son.

As soon as the taxi arrived at the entrance of the Regent Hotel, Zhou Zhi briskly descended the high steps inside. She seemed to have been standing there, waiting for a greeting. Her appearance startled Zhou Zheng! She had truly changed. Her slender figure wore a perfectly fitted white silk dress, the hem embroidered with several silver plum blossoms in full bloom, plump and shiny, almost metallic. Over this, she wore a loose, bright red sweater. Her long, curly hair cascaded down naturally. Zhou Zheng had never seen his sister's hair so black and so beautiful. White dress, red sweater, black hair, plus a snow-white face, red lips, and dark eyebrows and eyes; red, white, and black, distinct and striking, truly stunning. Behind her followed her husband, Wu Keming, who looked like a male waiter, exuding the air of a wealthy lady making her debut at a nightclub.

In the instant the siblings met, she seemed quite pleased with the look of surprise on her brother's face.

Zhou Zheng immediately regretted it; he should have pretended to be indifferent. "Wu Keming, look what you've done to my sister!"

Zhou Zheng shouted jokingly. This startled Zhou Zhi, who thought she had become a terrible sight. Looking at her face in the gleaming glass, her delicate cheeks flushed crimson. Keming punched Zhou Zheng and then hugged him tightly, leaving Zhou Zhi standing to the side, somewhat displeased. At this moment, Zhou Zhi, ignored by the two men, had almond-shaped eyes with slightly upturned corners, clearly belonging to a fierce and unruly character. When her resentful yet spoiled eyes swept over him, Zhou Zheng was utterly bewildered and dared not look directly at her, quickly turning his head away. "Zhou Zheng, I thought you'd bring back a Japanese wife. Why are you still all alone?"

Wu Keming whispered in Zhou Zheng's ear, his arm around Zhou Zheng's shoulder. Zhou Zheng deliberately spoke loudly to his sister, "How could I dare? Japanese women are gentle and tender. If I married one, not only my mother, but even my sister's fiery temper would be too much for her."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhi gave him a hard slap on the buttocks. Zhou Zheng cried out, "Ouch!" and repeatedly said, "Who, who, who!"

Zhou Zhi stepped forward and pounded her fists on her brother's chest, muttering, "I'll teach you to call me a shrew, I'll teach you to curse me behind my back."

Zhou Zheng grabbed her smooth wrist and pulled her voluptuous body into his arms. Zhou Zhi twisted and turned desperately, her soft body rubbing against Zhou Zheng's chest with each twist. The intentional and unintentional whispers between their ears further stimulated his penis, which was already hard as iron, causing him to arch his body to hide his ugliness. Kemin pulled Zhou Zhi away from his embrace and said, "Zhou Zheng, you're just talking nonsense. Our darling isn't like that at all."

"Kemin, don't act innocent after getting what you deserve. If I hadn't agreed, you wouldn't have won her heart,"

I said, my tone tinged with helplessness. Zhou Zhi glared at her brother and straightened her disheveled clothes. Zhou Zheng brushed a strand of her hair aside and said seriously, "Zhou Zhi, you're so beautiful it's almost unbearable to look directly at you."

"That's more like a brother talking to his sister,"

she said, punching Zhou Zheng again. Her bright, intelligent eyes, always brimming with cunning, seemed to speak volumes. When she looked at someone, perhaps unintentionally, it always stirred up all sorts of fantasies. Yuanyuan said, "Stop fooling around, look at this occasion."

"My brother is bullying me,"

Zhou Zhi said, and Zhou Zheng added, "Mom knows you're a spoiled princess."

They'd often bickered at home since they were little, so Zhou Zheng wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tease his sister.

A lady in a high-slit cheongsam led them to a small private room in the banquet hall. Zhou Zheng found it small and exquisite, elegantly decorated with beige tablecloths and spotless white tableware. He said, "Kemin, have you struck it rich? You've invited us to such an elegant place."

"Zhou Zheng, you're so old-fashioned," Kemin said, inviting him to the seat of honor.

Kemin had single eyelids, a high nose bridge, jet-black hair, a thin face, and wore a dark blue shirt from a well-known brand that looked to be of good quality. Now a section chief in the administrative department, he was very familiar with eating, drinking, and having fun, and quickly ordered the food. He closed the menu and asked, "Zhou Zheng, what are your plans for the future?"

Zhou Zheng straightened up and leaned back in his chair. He said, "I'll familiarize myself with the domestic environment first and relax for a while."

"Someone like you, a returnee from overseas, is at the peak of your career. Why do you need to rest?"

Ke Ming said, seeing Yuan Yuan and Zhou Zhi chatting excitedly. Yuan Yuan, who was always very conscious of her image, couldn't hide her excitement and was frequently amused by Zhou Zhi, laughing loudly. He whispered in Zhou Zheng's ear, "You're not thinking about getting married and starting a family, are you?"

"Not yet,"

Zhou Zheng said.

Soon, a sumptuous meal was served. They were drinking red wine. A lady in a cheongsam poured the wine into a glass and was about to strain it when Zhou Zheng stopped her. He walked over, picked up the glass, bent down, and smilingly strained the wine into Yuan Yuan's glass. Yuanyuan covered her wine glass and said, "Alright, not too much, I can't hold my liquor."

Zhou Zheng stood still, "Mom, this is a joyous occasion."

Zhou Zhi, however, stood up and, without waiting for anyone to offer her a drink, filled her own glass and held it up to Zhou Zheng, smiling, "Come on, brother. Let's have a drink."

Yuanyuan coughed lightly and said, "Zhi'er, you'll get drunk drinking like this."

"You really don't appreciate your sister's kindness, I'll drink double. If I get drunk, you can just carry me home."

Zhou Zhi tilted her head back and downed a glass in one gulp. Keming quickly handed her another glass, which she also downed in one go. Then she turned the stemmed glass upside down and waved it in Zhou Zheng's face. Zhou Zheng had no choice but to raise his glass and slowly drink the wine. Although red wine wasn't as strong as white wine, it felt like a warm current flowing through his body as soon as it went down his throat. Compared to the sake he was used to drinking in Japan, this red wine was still so mellow, but it still felt a bit harsh on his throat.

Zhou Zheng poured another full glass of wine, grinning with his pearly white teeth. "Here you go. Keming, thank you for taking care of Mom."

"It's my pleasure!"

Keming stood up, raised his glass with both hands, and said with a smile.

"Mom, your face is red,"

Zhou Zhi said, noticing that Yuan Yuan's face was completely flushed from the alcohol.

Keming took a bowl of braised shark fin soup, added a spoonful of Zhenjiang vinegar, placed it in front of Yuan Yuan, and then chuckled softly, "Mom, eat this to calm your nerves."

"Although red wine is easy to dissipate, if you drink it too fast, the aftereffects are fierce,"

she murmured, her head slightly bowed. She delicately picked at the shark fin soup in the bowl with her pinkish fingers, and Zhou Zheng saw a pinkish glow on her round, white arms. He suddenly felt a slight dizziness, as if a wave of alcohol had rushed to his head. "Brother, you're not drunk, are you?"

Zhou Zhi came over with her glass, and Zhou Zheng struggled to pull his eyes away from Yuan Yuan's slightly exposed chest. She was indeed drunk, swaying and staggering, finally landing heavily on her brother's lap. Perhaps bumping into his erect penis, she glanced down at his crotch; her voluptuous flesh convulsed beneath her skirt. Zhou Zhi doubled over laughing on his lap. Zhou Zheng

wrapped his arms around Zhou Zhi's waist, picked up a wine glass from the table with his mouth, and then tilted it to sip the wine. Yuan Yuan laughed, "Look at you two siblings, so frivolous." Her

cheeks were flushed, as beautiful as a female opera performer, her eyes brimming with tears. "They're drunk, look at them, both drunk."

Ke Ming's face was red, his eyes burning like two black flames, his forehead glistening, and beads of sweat appearing on his nose. He watched them both laughing so hard they were rolling around in a heap. Yuan Yuan, laughing so hard she was breathless, shouted at Ke Ming in a hoarse voice, "Ke Ming, pull your wife up, this is outrageous!"

Kemin went over and laboriously pulled Zhou Zhi from her brother's arms. Zhou Zhi then demanded more wine, so Yuanyuan pulled her away. At this moment, the waiter brought out dessert and a fruit platter for the after-dinner meal. Yuanyuan then picked up a toothpick, chose a honey-soaked hawthorn, and offered it to Zhou Zhi. Zhou Zhi didn't take it but put it in her mouth. Yuanyuan also picked up a toothpick and put it in her mouth, experiencing a sweet honey flavor; it was indeed very fragrant. Zhou Zheng saw two flushed faces close together, both grinning with bright white teeth. Zhou Zhi's eyes, like two black mercury pellets, darted across her flushed face, while Yuanyuan's slender eyes narrowed into slits, shooting out a captivating and alluring light. Both faces were turned towards him, both grinning with neat white teeth, smiling at him.

After finishing the meal, he slowly became drunk with Zhou Zhi. Zhou Zheng and Ke Ming each supported a woman. Zhou Zheng told Ke Ming to take a taxi back, while he practically carried Yuan Yuan to a cab. He laboriously lifted her limp body into the car. Yuan Yuan's face was half-reclined, but her head almost fell onto his right shoulder. Her hands hung limply, her long, slender fingers seemingly disconnected, dangling listlessly. Her deep purple dress almost dragged on the car carpet. Zhou Zheng lifted it, exposing her plump thighs. The driver in front, looking through the rearview mirror, saw deeper into her left thigh; her inner thigh looked smooth and taut. He knew that if he leaned in a little more, he would definitely be able to see this middle-aged beauty's underwear. Her hair seemed disheveled, covering her left side, large clumps piled up on her chest.

Her deep purple evening gown was tied only with a ribbon around her neck. Yuan Yuan had brought a silk scarf, but it was gone, leaving her arms, shoulders, and back bare. Her full breasts strained against the fabric of her dress, her two round breasts protruding, and the dark brown areolas around her nipples were almost visible. Streetlights swept past Zhou Zheng's eyes, casting a dim glow. The road had just been watered, and the wheels of the cars sounded like they were tearing through the pavement. Yuan Yuan stirred, her head gently resting on Zhou Zheng's arm. She closed her eyes and stretched her legs out towards the corner of the front row seats. As she did this, her skirt rode up high again, reaching her thighs, and her high heels fell onto the mat. Zhou Zheng looked down and saw that the straps of her bra were askew, revealing deeper into her breasts; her nipples were clearly visible. The nipples drooped limply on her breasts, clearly showing no sign of arousal.

The weight of her head began to numb Zhou Zheng's right arm, so he raised his arm to let her head rest under his armpit. Yuan Yuan groaned, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible. Zhou Zheng put his arm behind the seat, but found it difficult. He slowly slid his arm down to her body; she felt incredibly soft.

Looking down at her, his heart nearly leaped into his throat. Yuan Yuan's chest was almost completely exposed, her small, delicate, rosy nipples peeking out from her thin bra. Her breasts were heavy and round, pressing against the bra. Zhou Zheng felt his insides shrink. His hand gently moved across her chest, his fingertips lightly rubbing against her white skin. He felt a surge of restlessness within him, his body heating up, and he trembled slightly. Yuanyuan remained in that position for a moment, then changed. She twisted her body so she could lie sideways in the seat, curling her legs into a fetal position, with Zhou Zheng's hand resting on her exposed buttocks.

The taxi engine seemed to be malfunctioning, emitting an unsettling, noisy sound. Zhou Zheng embraced a captivating body, the shiny leather seat trembling with the engine's vibrations. That body was like a forbidden fruit, full of sinful temptation. No one could refuse her invitation. Zhou Zheng's stomach cramped slightly. He thought any man in his position would be forgivable. Each vibration of the engine seemed to penetrate his soul, lingeringly soothing and stimulating him.

4. Every night in Tokyo, Zhou Zheng was tormented by lust, only to wake up exhausted and disheveled. It was as if he had unknowingly fallen into a soft, bottomless pit. As Zhou Zheng descended the dark stairs, the door to Mitsuko's bedroom opened a crack after a knock. She revealed her body, wearing a light-colored, floral nightgown, her hair disheveled. She said to Zhou Zheng, "Zhou Zheng, please come in, come in."

Her voice was soft, her eyes still glazed with sleep. Zhou Zheng dared not look directly at her. Through the thin, short nightgown, anyone with normal vision could see she was wearing nothing underneath; almost her entire body was exposed. "Could you please take the garbage bags with you?"

she said, fiddling with her hair, her large breasts jiggling merrily.

Zhou Zheng awkwardly entered her room. The curtains were drawn, revealing a suffocating, stagnant air, mixed with a faint, unpleasant smell of smoke and alcohol. In the dim light, he could see she wore no makeup, her lips were pale, and her face appeared even paler. Like a painting soaked in water: its brilliance, color, and brightness had all faded. She turned and picked up a pile of clothes from a chair beside the bed, tiptoeing into the bathroom as if afraid of disturbing her sleeping husband. In the dim light, Zhou Zheng carefully observed her bedroom, this room, half-hidden in mystery, gradually revealing itself to him: empty wine bottles with open lids, glasses, cigarette dishes full of ash and butts; a large wad of blankets in the middle of the bed, the sheets crumpled. Suddenly, he was startled! There was a man's head in the middle of the blankets! Because the face was turned inward, only long black hair was visible; no wonder her voice and movements had been so quiet.

At this moment, the man on the bed lazily stretched out his arm, pushing the blankets forward, revealing his naked, smooth back, bare from his neck down to his waist, almost exposing his buttocks. It was an unpleasant sight, and he immediately shifted his gaze to the corner of the room. At this moment, Mitsuko came out of the bathroom carrying a trash bag. She was still wearing that light-colored floral nightgown. But after applying powder, drawing her eyebrows, putting on lipstick, and using perfume, she looked completely different. As she handed the trash bag to Zhou Zheng, she glanced at the almost naked man on the bed. With a casual air, she pulled the blanket over him and whispered, "Just throw it in the trash can, that's all."

Stepping out of the stuffy room, Zhou Zheng felt the damp air outside was refreshingly invigorating. Actually, getting the trash to the collection point involved a long detour, which was why Mitsuko always used the excuse of asking for their help. Junxiong had complained about it, but Zhou Zheng didn't seem to mind, even jokingly telling Junxiong it was a traditional Chinese virtue of helpfulness. This impressed Junxiong.

Then, Zhou Zheng, along with hundreds of expressionless men carrying briefcases, squeezed into the sweltering bus. Several days of late nights and early mornings had left him looking quite disoriented. He gripped the bus handrail tightly, squeezed among the dense crowd of passengers, his back pressed against the body of someone standing behind him—a body that was neither male nor female—involuntarily rubbing against him with the bus's swaying motion. Ahead of him stood a woman in a short white dress, the tight fabric accentuating her figure: high, alluring breasts, delicate arms, and full, rounded buttocks. The

train arrived at its stop; people disembarked and boarded, the woman swaying and staggering in the crowd, unable to find a foothold, like a fallen leaf adrift in a torrent, helplessly carried along. As the crowd grew even denser, the woman carrying him nearly fell into his arms. Zhou Zheng felt that in such a confined space, physical contact was inevitable; no one could escape it. Gradually, he realized that the woman's seemingly unintentional contact had turned into a deliberate thrusting. He looked down and saw her plump buttocks swaying like an inflated balloon, deliberately tugging towards his crotch. In the utterly boring carriage, Zhou Zheng thrust his abdomen to meet her friction, and the woman's posture became even more lewd, almost arching her back and throwing her buttocks high. Perhaps she had already felt something hard swelling within her buttocks. Zhou Zheng realized with guilt that she liked it this way. Was it her imagination? Or was she repaying his kindness? In any case, the woman swayed her ample hips even more vigorously.

Now he was pressed against her, so close that he could smell her fragrance and body odor. Was Zhou Zheng thinking of tracing the curves of her hips with his hand? Or slowly moving upwards along the folds of her short skirt? He felt his breathing quicken, his throat burning. A woman he didn't know, whose face he hadn't even seen, was rubbing against him in this most public place. Although he was rationally trying to rid himself of that sinful thought, his body was giving him immense stimulation. Unexpectedly, the woman quietly lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of glistening, snow-white thighs. Zhou Zheng saw a tight pair of panties on her full buttocks. In this densely packed crowd, she dared to expose herself so indecently; only God knew what she was going to do next.

But wait, something was wrong. Zhou Zheng felt something in his crotch again. A hand slowly and cautiously slid across his crotch, exploring that sensitive area, and his penis, tightly encased in his linen trousers, instantly hardened.

Zhou Zheng's heart pounded. He secretly admired the woman's boldness. Her fingers touched something; now she had grasped the hard object in his crotch. What was she still trying to do? Even if she wanted to pull her hand away, she couldn't. Zhou Zheng covered her hand, his other hand gripping the armrest tightly. She was under his control, and he was absolutely certain of that. He wanted her to know that he was a willing victim. He could feel her hand searching further, quickly finding the zipper. She unzipped it, and through her underwear, her fingers instinctively moved towards his penis. She wanted to expose it, to feel its excitement, its agility.

He held the back of her hand, guiding it to tell her what he wanted her to do, but she had already cleverly guessed. Zhou Zheng found it amusing; a man and a woman, complete strangers, yet his most private member was throbbing in her palm. Perhaps fearing that Zhou Zheng would see, she dared not glance back, only pressing her back even tighter. She began skillfully playing with the penis of her lover, whom she had never met, starting slowly and tentatively, then increasing the intensity. Zhou Zheng wanted to end this quickly and easily so he could leave the woman alone, but he was also reluctant to let it continue, to prolong his physical pleasure.

The clear semen seeping from the glans made his penis slippery, sliding up and down in the woman's soft palms. Her warm, thick skin, her foreskin as smooth as silk, seemed irresistible to her. It was all unbelievable. Among dozens of indifferent passengers, Zhou Zheng's enormous penis was being played with like this by a woman he had never met, some only inches away, not even beginning to guess what was happening.

Zhou Zheng tried to imagine the woman touching his penis as a goddess, her neck revealing her fair and delicate skin, her back revealing her sensual and voluptuous body. He thought he should remember her; this woman in the white dress had once occupied his soul. He saw her ability and boldness in teasing men, a new kind of excitement. Zhou Zheng felt that as a man, he couldn't remain passive like this, so he freed his hand to fondle her bare buttocks. At this moment, the woman's body trembled; she seemed to realize that this stranger was trying to turn her around, and she twisted her body, burying her back deeper into his arms. Zhou Zheng's plan failed, so he could only silently beg her to satisfy his deepest needs and desires.

Zhou Zheng's hand touched the edge of her panties, and the woman's hand, which had been stroking his penis, stopped, as if expecting him to go deeper. His trembling fingers parted her labia, and his middle finger followed the groove of her buttocks, inserting into her warm and dark vagina, which was already wet. The woman's inside was as tight as he had expected, but the heat and overflowing were beyond his expectations. Zhou Zheng's fingers moved in and out, and the woman unconsciously spread her legs, showing that she was enjoying the powerful thrusting. Zhou Zheng didn't suppress her excitement. He tried to penetrate her deeper, and she was aroused like this. After a minute, he was thrusting so fast that her body swayed with his movements, and her large breasts could be vaguely seen bouncing gracefully. This stimulating lewdness completely overwhelmed him; Zhou Zheng felt that he was also in a state of extreme excitement, just like her.

The car screeched to a halt, and Zhou Zheng noticed people trying to turn around, struggling to stand up from their seats, and someone taking a bag from the overhead luggage rack. The woman quickly released her penis and pulled down her skirt.

Zhou Zheng's hand was still inside her warm, moist vagina, but he held it tightly, not daring to make a move. The car continued to move, but there were far fewer people in the carriage. The woman's mons pubis seemed unable to move with Zhou Zheng's fingers inside, and Zhou Zheng's hand, which had been resting on the overhead rack, was now free. He wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and pressed her round buttocks tightly against him. He lowered himself down, his exposed penis resting on her buttocks, rubbing it eagerly. Suddenly, a violent throbbing sensation washed over him, and he felt a dizzying pleasure. His lower body pressed even harder against her, letting his hot semen drip out in pulsating drops. The woman seemed to sense something, or perhaps she didn't.

Only when Zhou Zheng was certain no one had noticed did he withdraw his fingers from her wet vagina. A pungent, fishy smell mixed with bodily fluids filled the suffocatingly hot air. He breathed a sigh of relief, then straightened her skirt, revealing a large patch of milky-white semen spread across the back of the white fabric. Everything seemed hazy and indistinct. The woman stood there like a tree stump, afraid to move or look back. It wasn't until the next stop that she, like the other passengers, poured out of the carriage like grains spilling from a torn paper bag. Zhou Zheng paused for a moment, then hurried after her. He stepped aside, letting an angry businessman and a pregnant girl pass, his eyes fixed on the white figure ahead. The woman, seemingly aware of Zhou Zheng chasing her, deliberately darted left and right through crowded areas.

Finally, his target disappeared. Zhou Zheng slammed his briefcase down on his leg; he had lost the woman who had led him into this dangerous yet exciting game. He carefully observed the people ahead, heading towards the bustling city center. Among the brightly dressed crowd, it was impossible to tell which one was his temporary sexual partner in the crowded carriage. Zhou Zheng's testicles, already brimming with semen, were now filled with intense excitement at the thought of this stunningly beautiful woman emptying his pent-up desire.

Bored, Zhou Zheng sat down on a bench on the sidewalk, watching the men and women pass by. Summer mornings are always bustling with people. He'd missed his stop several times and was sure to be late for school. He didn't want his professor to give him a dressing down; professors hated latecomers and were known for their fury.

Suddenly, Zhou Zheng spotted a familiar white dress across the street. A woman with a graceful gait emerged from a store. Zhou Zheng quickly crossed the busy street, watching as the woman disappeared into another supermarket. By the time he followed, she was already on the escalator. He strode along the escalator, clearly seeing a damp stain on the back of her white dress. The woman turned around, and Zhou Zheng was stunned. It was his landlady, Mitsuko. Her fair and pretty face was framed by large, watery eyes, and her well-proportioned, voluptuous figure exuded the charm of a mature woman. Chapter

2

A Romantic Encounter in Tokyo

(1) After getting the completely drunk Yuan Yuan onto the bed, Zhou Zheng was at a loss. Who would undress Yuan Yuan?

In the end, Zhou Zheng felt that he had no choice but to help her. Fortunately, Yuan Yuan's clothes were very simple and easy to remove. He lifted her smooth arms and unzipped the dress under her armpits. The entire dress was easily pulled off her body. When he took off her bra, he found that Yuan Yuan's breasts, which were lying flat on the bed, had not slumped down. They were still standing upright, with small, red nipples like flower buds.

Zhou Zheng had never seen her naked since he grew up. Passion and excitement overwhelmed him. He could feel the restlessness in his body. The air was filled with the scent of her perfume, sweat and alcohol, thick, alluring and lingering for a long time. And then there was her most alluring hidden spot, mysterious and deep within a pair of narrow thongs, with a few dark pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of the red lace. A burning desire rose within him, quickly spreading throughout his body and igniting within him.

The naked woman before him exuded an irresistible allure from every inch of her skin. Her limbs were perfectly proportioned, her breasts firm and perky, her waist slender yet strong, her entire body a graceful arc. The dim light cast soft shadows on her skin, making her slender waist and rounded buttocks appear almost melt-in-your-mouth white.

Zhou Zheng removed her panties; the fine, soft pubic hair on her lower abdomen lay curled and extended towards her navel. Desire continued to swell in his throat, the lingering alcohol making his head feel like it was about to split open.

Suddenly, he let out a weak groan, unconsciously pulling the voluptuous naked woman into his arms. A powerful sensation pierced his chest, causing a sharp pain.

In that instant, his surging passion suddenly erupted. He lunged at the naked woman, embracing her tightly. He felt their bodies pressed so close, so evenly together, as if they had merged into one another. A surge of heat spread through his chest, and sweat seeped from their pressed chests, mingling and mixing. Their rapid pulses pounded, trembling evenly, harmoniously mirroring each other's rhythm.

When he pressed his burning cheek against her slender body, a wave of pleasure brought tears to his eyes.

But in an instant, Zhou Zheng jolted awake. He dared not linger in Yuan Yuan's bedroom any longer. He covered the naked woman with a thin blanket. Back in his own room, he curled up on the sofa, closed his eyes, and leaned against the cushion. The gentle rocking rekindled some of the emotions he had felt earlier—so distant, so beautiful.

Zhou Zheng had a wonderful passionate encounter with the sexy and alluring landlady in the train carriage, unsure if she recognized him. He knew, however, that the woman with the voluptuous hips was Mitsuko. They had been staring at each other from a distance; she hadn't raised her arm to secretly wave at Zhou Zheng, as if she didn't want others to see. She kept her arm close to her side, waving her fingers.

Zhou Zheng smiled and returned a similar wave, without any real meaning. As he did this, she lowered her head and chuckled, then looked at him and winked. Zhou Zheng was captivated by her gesture. Alone in Japan, Zhou Zheng was particularly vulnerable and easily tempted. The mature and voluptuous Mitsuko exploited this weakness. Every morning when he went downstairs, she would block him in the aisle above, her pajamas loosely fastened, revealing her thin underwear. She always made a point of drawing his attention to her open neckline.

One morning, while Zhou Zheng was still fast asleep, she entered his bedroom and told him the basement door was locked and asked him to fix it. While he was still awake, she went to the window and abruptly pulled back the curtains. She was only wearing a nightgown, and the sun shone on her back, making her appear naked; everything was revealed.

The basement door, of course, worked easily, and Zhou Zheng opened it effortlessly. They went into the basement together. It was dark inside, except for a dim light flickering and casting eerie, dancing shadows on the walls. There was a bar in the corner. She turned on the stereo; the black panel was lit, and he could hear the deep beat—his favorite record. He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. When he opened his eyes wide and focused the light, Mitsuko appeared in the dim light.

Zhou Zheng noticed her nightgown. Her heavy breasts were held up by two thin straps, and her lower body was so short that when Zhou Zheng lowered his eyes, he could vaguely see the thick, messy black pubic hair peeking out from below! He was slightly surprised; Mitsuko wasn't wearing underwear at all. He began to groan.

Mitsuko approached him, and Zhou Zheng didn't know what she said to him. His ears were filled with the sounds of his boiling blood, drowning out her words. She moved closer and touched him, and his mind went blank, filled with confusion.

"This is your drink, Zhou Zheng-kun,"

she said gently, taking his hand and placing the cold glass in his limp hand.

She walked back to the bar, leaning against the counter with one hand, raising one leg, and standing on tiptoe with the other, placing half of her buttocks on the cushion of the stool, thus spreading her thighs apart. When she sat down again, her nightgown rode up, revealing her dark pubic hair.

"Oh dear,"

she giggled, tugging at the hem of her sheer nightgown, trying to cover her exposed pubic hair, then making a seemingly dignified gesture of helplessness.

"Look at you, wearing Toshio's kimono?"

she said with a laugh.

Zhou Zheng stammered, "Sorry, my nightgown is in the wash."

He felt utterly useless, and between his legs, a swollen penis throbbed restlessly, causing his hand to tremble and shake, making the ice in his wine glass clink. He finished his drink, mustered his courage, and clumsily walked to the empty bar stool opposite her. Mitsuko watched with interest as he climbed onto the stool. He tried his best to suppress his excitement and maintain his composure, one hand pressing down on the front of his kimono, the other gripping the wine glass tightly. He looked flustered as he approached the high stool, which wobbled precariously for a moment. He quickly reached for the bar counter to steady himself. Of course, in his haste, the front of his kimono came undone and fell to his waist.

His disheveled appearance made Mitsuko laugh heartily. When his kimono came undone, revealing his naked body, her gaze fell down to his crotch. Even through his underwear, his penis was unmistakably large and impressive. Zhou Zheng's hand, grasping the hem of his kimono as it brushed against his inner thigh, snapped her out of her daze. She swallowed hard, her face instantly flushing red.

"Don't hurt your back,"

she warned him in a hoarse voice.

"I won't,"

Zhou Zheng said shyly, looking at her. She gave him a flirtatious, fake smile.

She seemed oblivious to Zhou Zheng's clumsy glance at her groin. She poured herself another glass of wine, and as she slowly drank, a seductive glint appeared in Mitsuko's eyes, her tone alluring and flirtatious. Her left hand grasped Zhou Zheng's right, enticing his hand towards her knees. Just as his hand touched her, Mitsuko opened her knees, suggesting he could explore deeper. Zhou Zheng reached for the base of her legs. His hand finally found where he wanted it, gently stroking the outer edge of her thick labia. She cooperated by pressing her buttocks closer, squeezing his hand tightly. Zhou Zheng pressed and pressed, feeling a layer of very soft down covering her. One of my fingers teased her moist labia, and Mitsuko moaned softly. I could feel her legs spreading wider, revealing her mons pubis. She bent down towards Zhou Zheng, her breasts heaving forward, leaning forward to offer him her lips. She kissed him gently and slowly, her right hand resting on his underwear, where his penis was trying to break free of its confinement. Although Zhou Zheng tried his best to hide it, even he himself didn't realize how hard it had become.

Mitsuko pulled his head down with one hand, pushing him between her legs. A lewd smile appeared on her face as she immediately reached into his underwear and gripped his penis tightly, her soft palm teasing and playing with it.

Zhou Zheng felt his penis throbbing as if it were about to burst, stiff and hard in her palm, seemingly about to erupt in a series of uninterrupted spasms. It convulsed and trembled uncontrollably. He knew he had to stop it from ejaculating immediately, or he would embarrass himself in front of this seductive woman. She murmured about his kimono as her hands untied the knot at his waist. His kimono came undone, and she groped in the folds of the garment. Her hands moved over his body, roaming restlessly over his naked form. First, she slid her palms across his chest, then around his back, and finally up to his shoulders, where she gripped his muscles and gasped for breath against his nipples.

He moved closer to her, and she moved closer to him, melting into his embrace as if her body had gone limp. Her arms encircled his neck, and she pressed her cheek against his chest. His arms encircled her slender waist, and he felt her thighs lift and encircle his hips, the tops of her thighs pressing against him. Her abdomen pressed against him, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, the erect nipples sending shivers through him. His hands groped for the slender part of her lower back, pressing gently, compelling her to draw even closer. His penis was already pressed against her hairy belly. She grasped it, tucking it into the crevice of her mons pubis, letting him feel her warm, moist labia parted for him. As soon as

his penis entered, he could feel the molten heat inside her. The muscles of her vagina gripped his penis tightly, so much so that he dared not make any further pleasurable thrusts, remaining erect and pressed firmly inside. Mitsuko, however, writhed excitedly in his arms, continuing to sway her hips faster and faster, anticipating his thrusts. Zhou Zheng freed his hands to embrace her, then squeezed and kneaded her buttocks. He could feel her mons pubis tightening and binding his penis more forcefully with each contraction and relaxation of her hip muscles. She moaned louder and writhed more violently.

Zhou Zheng's initial thrusts were hesitant, afraid to use too much force. Gradually, as he adapted to the warmth and convulsions inside her, he increased the speed of his thrusts, feeling the force of his penis pushing forward, squeezing through the trembling walls of her vagina, and the accompanying hot, lustful fluid. Mitsuko was on the verge of wanton ecstasy, her whole body swaying precariously, her shoulders shaking under the drive of lust. Finally, she collapsed onto the bar stool, and as Zhou Zheng thrust wildly again, she seemed to sob with excitement. She was close to orgasm. A tidal wave of lustful fluid soaked her mons pubis, and when she erupted in climax, his penis was completely drenched, as if immersed in scalding warm water. He felt her whole body tremble. She cried out as if she hadn't done this in a long time.

"Cum, cum, like that time on the bus,"

she blurted out her secret without thinking, like a wanton prostitute.

"Zhou Zheng,"

she gasped, "play with my breasts, pinch my nipples when you fuck me."

He hesitated for a moment, then reached for her breasts. His hand grasped her plump, round breasts, pinching her hard nipples. He rubbed them between his fingers, gently squeezing the elastic tips. She arched her body. At that moment, Zhou Zheng's penis began to throb inside her. He could feel an intense pleasure, like a wave of a tsunami, rumbling and intensifying deep within his abdomen, spreading outwards until he felt the trembling shaking his penis. In an instant, she roared as she reached her climax. Her vagina trembled and spasmed, tightly gripping his penis, and a stream of semen was released from his surging blood.

As his semen poured into her vagina, he felt like a flood bursting its banks. He trembled and convulsed intermittently, and she squeezed his penis with incredible tightness until he was exhausted and ejaculated, and her own orgasm subsided in the foamy waves. He felt his knees buckle, and his body was almost completely exhausted when the orgasm finally ended. They panted, breathing heavily, trying to regain their strength and breath. He stroked her lower back and lifted her off the stool. At that moment, she raised her face to him and kissed him.

(2) At nine o'clock the next morning, Zhou was frying eggs in his kitchen. Yuan Yuan got up. She was casually wearing a white bathrobe, her hair disheveled. She held her head and said, "My head hurts so much it feels like it's going to split open."

"Should I get you some painkillers?"

Zhou asked.

She said, "No, thank you."

Her voice was soft, and her eyes were still sleepy, showing signs of just waking up from a dream.

Even at the dinner table, they remained silent about the events of the previous night, unsure how to begin. They were both embarrassed, but also felt a mix of emotions—excitement and nervousness, difficult to articulate.

"Zheng'er, I'll clear the table, then we'll go to the cemetery,"

Yuanyuan said to Zhou Zheng, putting down her milk glass.

Zhou Zheng suddenly remembered that they had agreed to offer incense to his father, who had died young.

The cemetery was in the suburbs, and several taxis refused to go.

Zhou Zheng said, "We should have our own car."

"A car? Where do we park it?"

Yuanyuan stared blankly at her son with her large, watery eyes.

"Don't worry,"

Zhou Zheng said, placing his hand on her shoulder. Yuanyuan had never been good at communicating with the outside world, and he knew that trying to explain these things to her would be a waste of time.

They arrived at the cemetery close to noon, but their spirits were high; they didn't seem to be there to pay respects to their ancestors, but rather like a mother and son on a picnic.

The cemetery was nestled in a lush green forest, with rows of towering pine trees flanking the graves, growing denser and more verdant as they receded into the distance. Yuanyuan walked ahead, carrying a bouquet of flowers. She wore a high-necked, long-sleeved, tight-fitting shirt with lace detailing on the chest and shoulders, paired with casual jeans. Zhou Zheng thought to himself that not everyone was as lucky as him to have a mother like Yuanyuan. He felt a surge of gratitude. Then, her buttocks, encased in jeans, swayed alluringly before him. As she bent over to climb the cemetery, her hips rose and fell provocatively. He wondered how many mothers like Yuanyuan looked like they were still 30 years old, and how many could make their sons drool just by wearing a tight-fitting jeans.

Zhou Zheng took out several offerings from his backpack—cigarettes, alcohol, and fruit that his father had loved. Yuanyuan took off her sunglasses and hung them around her neck, then pointed out the incense to Zhou Zheng.

Yuanyuan bowed respectfully to the tombstone, saying, "Zhongping, our son has grown up, even more handsome and taller than you. He's returned home after completing his studies, truly bringing us honor."

Then she said to Zhou Zheng, "Say something, say whatever you want to your father."

After saying that, she turned and walked away.

Zhou Zheng knelt solemnly before his father's grave, saying, "Dad, I'm back! Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mom and my sister."

He glanced at Yuanyuan, who seemed to have found good fortune, and added, "Dad, I've made a lot of money. How did I earn it? That's a secret, don't laugh at me, but I'll still tell you. There was a Japanese woman who, to please me, helped me fulfill my wish."

Zhou Zheng revealed the secret he had kept hidden in his heart, a secret that wasn't something to be proud of. After saying it, he felt very happy. This secret had weighed heavily on his heart, like a stone, and now that it was gone, a joyful smile spread across his face. He suddenly remembered when he and Yuanyuan came here as children. Yuanyuan would talk for a long time in front of her father's tombstone. He didn't understand then, but now he did. It was his mother pouring out her heart to her father, revealing her untold secrets.

Zhou Zheng placed his phone in the grass at the cemetery and started recording. Then he stood up and called to Yuanyuan, "Mom, I've said so much to Dad, it's your turn." He

also moved away from Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan knelt down, placed her hands on her chest, and began to murmur. From a distance, Zhou Zheng saw her face sometimes filled with resentment, sometimes with sorrow, sometimes with shyness, sometimes with joy. When she spoke emotionally, her eyes welled up with tears, and when she was excited, her face flushed.

She talked for a long time, and Zhou Zheng secretly chuckled from afar. Yuanyuan looked quite serious. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of the nearby trees all fluttered up, creating silvery-green waves on the treetops. A vast expanse of water rippled like the sea, the rustling of leaves drifting away from near to far.

Only after Yuanyuan had finished speaking did Zhou Zheng arrive, pretending to be searching for his phone nearby.

Yuanyuan was also anxious, complaining that he was always so forgetful. Finally, they found it in the bushes. Zhou Zheng said, "I was so busy talking to Dad that I put my phone down."

After returning from the cemetery, he accompanied Yuanyuan to the supermarket. While she was focused on choosing her phone, Zhou Zheng hid outside and eagerly listened to the recording on his phone.

Yuanyuan, being a Yue Opera actress, delivered her lines clearly and expressively, her tone measured and controlled.

"Zhongping, you damned devil! You've run off to heaven to be happy, leaving me here in this world, miserable and helpless. At least our son is doing well, and our daughter is married, so don't worry! Zhongping, all these years I've been alone in this empty house, do you know how much I've suffered? You said I'm a lecherous wretch, and I am. Everything around me reminds me of lovemaking—newspapers, magazines, books, movies, conversations with friends, even advertisements—all of this arouses intense lust. My dreams are filled with erotic fantasies and a need for physical contact. I even dream of everyone I know, even ridiculously involving my own son. I always wake up exhausted from the struggles of my sleep. It's a tragedy. I have no interest in sex..." The urge was uncontrollable, and he even developed a masturbation habit. "Zhongping, let me tell you something. Last night, I made Zheng'er strip naked. He saw it. He saw my naked body, my breasts, my pubic hair, and that mons pubis you call the source of pleasure. I hugged him, and when he hugged me, I mistook him for you. You two look so alike, but he's much more handsome and much taller than you. I know he desires me. I pretended to be drunk and asleep, but actually, I wanted him to hug me a little longer, and even hoped he would take things further. Zhongping, I've fallen, I've become wanton, I don't want to remain chaste anymore. God, don't laugh at me. My son has only been back for a day, and with another man in the house, I've become so lewd! Zhongping, I'm hopeless!"

Zhou Zheng felt a surge of heat, his heart pounding wildly. Even when Yuanyuan came out carrying large bags, he was still staring blankly at his phone.

"What happened?"

Yuan Yuan asked, taking his arm. He snapped out of his daze and said, "Nothing."

Seeing Yuan Yuan's worried look, he said, "A friend in Tokyo called and said he was in a car accident."

"It was a woman, wasn't it? That's why you're so worried,"

Yuan Yuan asked, catching her breath.

Zhou Zheng smiled bitterly and didn't answer.

Back home, Yuan Yuan noticed Zhou Zheng's disorientation and utter dejection. She asked, "Zheng'er, is the woman in the car accident important to you?"

Zhou Zheng shook his head, but Yuan Yuan saw it as an abnormal, morbid, and neurotic gesture, which frightened her. To ease the tension, Zhou Zheng volunteered to cook, letting Yuan Yuan sit on a high stool in the kitchen to admire his creation. At this moment, Yuan Yuan cheered up again.

Her legs dangled leisurely under her pajamas, and she held a tomato, biting into it with her red lips and white teeth.

Zhou Zheng made a stir-fried mushroom dish, steamed a tuna, and made a light scallop and radish soup. During the meal, he served food to Yuanyuan, trying to make small talk, but his words were disjointed and incoherent. It was a dull, oppressive, chaotic, and absent-minded dinner; he couldn't remember what he ate, only that he kept poking at a small mushroom with his chopsticks throughout the meal, ultimately leaving it alone on the plate.

For the next few days, they pretended to be a normal mother and son. However, a tense atmosphere of desire lingered in the house, and they both knew how the other felt. They tried to ease the awkwardness with laughter, telling slightly risqué jokes. Unfortunately, this only made them think more about what happened that night, further escalating the tension. Their relationship was practically slivered; once that sliver was crossed, they wouldn't have to live in this awkward situation anymore.

Zhou Zheng's ordered Land Rover arrived, and the dealership notified him to prepare the remaining payment for pickup.

As soon as he reached the main road, Zhou Zheng hailed a taxi, only to be snatched away by a young woman, whom he gave up.

Yuanyuan was somewhat displeased. She said, "You were the one who stopped her, why did you give it to her?"

"Let her have it, she has a child with her,"

Zhou Zheng said.

Yuanyuan said anxiously, "You also have an elderly person with you?"

Zhou Zheng looked her up and down and said, "Am I having an elderly person with me?"

This made Yuanyuan blush with embarrassment.

She wore a light gray cotton turtleneck long-sleeved t-shirt, the style so simple it could be called unstyled, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the wrinkles all exuding a warm and noble feeling. The t-shirt clung tightly to her body, making her breasts appear high and prominent. She wore a pair of coffee-colored linen trousers, also with a simple cut, cinched at the waist with a matching leather belt. She wore no accessories except for a rectangular watch with a light brown leather strap. The women on the street were either flamboyant, glamorous, charming, or coquettish, but she was simply comfortable and leisurely dressed, yet she did not lose her noble charm. The women around her seemed vulgar in comparison.

Upon arriving at the local Land Rover dealership, they were greeted by a female manager. Zhou Zheng took her business card; her name was Liu Yun. She had waist-length hair, tanned skin, a broad forehead, and bright, dark eyes, exuding a trendy and fashionable aura.

She led them inside. Zhou Zheng noticed her tall figure; her long, slender legs, tightly encased in her dress, swayed from side to side, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the showroom floor. He quickened his pace to catch up with her, and they walked side-by-side. When Zhou Zheng reached her, she smiled at him. Liu Yun showed them the car and explained its superior features.

Zhou Zheng followed her intently as she circled the white Range Rover. She opened the door, and as she put her left leg inside and sat down, her hand and folder fell to the floor near her right foot. Zhou Zheng bent down to pick them up, but she kept her legs apart, her right leg still. He had to reach along her thigh to retrieve the folder, his gaze involuntarily wandering. Her skirt was lifted high on her right leg, almost reaching mid-thigh. Because of the summer heat, she wasn't wearing stockings, and he could see even deeper into her left leg; her inner thigh looked remarkably smooth and taut.

Yuan Yuan, who had just been left behind, now saw Liu Yun's face radiating the sweetness and contentment only a girl in love could have. She would sometimes whisper something in Zhou Zheng's ear, and sometimes flirt with him shyly, completely forgetting they were in a public place. A pang of jealousy rose in her eyes. She lazily sat down on a chair some distance away, idly playing with her phone.

Yuan Yuan, who had been so radiant, suddenly had a hint of sadness in her eyes, which Zhou Zheng noticed. When it came time to pay, he led Liu Yun to her, and Zhou Zheng deliberately said, "Baby, I really like this. Go pay."

Yuan Yuan was taken aback by his abrupt remark, but then quickly understood. She said, "Baby, whatever you like, how much?" She

then opened her wallet and pulled out a gold card. Liu Yun took the card, asked for the PIN, asked them to wait a moment, and left.

Yuan Yuan kicked Zhou Zheng under the table, laughing gleefully, "You're so naughty! What do you take me for?"

"You're so clever, you got into character right away,"

Zhou Zheng said, but then pressed her foot down under the table.

"I like this kind of role,"

Yuan Yuan said.

Zhou Zheng then said, "Then keep acting. How did you know I was thinking this?"

"What don't I know? Because you were born of a mother,"

Yuan Yuan said, making a face at him.

When Liu Yun returned, he saw a man and a woman standing close together, with the woman resting her head on the man's shoulder and whispering something unseen by others.

Liu Yun cursed inwardly: "How shameless! At her age, she still keeps such a young and handsome gigolo."

As Liu Yun approached, Yuan Yuan placed her hand on Zhou Zheng's face and said, "Baby, drive the car away, let's go for a drive to the beach."

When Zhou Zheng got up, he didn't forget to gently hold her slender waist, and Yuan Yuan deliberately increased the amplitude of her hip swaying. The two looked like a pair of deeply affectionate lovers.

3. In Tokyo, Mitsuko had already shown Zhou Zheng the lust and promiscuity of women. Mitsuko always came uninvited, sometimes with Miki Toshio, sometimes with Zhou Zheng. Impatient Mitsuko often appeared unexpectedly. When Zhou Zheng returned from school, she was leaning against the door of their bedroom upstairs. One of her hands was covering her chest, and her open collar was pulled by her hand, but through the sheer fabric, a pair of swollen breasts could be vaguely seen, swaying constantly with the movement of her hand. Before Zhou Zheng even climbed the stairs, he felt his penis begin to harden. He tried to compose himself before reaching the second floor. He put his hand in his pocket and patted his penis lightly. Looking down, he saw the bulge in his crotch so conspicuous. He pulled his shirt out of his pants, trying to cover it. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing heavy and labored. He took a few deep breaths, telling himself to calm down.

Zhou Zheng stopped at the door of his room. He tried to move to the left, but she blocked his way. He tried to move to the right, but she blocked his way again. Her eyes were fixed on him. Zhou Zheng couldn't see anything else. He tried to look away but couldn't. So he stared back at those green eyes, the green growing even deeper. Zhou Zheng embraced her, and she turned her face, yearning for his kiss. Her tongue danced rhythmically. He pressed himself against her, removing her shirt and pressing his lips against her exposed breasts. Then, his right hand grasped her breasts, which were heavy and full with passion. Zhou Zheng excitedly kneaded them with his palm. She closed her eyes, and he lowered his head, sucking on her lips. Soft breaths escaped her lips. Zhou Zheng didn't pull away from her, scooping her up and moving her towards the room. Her figure was light and graceful, nestled against Zhou Zheng's sensual embrace like a little bird, indescribably satisfied. She clung to him tightly, captivated by the young man's supple and elastic body, which rose and fell gently. Right there in his arms, Mitsuko reached out and opened the door. The two approached the bed. Zhou Zheng lifted her onto the soft Simmons mattress, then pounced on her like a hungry wolf. Mitsuko tightly embraced his broad, strong shoulders, their burning lips pressed together, their smooth tongues swirling like snakes in their mouths. They had both taken off their clothes by then. Zhou Zheng's eyes gleamed, his heart raced, and an unnamed heat surged through his body. He kissed her ear, then used one leg to spread her thighs. Her eardrum was bitten by Zhou Zheng's tongue, and her body trembled as she gripped the sheets tightly. Zhou Zheng rolled over and pressed himself on top of her, forcefully making her spread her legs.

Mitsuko hugged him tightly, and they rolled over together. She lay on top of Zhou Zheng, bending down to kiss him. She laughed, "Zhou, let me be on top."

She slid down and gently sat on his lap, bending over to put his hard penis in her mouth, sucking and licking it until it was completely wet. Then she held his penis in her hand, straddled him, and lifted her buttocks. She used her other hand to spread her labia and slowly lowered herself towards his penis. She gripped his penis tightly and easily inserted the glans into her body. Zhou Zheng immediately experienced once again how warm and moist her mons pubis was. She knew he could still control himself. She slowly lowered her body along his penis, sitting down heavily and deeply. Zhou Zheng couldn't believe how wonderful it was when she curled up inside him. His entire penis was bathed in her heat and moisture.

Zhou Zheng felt her vaginal muscles tighten around his penis. She could tighten and relax effortlessly, slowly twisting her buttocks back and forth. Her face flushed with excitement, her eyes gleaming with desire. She was enjoying what she was feeling, and Zhou Zheng felt that nothing could be more wonderful than this sensation. Mitsuko began to lift herself off his penis, and Zhou Zheng felt her tight, wet, warm vagina rising up along his penis, bringing a completely new tactile and sensory experience. Just then, the door opened, and through the bedroom, he glimpsed Junxiong's figure with a backpack. He stuck half his face out of the doorway and said, "Let's get going."

Neither of them responded to him. Mitsuko continued her undulating pleasure, her vaginal fluids beginning to flow thickly again, making him feel how slippery she was. She bounced up and down, her breasts bouncing with each movement. He watched her play with her own nipples, and Zhou Zheng took over, gently kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples, just as she had just done.

Junxiong had changed into a snow-white kimono; he had clearly washed, though his hair was still damp. He carried a ceramic sake bottle in one hand and a small cup in the other. He entered and initially watched quietly. By now, their coordination was quite perfect. With Mitsuko's cries of pleasure, they quickly forgot everything and embraced tightly. This continued until Mitsuko, her body limp, rolled off Zhou Zheng, sprawling on the Simmons mattress, her head dangling below. Zhou Zheng knelt on the bed, continuing his unfulfilled desires. His large hands kneaded her high breasts, his tongue licking and sucking her eyes, face, neck, delicate earlobes, and fair skin. He kissed her passionately, finally placing each of her tender nipples in his burning mouth and sucking on them. Mitsuko's desire was quickly reignited. She moaned incessantly. Mitsuko seemed to have read Toshio's mind all along; once she was aroused, he would take the bait. At that moment, Toshio got up and approached the bed. He deftly placed a soft cushion under her suspended body and a rectangular pillow under her buttocks, raising her lower body slightly. Just

as he was about to leave, Mitsuko grabbed his waist. She freed her hands and groped between his legs. Toshio was clearly prepared; he wasn't wearing underwear under his kimono. Mitsuko quickly grasped his penis and took it into her mouth, licking it with her tongue. Toshio's already erect penis became even thicker. Holding a wine glass, Toshio splashed the remaining wine on her breasts and then bent down to suckle them. Mitsuko was driven almost mad by his stimulation. She trembled, her body tingling with a tingling, itchy sensation. She rolled over and knelt on the Simmons mattress, her buttocks raised high. Junxiong's hands tightened around her slender waist, and Mitsuko gasped and moaned, her breasts swaying in circles. "Please, both of you, hold me and fuck me,"

she cursed repeatedly, her voice trembling with what sounded like a sob. Junxiong's hard penis thrust deep inside her. Mitsuko enjoyed Junxiong's powerful thrusts, yet she was unwilling to let Zhou Zheng neglect her. She gripped his still-erect penis tightly with her hand. Before Zhou Zheng could react, his penis was already in her mouth, her tightly closed lips teasing it, her tongue swirling around the tip. Zhou Zheng felt his testicles tighten. Mitsuko was experienced; she had already realized it. Her tongue continued to work on his penis until she was sure he was about to ejaculate. When Zhou Zheng felt his semen about to spurt out, she pulled his penis out of her mouth and began to stroke it with her hand.

Zhou Zheng's penis grew wildly longer, the glans swelled, his buttocks lifted, his thighs dangling in the air, and he let out a scream, feeling his semen reach its climax and spurt from his penis. She squeezed his penis even harder, increasing the pressure inside, and then, as he ejaculated, she loosened her grip. With Mitsuko's rapid movements, his semen shot out from his penis, streaking through the air and hitting the wall with a 'smack,' then slowly flowing down the wall. At this moment, another gush of semen spurted out of his penis. Zhou Zheng's penis was still throbbing, and Mitsuko swallowed it with her mouth. He ejaculated more and more hot semen into her mouth, and she moaned excitedly, the sound of her choking audible. Junxiong seemed to be overwhelmed by this erotic scene; his body convulsed wildly, and he screamed loudly. Mitsuko completely lost consciousness. Her entire body swayed violently under the burst of pleasure inside her. Her buttocks tried to press upwards against Toshio, twisting spasmodically. Her hands were grabbing wildly, her arms raised above her head. A sweet, warm current rose from between her chest, abdomen, and legs, quickly flowing through her entire body. Her orgasm had arrived, and she cried out loudly and joyfully.

Zhou Zheng and Junxiong ejaculated one after the other. Mitsuko, exhausted from the two men's ministrations, lay on the bed with her head tilted to the side, Zhou Zheng's semen dripping from the corner of her mouth, while Junxiong's semen seeped steadily from her mons pubis, wetting her inner thighs. Zhou Zheng went into the bathroom first. When he came out, Mitsuko and Junxiong were already embracing and lying together. Zhou Zheng reclined on the sofa, holding Junxiong's wine bottle, and poured himself a drink. After the passionate pleasure, Mitsuko looked completely satisfied. Her body was limp and boneless, her hands occasionally stroking Junxiong's back and strong thighs. Soon, under her teasing, Junxiong's desire rose again. He moved his hand from her breasts to her hidden, hairy triangle, gently stroking the most sensitive labia with his index finger.

Mitsuko became excited again, her voluptuous body writhing joyfully. She moaned excitedly, "Ah, it's so wonderful!" Watching, Zhou Zheng also felt a surge of heat flowing from his navel to his limbs, spreading throughout his entire body. Mitsuko lay on her side, hooking one of her jade-like legs up. Junxiong entered her from behind, their bodies miraculously intertwined.

Mitsuko's fleshy cherry lips emitted a yearning sound, a strange feeling of urgency and fullness emanating from their close union, surging with extreme excitement within him. Junxiong twisted one hand, stroking her smooth, delicate back, and the other hand caressed her swollen breasts. She let out a blissful moan: "Ah, it feels so good, I'm dying."

The sound seemed to ignite Junxiong's fiery passion. He gripped her shoulders tightly with both hands, shaking her violently. Her thirsty mouth emitted frantic sounds, their intertwined bodies writhing. Zhou Zheng happily admired this live erotic scene, which slowly ignited his desire, his body undergoing rapid and intense changes, a burning desire raging within him.

Soon, Junxiong ejaculated. Zhou Zheng eagerly picked up her soft body and sat her on the sofa. She spread her legs and sat on his lap, and they embraced tightly, rocking back and forth. Zhou Zheng's broad, muscular chest pressed against her firm, elastic breasts, their hot lips locked together, their tongues intertwining and swirling. Her plump legs wrapped around Zhou Zheng's waist, her hands clinging to his neck, while Zhou Zheng's strong hands supported her rounded buttocks and waist. Even after he ejaculated, they didn't separate. Zhou Zheng carried her to the bathroom, placing her delicate neck on the edge of the basin, her head tilted back, her limbs gripping the sides, lying flat on the water like a starfish. Zhou Zheng used his hands to lift her up from her sides, making her float on the surface, and pressed his head tightly against hers. She gasped for breath, occasionally letting out soft moans, as warm bathwater splashed with silvery droplets.

When they came out of the bathroom, Junxiong was already lying on the bed. He made room for the two of them, and Zhou Zheng lay down, feeling somewhat tired. Mitsuko's warm, fair hands took turns caressing their strong bodies. Her gentle touches quickly aroused them. They embraced, her lips occasionally kissing them. She twisted vigorously between them, her face flushed with excitement and allure, her eyes sparkling with joy, her breath coming in short, rich gasps. She softly moaned, "Ah, so beautiful."

"Ah, I thank you so much."

The intoxicating pleasure almost drove her mad. Her hazy, starry eyes gazed at the countless overlapping images of pleasure reflected on the glass walls around them. She let out a long sigh, then lay languidly between them, her legs spread wide in a giant "X" shape. Zhou Zheng and Junxiong's restless hands continued to caress her body, taking turns to tormenting her delicate form. She lay on the bed, her plump hips writhing, her parched lips parted incessant moans. The frenzied ecstasy subsided like a violent storm, and all three lay exhausted, panting, trying to calm their racing hearts and restore their burning skin to normal.

4. Zhou Zheng felt that Tokyo seemed more vibrant than usual. The breeze blowing down from the summit of Mount Fuji couldn't cool the burning passion of the men and women thronging the streets. When the sunlight slanted through the crack in the tightly closed door onto his pillow, his walnut-like eyes opened. In the dim light of the room, his face appeared even paler, and judging from his prominent cheekbones and deep-set eyes, he had become increasingly thin lately. Indulging in sex, he had been skipping classes frequently, though he didn't really know what he was doing at school.

Sometimes he tried to break this bad habit, deliberately going to the library to read his favorite books. However, when the library fell silent, his ears would suddenly be filled with the intense, excited moans of women.

His nostrils would fill with the scents of powder, perfume, women's body odor, and a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen. Suddenly, a red and white face would leap from between the lines of his book. A pair of captivating eyes would widen little by little. Lips like rosebuds would gradually open, revealing two dimples. A row of fine, porcelain-like teeth would also become visible. He would close his eyes, and before him would appear many naked women, their bodies smiling slightly in the shadows of the lamplight. Some would glance at him sideways, some would nod, some would remove their clothes, and some would extend their snow-white, delicate hands to him.

Every night, Zhou Zheng would strip naked and lie in bed, deliberately leaving the door open, hoping that the woman who ignited his passion would silently pounce on him. Each time he lay down, Zhou Zheng's heart would flutter with desire, a fire burning within him that kept him awake all night. But in the morning, it was as if he had fallen into an icy sea, leaving his heart half-cooled.

Mitsuko's husband was a senior employee at a large company. He went to work and came home precisely on time every day, never seen socializing or indulging in debauchery. Gradually, Zhou Zheng discovered Mitsuko and her husband's secret. Her husband was impotent but enjoyed experiencing desire through his hands, eyes, and heart. He offered his beautiful wife to Zhou Zheng and his wife, secretly spying on them. One time, while Mitsuko was making love with Junxiong, Zhou Zheng discovered him peering through the window. When Zhou Zheng noticed, he was momentarily embarrassed and looked extremely awkward. He tried his best to invite Zhou Zheng into his room, and they drank sake together, talking about romance and poetry. Later, Mitsuko came downstairs. She was surprised to find Zhou Zheng in her room, but quickly calmed down.

Having just experienced the pleasure of sex, Mitsuko's fair and pretty face was still flushed, her large, watery eyes sparkling. Then he did something Zhou Zheng hadn't expected. He impatiently pushed Mitsuko down, pulled down her underwear, and stared at her intently. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made him particularly excited; he caressed her body, and Mitsuko moaned. He patted Mitsuko's buttocks as she lay on the floor. She got up, lit a cigarette, and handed it to the man. He took the cigarette and placed a hand on her body. Mitsuko hugged the pillow and lay on the floor, her buttocks raised high, and the man's hand slowly rubbed them. Mitsuko's vulva still bore traces of the man's semen, her damp pubic hair tangled in clumps. He lowered his face to sniff it, then stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Mitsuko's shapely, full thighs and plump buttocks displayed the unique allure of a mature woman. Zhou Zheng reminisced about her white, full naked body, and saw him slowly caressing her firm, white breasts and smooth, delicate skin, continuing to move his tongue over her vulva. He seemed to hear Mitsuko involuntarily moaning softly. Taking advantage of the moment when the man and Zhou Zheng were toasting, Mitsuko rolled over and knelt before the table. She poured them drinks, then faced the man and reached out to caress his body, her white fingers slowly stroking his abdomen. The man gestured for Mitsuko to get up and sit on his lap. Under Mitsuko's teasing, he gradually became aroused.

Mitsuko silently stood up and went to the man. He lowered his head and let her put one leg over his head. The man slowly crawled forward on the ground. After a while, Mitsuko removed her leg and commanded, "Lick it with your tongue."

"Yes, ma'am."

The man hurriedly picked up her leg. Mitsuko was wearing wooden clogs, and the man began licking from the clogs. After a while, he moved to her toes and licked each toe one by one. Zhou Zheng stared wide-eyed, stunned by the scene before him. His pulse quickened. He knew that what awaited him was something that both frightened and excited him.

This man was truly a sexual pervert, but he loved his wife, madly in love with her. He made her his master, subservient to her wishes, and even more so, he wanted Mitsuko to humiliate him, so he did as Mitsuko commanded. The man's lips kissed her thigh, Mitsuko's kimono was rolled up to her waist, and the man's lips continued to kiss upwards. Mitsuko spread her thighs, and the man licked her, panting.

At this moment, Mitsuko brought her knees close to Zhou Zheng, her hand reaching for Zhou Zheng's jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper from top to bottom. Her white and delicate hands grabbed his penis and pulled it out sharply. "Ah,"

the man couldn't help but cry out. Mitsuko caressed Zhou Zheng with both hands. Zhou Zheng's jeans and underwear were pulled down to his knees, and his swollen and thick penis made Mitsuko unable to let go. She embraced Zhou Zheng's strong body, she truly felt pleasure from this young man, her whole body was extremely excited. The man's entire body went limp, his eyes, filled with intense desire, fixed on the couple in front of him. He seemed to be drawn into their embrace, moving behind Mitsuko and kissing her passionately.

A frenzied passion swept through Mitsuko's body. Her mouth opened, trembling as she pressed it against him. Her hands caressed Zhou Zheng's body, feeling a youthful, masculine allure. A wave of excitement surged through her. She felt a sharp, stinging pain as if being bitten. After a while, Mitsuko's lips left his erection and began licking Zhou Zheng's round buttocks and firm thighs, licking his naked body. Zhou Zheng suddenly pushed her to the ground, pressing his weight onto her naked body. She felt a surge of excited pain and couldn't help but groan. The man watching nearby also felt his face flush red and burning.

As Zhou Zheng thrust his enraged penis into her vagina, Mitsuko cried out loudly. Zhou Zheng lowered his body further, penetrating her even deeper. She felt as if her whole body was being unleashed by a torrent, convulsing violently. Zhou Zheng rode on top of her, thrusting wildly. She gasped for breath, twisting her body, her hands gripping the blanket on the floor, her long, slender white legs flailing as Zhou Zheng abused her. Her breathing grew heavier, turning into moans.

Zhou Zheng swallowed hard. He couldn't bear the delay any longer; his testicles throbbed with pain, awaiting release. But Mitsuko was lost in a burning excitement, Zhou Zheng's unstoppable thrusts almost driving her to madness. Finally, Zhou Zheng abandoned his own urgent need to ejaculate. At this moment, Mitsuko's husband, not wanting to remain a bystander, crawled closer, his hands caressing Mitsuko's breasts, trying to help her reach orgasm. He seemed to understand his wife better than Zhou Zheng. He knew perfectly well that the area around her vaginal opening was the most sensitive part, so his fingers parted her thick labia, making Zhou Zheng's thrusting even smoother. The glans frequently bumped against the protruding clitoris, and Mitsuko was immediately overwhelmed.

As countless nerve endings throughout her body contracted in pleasure, Mitsuko's body curled up tightly. She felt a storm erupting inside her, and a series of incessant spasms drowned out all her voice and expression. Her overexcited labia and clitoris finally gathered all their energy, ready to release. She couldn't control the arrival of her intense orgasm. Her hips twisted, and her limbs shook violently, almost throwing Zhou Zheng off her. Zhou Zheng, caught off guard, firmly held her in place. She continued to roll and writhe, and gradually the incredible sensation subsided. He no longer waited for her final convulsions to stop; he couldn't wait any longer. He flipped her over, pushed her against a stylish cabinet with drawers, and almost roughly placed her arms on the cabinet. She was bent over against the cabinet, and then, like any man, he thrust into her from behind, assaulting her still-restless body. His hands were around her waist, allowing him to move her freely.

The man had no intention of sharing her with Zhou Zheng; he could only watch as Zhou Zheng, with his thick penis, enthusiastically thrust into his wife. His eyes were closed, his lips tightly pursed; he was restraining his surging orgasm. Mitsuko was now calming down from her orgasm, finding her body being pounded by Zhou Zheng's thick, hard penis. She felt completely filled, the penis thrusting vigorously inside her. She felt overwhelmed, especially after such intense stimulation; she couldn't bear it any longer, and she groaned in what sounded like pain.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zheng was trying to prolong this wonderful moment as much as possible. He thrust repeatedly, entering and exiting her warm, moist vagina, climbing towards his peak. "Squeeze my muscles tighter,"

he whispered in her ear. Exhausted, Mitsuko could only do her best. His thrusts slowed down and paused intermittently. Mitsuko twisted her hips, intensifying the contractions of her vagina; he could feel her convulsing inside like a baby sucking. Finally, with a low groan, he ejaculated inside her, his hips writhing uncontrollably, just like she had just done. Until finally, he had finished.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng suddenly noticed that the man's exposed penis was erect, and he was masturbating with his own, a pleasurable smile on his face. Ignoring the semen seeping between her legs, Mitsuko quickly crawled to him, opened her wide mouth, and swallowed his penis, rapidly swallowing and spitting with her lips, circling his glans with her tongue. The man groaned loudly with pleasure. A moment later, Zhou Zheng saw her stop thrusting in and out of his penis. She swallowed a large mouthful of semen; he heard her swallow. She swallowed again, then returned to her original position, swinging her head back and forth. She squeezed his penis so that all his semen could flow into her mouth. Then, just before she spat it out, she swallowed two or three more mouthfuls. A long, viscous strand of semen clung from his glans to her lips. She opened her mouth and licked it as hard as she could. She squeezed his glans again, squeezing out a small amount of semen from the tip. As she licked, Zhou Zheng could see her mouth filled with his milky white semen.

Exhausted, Zhou Zheng returned to his room. Junxiong came over, grinning mischievously. Zhou Zheng threw the pillow at him, saying, "What's so surprising? Didn't you also drive her crazy?"

"I'm different from you, it was one-on-one, I didn't expect you to have a threesome."

Junxiong joked, he moved closer to Zhou Zheng, lay down on his bed and asked, "How was it, did her perverted husband get hard?"

"He really got hard, and even ejaculated."

Zhou Zheng said, Junxiong gave him a thumbs up and said, "Zhou Zheng-kun, you must have made her feel really good for her husband to get an erection."

"How do you know that?"

Zhou Zheng asked, he laughed and said, "I've done it before."

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Chapter 3 The Temptation of a Friend's Mother

1. One year, as summer vacation approached, Miki Junxiong seemed impatient and excited, which made Zhou Zheng laugh, he was such a grown man. He seemed to be restraining himself, not letting his pleasure give Zhou Zheng any subtle stimulation. But Zhou Zheng wasn't as fragile as he seemed. Junxiong asked him, "Zhou, you've been away from home for so long, don't you miss your mother?"

"Of course I do, but we're so far apart, I don't want to spend my little savings on the road,"

Zhou Zheng said. At the time, they were in a small bar not far from home with several other Japanese classmates. They were drinking late into the night and were still in high spirits. They drank haphazardly and ate several dishes, and some of them started staggering around. The bar was very noisy. So, they talked about their families and then about sex, but this time the topic went a bit too far. Junxiong first mentioned that his mother had been a dancer before she got married and was also a highly accomplished pianist. She had a very beautiful figure, and he had once seen her dance nude for his father at home. Others chimed in, talking about their mothers. One classmate said his mother's face and naked body were more beautiful than an actress's; another went on to describe in detail the fullness of his mother's breasts and buttocks; yet another even mentioned the fullness and beauty of his mother's genitals, which he had observed many times. Zhou Zheng could tolerate the first part, but he felt it went too far as he heard the latter. They spoke of their mothers' bodies with great pride, as if they were discussing a work of art in their home.

"Zhou, have you ever peeked at your mother's naked body?"

a classmate asked. Zhou Zheng said he hadn't, but actually he had seen Yuanyuan's naked body when he was little. It was when Yuanyuan helped him bathe, and he got her wet. Yuanyuan then took off her clothes and bathed with him. But he was young then, and his curiosity about women's naked bodies was purely out of curiosity, without any lewd intent.

He introduced Chinese traditional customs and concepts to his Japanese classmates, and also described the elegant, virtuous, and modest qualities of Chinese women. The Japanese classmates were all surprised to hear this, and someone said, "Wouldn't it be quite boring to marry a Chinese woman?"

Even after the party ended, Junxiong was still not satisfied. By then, he was already delirious, and he stumbled around on the street for a while. Looking around, he couldn't see a single person. All the doors and windows were closed in silence, with only a row of uneven door lamps casting a few hazy, dark shadows on the street. He insisted on buying more alcohol to take home. In front of the father and daughter selling alcohol, he continued to introduce his mother's bra and underwear sizes and brands to Zhou Zheng, arguing about the best and most suitable bust size for mature women.

Back home, the two quietly circled around to the back of the house. Like a cat, Junxiong nimbly and silently stepped onto a pile of clutter outside the window, placed there seemingly specifically for peeping. He lowered his head and shook it at Zhou Zheng; it seemed Mitsuko and her husband were already asleep. Zhou Zheng had previously peeked through the translucent window from here and seen Mitsuko and her husband drinking. Her husband was at the table, embracing Mitsuko from behind, his face pressed against her neck. Mitsuko sat on his lap, her face unusually flushed, probably from drinking. His hand slipped inside the collar of Mitsuko's kimono, kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples. Mitsuko moaned contentedly. He then lifted the hem of her kimono, touching her plump, white buttocks. Then he took off his clothes and returned to Mitsuko naked, crawling on the ground like a dog and tearing off her panties with his mouth. Mitsuko straightened up, tilted her head back, and laughed so hard she trembled. Her husband just stared, focused on what he was doing. Finally, he pulled Mitsuko's panties off and placed them on the straw mat, licking them with his mouth like a dog greedily fighting for food. After playing with her panties, he crawled back to Mitsuko on all fours. Mitsuko held her stockings in her hands, grabbing the two ends and telling her husband to hold them in his mouth. She rode on his back, the stockings in his mouth acting as a rein, carrying the almost naked Mitsuko, spinning around the small table before crawling towards the bathroom.

Back upstairs, they drank again. Junxiong, his eyes glazed with intoxication, shifted the topic from sex to his mother. He said he'd been secretly watching his parents' sex life since he was twelve, and that some of his own sexual techniques and interests were learned from them. His parents were aware of his behavior, but perhaps viewing it as a unique way of learning about sex, they neither criticized nor condemned him. He even described in detail to Zhou Zheng a ritual he'd witnessed his parents perform on their 20th wedding anniversary at 8 pm. It was a reenactment of their wedding night 20 years prior: his mother, dressed in a kimono, sat on the edge of the bed, and his father undressed her piece by piece, then, as before, washed her naked body with water, before finally taking her to bed for lovemaking. He spoke with such longing that Zhou Zheng listened, completely captivated. He admired the noble and moving love between Junxiong's parents, but felt something was amiss that his son was telling this to outsiders.

Silence fell again. After a long while, Junxiong suddenly said to him, "Let me tell you about a mistake I made in my youth."

"Was it stealing a motorcycle or seducing a girl?"

"It was my affair with my mother!"

"Really? You're not just trying to make me happy, are you?"

Zhou Zheng said, slightly surprised. "I wouldn't make up a lie about my great mother just to make you happy."

Junxiong was clearly unhappy. Zhou Zheng had no choice but to raise his glass and said, "I'll drink this first, consider it my mistake."

"No, I forgot you're Chinese."

He also drank his glass. Then he said: You know, my mother, Jingxiang, was a dancer, while my father was a novelist. They were twelve years apart in age. I realized when I grew up that my father couldn't satisfy Jingxiang's sexual desires at all. My mother often suffered from insomnia. Years of unmet sexual needs left her with nowhere to vent, which caused her neurasthenia and insomnia. Every night, she would imagine her sexual desires while hating herself and struggling with those desires. Later, they argued frequently, bickering over trivial matters. My father eventually used writing novels as an excuse to leave home, but in reality, he was avoiding her.

He was a heavy drinker, often getting drunk, and openly pursued women. Before, there were many things to keep in mind.

He would come home drunk, or simply not come at all. At first, he had his own explanations, saying he had many unavoidable social engagements. Even I wouldn't believe that; it couldn't be hidden from Jingxiang at all. He stubbornly explained to us, but later, his promiscuity became so obvious that it was impossible to hide; he was practically bringing prostitutes home. Jingxiang became depressed and often drowned her sorrows in alcohol. Even at midday, she would still be wearing her pajamas, either curled up on the sofa or lying in bed drinking and smoking. I don't know if she was intentionally trying to seduce me, but whenever I appeared before her, she was always disheveled, with one breast exposed or her pubic area showing. She was either wearing tiny panties or nothing at all. That day, I came home from school and suddenly noticed the lights were on and music was playing loudly in the dance studio. I went closer and looked outside, and there was Shizuka dancing in front of a large mirror, performing a dance she used to do.

She was wearing a nylon leotard, the kind used for dance practice, with a very low neckline, especially the back, which was almost bare down to her waist. The back was a triangle shape, stretched too tight, digging deeply into her thighs, revealing the hollow between her legs. Her body swayed frantically from side to side to the music, like a cobra controlled by a magic flute, dancing involuntarily and painfully, as if her joints were about to fall apart. I noticed she was radiant; her complexion was so beautiful that it made her increasingly large and clumsy figure forgivable. Her eyes were darker and brighter than ever before, her lips were more moist than ever before, her complexion was clearer than ever before, and her hair was thick and black. Her snow-white skin was delicate and smooth, like silk. And her expression had changed noticeably; she seemed more confident, a nonchalant, smug smile always playing on her face. Though somewhat foolish, her bright and radiant smile was undeniably captivating. This was the mother I knew. No matter the occasion, she always gave off such a frivolous, untamed impression, as if she would never fall. My footsteps startled her awake. She stopped abruptly, brushing her hair aside.

Her hands rested on the crossbar behind her, her two alluring legs crossed in a seductive pose. My gaze fell on her bare breasts; her graceful profile was captivating, her charm accumulating between her gently rising and falling breasts. Her smile seemed to encourage me. I trembled like a leaf in a strong wind, my head spinning, my throat dry. She walked straight up to me, her eyes scanning my gaze with a provocative look, placing her hands on my shoulders. I tried to pull away, but she suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist, and we became entangled like wild animals. My mouth found hers, almost fiercely biting down, and she stopped struggling. The music for her dance was nearing its end; the trumpet and timpani came on, surging and powerful, engulfing all other small, insignificant sounds.

We frantically tore at each other's clothes. I easily removed Shizuka's practice clothes; she was back to me, gripping the bar tightly with both hands, her legs spread wide. Her toes gripped the wooden floor for stability, her buttocks were raised high, making her mons pubis and labia clearly visible. My penis instantly became fully erect, unbearable. I reached down and pulled down my underwear, gripping my throbbing, erect penis.

Her labia were already parted, ready to welcome a man's penis. My hand caressed the wet, sticky labia, hot with what I couldn't tell if it was sweat or vaginal fluid. I moved closer to her buttocks, one hand pressing down on the back of her neck, the other gripping my penis; then, with a rough, almost vicious thrust, I forced my penis into her vagina. Her body swayed backward, her buttocks rising to meet mine, her parted labia welcoming my penis, her posture as rough as mine. With each sharp thrust, she became more and more open, twisting violently under my touch.

Her hands gripped the bar tightly, her hands and feet providing leverage, making her slender waist twist even more nimbly. What struck me as odd was that she didn't moan or gasp, let out a sigh, murmur, or groan; she simply accepted my intense thrusting. Watching her plump buttocks sway repeatedly filled me with an overwhelming pleasure, almost causing me to ejaculate. I squeezed Shizuka's fleshy buttocks, leaving red marks on her snow-white skin, and my penis pressed deeper and deeper inside her. My heart pounded, I breathed heavily, and I wanted to shout. She remained silent.

I wondered why she didn't scream. Why didn't she scream like she did when she was making love with her father?

This had always been a mystery to me. I knew she was very excited too. Her labia parted under my continued, violent thrusts, and her juices flowed freely.

In the mirror, I saw her biting her lip, her face flushed, her body bent forward on the bar, embraced by a broad-shouldered, muscular man. The man was drenched in sweat, his face contorted in pain. His rumpled jeans had slipped down to his ankles, while his athletic shirt remained neatly in place. The woman, in stark contrast, was completely naked from back to buttocks. Her delicate leotard was mercilessly tucked into her ankles, so wrinkled it was difficult to see clearly. Her pale thighs and buttocks had pinkish tinges, like the stripes of a slapped hand. I could never forget that image, even when making love with young, beautiful women. Seeing that Junxiong was slightly drunk, he rested his hands behind his head, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. He added afterward, "Great maternal love sometimes stems from excessive indulgence and spoiling of a child's unruly behavior."

"You shouldn't have told me your son's absolute secret,"

Zhou Zheng said guiltily. He exclaimed in surprise, "I've told many of my friends. It's just a mistake made by an ignorant boy. Why can't I tell you?"

"Though it's a mistake, it forms a beautiful story—"

Zhou Zheng comforted him. Before dawn, Junxiong fell asleep, but Zhou Zheng was still pondering. A mistake—it sounded so simple, like a little boy stealing tens of thousands of yen from his mother's pocket. Junxiong had no idea that incest in China was a crime on par with murder and arson. After getting up, he joked with Junxiong, "Can I tell my Chinese friends your special story?"

"Of course," Junxiong replied, "but you must fully understand my mother before you tell her, otherwise you'll distort the facts and cause your Chinese friends to misunderstand my mother."

2. Unable to resist Junxiong's repeated invitations, and ultimately deciding to go back to Osaka with him, Zhou Zheng was driven by his curiosity and lingering thoughts about his mother, Shizuka. They took the Shinkansen together. Junxiong said it wouldn't take three hours to get home, and as they drew closer to his hometown, his expression grew increasingly excited. Through the car window, Zhou Zheng admired the breathtaking scenery of the Kansai region of Japan. The flat fields nestled among the hills were covered with the stubble of harvested crops; a gust of frost had painted them red, and a light rain had just passed, making them resemble the serene and gentle face of a mother who had just given birth. It was Zhou Zheng's first time visiting a Japanese home, and he was still somewhat uneasy. Junxiong comforted him, saying that his father had moved back home, and his relationship with Shizuka was back to normal. He explained that it was because of their physical intimacy that Shizuka had become more understanding and happy, and thus forgave his father. He spoke with particular pride, arrogantly declaring that his exceptional intelligence and health were proof of his mother's high libido and strong reproductive abilities.

Upon arriving in Osaka, they changed buses again, gradually approaching the countryside. Along the way, there were thatched huts covered in green moss, ornate wooden houses with pointed roofs, cowsheds made of tree bark, and parked cars and motorcycles, scattered among them; above them was an infinitely open sky, piled high with white clouds, sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny. After paying the fare, Junxiong led Zhou Zheng along a quiet path shaded by large trees. They arrived at his home: a small, dark green iron gate, a clean courtyard paved with stone slabs, a two-story house, a corridor, a staircase… and then a large, sunny room. “I’m home!”

Junxiong shouted loudly as soon as they entered the house. Zhou Zheng, who was probably Junxiong’s father, Miki, was the first to come out of the house; his hair was completely white. Of course, it wasn’t just that time had prematurely turned his hair white. Fortunately, the happy smile on his face offset the sorrow that permeated his white hair. He embraced his son, then Zhou Zheng, saying, "Welcome to our home."

Junxiong must have informed them beforehand. Inside, delicate white curtains, green branches outside the window, and a vase of flowers on the table cast shadows on a large, gleaming black grand piano leaning to one side.

Standing before the piano was Jingxiang, breathtakingly beautiful. To Zhou Zheng's surprise, she was wearing a Chinese cheongsam—a shimmering satin cheongsam with a silver-white background, adorned with maple leaves, each leaf the size of a palm, red like tiny flames. Fair skin, soft black hair, and bright, sparkling eyes. High, alluring breasts, delicate arms, and full, rounded hips. Her soft, sensual body was tightly wrapped in the red cheongsam. Her lips were red and alluring; she smiled slightly at Zhou Zheng, her slightly curved lips becoming even more seductive in the captivating smile. "Children who leave home always evoke pity, Zhou. Just make yourself at home here,"

she said. As she moved, the high slit of her cheongsam vaguely revealed her ample thighs, and Zhou Zheng swallowed hard. Junxiong led Zhou Zheng into the room, letting him choose whether to share a room with him or sleep alone. He said, "Anyway, I have plenty of rooms."

After a while, Jingxiang called them to eat. She had changed her clothes, wearing a knee-length dress with an apron.

Her ample breasts stretched the dress to its maximum, her two round nipples protruding. The apron was neither too tight nor too loose on her body. Even through her clothes, her figure was clearly visible. Junxiong's dining room was decorated in a European style, with a long dining table, high-backed chairs, and even ridiculously placed candlesticks. The dishes were classic Japanese cuisine, exquisitely prepared, but not the kind Zhou Zheng liked. They drank red wine, and Miki raised her glass first. He said, "Welcome to my Chinese guest, Zhou. Please make yourself at home and don't be shy."

"Thank you,"

Zhou Zheng replied, raising his glass as well. Everyone downed their drinks. Miki was a heavy drinker, and alcohol was the best way to elevate his spirits.

His wrinkled face, framed by white hair, was flushed red, like a fire in the snow. Shizuka simply accompanied him politely, taking a small sip before wiping her lips with a napkin.

She was overjoyed. Her beautiful eyes darted back and forth between Junxiong and Zhou Zheng's faces, several glasses clinking together. Her heart felt filled with wine, intoxicated. In his drunken haze, Zhou Zheng dared not look directly at Jingxiang, even wanting to quickly avoid her. He tried to maintain a polite distance, but he was still drawn to her. No matter how difficult, their eyes always met. Zhou Zheng tried not to look into her eyes. The candlelight flickered, making the room dim. His gaze couldn't leave Jingxiang; the soft candlelight cast a golden glow on her fair face, her dark hair shimmering in the candlelight. He downed his drink, trying to calm his tense nerves and control his emotions. His legs dangled casually under the table, touching a soft, warm leg. Instinctively, he recognized it as Jingxiang's. Driven by an urgent feeling he couldn't explain or resist, Zhou Zheng lightly nudged her with his knee once, twice. The leg didn't flinch; instead, it drew closer. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a blush on Jingxiang's face; her gaze was evasive, yet held a budding, unspoken beauty. Zhou Zheng dared not drink anymore, afraid he would do something shameful if drunk. He politely declined Miki and Toshio's invitations, watching the father and son drink one cup after another.

"If Zhou Zheng-kun is full, would you like to come to the living room for coffee?"

Jingxiang asked. Zhou Zheng immediately agreed, his steps faltering slightly as he stood up. She gently and silently placed her hand on his arm, took a step closer, and led him into the living room. "They haven't seen each other in ages, they're bound to get drunk,"

Jingxiang said, busy brewing coffee. Their eyes met again, and Zhou Zheng found it hard to see anything else. She sat opposite him, elegantly poised even in her short skirt. Zhou Zheng tried to calm himself down, his hands crossed over his arms, but unexpectedly, his hand landed on the arm Jingxiang had touched before. He tried to recall that moment, that fervent feeling he had once experienced.

Looking at her again, he saw her turning to look at the boiling coffee, her legs spread, revealing her jade-like thighs. Zhou Zheng's penis immediately hardened, and his pants bulged. Jingxiang saw the tent in his pants and immediately covered her mouth with a laugh. She slowly turned back and squeezed her legs together to conceal the exposed area.

Later, Junxiong and his son entered, arguing about something, clearly very agitated. Shizuka served them coffee in turn, then casually glanced at Junxiong with narrowed eyes, touching the delicate gold necklace around her neck. Zhou Zheng realized this might be a secret signal between her and his son, one that only the two of them knew. No sooner had Shizuka left than Junxiong left the living room, leaving only a dazed Miki and Zhou Zheng. Miki, engrossed in his long-winded rant, pulled Zhou Zheng into listening. Zhou Zheng imagined Junxiong and Shizuka engaging in some illicit affair. He then pulled out some more alcohol, insisting Zhou Zheng drink with him. Unable to resist his nagging, Zhou Zheng reluctantly started drinking again. Midway through, Zhou Zheng excused himself to use the bathroom and went to the kitchen.

Sure enough, as he suspected, Shizuka lay face up on the long kitchen counter, her head towards the door. Her dress had slipped down to her waist. Junxiong stood at the other end of the table, between her legs, bent over, his hands on the table, his head resting on her chest. Both were engrossed in their lovemaking, oblivious to Zhou Zheng's passing. Junxiong constantly shifted his angle, moving his penis up and down to better suit her, stimulating her to multiple orgasms. Only muffled moans escaped her throat. Then, Junxiong saw Zhou Zheng. For the first few seconds, they glared at each other. Immediately, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Junxiong's lips, and he focused his attention back on Jingxiang beneath him, as if Zhou Zheng didn't exist. Zhou Zheng's blood boiled; he found himself completely mesmerized by the scene before him, his throat dry, unable to swallow. Junxiong's slight pause displeased Jingxiang. She writhed, moaning softly. Junxiong immediately increased the force and speed of his thrusts, both experiencing immense satisfaction with each impact. Simultaneously, Jingxiang arched her back, her hand gripping Junxiong's forearm, which was resting on the table.

Zhou Zheng's ears were bloodshot, and he could no longer hear Jingxiang's moans and Junxiong's heavy breathing. He felt his testicles taut below, and finally, his hand reached into his pants, gripping his erect penis tightly. He heard himself let out a loud sigh; he desperately wanted to ejaculate the semen that had been suppressed for so long. Zhou Zheng saw that Junxiong's body, after a long wait, finally released its pent-up desire. He saw Jingxiang experience one orgasm after another, saw her sexy body writhing wantonly on the man's body, her movements agile and her posture contorted as she changed positions to give herself even more intense pleasure. Zhou Zheng could no longer control himself. He ran back to his room as if fleeing, and in the bathroom, he took out his penis from his pants, masturbated with his hand, and squeezed it. Then, when he felt he was about to ejaculate, he loosened his grip, and with a quick movement, his semen shot out from his penis. It traveled a distance, hit the wall with a "smack," and then slowly flowed down the wall. Then, another gush of semen spurted out of his penis. This time, the ejaculation didn't go as far as the first time, splashing onto the floor tiles. The third ejaculation came, spurting from his penis. He continued to busy himself with his penis with his hands, his hands covered in semen, which he smeared all over his penis. He stood there exhausted, finding the scene he had just witnessed unbelievable.

Zhou Zheng took a hot bath, lay on the soft bed, and lazily stretched his arms and legs, really wanting to have a good sleep to get rid of the fatigue from the journey and the exhaustion after ejaculating, and to recharge his energy. For some reason, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he felt refreshed, and his sleepiness vanished. He didn't have a problem sleeping in different places! Junxiong returned to the room drunk, wanting to sleep. "What did you do to excite Jingxiang so much?"

he asked as he climbed into bed. "That's what you should be asking, what did you do?"

Zhou Zheng retorted. Junxiong climbed onto Zhou Zheng's bed, patting him and saying, "Jingxiang really likes you. She said your cool, charming eyes and dashing demeanor have deeply captivated her. Remember, Jingxiang has always liked young boys."

After saying that, he rolled back onto his own bed and quickly fell asleep, snoring.

The next morning, Zhou Zheng got up early. Junxiong was still having a sweet dream from the previous night, a sweet smile on his lips. There

seemed to be some noise in the kitchen. When Zhou Zheng went over, Jingxiang was already busy preparing breakfast for them. She was still wearing the same deep red dress she wore the night before. She had applied powder, drawn her eyebrows, put on lipstick, and used perfume, looking completely different. She smiled sweetly at Zhou Zheng and said, "Wait at the table, I'll get you a cup of coffee."

"No rush, I can do it myself."

As Zhou Zheng leaned closer to her, he was captivated by her alluring fragrance, and he felt his mind wandering uncontrollably.

The two were so close, like two stone tablets frozen in place. Zhou Zheng's hand touched her sunken waist, his fingertips lightly tracing her neatly aligned spine and slightly protruding vertebrae, then sliding over to place his hand on her smooth, white right arm. Jingxiang moaned comfortably, her hips arching slightly. Her eyes were tightly closed, her skin burning hot; she was completely controlled by desire. Zhou Zheng saw a blush creep up her fair cheeks; he knew Jingxiang was burning with lust, unable to resist.

She brought her lips to his, her yearning expression making even the man lose control. He extended a finger, pressing it against Jingxiang's full lips. She seemed to understand his meaning; her lips parted slightly, gently guiding his finger into her mouth, then she took the slender finger into her mouth, gently sucking, then swallowing the entire finger, entwining it with her tongue, again and again, licking and sucking. Zhou Zheng felt increasingly restless and agitated, his body growing hotter and more agitated. He let out a satisfied groan and swayed slightly. Jingxiang's warm, moist tongue was gently touching his soft skin. Even he was surprised; Jingxiang had only sucked on his fingers with her lips and tongue, yet he was already so aroused. He felt his nipples harden, and he longed for Jingxiang to lick his nipples, his chest, and the throbbing penis between his thighs.

3. Only when there was a noise upstairs did they quickly separate like startled birds. Miki entered the restaurant, wearing a black kimono that seemed to constrict his large frame, revealing a glimpse of his naked body underneath.

He found his favorite bottle of liquor in the cabinet and sat down at the table to pour himself a drink. Zhou Zheng, carrying coffee, sat beside him and said, "Young people shouldn't drink in the morning."

Jingxiang also came out with a coffee tray. Seeing that the chair opposite Zhou Zheng was empty, before she could even sit down properly, Zhou Zheng felt her foot lightly touch his leg. Zhou Zheng stretched his leg out, making room under the table. She actually pulled one foot out of her shoe right under her husband's nose and teased him with it. Zhou Zheng glanced at her, trying to let her know that the time and place were inappropriate, but she ignored him. She continued to whisper with him while running her foot up his leg to his thigh. Zhou Zheng could feel her stockings rubbing against his thigh, and his penis immediately became hard. He wanted to get up to get something, but the bulge in his pants forced him to sit still.

At the dining table, Miki, dressed in a tight kimono, looked tired and dazed, while Shizuka's gaze was fiery and flickering. "Fine, Shizuka," Zhou Zheng thought, "don't you need allure and sexiness? That's easy. Keep your eyes on me, and I'll have everything you need." "Please," Zhou Zheng stared intently at her, then his gaze roamed over her body, lingering briefly on her breasts, then glancing between his legs, before settling on her slender feet encased in stockings. "Are you an obstacle I need to clear away?" Zhou Zheng secretly unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis. Jingxiang's foot discovered his secret; it approached his swollen penis and gently rubbed it with her soft sole. Just then, Junxiong, who had gotten up and come in, saved him. He asked Jingxiang to get him breakfast, and Zhou Zheng felt Jingxiang's foot finally leave his penis, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

Zhou Zheng ate breakfast with great discomfort; his clenched penis was still growing wildly inside his pants. Junxiong, on the other hand, seemed to want to linger in the dining room, constantly ordering Jingxiang around. Miki was already drunk and passed out on the table, his face resting on the side, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth—it was hard to tell if it was saliva or alcohol. Zhou Zheng and Junxiong carried him back to the bedroom. Junxiong smiled bitterly at Zhou Zheng: "Now you know why I have a sexually frustrated mother?"

At that moment, Zhou Zheng heard the clear, tinkling notes of a piano coming from the other side. Zhou Zheng knew nothing about the piano, but he was still drawn into the vortex of the sound system. He also felt a struggling, repressed, and inescapable infectious power within this vortex.

He seemed to vaguely hear her seductive moans, her legs and lips parted, welcoming him. A burning desire rose within him, searing his skin.

Before the French windows sat Shizuka, her hair loosely tied back, her skin flawless and fair, her arms exposed outside her black evening gown—a striking contrast between white arms and black dress. A red silk thread dangled from her neck, from which hung a thin jade pendant. On the coffee table before her stood an antique vase, holding a single rose, most of its leaves curled thirstily, some already withered. Zhou Zheng slowly walked behind her, first placing his hand on her smooth shoulder. Shizuka trembled, as if adding vibrato to her playing, releasing even more throbbing and trembling; the music flowed, stirring her nerve endings, penetrating even the most intimate parts of her body. He loosened her hair, running his fingertips through her thick, flowing locks, then parted them to reveal her smooth neck. He lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to hers. He could feel Shizuka's uneven breathing; she closed her eyes. The piano music stopped abruptly, and she sat there quietly, carefully feeling his tongue licking her smooth skin. His hands moved to her shoulders, then her back, before stopping. He tugged at the back of her chair. She leaned forward slightly to shift her position, allowing him to easily caress her back and full buttocks. He gently stroked her plump, sensual bottom, then her high breasts. He felt her nipples harden and tremble slightly beneath her clothes.

He placed his hands on the back of Shizuka's swivel chair, then spun it back so that Shizuka was facing him. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back. He stroked her chin, his arm moving down to her round breasts. He pressed his palm against her alluring, full breasts, his index finger and thumb pinching the hard, erect nipples, which pressed tightly against her black bra. He continued to tease and play with her nipples, his movements becoming increasingly vigorous. He felt a strong, burning sensation rush down his abdomen, desire spreading throughout his body, and he felt his most sensitive penis swell rapidly again. He squatted down, stretched out his arms, grasped her feet, and spread her thighs apart. He kneaded her knees and ankles, and gradually, his hands moved towards her inner thighs and round buttocks, while simultaneously spreading her legs wide. Slowly rubbing along her smooth thighs, his hands reached the top of her thighs, where the full mons pubis, tightly wrapped in her panties, was already wet. Both of them trembled involuntarily. Zhou Zheng felt a warm breath spreading outwards from between her thighs, and she unconsciously twisted her waist, slightly opening her legs. Zhou Zheng, sensing this was a sign of consent, slipped his hand under her panties and caressed her full, fleshy lips.

Their restless moods were contagious; Zhou Zheng suddenly walked to the door and quickly locked it from the inside. He held his breath, swallowed hard, and moved behind Jingxiang again, inhaling the rich, intoxicating scent of her perfume. He brushed her long, black hair aside, gripped her clothes tightly with one hand, and slowly unzipped them with the other, pulling them down only a little to reveal her smooth back. Zhou Zheng could now see Jingxiang's breasts reflected in the mirror, erect and full like mountain peaks, the hardened nipples trembling in the breeze. He slowly pulled her clothes down to her waist, thighs, and let them slide down to her feet. Now, except for her panties, she was almost completely naked, making her even more sexy and alluring.

Her hand caressed the bulge between Zhou Zheng's legs, slowly unzipping his pants. "Watch my tricks," she chuckled, stroking his already hard penis. Soon, the tip began to swell with blood, slowly oozing a thin, clear fluid. "Oh, darling, there are too many obstacles between us,"

she said. Zhou Zheng was now in a state of extreme arousal. He quickly pulled off his trousers, grabbing the cuffs and tugging, revealing his long, sexy, muscular thighs and his throbbing penis.

Jingxiang abruptly pulled his underwear down to his ankles, causing his penis to bounce slightly. Seeing this comical sight, Jingxiang feigned surprise and covered her mouth, giggling, "What a magnificent penis."

She said, her words filled with satisfaction and excitement, and lightly kissed his lips. He felt the touch of her lips, soft and full of desire, and a shiver ran down his spine. "Come on!"

Shizuka urged gently. She leaned against the piano, her legs spread wide on the bench, her pubic hair-covered labia slightly parted and moist.

Zhou Zheng sensed her arousal; her breathing was rapid, filled with sexual desire. He gently stroked her buttocks, his hands parting her labia. Zhou Zheng was as submissive as a child. His penis wasn't as large or hard as Junxiong's, nor like a 20th-century Japanese samurai's longsword. Zhou Zheng's wasn't sharp like an arrow.

It was solid, firm, beautifully shaped, and long, its moist glans igniting desire.

Even now, as Shizuka watched, a drop of fluid seeped out. She felt his penis gently undulating against her labia, the glans pressing against her moist vaginal opening, gently rubbing against her swollen labia. She felt a surge of heat within her, her body burning, trembling slightly. She no longer thought about the size or shape of the man's penis, focusing only on the flames dancing within her. She moved her hips to try and get his penis to go in deeper, and when she swallowed his long penis completely, he cried out like a child.

She felt him trembling and retreating, his head twisting, his neck looking somewhat fragile. Shizuka, who had initially intended to continue her frenzied actions, now hesitated, perhaps the burning heat within her was unbearable for him, or perhaps her tightness was making it impossible for him to hold back. What she desired most was a fulfilling and lasting sexual experience; she didn't want this boy to surrender so easily. Shizuka sat with her legs spread, carefully examining the scene before her. The man's penis was naked and erect, inserted into her moist labia. The tip of his penis was already wet, continuing to thrust downwards, while beads of sweat dripped from his lower abdomen. As she gently began to contract her vaginal walls, his penis twitched inside her, his hips undulating.

It seemed that Shizuka's actions were unbearable for him; he wanted to escape, but how could Shizuka let him slip away so easily? He was her reward, the source of her pleasure, and she decided to do whatever she wanted with him. She grasped his erection with one hand and his scrotum with the other. Now, his penis was hers, and she could do as she pleased. She wanted to feel its heat, its hardness, and she wanted to exhaust his strength, to extract every drop of his silky, smooth semen.

Fortunately, the satin-covered piano bench was spacious enough that Shizuka could almost lie flat, her elbows still resting on the piano. She wanted Zhou Zheng to come closer to her, then lean forward and thrust into her more firmly. She wrapped her legs around his lower back. She used one hand to press his buttocks, trying to bring his lower abdomen closer to her. At this moment, his penis was erect inside her, and he began to thrust. Just as she was about to let out a moan of pleasure, she realized that his hands were tightly wrapped around her head, his wrists and arms trembling violently. He was battling his own raging lust. To suppress the ejaculation that was about to erupt, he had to grab her hair and forcefully thrust his penis inside her. Shizuka, burning with desire, had beads of sweat streaming down her face. She looked at his face, but remained calm, fully aware of what he was doing.

Zhou Zheng endured that agonizing moment, and now he was thrusting vigorously. He could feel Shizuka reaching her peak with his frenzied thrusting; her eyes were glazed, her face flushed, and she was uttering cries of pleasure. Zhou Zheng continued his vigorous thrusting, and she made whimpering sounds, calling his name loudly—not "Zhou Zheng-kun," not "Zhou," but "Darling." Zhou Zheng laughed at his achievement, but because her insides were constantly contracting and sucking at his glans, and her hands were gripping his back tightly, scratching him fiercely, he felt a ringing in his ears, and tears welled in his eyes from the exertion.

The response he received was a series of loud, lewd moans from Shizuka, echoing throughout the room.

Zhou Zheng appeared to be a gentle and refined man, but judging from his climax, his hands gripped Shizuka's head tightly, thick, hot semen gushing out and overflowing her vagina. Again and again, his semen gushed forth, seeping from her labia, which she eagerly absorbed. At the same time, she listened intently to what this man, almost driven mad by her allure, was saying. His chest heaved; he was panting and groaning, probably still in the afterglow of his orgasm, so Shizuka couldn't be sure if he had said he loved her. But, take it slow, no need to rush, because it wasn't just that. Based on her experience with men, Shizuka knew she could proceed step by step. She wanted to savor it slowly, to remember every reaction of this man, every inch of his flesh, every taste.

4. During his few days and nights at Miki Toshio's house, Zhou Zheng finally experienced the unique charm of a mature woman and the extent of her obsession with sex and men. Shizuka was constantly pursued by Toshio and Zhou Zheng like prey, while they, in turn, were like prey, always being captured by Shizuka. Meanwhile, the perpetually drunk Miki spent his days searching for inspiration in the world of alcohol, oblivious to everything happening to his wife, occasionally stealing glances. Toshio had many classmates and teachers visiting him in his hometown, leaving Zhou Zheng at home. This created an opportunity for them. Shizuka, having just seen her well-dressed son off, impatiently entered Zhou Zheng's room. Zhou Zheng was still fast asleep, and she stood by his bedside calling to him, "Lazybones, time to get up!"

Zhou Zheng opened his eyes, seeing her alluring gaze flickering in and out, her tone seductive and flirtatious. Her left hand grasped Zhou Zheng's right hand, enticing it towards her knee. The moment Zhou Zheng's hand touched it, Jingxiang opened and closed her knees, gesturing for him to reach deeper. Zhou Zheng slipped his hand inside her skirt, slightly surprised to find Jingxiang wasn't wearing underwear.

He used one hand to pull her head towards his crotch, and a lewd smile appeared on Jingxiang's face. She immediately pulled down Zhou Zheng's pants, teasing him relentlessly. After a good night's sleep, Zhou Zheng's penis was erect and hard as iron, which Jingxiang found irresistible. She bent down, opened her mouth to the pleasurable shaft, and began to suck, taking the thick, long penis into her mouth. Zhou Zheng's hands explored her body, caressing her round, plump buttocks. Because of her protruding buttocks, they felt smooth and taut. He reached further, tracing the curve of her buttocks into her cleft. His hand inadvertently touched her full, round mons pubis, overflowing with vaginal fluid. He slid his fingers along the moist, thick folds, the central slit slightly recessed.

Zhou Zheng inserted his fingers, deeply, feeling the warm, wet sensation inside. She moaned. Her buttocks swayed excitedly as his fingers moved in and out. Afterwards, Jingxiang stopped sucking his penis, stood up, and he withdrew his fingers from her. Their eyes met. She smiled and said, "Zhou Zheng, you're a mischievous boy,"

her deep eyes sparkling, "Do you want to kiss me, Zhou Zheng-kun?"

Her gaze seemed to see right through him, making Zhou Zheng feel a little shy, his face burning.

She removed her skirt, her hands behind her back, and moved downwards from her lower abdomen until she reached her own mons pubis, where thick pubic hair grew. Zhou Zheng seemed to feel the moist, lustful fluid seeping out. Her skin was dazzlingly white, without a single scar or wrinkle, as smooth and clean as a young girl's, a pleasing sight. Her breasts, tightly wrapped in her shirt, were full and about to fall, the neckline opened even wider, revealing half of her breasts, the thin silk making the small nipples on her breasts undisguisedly protrude, revealing their sensuality. Her abdomen was flat, her buttocks round and smooth, connecting to her plump legs, her pubic hair a tangled mess, covering her mons pubis, concealing her allure.

Jingxiang knelt on the bed, bent down, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. She put her tongue into his mouth and played with it, her soft, warm breasts pressing against his chest. Zhou Zheng's hands roamed restlessly over her body, unbuttoning her shirt and caressing her pressed breasts. He watched as she lifted the sheet. She got into bed, placed two pillows in the center, then lay down, resting her buttocks and head on them. "Come kiss me, Zhou Zheng,"

she said. "Come here, let Teacher Jingxiang teach you how to please a woman with your mouth."

Zhou Zheng knelt, the thick pillows raising her buttocks high, making her mons pubis appear even more prominent and full. Jingxiang gripped the backs of her knees and pulled her legs back, spreading them apart, revealing her moist labia through her raised mons pubis. She encouraged him with a sweet smile.

Zhou Zheng slowly buried his face between her legs. As he approached her labia, he could feel their wet heat. Her labia looked incredibly soft and plump, the tangled pubic hair appearing moist and messy. He could see a small opening at the base of her mons pubis, where her labia were parted. He brought his mouth close and licked her with his tongue. The moment Zhou Zheng's tongue touched that spot, her buttocks lifted, and she moaned. He quickly looked up and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Jingxiang sat up, looking at him with a lewd smile, and said, "Not at all. Zhou Zheng, it was just too pleasurable, my reaction was too intense."

After saying that, he lay down again, burying his face between her legs and touching her with his tongue once more. When his tongue stimulated her, she couldn't help but lift her buttocks again. This time, he continued to lick her with his tongue, tasting the vaginal fluid secreted by her. The salty taste mixed with sweat strongly stimulated him. He licked frantically, and her labia began to open, revealing the soft, pink flesh inside her mons pubis to him.

Zhou Zheng's tongue licked below her mons pubis, slowly licking along her opening to the top. He could faintly hear her heartfelt moans; she was enjoying everything happening to her. Zhou Zheng reached out and touched her labia; he couldn't believe how soft and plump they felt. He gently pulled them apart further, so that her vagina was wide open before his eyes. He stared intently at this magical place that drove men wild.

He stretched out his tongue, probing into her fleshy opening. His tongue was far too short to reach inside; as it probed upwards, it touched a sharp, hard bud at the tip of her labia. As he curiously licked it, he noticed Jingxiang's body writhing, her moans growing more intense. She was enjoying what he was doing. Zhou Zheng continued licking, instinctively sucking on the emerging bud. Jingxiang had become uncontrollable; her upper body twisted into an incredible contortion, her legs wrapped around his neck, her labia oozing copious amounts of vaginal fluid. "Eat me, Zhou Zheng,"

she said gently, "bite it with your mouth."

He opened his lips wide, gently biting the bud with his teeth. She thrust her hips against his face, moaning loudly. Her body trembled, rising and falling with the rhythm of his sucking. He licked and sucked her bud even more deliberately. Jingxiang said she wanted to climax.

Zhou Zheng, not understanding, thought he was being told to ejaculate quickly. He climbed onto the bed and thrust his penis inside. This hasty mistake, however, brought Jingxiang immense pleasure. She said, "I want you to use your mouth," while her body bounced and throbbed with even more ecstasy beneath him. Zhou Zheng's thick penis moved in and out of her vagina, thrusting faster and faster, and she could feel her body beginning to lose control. "Harder, Zhou Zheng, harder! Don't stop, keep going! Like this, faster, faster..."

When her orgasm came, her body trembled. Her orgasm continued, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from her mons pubis. "Yes, yes, Zhou Zheng, yes, you did it! You did it so well! Oh, thank you, Zhou Zheng, thank you!"

she screamed, her orgasm engulfing her entire body. Her body convulsed, and she looked as if she had gone mad.

Slowly, she began to regain control of her body. She reached under her buttocks and threw the pillow onto the floor. She spread her legs out beside him, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily. Gradually, her breathing calmed down. She looked up at him. "Wow,"

she said. Zhou Zheng smiled and asked, "How was I?"

"Not bad, Zhou Zheng, really good."

She opened her arms, and Zhou Zheng embraced her tightly, kissing him. Suddenly, Zhou Zheng seemed to hear a slight noise outside, as if someone had been spying on him and was now fleeing. He listened intently, and Jingxiang seemed to notice as well. She said dismissively, "Maybe it's just a cat."

She laughed and gently kissed his hair.

After dinner, Jingxiang always went for a walk. Before leaving, she would ask Zhou Zheng and Junxiong, "Who's coming with me?"

But this night, she suddenly didn't ask and went out on her own. Junxiong and Zhou Zheng exchanged glances. She had her thick hair piled high, and her bright eyes were fixed on them. Zhou Zheng noticed she was wearing a white top with a blue collar and a blue mini-skirt, looking remarkably like a girl from a Japanese school. She stretched in the yard, then passed through the back gate and walked along the path towards the woods behind the house. They watched her until her figure disappeared into the depths of the grove. "I'm really worried about Mom going out like this,"

Junxiong said anxiously. Zhou Zheng agreed, saying, "It's so dark in the woods, you could see anything. What if she gets scared?"

"Should we follow her?"

Junxiong asked. Zhou Zheng replied, "Together?"

"Of course,"

Junxiong said. Zhou Zheng looked at himself, wearing only a vest and shorts, and said, "I'll change."

"No need, it's not far,"

Junxiong said, and the two went out of the house together.

The grove at night was filled with the scent of paradise: the fresh scent of trees, and perhaps even the scent of stars.

The two searched everywhere, convinced that Shizuka must be hiding there. Junxiong suggested they split up to search for her, so Zhou Zheng took a shortcut along the left. The forest grew denser as they walked, until they reached a stream, where the view cleared. Zhou Zheng stopped by the river, gazing intently at the rising steam. Bathed in moonlight and starlight, the water and sky appeared the same color, the white steam creating an illusion: a fairyland might be just like this. He turned his gaze to the distance, seeing only the outlines of mountains in the darkness. Suddenly, he spotted a white figure in the distance—undoubtedly Shizuka. Zhou Zheng hurried closer. She was by the river. He noticed a hint of mysticism in the moonlight. Just as he was about to reach out to pull her, Shizuka waved him off. She cried out, "Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll jump!"

Zhou Zheng was startled. Seeing Zhou Zheng's stunned expression, Jingxiang burst into laughter. She said, "Don't I look like a little girl?"

Zhou Zheng nodded. She continued, "A little girl encounters a thug. The thug attacks a little girl deep in the woods, ties her to a tree trunk, strips her naked, punches and kicks her, thoroughly humiliates her, and after venting his lust, he makes her crawl on the ground and ravage her."

Jingxiang finished speaking and turned to run. Zhou Zheng was about to say something, but before he could speak, he was already chasing after her.

Zhou Zheng understood that Jingxiang wanted to play a rape game, but she didn't look like someone attacked by a thug. When she was tied up and raped, her expression wasn't wild. He hadn't expected Jingxiang to run so fast. He began to seriously chase after her.

Jingxiang took off running with long legs, her movements graceful, through the shadows of the trees, across the lawn, and through the gnarled ancient trees in the moonlight. As she ran, her short skirt flew up, revealing a pair of snow-white thighs and a swaying buttocks. As Zhou Zheng was about to catch up with her, he deliberately slowed down, wanting to watch Jingxiang run longer. Even the way she raised her hand to brush aside the low branches excited him. He suddenly grabbed her from behind, his movements rough and forceful. He began pulling at her shirt with his right hand, the buttons popping off, revealing her snow-white breasts. Jingxiang feigned pain, her eyes tightly shut, her breasts pale yet sensual in the moonlight. "Ah!"

Jingxiang screamed shrilly. At that moment, his hand reached for her skirt, ripping off her shorts without a word. He spread her legs, kneeling between them, then grabbed her waist, roughly pulling her towards him, his hands groping her body as he pressed his body against hers. Jingxiang seemed to have passed out, offering no resistance as he manipulated her. Perhaps the movements were too violent, for a painful scream came from the bushes, then silence. Jingxiang began to moan softly.

When Junxiong arrived, he saw Zhou Zheng's hand around Jingxiang's delicate waist. He was forcefully entering her from behind. Shizuka was clinging to a thick tree, her long hair disheveled. At this moment, with each thrust, the twisting and undulating of her body revealed the unparalleled pleasure she was experiencing. Zhou Zheng's rhythm quickened, his thrusts becoming heavier. Shizuka buried her face in the tree trunk, suppressing her barely suppressed moans of excitement. With their movements, the thick tree swayed, causing leaves to fall. Junxiong shouted, "It's not fair! He started before I even got there!"

As she spoke, she pulled Zhou Zheng off her and thrust her already erect penis inside him. Faced with this rough and impatient man, Jingxiang deliberately acted coy, secretly enjoying the man's eager and flustered state under her teasing. She occasionally let out screams that seemed like resistance. Her breathing became rapid, and her suppressed moans grew more unrestrained; she was about to reach climax. Seeing

Jingxiang's body slowly slide down, her knees weak and her body limp, Zhou Zheng went over and caught her, then laid her flat on the grass. Jingxiang, ignoring the uncomfortable clods of dirt and stones beneath her, spread her legs and begged him for pleasure. Zhou Zheng thrust in fiercely, and she writhed beneath him, letting out piercing screams and painful moans. She felt extreme pleasure; her body was tense, and the throbbing in her abdomen indicated her extreme satisfaction. She awaited his final ejaculation to bring her to the peak of pleasure. The burning desire in Shizuka resembled a cat aroused by lust. Unwilling to be looked at like that by Junxiong, she gestured for him to lie down and straddled him. Her hands guided Junxiong's penis into her already wet labia. Junxiong easily penetrated her deeply, and his thrusts sent Shizuka into a frenzy of pleasure, almost making her sing. She moved her legs powerfully, her breasts bouncing joyfully. At this moment, Zhou Zheng's desire seemed to subside somewhat, but unwilling to be outdone in front of Junxiong, he approached Shizuka and made her open her mouth to take his penis in. The sensation of her warm, moist lips was simply too wonderful. Her lips enveloped his swollen glans, and as it slid, her soft lips stimulated the ridges of his penis. Soon, he felt the urge to ejaculate.

Then look at Shizuka, under the dual stimulation of the two men, her body and buttocks swaying up and down, her mouth murmuring incoherent lewd words, her hair swaying back and forth. Her pair of round breasts also swayed back and forth, her whole body trembling with pleasure. Junxiong below arched his back, his whole body like a drawn bow. At that moment, Shizuka bit down hard on Zhou Zheng's penis, and before he could even cry out in pain, she cried out in joy. Zhou Zheng thought Junxiong had ejaculated, and he also ejaculated during Shizuka's rapid thrusting.

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