[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 28-30

Chapter 70: The True Lie

I thought about the beginning of the story, but never expected the ending—who said that? I hate you!

I never thought Ning Hui would actually go to Boss Qiao to check on my whereabouts. That old man Qiao is such a bad friend! He couldn't even cover for me! I beat you badly at Go, but that's no reason to retaliate like this!

"Wife, I…I…" Ning, the cook, couldn't keep up with the sudden thought, his tongue twisting.

"Tell me, where are you now?"

Ning Hui's tone on the phone was extremely stern, exactly like when I was a kid and kicked the classroom window while playing soccer, and the teacher was looking for the culprit.

"Wife…I…I'm out of town…"

I stammered, my mind blank.

"Out of town…where?"

Ning Hui's questions were chilling.

"I...I'm in K City, honey, I'm so sorry, please don't be angry, okay? I...I came to pick up the watch."

I stammered, confessing. Despite the continued drizzle outside the airport, all the sweat glands on my forehead were activated, and steam was billowing out.

"Pick up the watch? Ha! You flew all the way to pick up the watch? That plane ticket is enough for half a month's living expenses, you're really generous, aren't you, Ning the stay-at-home husband!"

See? Women can be so unreasonable. If I hadn't gotten the watch back last night, you wouldn't have even spoken to me, letting me sleep soundly all night. Would I have had to go through all this trouble?

"Pick up the watch? Even if you did, did you have to lie to me?"

That wasn't all. What my wife said next was the atomic bomb: "Pick up the watch is just an excuse. I bet you really want to see your Little Swallow, right?"

This is exactly what I feared. I was most afraid of my wife thinking this way, and that's exactly what she thought—Honey, do I really need to? "I really wanted to surprise you! You know, I already have a license to date and have sex with Xiao Yanzi here, why would I need to hide anything from you?

But this woman can be so unreasonable, she can turn one plus one plus one into three! Oh no!

" "I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't have lied to you, but I really wanted to give you a surprise."

I quickly explained, scratching the sweat from my brow.

"Surprise? Oh, I see. Isn't K City on Earth? So many flights every day, couldn't you have come back today? You can't bear to leave your Xiao Yanzi, can you? Thank you, Ning the cook, thank you for this surprise!"

Damn, the storm outside is nothing compared to the storm raging on my wife's phone!

"I..."

I was just about to report that the flight was canceled when I heard a jolt in my ear—Ning Hui slammed the phone down.

Oh wow, that means I have no chance of leniency after confessing! Honey, are you going to execute me immediately, or show no mercy?

I quickly called back, but Ning Hui hung up.

I called again… and saw Ning Hui looking like she was about to cry. Apparently, Ning Hui had gone all the way and actually powered off the phone.

Now Ning Hui knew his act had backfired…

time to make the best of a situation. All I could do was send a text to my wife, who was probably seething with anger: “I’m so sorry, honey, my flight was canceled due to a sudden downpour. I was at the airport when you called…”

All I could do was pray that she would see the message soon.

The next day, I changed my flight to the earliest one home. Just as I boarded the plane and was about to turn off my phone, a text message arrived. I was overjoyed, thinking my wife had seen it and was going to forgive me. But when I opened it, it was from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, I just woke up and saw on the news that there was a heavy rain last night and all the flights were canceled. Why didn't you come to see me last night? Where are you now?"

Little Xiaoyan, how could I dare come to see you? Don't you know there's a tigress at home waiting to whip your brother Nan to pieces?

Seeing the message still warmed my heart, but there was no time to reply. At that moment, the plane was already taxiing on the runway…

As soon as I got off the plane, I called Ning Hui. Thank goodness, her phone was on. But she didn't answer after several calls. Then, after a while, she texted me back, her tone fierce: "Busy at work."

Looks like my wife is still angry. I haven't appeased her yet. Comrade Ning, the stay-at-home husband, still needs to work harder! I quickly texted back, "Honey, I'm home. Can I pick you up from work tonight?"

Ning Hui didn't reply. When it was almost time to leave work in the afternoon, I called her. This time, she answered.

"Honey, are you still angry? I'll come pick you up. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll treat you to make up for it."

"Who cares! I'm driving to my parents' house right now. Okay, okay, I'm driving, I can't talk to you anymore."

"Oh, then I'll come too!"

"No need, you go keep spending time with your little swallow!"

Ning Hui hung up the phone, seemingly angrily.

I then remembered that it was Friday. No wonder my wife left work so early. But I didn't expect Ning Hui to pull this "going to her parents' house" stunt. Women usually have a few tricks up their sleeves when they're being difficult with men, and this "going to her parents' house" was the ultimate weapon—she was clearly putting on airs and asking me to go and invite her.

Looks like it'll take some effort to calm my wife down.

I rushed to the supermarket and bought several bags of supplements from my in-laws, then took a taxi to their house.

When I arrived, the couple and Ning Hui were just about to eat. It seemed Ning Hui had said she was coming home; my mother-in-law had prepared several delicious dishes. Her cooking skills are undeniable; the sight of the vibrant reds and greens on the table made my mouth water.

Ning Hui sat quietly eating, ignoring me completely, while the couple warmly greeted me.

My mother-in-law was surprised to see me: "Hey, Hui'er said you went to K City on a business trip?"

"Oh, Mom, yes, I… I went on a business trip, and I just got off the plane and came straight here,"

I quickly explained with a cheerful smile.

"Ah? This girl, she came back all by herself without even picking you up?"

My mother-in-law said, giving Ning Hui a reproachful glance.

"Doesn't he have legs of his own?"

Ning Hui said, taking a spoonful of soup as if nothing had happened, then giving me a disgruntled look.

"How can you talk like that, Hui'er?"

My father-in-law quickly gestured for me to sit down. "Come on, Xiao Nan is here too. I've been saying it's been so long since anyone's had a drink with me. Let's have a couple of drinks, you and me."

He then went to get the wine—it was a routine to drink with my father-in-law every time I accompanied Ning Hui back to her parents' house.

My husband's reputation with the old couple was impeccable. My mother-in-law had already noticed the signs of a tiff between the young couple and came to comfort me: "Sigh, Xiao Nan, Ning Hui has been spoiled by us since she was little. That's just how stubborn she is. Don't take it to heart."

"Come on, Xiao Nan, drink up. Don't worry about her. Women are all like that; their tempers come and go like a storm. Come on, drink with me!"

My father-in-law filled my glass and handed it to me with a cheerful smile.

Seeing her parents and son-in-law so affectionate, Ning Hui was displeased. She put down her chopsticks, puffed out her cheeks, and stood up angrily, muttering, "Am I even back at my parents' home?"

She glared at me and snorted, "Oh, Ning, my parents are so protective of you, huh? Pretty smug, aren't they?"

Then she turned on the TV and started watching.

After I downed my glass of wine, my mother-in-law leaned over and whispered, "What's wrong? Having a fight?"

From then on, Ning was exhausted. He had to drink with his father, listen to his mother-in-law's (who's practically a volunteer philanthropist for the neighborhood) endless lectures on marital harmony, and all the while trying to read his wife's expressions.

The old man had probablyn't drunk like this in a long time; nothing I did could dissuade him. He insisted on drinking with me, glass after glass, until his homemade jar of wine was almost empty. He only stopped after my mother-in-law sternly stopped him.

By then, I was practically passed out—almost every time I came back, the old man would be in high spirits, but I'd be sitting at the table and lying down when I got off.

That night, I naturally stayed at my father-in-law's house.

I can't quite remember how I ended up lying on the bed Ninghui had slept in since junior high. I only vaguely recall smelling a faint, lingering fragrance of youth emanating from my wife's room. The plant on her desk, the one that had accompanied Ninghui's growth, remained lush and green. On the wall hung a slightly yellowed old photograph of a little girl with two braids, her cheeks adorned with adorable dimples, her eyes bright, her smile innocent—love has its own destiny. That little girl has now grown up, married, and become the wife I love and cherish with all my heart—even though she's pouting and sulking right now, sulking is part of life and love.

As long as it's vibrant, as long as it was once part of our married life, whether perfect or imperfect, it's all a testament to love.

Love sometimes doesn't need perfection to prove itself… because humanity isn't a porcelain shard; it's never moved by perfection. What moves you about humanity is its vibrancy and authenticity.

Love only truly flourishes when intertwined with life and humanity!

There's a French film with a title as poetic and profound as fine aged wine: *The Old Gun*. The film tells a story of World War II set in the suburbs of Paris, and the beautiful female lead is none other than Romy, who, like my wife, possesses beautiful crescent-shaped eyes. Snyder—it was precisely those captivating crescent-shaped eyes that touched my heart—that French goddess who has haunted my dreams countless times. From the innocent elegance of Empress Sissi to the mother in *The Old Gun*, who has witnessed the chaos and vicissitudes of life, what remains unchanged is the captivating sapphire-like brilliance that penetrates to the soul. When that brilliance was extinguished by the German flamethrowers, in that instant, my reflection on how fragile such beautiful and vibrant life could be also deeply moved me. When I saw her husband, a French doctor who usually seemed content to be a meek and law-abiding citizen in the occupied territory, angrily pick up an old family heirloom to avenge his wife and children who had perished at the hands of the Germans, I felt more than just the satisfaction of watching German soldiers, stained with the blood of the French people, fall. Rather, I felt the powerful impact of the film's masterful montage. As Julien, the French doctor with the same ordinary French name as the protagonist of *The Red and the Black*, killed German soldiers while reminiscing about his life with his beloved wife, the longing and sorrow on his face evoked a profound, almost Christian, compassion.

What astonished me most was that Julien's memories were filled with images of his wife flirting and cheating with other men. Seeing this, I was moved to tears.

Under the profound reverence for life, even betrayal and regret, usually considered part of love, have become an eternal, irretrievable beauty—for some reason, I once felt this was the greatest, most beautiful, and most sorrowful love I had ever witnessed…

And how wonderful it all feels to Ning Zhufu now, because it is real, it is vibrant—I often experience all this beauty in a hazy, drunken state with my father-in-law. I still remember the dream of Ning Hui, born on this bed, fluttering around me like a celestial spirit. That dream made me know that Ning Hui was an angel sent by heaven, one I had to protect with my life, as if my mission in this world was to bring happiness to this woman with an angelic heart and face. In

this bright and clear world, surrounded by wolves, to ensure the peaceful and happy life of such a beautiful woman who moves heaven and earth is such a proud, glorious, and yet arduous task!

Hysterical from being plied with his father-in-law's homemade liquor, Ning Zhufu, lost in thought, turned to the side, muttering "wife, wife," and chuckling in his drunken state. He reached out and placed his hand on Ning Hui, who was reading an English novel nearby. On his wrist, the Omega watch he'd brought back from a long journey from Xiaoyanzi to K City gleamed with a soft golden light.

Ning Hui's gaze softened as she looked at the watch, and she reached out to lovingly stroke Ning Zhufu's wrist…

The next evening, after dinner, and after my mother-in-law had finished her repeated admonitions to Ning Hui not to throw tantrums again, I drove my wife and I home. Even though I intentionally or unintentionally flaunted the Omega watch on my wrist, constantly finding things to say, teasing and coaxing her, Ning Hui barely paid any attention to me.

As we were almost back in the city, Ning Hui suddenly said to me, "Drop me off at the pedestrian street. You go back first; I've arranged to go shopping with Mei Mei."

When we arrived at the pedestrian street, I dropped Ning Hui off and grinned sheepishly, "Wife, I'll pick you up later."

Ning Hui looked at me, her face expressionless, bit her lip, and simply said, "Oh, no need, I'll come back myself."

Then I drove home, but then I thought, since I had nothing else to do, I might as well meet with Boss Qiu to settle things with Little Swallow first, lest he think I was the boss when I slept with that gangster's woman, but a coward when he comes to settle accounts.

This wasn't Ning Hui's usual style. Although my wife's anger hadn't subsided, things had to be dealt with one step at a time. Whether the next steps would be a blessing or a curse, we'd have to deal with them one by one. Boss

Qiu's call went through, and he agreed to meet me at a teahouse I specified—to negotiate.

I'm not sure if "negotiation" is the right word, but in the current situation, it definitely has that connotation. Boss Qiu might have negotiated countless times when dividing up territory and business with underworld figures, but negotiating over a woman—I don't know if this is the first time.

It certainly is for me.

I found a quiet corner in the teahouse and waited for a while. Boss Qiu arrived.

Surprisingly, he came alone! This surprised me a bit. It seems like a triad boss isn't really a triad if he doesn't have some henchmen to show off.

It had been a while since I'd seen him. Boss Qiu had a buzz cut a little longer than half an inch, and he looked much younger and more prosperous than before, with a bright forehead and rosy complexion—probably from being successful in love. After all, having a woman like Luo Xiaoyan in one's arms is like a decade of spring rain.

Boss Qiu nodded at me with an expressionless face, a greeting, and sat down. I ordered a pot of fine Longjing tea. After the waiter finished brewing the tea and left, I smiled wistfully and said, "Thank you, Boss Qiu. You truly made me appreciate your generosity and righteousness in helping President Feng."

Boss Qiu gave a soft hum, then took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and handed it to me, gesturing for me to take one.

Damn, I get this perk every time I meet Boss Qiu—another Cuban cigar! I picked up a robust cigar, put it to my lips, and took a deep sniff! Damn, legend has it that the best Cuban cigars are made by rubbing them against women's thighs. This smell...it sounds like the intoxicating, pungent scent of a passionate, muscular Caribbean thigh.

"Hehe,"

I grinned, "This is fucking good stuff!"

Boss Qiu didn't say anything, picked up his cup, blew on it a few times, and took a small sip. "If Mr. Nan likes it, I'll send you some more sometime."

"Hehe, Boss Qiu, you're too kind,"

I finally met Boss Qiu's gaze properly. In ancient terms, Boss Qiu and I were sympathetic brothers, which is much more harmonious, warm, and poetic than the modern equivalent of "love rivals," which sounds full of struggle and hatred.

However, I looked at Boss Qiu with sympathy, but Boss Qiu didn't seem to care. I saw his gaze turn cold and harsh. After looking at me like that for a while, he said quietly, "Alright, I've said it before, the matter of Director Feng is one thing and the other is another. I have my principles. As long as I still consider you a brother, I'll do the same next time something like this happens. But that doesn't mean I'm ignoring Luo Xiaoyan's matter."

Then Boss Qiu paused and sighed, "I know you went to K City to see Luo Xiaoyan this time, and I also know that you've been seeing Luo Xiaoyan all along, right?"

"You already know, and you're still asking me? You've actually been monitoring me all along, haven't you?"

I smiled faintly, trying my best to appear calm.

"Okay, then let's not beat around the bush. I haven't interfered with your relationship with Xiaoyan for so long. But this matter needs to be settled."

Boss Qiu lit a cigar.

“Yes, that’s why I’ve been looking for you several times while you were out of town. Things have to go on like this.”

I lit a cigar.

“What do you plan to do?”

Boss Qiu squinted and took a sip of tea. The context of this question was actually guiding me to give the answer he wanted—Comrade Ning, the cook, voluntarily withdrew.

“What do I plan to do?”

I also squinted and took a sip of tea. “It’s not up to me, it’s up to Xiao Yan, and of course, it’s up to you, Boss Qiu.”

Boss Qiu didn’t seem to understand what I meant, looking at me suspiciously. I exhaled a puff of smoke and continued, “Can I ask you a few questions?”

“Hmm.”

This time, Boss Qiu followed my puff of smoke and nodded.

"Remember when you took me to the villa to see..."

I was too embarrassed to say the words "live sex show," but Boss Qiu's expression showed he understood what I meant. "...Back then, you told me your dream, can I say it like this? Your dream was to have a love affair with Xiao Yan that was completely harmonious, body and soul, right?"

Boss Qiu's lips trembled slightly, as if a deep-seated part of his heart had been touched. I noticed this and continued, "So, lately, when you've been with Xiao Yan, have you noticed any changes?"

This time, it wasn't just Boss Qiu's lips that were trembling, but his whole body. Then I saw his previously cold gaze soften slightly: "You mean... what do you mean?"

I smiled, trying to make it sound like I was at ease: "We're both straightforward men, we believe in the principle of no beating around the bush, so let's be frank, when you're having sex with Xiao Yan, have you noticed any changes in her?"

Now Boss Qiu seemed to completely understand, "You mean, you played a role in it?"

"Answer me first, has anything changed? Don't you gradually feel that when Xiaoyan makes love to you, she's not just giving you her body, but also gradually opening her heart to you? Even, she gave you her first orgasm under you."

At this moment, I saw Boss Qiu's gaze soften completely, and then he nodded thoughtfully—truly a smart man. Then Boss Qiu gave a bitter laugh: "I didn't expect you to witness that live sex show. Now I don't even have a secret about what I do with women in bed anymore."

Boss Qiu's face flushed red. "Xiaoyan told you everything? In the end, her heart is still with you. You're still the winner, aren't you?"

"You're wrong, Boss Qiu. Why must we settle this between us? If you heard Xiao Yan say one day, 'I won't leave Boss Qiu,' would you still consider yourself the loser?"

Boss Qiu gave another bitter smile. "Then, I'm truly blessed. Xiao Yan, how could you possibly have fallen for a roughneck like me?"

Sometimes, inferiority truly lives next door to self-respect. It's hard to imagine that Boss Qiu, a powerful figure in the underworld, would utter such humble words.

Looking at Boss Qiu's expression, I felt a sense of satisfaction that the situation was now in my favor. I casually poured water into his teacup and said leisurely, "Yes, Luo Xiaoyan really did say that to me. She won't leave you. At least, not now."

"Hmm,"

Boss Qiu murmured softly, looking at me as if he couldn't believe his ears. "She really? Said that?"

"Absolutely,"

I said firmly. "Yes, she said that, so don't underestimate your importance in Xiaoyan's heart. But,"

I paused, trying to let Boss Qiu process this drastically changed information, "the current situation is that she doesn't want to leave you, and she doesn't want to leave me. I admit that I've developed some feelings for Luo Xiaoyan. So what should we do? Do we have to fight each other to the death? Or?"

"Or what?"

Well, I can finally say what I've been wanting to say all day. I smiled. "Or should we double the love we give Xiaoyan?"

"Damn it!"

Being a seasoned street urchin, Boss Qiu's coarse language slipped out unintentionally. "I get what you mean, is this okay? Are you telling a story or something?"

"Why not? Look at Xiao Yan's transformation. Does she need any proof? Besides, neither you nor I can be with Xiao Yan forever. Having this connection to give her more love, why isn't that good? Xiao Yan is a good girl, her life has been full of hardship, her background is very difficult..."

At this point, I felt myself almost choking up with emotion.

"I... understand," Boss Qiu said, taking a deep drag on his cigar...

Just then, my phone rang. I saw it was Zeng Da Xia calling, and I was secretly pleased, thinking he was calling me to pick up my wife.

I stood up, gestured to Boss Qiu, and then went to answer the phone. But when I heard Zeng Da Xia's voice on the other end, I was stunned.

Zeng Daxia asked me on the phone, "Is Ning Hui with you? I want to talk to her, but I can't get through to her phone."

"Huh?"

I was stunned. "Didn't she tell me she was going shopping with you tonight? You...you weren't together tonight?"

"No? We didn't go shopping together. She hasn't contacted me at all tonight, and I'm trying to reach her now,"

Zeng Meimei said on the phone.

What's going on? My mind went blank. I quickly called Ning Hui's phone, but the message was: "The user you dialed is not in service..."

Chapter 71: Car Sex

Back when my first love got married—and to a man not even as handsome as me—I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Now,

that familiar phrase from the mobile company, "The user you dialed is not in service..."—is bringing back that feeling in a completely different, even more intense way. It's still haunting me, and I'm completely dumbfounded. I

was hoping to coax my wife tonight; I'd even planned to write a heart-wrenching apology and give a tearful reading if kneeling on the keyboard didn't work. But now, my target has vanished from the radar screen, the kite string in my hand has snapped!

And clearly, Ning Hui lied. This has never happened since the green project started at Ning Mansion. Is my wife deliberately playing this disappearing act to annoy me? Or...

Comrade Ning, whose imagination is usually quite vivid, dared not think any further. He felt as if his wooden body had fallen into a deep trench in the Pacific Ocean, cold and powerless. It took him a long time to be brought back to his senses by the humming of a girl next to him. The girl was humming a little tune as she walked past me...

The melody was familiar and beautiful. I understood; she was singing, "I know, I've always had a pair of invisible wings..."

I returned to my seat with Boss Qiu, my mind in turmoil, and Boss Qiu saw my distraught face. The boss asked with some surprise, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

The phrase "backyard on fire" flashed through my mind, but I didn't dare say it aloud. In my muddled state, I forced a forced smile, my features contorted. "Oh, no... nothing. Well... let's stop here for today. I have something to take care of right away."

Boss Qiu nodded thoughtfully, seemingly pondering the reason for my sudden change in mood, or perhaps reflecting on Ning Zhufu's bizarre theory about Luo Xiaoyan's love transforming from one person's to two.

Before leaving the teahouse, the last image of Boss Qiu that came to mind was his extra-long buzz cut, which strangely reminded me of Grandpa Meng from "If You Are the One"... So I still struggled to say to Boss Qiu meaningfully, "Boss Qiu, why don't you change your hairstyle? Go bald, you know what Meng Fei is like..."

After saying goodbye to Boss Qiu, it was around nine o'clock, neither early nor late, and I suddenly didn't know where to go. Ning Mansion was on the left, but I inexplicably drove out and onto the right lane, then wandered around the spider web of city lanes like a headless fly. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Ning was just driving around aimlessly, but Ning probably wanted to know which of the city's myriad lights his wife was under at that moment. Every ten minutes, I would call my wife's cell phone, but all I heard was that damn "out of service area" message...

Now I knew what it meant to be on edge, feeling like ants were crawling and cats were scratching inside me, surrounded by thorns. I felt that if I could find out where my wife was right now, I would beg her on my knees in the street.

What was going on? I then remembered that last night and today at my in-laws' house, Ning Hui's behavior had been somewhat inexplicably abnormal. Although she started talking to me later, it always felt like she was deliberately keeping herself shrouded in mystery, making it impossible to see her true face; or she would stare at me blankly for a long time, and when that look made me want to coax her, she would deliberately turn her head away, pouting and occasionally letting out a soft hum—but I always thought that my wife was still angry...

Then I realized that I hadn't been paying enough attention to my wife lately. I had always thought that Ning Hui was just under too much pressure at work, as she herself said. So I've been feeling a bit down, but I haven't thought about the deeper reasons. Adding to that, there was the recent fight with her handsome lover, and today I suddenly encountered my husband, Ning, who brazenly met with his lover without telling me—although he used the excuse of taking a watch as a shield, cheating is an undeniable fact. Besides, these past two days, my wife mentioned quitting her job so casually, and I didn't investigate further… Women's resentment is always like this, like silt accumulating in a river, slowly building up, seemingly unnoticed until one day you realize her resentment has filled the riverbed, its explosive force enough to change the course of the river.

Thinking about all this, I slapped my forehead and cursed myself, "What a jerk I am! I was only thinking about how I was enjoying myself with my wife and her lover, having them on both sides, completely ignoring the core principles and values of the Ning Mansion's 'Wife is Heaven' project."

What on earth has my wife been thinking about lately? The thought suddenly jolted me awake, and I quickly swerved through several intersections, heading back to Ning Mansion.

I guessed right; Ning was rushing back to sneak a peek at his wife's diary to see if there were any updates, or any clues that could connect to her sudden disappearance.

I felt a surge of excitement, like grasping at a straw, when then I heard a loud "bang"—a line of cars in front of me was waiting at a red light. By the time I reacted and tried to brake, it was too late; I crashed head-on into the back of the car in front. Then a burly man in the car in front of me got out, cursing and spewing profanities: "Damn it, what kind of driver are you? Are your eyes in your ass?"

To make matters worse—who invented that phrase? I hate you!

I had no choice but to get out and deal with the aftermath. Because it was night, the visibility was poor, so I couldn't immediately pay attention to any unusual features in the man's figure or appearance. When I got closer and took a good look at the burly man who had just been spewing profanities, I was completely dumbfounded!

Holy crap, what a small world—who invented that phrase again?

The burly man in front of me was none other than the bearded guy I had swindled out of a thousand dollars at the nightclub that night!

This is what they call a vengeance with a vengeance, a debt with a debtor! I've never won five dollars in the lottery, and it turns out all my luck has come my way. I quickly turned my face away, covering my face with my hands, not daring to meet his gaze. But this bearded guy didn't hold back, staring at me intently like a dog smelling its favorite scent, making me so terrified I prayed there was a hole in the ground I could disappear into. When there was no hole, I prayed the bearded guy's eyesight wasn't good enough to recognize me—after all, that night I was the Japanese ronin Kawabata Juro…

“Heh,”

the bearded guy finally spoke, pointing at my chest. True to his name, his eyes bulged like a bull's. “Don't tell me it wasn't you, huh? My eyesight is excellent. That night at Night Love, it was you, wasn't it? You son of a bitch, I only realized it after you took that thousand dollars. I was wondering how this was so strange. Tell me, that woman that night, you knew her all along, didn't you?”

Oh my god, can I cry now, bearded guy? If you can, I'll cry for you so you won't ask me anymore, okay?

"Who is that woman to you?"

The bearded guy actually put his arm around my neck and asked me relentlessly, clearly more interested in my wife than the thousand yuan.

"Oh, you've mistaken me for someone else?"

I quickly laughed it off. "This car hit you, you know, how much money do you want? I won't report it."

"Wait a minute, we'll talk about compensation later,"

the bearded guy pressed on. "It's definitely you. I'm a director. Even though you had a beard, glasses, and makeup that day, I can still imagine what you look like without it. Stop acting, buddy. What really happened that day? Why were you wearing makeup? Did you just want to scam a thousand dollars from us? What happened between you and that girl?"

"Ah? It's him!"

Just then, another person got out of the car in front and came up to me and the bearded guy. I recognized him as one of the guys who had been with the bearded guy that night. He quickly pointed at me and said, "Damn, you think you can fool us just because you changed your clothes? You're trying to scam us out of money, huh? Brother Niu, it's him."

"What are you talking about?"

Seeing that I couldn't lie anymore, I quickly chuckled and said, "I really don't know that woman. I put on makeup because, you know, we're all married men, we have to be mindful of our image."

"Really?"

The bearded man released his grip on my neck with a hint of disbelief, then gave me a strange smile and said, "Really don't know her? Do you have her phone number?"

"No...no,"

I quickly replied.

"Well, since that's the case,"

the bearded guy pretended to fiddle with the spot on his car where I'd hit it, then lit a cigarette, squinted as he exhaled, and slowly uttered, "Then pay me two thousand."

Damn, I looked at it; actually, my car was in worse shape. He just needed some paint repairs, a matter of three or four hundred yuan, but he was trying to squeeze two thousand out of me. It was obvious...

Then the bearded guy glanced at me sideways, "What's wrong? Feeling it's unfair? I didn't try to extort you. This is entirely your fault."

"Fair, fair,"

I thought, wanting to avoid trouble, and quickly nodded, but then suddenly remembered something, my face showing difficulty, "I don't actually have that much cash on me. I only have a thousand yuan. Why don't you give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the rest to you?"

"Haha,"

the bearded man laughed heartily, "Alright, I have things to do too, I won't waste any more time with you. Give me your phone number, I'll send you my bank card number."

Well, I had no choice. Seeing the growing crowd of onlookers, I reluctantly gave him my number, hoping to escape as quickly as possible. After writing down the number, the bearded man took the thousand yuan I obediently handed over, seemingly satisfied, walked around to me, patted me on the shoulder, and then said meaningfully, "Buddy, what goes around comes around." He then got

into his car with his buddy and sped away.

Yes, bearded man, what goes around comes around. I swindled you out of a thousand, and now you're extorting two thousand from me. "You slut!"

I spat angrily.

Just as I got back to my car and was about to start it, the phone rang. I instinctively thought it was my wife calling, but it turned out to be Miss Qiu.

"Where are you?"

Miss Qiu's voice was slurred and reeked of alcohol, and she blurted out this question as if we were old friends.

I was completely stunned. Did I know Miss Qiu that well? "

Oh...outside. What's up?"

"Where are you? Can you come to the pedestrian plaza now? I want to see you."

"What's wrong? Is everything alright? Right now..."

I suddenly felt a cold sweat break out all over my body. Good heavens, what was Miss Qiu up to this time? My wife's been missing for a while now, I have no time to waste dealing with these rich girls. I quickly tried to deflect the issue, "Oh, I was just about to go home. Can we do it another day?"

"Hmph, don't lie to me. I know you were just with Boss Qiu. What's wrong? You have time with him, but not with me?"

"Oh, no, Tingting, don't misunderstand. I really need to go home now, my wife is waiting for me..."

I was about to say my wife was waiting at home, but Miss Qiu interrupted me, "Hehe, so your wife is waiting for you at home, right? Don't worry, I won't take up much of your time."

"Oh, this... or... or maybe another day? I'll contact you tomorrow, okay?"

I really didn't want anything unexpected or troublesome tonight, but I couldn't afford to offend Miss Qiu, especially since she was, after all, my benefactor...

"Are you coming or not? You heartless bastard! If it weren't for me and my dad standing up for you, you'd have been beaten into a panda by that Feng guy, you know? Let me tell you, if you don't come now, you'll face the consequences!"

What the hell is this? Why do women all like to act like princesses? I cautiously asked, "Tingting, I didn't do anything to you. What consequences do I have to bear?"

"I'll tell my dad you're after me, you're raping me! I'll say you're ungrateful! Don't you know what my dad does? You haven't seen how ruthless he is to those who repay kindness with enmity, have you?"

Oh my god, Tingting seems so well-mannered, why is she so unruly? Turns out, women's shrewishness has no bottom line. I quickly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, grandma, you're all grandmas, I'll do it, I'll do it, okay!"

I had no choice but to turn the car around and drive towards the place Miss Qiu had agreed to meet. As I drove, I sent a text message to my wife: "Wife, where are you? I'm going crazy with worry!"

When I met Miss Qiu at the agreed location, it turned out that Miss Qiu had driven her own car. She asked me to find a place to park her car, and then asked me to get into her red car.

As expected of a wealthy family's daughter, this car was clearly equipped with top-of-the-line features, exuding grandeur. Paired with a beauty like Miss Qiu, it perfectly embodied the ideal of a beautiful woman in a luxury car. Moreover, Miss Qiu seemed to be dressed appropriately for the occasion, wearing a bright red evening gown. The deep V-neckline revealed her prominent M-shaped breasts, and the high slit in the side of the gown subtly revealed her smooth, white thighs, making them alluringly visible. Her most captivating feature was her alluring hip line, which, with each unintentional movement, revealed glimpses of her white panties.

Miss Qiu was still wearing glasses, the only thing that clashed slightly with her evening gown, but from another angle, it added a touch of girlish charm and intellect to her captivating allure.

I, Yi Ai, settled into the passenger seat, inwardly groaning at this arrangement. "Tingting, did you come here to talk business, or to commit a crime?" To lighten the mood, I casually remarked, "Tingting, you look so radiant, did you just go to some party?"

"I knew you wouldn't skip it!"

Miss Qiu didn't answer directly, a victorious smile spreading across her face before she stepped on the gas, and my red car sped off.

Her breath, sweet as orchids, carried a hint of intoxication.

Even though the traffic was thinning, Miss Qiu's fast driving still made me a little worried. "You...you seem to have been drinking, that's drunk driving! Let me drive! Where are we going so late? I still need to...I still need to get home!" Miss Qiu glanced at

me in the rearview mirror: "Who asked you to drive? So what if I've been drinking and driving? So what if I'm having a heart attack!"

Well, it seemed the more I talked, the more excited Miss Qiu became. I quickly shut up, but my heart was still pounding. Where was this Tingting, who seemed so agitated tonight, going to take me? I silently hoped some police officer would do me a favor and pull over this conspicuous car for a DUI check, and that would be the end of the night. But

the traffic police I was hoping for never appeared, even after Tingting drove out of the city and onto a mountain road. Instead, the beautiful night view of the city unfolded before my eyes outside the car window—a dazzling river of lights, a mesmerizing spectacle.

It turned out Tingting had driven to a scenic park built on a mountainside on the outskirts of the city. A

gentle night breeze was blowing outside, and no one seemed inclined to get out of the car. I was actually thinking about how to finish today's ordeal as soon as possible and get home to my wife, while Tingting calmly took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, lit them, and then remained silent for a long time.

"Hmm..."

I couldn't sit still any longer. At this rate, we might not even finish talking tomorrow. This was really getting me into trouble. How was I supposed to explain this to my wife when I got back? I quickly asked, trying to keep my tone calm and not show the slightest impatience. I knew I couldn't afford to offend Miss Qiu tonight. "Tingting, what's up?"

"Waaah,"

suddenly, Tingting covered her mouth with her hand and started sobbing...

I panicked a little and quickly asked, "Why are you crying all of a sudden? What's wrong, Tingting?"

"My dad, why is my dad so unreasonable?"

Tingting sobbed, her breasts heaving slightly, looking very alluring.

"How is he unreasonable?"

Thankfully, hearing that, I felt half relieved. It seemed that Tingting had come to me as a confidant to help her with her emotional problems. At least she didn't have any ulterior motives towards me.

"He insists on introducing me to some boyfriend from a similar social class, forcing me to marry him. But I don't even like him, how can I marry him? I know Boss Qiu is pressuring me to get married so he can continue seeing that little vixen! All he can think about right now is that little vixen!"

Tingting burst out, rattling off a string of words without stopping.

"Slow down, slow down..."

Hearing the word "little vixen," I felt a chill run down my spine and quickly interrupted Tingting, "The little vixen you're talking about, is... what's going on?"

"Hmph, keep pretending, you men are all the same. That little vixen is Luo Xiaoyan! Don't you know her? You're probably very familiar with her."

Damn it, this situation is getting complicated again. How did it get involved with Xiaoyan again? I quickly shut up; it's best to say less in this situation.

Tingting continued, "How am I any worse than Luo Xiaoyan? She gets all the good performance opportunities, and my dad said if I don't get married, he'll send me abroad to study. Why? Am I worse than Luo Xiaoyan as a model? Can't I continue modeling? Only Luo Xiaoyan can? My dad protects her so much, isn't he just bewitched by that vixen in bed?"

Damn, this is a battle between women! Women, if you don't compare, they're all sisters; once you do, they're all enemies! I quickly tried to smooth things over, "Oh, oh, not at all. Isn't it good that your dad sent you abroad to study? I'd love to, but I haven't even had a chance. Besides, Tingting is so pretty, who's worse than her? You won first place in that modeling competition, Luo Xiaoyan was only second."

"Hmph, I don't care! I know that first place was given to me by Boss Qiu!"

Then Tingting blinked at me, and then asked quietly, "What did you just say? I'm not worse than anyone? I'm not worse than Luo Xiaoyan, right?"

"Oh, of course, of course,"

I quickly laughed and said, "How could I dare say I'm worse than Xiao Yanzi in this situation?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized what it meant to say something that could cause trouble. Suddenly, a tall, slender figure in red and white flashed by, and with the agility of a rabbit, she stood up and stepped over from the driver's seat next to me. With a beautiful butt, she sat down on me! Then, she stretched out her fragrant, fleshy arms and tightly wrapped them around my neck, fixing my face in a slightly upward, expectant position. Without a word, she opened her full, rounded lips and bit down on mine—even though I instinctively kept my mouth closed and struggled earnestly, the faintly alcoholic scent of her saliva still seeped into my mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance with every drop…

And she kept moaning, “I’m no worse than her, then prove it to me! Prove it to me!”

What the hell is she doing, Tingting? My mind went completely blank for a moment. I never imagined that Tingting would be so fierce. When I came to my senses, I saw that Tingting was already trying to unzip my pants. Because the slit of Tingting's evening dress was quite high, her straddling position with her legs spread wide inevitably caused the hem of the dress to be completely pulled up to her waist. This pull directly exposed the small round mountain formed by Tingting's white panties, displaying it completely in front of my eyes. Even though my eyes were unwilling to look away, I only glanced at it, but that glance was enough to catch a glimpse of the truly sinful white-and-black, that blackness, and that darkness that even a househusband could not resist, as plump and firm as the triangle of Tingting's round mountain in front of her crotch. How could this be? I couldn't help but open my mouth and swallow. Now, Tingting seized the opportunity, and her smooth, fragrant tongue slowly slipped into my mouth and began to stir...

"Mmm, no, no... What are you doing?... No...!"

A lone man and woman, in a desolate, remote place, a car stranded alone—the scene inside was absurdly comical. The voices were coming from a man! No mistake, it was Ning Zhufu making those sounds! I pushed against Tingting's attempts to pull my manhood out, my voice almost a cry of pleading...

But Tingting wouldn't give up. One hand desperately tugged at my clothes, the other frantically searched my crotch, her mouth constantly biting my tongue...

She kept muttering, "You're still moving, still moving, aren't you? If you keep moving, I'll scream!"

What the hell is this world? Who's raping whom? Now it's the rape victim who doesn't scream, but the rapist has to scream?

My hands were desperately trying to protect my lower body, preserving my last shred of chastity. Suddenly, in the struggle, with a "rip," the Seven Wolves short-sleeved t-shirt I was wearing today was torn open by Tingting from the collar. I couldn't help but cry out, and my hands, which were busy protecting myself, instinctively loosened. Just then, Tingting seized the opportunity and reached into my crotch to grab my penis!

Once she grabbed it, Tingting showed no sign of letting go, still relentlessly nagging, "Didn't you say I'm no worse than her? Why is it still so limp here? Is it like this when you're with her too?"

"Ah...no, I'm not with her..."

I cried out desperately, "Tingting, you...can you be rational? Don't do this!"

I reached out to try and remove Tingting's hand from my penis.

"Slap!"

Tingting slapped my hand. "Hmph, you men are all the same! You think I don't know what your relationship with Luo Xiaoyan is like? Believe me or not, I'll tell Boss Qiu that you cheated on his woman!"

Damn, what kind of girl is this young Miss Qiu? So many schemes! I felt Tingting was going to keep going, and things were getting serious. But I didn't know what to do. I'd only ever thought that raping a woman was a very difficult skill, but refusing to be raped was even more difficult.

Actually, with my brute strength, Miss Qiu wouldn't be a match for me if we got physical. But today, Miss Qiu seemed to be united against me, as if she would devour me alive if I didn't submit. I couldn't bring myself to use force to avoid being raped—I really didn't know what kind of earth-shattering things this young lady would do if I did. I could only continue to beg and plead with this beautiful woman to let me go.

Hesitatingly, Tingting held onto my penis tightly, then suddenly bent down, opened her mouth, and accurately took my penis into her mouth and began to suck on it!

"Ah?"

I instinctively cried out in surprise, and along with the fear came the slippery, comfortable feeling of my penis being enveloped in the woman's warm, moist lips. I couldn't help but instinctively straighten up, and my originally soft penis shamefully and joyfully became erect in Tingting's mouth.

Seeing this, Tingting seemed to receive an incredibly excited signal, and she took my already hard penis deep into her mouth and began to suck it forcefully…

Tingting’s oral skills carried a primal desire and passion. It was clear that her technique wasn’t particularly skillful, but it was also clear that this wasn’t her first time doing this.

“Ah, no, no, Tingting, don’t do this…”

I grabbed Tingting’s hair with both hands. The instinctive euphoria that my penis brought to her mouth, combined with the remaining rationality in my body, made me feel like I was about to break apart. This split between consciousness and instinct made my penis even more engorged and erect under Tingting’s sucking.

“Mmm… I just mean… am I worse than Luo Xiaoyan? I don’t believe that your penis… won’t get hard with me?”

Tingting muttered to herself as she sucked on me.

Damn it, am I some kind of tool for you to fight with Xiaoyanzi or what? Before I could even come to my senses, Tingting’s even more explosive actions followed.

Seeing that my penis was already hard as steel from being sucked, she stood up, straddled my waist again, and then slid her panties between her legs. She pulled my erect, glistening penis towards her honeypot and plopped down on it.

"Ah, no—"

Before I could finish my "no," Tingting had already pulled my hand to one of her exposed, full, firm breasts, and then began her signature piston-like movements on my penis…

Damn, Tingting's breasts felt so full and smooth, though I only thought it to myself and dared not say it aloud. I closed my eyes, and amidst the tingling pleasure of my penis enveloped in the warm, wet walls of Tingting's honeypot, a wave of dreamlike grief and indignation washed over me: Was I, a grown man, really being raped?

Then I felt the car body start to sway slightly. I could imagine how reckless Tingting's actions were in raping me, and... this rape even included sex in the car?

At this moment, Tingting started to moan softly, and the words that kept popping out of her moans were: "Hmm, am I worse than that... little vixen?"

At this point, I didn't know whether to continue enjoying the pleasure of being raped or to slap the beautiful woman who was thrusting against my penis away. Just as my consciousness was in a state of confusion, my phone rang!

I instinctively took out my phone and saw that not only was I covered in sweat, but my penis was also completely limp!

It was my wife calling!

I quickly picked up the phone: "Wife... where... where are you?"

"I'm at home now. I'm asking you, where are you now?"

Ning Hui's voice was cold and stern.

"Ah... I'm outside..."

I glanced at the woman sitting on me, my penis still inside her vagina. This Miss Qiu, more ferocious than an animal tonight, almost made me cry. How was I going to explain this to my wife? "I ran into some trouble outside, I... I'll be right back..."

I stammered, almost incoherently.

Before I could finish, my phone was snatched away by Miss Qiu with a "smack." This animal-like woman only hesitated for a moment before throwing the phone out the car window!

As she threw it, she grumbled, "Just one phone call, and your dick's gone limp. What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? How can you be so domineering?"

This time, Miss Qiu really angered me. I suddenly threw the unreasonable girl who was still riding on me off and yelled at her, "That's my wife, are you deaf?"

After saying that, I opened the car door and got out of the car. I didn't even have time to pull up my pants. I searched the ground naked for my phone. When I saw my phone, I was really scared. It must have rained on the mountain yesterday. There was a puddle next to the car, and my phone had been thrown right into that puddle...

I had no idea where I was. When I pulled the phone out of the water, the car parked next to me suddenly started up with a beep, and then with a screech, all four wheels started spinning and pulling the car. It spun around and sped off down the mountain...

Obviously, Miss Qiu drove me off up the mountain because my dick went soft when she raped me?

Damn it!

Then I looked at myself. In the dead of night, in this desolate mountain wilderness, I was penniless except for a few loose coins. My t-shirt was torn, my penis was limp, and my phone was a lifeless corpse…

I felt no tears, only a sigh as I looked up at the sky. The sky above was unusually clear and vast, dotted with stars, as if every shining star was smiling at me…

December 4th,

Chapter 72: The Derailed Ning Mansion Green Project.

It wasn't a mountain breeze that sent a chill down my spine; I thought I was dreaming. This hillside viewing park was supposedly infested with wolves before. I thought it was just middle-aged and elderly women pretending to be wolf grandmothers to scare their grandchildren. Today, I truly believe there are wolves in the mountains, and a lustful she-wolf at that!

Damn, what a fierce bastard!

Bro, today was truly legendary. If I were to write a report about my ordeal and publish it in the newspaper tomorrow, it would definitely be one of the city's top ten news stories of the year. This hillside park would probably be a hot topic, with countless male fans swarming the area hoping to encounter this legendary female wolf who can rape men.

Actually, the female wolf is irrelevant; the real tigress is the wife at home. I don't know how to explain this to my wife when I get home. This mess is truly outrageous. Even on the verge of death, he's still full of bizarre thoughts. It's truly bizarre beyond belief.

Actually, I knew things had really gotten out of hand. I did the math: even at an Olympic-level race walking pace, it would take at least two hours to walk down the mountain from here to where I could see the Tyco. The problem was, after the bearded man swindled me out of a thousand dollars, all the loose change I had was enough for a bowl of beef noodles—the kind made with hot water, like Master Kong instant noodles. It wouldn't even be enough to take a taxi to where I parked. At this rate, by the time I got home, the chickens would be crowing.

Of course, men don't easily shed tears, but not as pitiful as this cook—I really, really wanted to cry…

With a screech, as I was driving down the dark, winding mountain road and reached a bend, a bright light flashed before my eyes. The red BMW, like a ghost, suddenly reversed in front of me, its taillights on. Then Miss Qiu poked her head out and shouted, “Get in! How long will it take you to walk like this?”

I saw a hint of apology on Miss Qiu's face; she had a heart of gold, after all. But, a gentleman can be slept with, but not humiliated! I pouted and muttered, “No!”

This cook meant I could give you my body, but I couldn't lose my dignity.

I didn't even glance at that she-wolf, holding my head high with dignity, and brushed past the BMW.

With a screech, seeing Ning Zhufu's pretentious act, Miss Qiu lost face, pouted, and then stepped on the gas, speeding off again.

This is great! Looks like I'm really going to put on this mountain stroll performance tonight—another mountain breeze swept in! I couldn't help but shiver; even at the end of summer, the cool mountain breeze still felt like a refreshing spring.

Actually… Tingting, don't tell me not to touch me. If another tractor stopped in front of me, I would get on it. Your brother Nan was just teasing you…

Just as I was about to cry, I walked to another corner, and damn it, that tractor was actually parked on the side of the road. Tingting had already gotten off and was standing gracefully to the side. When I got closer, she took the initiative to come to me. This time, her expression was much more sincere than before. Seeing her lower her head, she timidly said to me in a very gentle tone, completely different from the way she looked like she wanted to eat me alive just now: “Brother Nan, I’m sorry, I was wrong just now. Get on the tractor, okay?”

After saying that, she even reached out to touch the tear in my t-shirt.

Instinctively, I backed away, quickly stammering, "No, no... don't touch me! I'm scared, grandma! Can I get in the car myself?"

The she-wolf is fierce; men should stay away. Now I knew I had to keep my distance. I deliberately went around to the back of the car and got in through the back door. As soon as I settled in, Miss Qiu stretched out a hand from the driver's seat, holding a stack of red... RMB!

What's she going to do? Brother... I don't sell myself, haha. Before I could even process this, Tingting turned around and gave me an awkward smile, her expression full of guilt: "Sorry, Brother Nan, I dropped your phone in the water earlier, didn't I? Here's three thousand yuan to replace your phone, is that enough?"

Damn, this is insulting! My phone only cost five hundred yuan, and I still have the receipt.

I firmly refused Miss Qiu's offer. I don't know if she really considered it payment for my phone or as payment for my prostitution, but it was quite obvious that this Miss Qiu seemed to have sobered up. She only cared about driving the whole way, and only after dropping me off at my parking spot on the pedestrian street did she sincerely and apologetically say, "I'm really sorry!"

Well, Tingting, at least you apologized. Now your brother Nan can't clear his name in front of his wife, not even if he jumped into the Milky Way.

I then drove home nervously, with a litter of rabbits in my arms. I guess even the meteorologists at Ning Mansion couldn't determine the storm level right now...

I gently turned the key, holding my breath, and opened the door. Surprisingly, the living room was brightly lit!

One, two, three... Besides my wife sitting blankly on the sofa, there were two other people in the house. I looked closely and saw that it was Zeng Daxia and her husband, Comrade Xiong Xiong.

The three men saw me enter, especially noticing my bare chest—the Seven Wolves t-shirt was all hype, it couldn't even withstand a tear, and the rip revealed a section of my nice pectoral muscle. Seeing my disheveled appearance, as if I'd been robbed or assaulted, they all simultaneously turned their gazes towards me. My wife

, Ning Hui, reacted the most strongly; I could almost hear the thud in her heart, the sound of a stone falling to the ground. But the shock in her eyes hadn't faded. After staring at me for a long time, she finally murmured, "Where...where have you been? Why are you like this?"

"Hehe,"

I forced a smile, partly to put on a brave face, and partly to lighten the mood.

Then this "Master Zeng" started yelling, this heartless fellow, always bringing up the most sensitive topics: "Huh? What's going on? Were you robbed or assaulted?"

Even if Master Zeng was right about both, not only was I extorted two thousand dollars, but I also couldn't bear the shame of being raped by a pretty girl... The problem is, what kind of occasion is this, Master Zeng? And what's with the talk of assault? What if my wife had no idea that a woman was involved in tonight's events? Your reminder would just make it seem like I'm protesting too much!

"I..."

Actually, I had already made up a story before I got home. I sat down next to Ning Hui, took a sip of the water she brought me, and quickly began to tell the story. "This is what happened. Tonight, I had arranged to have tea with Boss Qiu. Oh, Boss Qiu is a friend of mine, Ha Meimei. After tea, I was driving home when I had a minor collision with another car at an intersection... um, I rear-ended it... I couldn't get through to my wife on the phone, and I was so anxious and worried that I didn't pay attention,"

I said, deliberately glancing at my wife, but Ning Hui's expression remained unchanged... "The man got out of the car..." Without even asking what happened, they started hurling insults at me, acting like they were dealing with their own parents. The argument quickly escalated into a fierce fight. They outnumbered me, and I was alone, but I wasn't afraid at all. However, I was outnumbered. Look, those bastards tore my Seven Wolves t-shirt to shreds! Then, just then, my wife called. I took a break from the fight to talk to her, but one of those punks snatched my phone and slammed it to the ground. There happened to be a ditch, and the guy, with perfect aim, smashed my phone into it…”

"Hehe, you can fight too, Ning Zhufu? I didn't know that,"

Zeng Daxia said casually. "You turned off your phone for no reason, and it even alarmed my husband and me, so we came to your house. Do you know how worried your wife was? She almost cried! If you hadn't come back, she was going to call the police!"

"Sorry, honey,"

I chuckled, putting my arm around Ning Hui's waist. Ning Hui's eyes were indeed red. "I made my wife worry."

Ning Hui didn't look at me, just remained motionless like a jade Buddha. I couldn't tell from her expression whether she accepted the story Ning Zhufu made up tonight, which made the little rabbit in my heart, which had just calmed down a bit, start pounding again.

Zeng Daxia continued, "Your wife called me saying you suddenly disappeared. She said you sounded panicked on the phone before you disappeared. I could hear how anxious she was. It seems the robbery you were robbed last time really left a psychological scar on her. I was afraid something had happened to you, so my husband and I drove over right away. Seriously, if you hadn't shown up in another half hour, your wife said she was going to call the police."

"Oh, it's all my fault. I've got everything going on today. My car is wrecked, my Seven Wolves t-shirt is torn, and my phone is dead..."

Of course, there's something even worse that I didn't dare say. I was extorted two thousand yuan by that bastard with the bushy beard, and my male virginity was taken by a pretty girl—I not only became a mute, but I also suffered a bitter pill to swallow.

"Um, Meimei, Brother Xiong, it's so late and you've gone to all this trouble. Thank you."

Ning Hui blinked, straightened her body, and muttered softly, "It's good that you're back."

"Oh, we're family, no need for thanks. It's good that Comrade Ning is back safe and sound."

Zeng Daxia and his wife exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving Ning Mansion to go home. Before leaving, Xiong Xiong, who hadn't said much, came over and patted my shoulder, then grinned at me, "Take good care of your wife." From that smile

, I could tell that this guy had definitely figured out that my story was made up. After

Zeng Meimei and his wife left, Ning Hui and I tidied up, washed up, and went to bed. Ning Hui hadn't said much lately, and lay down on the bed first. I noticed that she lay down in a very unusual position, with her back to me.

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no! The weight had been lifted, but it was clear my wife's knot in her heart was still there. I quickly lay down on the bed and leaned towards Ning Hui, then reached out and hugged her from behind, her body clad in her pajamas—my wife had broken her unwavering habit of sleeping naked for the second time! This made me even more suspicious that the story I'd made up hadn't won her over. I couldn't help but cautiously and gently call out, "Wife…I'm sorry about today."

Ning Hui's body twitched slightly as I hugged her, but she still let my arms encircle her chest, and softly replied, her back still to me, "What's wrong? Be more careful outside next time."

Everything... was so peaceful, without the storm I'd imagined. This... this wasn't normal, but I didn't know what to do. There was one question I couldn't answer tonight, so after hesitating for a while, I finally mustered the courage to speak: "Wife, where... where did you go today? I couldn't get through on the phone..."

"Um... my phone died. It's late, honey, go to sleep."

Ning Hui answered softly, then rested her head on one hand, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

Now, Ning Hui was even more unable to sleep, but dared not ask any further. The little rabbits in her heart were fluttering wildly...

On Monday, Ning Hui went to work, so I took the car to the repair shop and transferred another thousand yuan to the card number the bearded guy had given me. This old scoundrel even called on Sunday when he sent me the card number, saying he didn't believe I didn't have my wife's—his so-called "nighttime goddess"—phone number. He said if I gave him the number, I wouldn't have to pay the thousand yuan, and he could even return the thousand yuan he'd already given me.

Damn, did he think I was that easy to bribe? Get this straight, bearded man, even if you offered me twenty million, I wouldn't give you my wife's number!

Later that afternoon, Zeng Daxia suddenly called, sounding very anxious, saying he needed to talk to me about something, and on the phone, he was yelling that I was in big trouble.

What big trouble? He hadn't told me directly on the phone. This made me anxious, so I quickly arranged to meet Zeng Daxia at a coffee shop. As soon as we sat down, Zeng Daxia bombarded me with questions: "Tell me honestly, what exactly did you do that night?"

"I...I already told you everything, didn't I?"

My scalp tingled. Could it be that my story was so childish that I hadn't fooled a single person?

"You're still not being honest? If you don't tell me, I'm telling you, I can't help you this time."

Zeng Daxia took a sip of coffee, his face unusually serious. It was clear that Zeng Daxia wasn't joking this time.

"What's wrong?"

My heart was in my throat.

"This morning, Ning Hui came out of the company on business and asked me to have lunch with her. She told me,"

Zeng Daxia paused, then added mysteriously, "that she heard a girl's voice on your phone that night. What exactly are you up to?"

"Huh?"

My head buzzed. What exactly did Tingting say when I was on the phone with Ning Hui that day? I was too shocked and confused to remember... No wonder Ning Hui acted so strangely afterward!

"I...this...how can I even begin to explain?"

The matter with Little Swallow wasn't even settled yet, and now this mess had struck. I was so anxious I was practically incoherent. "It's all over, it's all over, I'm completely hopeless now."

Then, under the sharp gaze of Master Zeng, I confessed the whole story, emphasizing, of course, that I had been raped.

"Pfft!" Unexpectedly, Master Zeng could still laugh without a care in the world. "Heh, raped by a beautiful woman who can't even kill a chicken? Who would believe that?"

"It's true!"

I quickly protested, then reiterated the unavoidable circumstances.

"Sigh, it seems you've been quite the honest, good-natured womanizer. I did

n't expect you to have so many tricks up your sleeve. I'm only now realizing how much your wife loves you. Do you know how much pressure she faced on that trip to America?

You know, Ning Hui has always had... feelings for that Mr. Wang guy, but this time in America, they were alone together for so long, and Mr. Wang launched an incredibly strong offensive. Your wife was afraid you'd misunderstand again, so she didn't let him succeed.

Ning Hui also told me that Mr. Wang's wife later approached her, practically begging Ning Hui to get back together with Mr. Wang, saying that Mr. Wang has become very depressed and his health is deteriorating because of Hui'er's constant rejections, and she hopes your wife can..." "Continuing to be nice to President Wang will cheer him up. He's under immense pressure at his company and can't afford any mistakes… Do you know what your wife's response was? Right! I'm a woman too, and I know how difficult this is for a woman. It's all because Hui'er has you in her heart, and you, first you went off to meet your lover without telling me, and now you've caused this mess. You've made Hui'er so heartbroken."

After Zeng Daxia's long speech, half my head was soaked with sweat. I was overwhelmed with emotion, realizing I hadn't been communicating with my wife enough lately. Ning Zhufu knew he'd really messed up this time.

"Then… what happened that night when I couldn't reach Ning Hui on the phone and she lied to me?"

I stammered timidly.

"Well, this isn't Hui'er's fault, it was all my idea!"

Zeng Meimei blinked mysteriously and pouted. "Ning Hui called me later and told me about your trip to K City. I said I couldn't let you off so easily, and that I'd give you a punishment for deceiving your wife, so you could experience what it's like to be deceived by your wife like that." "

So you two were putting on an act that day, deliberately making Ning Hui disappear?"

"Haha, that's right."

Zeng Daxia took a sip of coffee, looking quite smug. "What's wrong? Does being deceived by your wife feel particularly bad? The biggest taboo in this game is deception, whether intentional or unintentional, it will cause some bad consequences. Don't you understand that? You're such a scoundrel

, don't deny it." Damn you, Zeng Meimei, this isn't how you play the game. But, I admit I was wrong about this.

"Actually, your wife is really too good to you. She even told me she was very touched that you went all the way to pick up the watch. She had already forgiven you, but I insisted that she agree to play this double act with me to teach you a lesson. I didn't expect you to make things worse!"

"Then... what do we do now?"

At this moment, my heart had already flown to Ning Hui's side, and all I wanted to do was hold my wife, who had suffered so much grievance during this time, tightly in my arms.

"What else can we do? You've gotten yourself into big trouble."

Zeng Daxia deliberately raised his voice an octave to exclaim.

"What... what big trouble?"

"At lunch today, your wife told me very seriously that she didn't want to play this game anymore, saying that she was afraid that if she continued to play, she would lose you. I tried to persuade her not to take it too seriously, that it was all a misunderstanding and that we could clear it up, but it doesn't seem to have any effect yet."

"Huh?"

What's going on? Now, the green project that Ning Mansion just started not long ago is all over?

Damn it, this is really big. I didn't expect Ning Hui to think like this—but, as a woman, seeing her husband playing so wildly, it seems normal to have this worry.

On one hand, I was moved by how much I meant to my wife; on the other hand, if this "green project" fell apart, what would Ning Da, who was "better to die than not be cuckolded," think?

"Sigh!"

I sighed unconsciously, slapping my forehead. This was nobody's fault but my own for getting carried away and causing this mess.

Zeng Meimei, seemingly noticing my predicament, said with a nonchalant expression, "Hehehe, getting impatient, Comrade Lu Gong, Lu Gong, the Green King, I wonder how you'll live without your wife cuckolding you?"

"Don't tease me,"

I retorted, rolling my eyes at her.

"The current situation is that Hui'er is determined to reject Mr. Wang, and your wife isn't comfortable with a one-night stand, but..."

At this point, Zeng Daxia still kept me in suspense, "It seems there's only one breakthrough."

"Huh?"

My heart skipped a beat. This meddlesome Zeng Daxia wouldn't be Zeng Daxia if she didn't stir up some trouble.

"It's my brother. Your wife is so happy with my brother, and she doesn't have any lingering feelings for him. To change Hui'er's mind, my brother is the only way now. Thinking it over, he's the safest and most reliable."

"You mean, get your brother back with Ning Hui? But what's your brother's situation right now? He's still agonizing over my wife! Besides, doesn't she look like she wants to devour me when she sees me?"

"Sigh, he doesn't know the real situation yet. He's in a lot of pain right now, missing your wife terribly. Here's what we'll do: I'll handle my brother. I'll do the persuasion."

"How?"

Damn, things seem to be taking a turn for the better now, I quickly asked eagerly.

"Don't worry about that,"

Zeng Meimei said, giving me a flirtatious look.

Suddenly, I remembered that Ning Hui's birthday was in a few days. A thought flashed through my mind, a thought that almost made me tremble with excitement. Then I leaned towards Zeng Daxia…

That evening, Ning Hui came home from work and was silent for a while. It wasn't until we were in bed and about to fall asleep that she snuggled into my arms—my wife was completely naked again, resuming her naked sleeping mode. This was a sign that her anger had subsided, which brightened my mood a bit. Then, softly, my wife, with her head against my chest, said, "Honey, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?"

I held Ning Hui's soft, warm body tightly, as if afraid she would slip away.

"From now on, let's not play around like that, okay?"

Ning Hui's long eyelashes drooped as she spoke, her voice soft and pitiful.

"Wife, it was my fault, that night…"

The atmosphere was perfect; I decided to take this opportunity to confess all my sins to my wife.

"Don't...don't say anymore."

Ning Hui quickly covered my mouth with her hand. "Wife isn't angry anymore. Actually, I'm so touched that you went all this way to get the watch for me. Thank you, husband. But right now, I only want you..."

After saying that, Ning Hui wrapped her limbs tightly around me like a nimble snake, and murmured softly, "Husband, take me...now...take me..."

My wife's pitiful and loving moans filled me with excitement. I quickly rolled over and pressed my wife's beautiful naked body beneath me. I leaned down and covered my lips with hers, which were still murmuring. The moment our lips met, I couldn't help but whisper, "I love you, wife."

"I love you too, husband..."

The day after my urgent talk with Zeng Daxia, Zeng Meimei called Beifang and asked him to come over for dinner that evening. She said that it had been a long time since the siblings had talked to each other and she wanted to have a good chat with Beifang.

Zeng Beifang arrived as promised, and upon entering, he immediately sensed an ambiguous and eerie atmosphere. Ambiguous, perhaps, because his sister had dressed herself in a provocatively sexy manner, her curvaceous body clad in a barely-there, strapless nightgown that revealed most of her ample breasts. The hem of the nightgown barely reached her hips, and her two white thighs, with every step—especially since Zeng Beifang's gait was always swaying—revealed half of her plump, round buttocks. Zeng Meimei had also deliberately worn black lace lingerie, the semi-transparent rose-colored nightgown creating a striking and alluring contrast between her legs, clearly designed to ignite a man's hormones. Even though Zeng Beifang had seen his sister's naked body before, this was his sister's house, and the unspoken taboo made him feel hot and both ashamed. Seeing his sister's display upon entering, he felt somewhat disoriented.

Strangely, his brother-in-law wasn't home. Zeng Beifang was invited to sit down and stood there dumbfounded for a while before timidly asking, "Where's my brother-in-law? He's not home?"

"Yes,"

Zeng Meimei said, seeing Zeng Beifang's awkwardness, and quickly offered a soothing smile. "He's away on a business trip. Tonight, it'll just be the two of us siblings having a good chat. Come on, come on, sit down at the table. I don't know how to cook without your brother-in-law, so I just bought some snacks outside. Come on, let's have a couple of drinks together tonight. You've been so depressed lately."

As she finished speaking, she leaned over to pull Zeng Beifang up. As she did so, Zeng Beifang's eyes were thoroughly assaulted by his sister's ample bosom, leaving him nowhere to escape. Zeng Beifang couldn't help but blush.

Zeng Meimei watched, then played a game of half-concealment, casually gathering her breasts with her hand, turning her alluring curves to her face. But her outstretched arm still pulled Zeng Beifang to the table without warning, opening a bottle of red wine and pouring it into two glasses.

The siblings then began chatting casually, exchanging glances. Zeng Beifang's gaze was now much bolder than when he first entered, mostly fixed on his sister's two mounds of white, half-revealed flesh. Zeng Meimei sensed a burning desire and forbidden turmoil in her brother's dazed gaze, which began to stir within her as well. After all, her cousin was a handsome young man.

The love of beauty transcends gender, and so, Zeng Meimei's gaze towards her brother began to carry a different kind of emotion.

"Hmm, Beifang, are you alright now? Still bothered by your sister Ning? You look so distressed, you've gotten so thin, it breaks my heart."

Zeng Meimei took a sip of her wine, deliberately sticking out her bright red tongue and lingering it on the rim of the glass as she stared at Zeng Beifang, her face radiating a gentle, mature woman's charm.

"I..."

Zeng Beifang wanted to say something, but hesitated for a moment.

"You can't stand your sister Ning with other men, right?"

"Yes!"

Zeng Beifang mumbled, then picked up his wine glass and downed half a glass of red wine in one gulp, his expression filled with indescribable confusion and frustration.

Zeng Meimei quickly refilled Zeng Beifang's glass, then smiled gently, "Beifang, that's not right of you. You know your sister Ning has a husband, so of course she has other men, right?" "

Yes, I have no problem with her having a husband. It's only natural for her to be with him. But she actually... she actually had other men, and such... such a pathetic man!"

Zeng Beifang seemed to burst out with pent-up anger, his eyes reddening, whether from the wine or from sheer rage, it was hard to tell.

"Oh,"

Zeng Meimei sighed deliberately, "You're angry about this? You mean you love her so much, you like her so much, and she's still with other men, right?"

"Yes!"

Zeng Beifang paused, then nodded resolutely.

Seeing Zeng Beifang's reaction, Zeng Meimei picked up her glass, took a sip, and a meaningful yet strange smile appeared on her face.

Before long, the two siblings finished a bottle of red wine, and after leaving the table, they returned to the sofa to continue chatting.

Suddenly, Zeng Meimei let out a soft, coquettish sigh, slumped onto the sofa, and then called out to her brother in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Hey, Beifang, your sister went to aerobics today, and my back and waist are aching. Come on, give your sister a massage."

Zeng Beifang was stunned by his sister's sudden words, standing there dumbfounded for a long time, unsure of what to do. He wondered if he had misheard, after all, this arrangement was tantamount to skin-to-skin contact with his sister's almost completely naked body.

"What are you standing there for? You drank your sister's wine, and you can't even do this little thing your sister asked you to do?"

Zeng Meimei turned her head, giving her brother a cute, reproachful look.

Zeng Beifang had no choice but to awkwardly move over and sit next to Zeng Meimei's almost half-naked body, which was sprawled on the sofa. He then stretched out his hands and hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to put them, staring blankly at the sight of her beautiful, tender body.

"Come on, give your sister a shoulder massage first,"

Zeng Meimei said, her head buried in the sofa.

Only then did Zeng Beifang dare to place his hands on his sister's smooth, white shoulders and begin to gently knead them.

"Mmm—I didn't expect your hands to be so smooth, so comfortable."

Zeng Meimei gave a soft, seductive sigh. "Oh, come closer, how can you massage me if I'm sitting so far away?"

As she spoke, Zeng Meimei turned her back and stretched out a jade-like arm to embrace her brother's waist.

Zeng Beifang was clearly pushing her brother into a fire pit. He couldn't help but move forward, seamlessly connecting his body with his sister's reclining body. The alluring scent emanating from her enchanting body momentarily overwhelmed Zeng Beifang, making him lose his sense of self. His breathing became heavy and uneven.

"Hmm, that's right, use more force, go down, massage my lower back."

Zeng Meimei gave the order like a queen. Zeng Beifang didn't dare to delay and slowly slid his hand to his sister's full waist, then began to knead it through her thin nightgown.

"It's slippery and uncomfortable through the pajamas, I can't feel anything when I press. Beifang, put your hand inside the pajamas and press."

Zeng Meimei closed her eyes and enjoyed it for a while before giving the instruction.

This time, Zeng Beifang didn't dare to move. His body trembled slightly. He guessed that he was reciting the admonition that men shouldn't touch heads and women shouldn't touch waists, especially since he was about to touch a woman's bare waist.

Damn it, the woman in front of him was his own cousin! "What are you standing there for? Put your hand in and press."

Zeng Meimei said, turning her back and reaching out to pull her brother's hand inside the pajamas. "Mmm, harder, oh, so... comfortable."

Zeng Beifang's mind was a mess at this moment, his adrenaline was full, and his hands kneading his sister's graceful waist were already a little stiff, while his sister's body under his hands began to twist like an eel. Just then, her sister suddenly asked in a seductive voice, "Northern, have you been seeing any other girls while you were away from your Ning sister?"

This seductive question truly froze Zeng Beifang's body in a trance. Zeng Beifang let out a heavy "Oh," his breath coming in ragged gasps, before mumbling, "No...no."

"Oh,"

Zeng Meimei murmured, then reached out a hand that snaked towards Zeng Beifang's body, eventually reaching his crotch. Zeng Beifang's penis was already erect in his thin casual pants. Zeng Meimei's hand, without hesitation, covered the hard bulge, her fingers teasing it lightly. Then, a seductive, soft voice followed: "Poor boy."

Meanwhile, Zeng Meimei's other hand slipped inside her pajamas, grabbing one of Zeng Beifang's already limp... Her hand, one pulling it inside her pajamas to her chest, the other letting it tightly cover one of her breasts…

Chapter 73: Sibling Desire

Thank you all for your support of the romance novel…

Here's a small interaction: how many lovers would you like Ning Hui to have? Please choose from the options below. Although the story outline has already been drafted, and the plot will continue to develop according to the outline, this interaction is partly to understand everyone's thoughts and provide some reference for the writing, and partly for fun, to prevent you from getting too tired and falling asleep while reading.

1. She's already had President Wang and the North, three is enough (plus Ning Hui's husband).

2. Continue to develop new lovers, around 5 would be ideal.

3. 7 to 8, maybe.

4. No, more than 10, the more the better.

Also, who would you most like to see Ning Hui have a sex scene with?

1. President Wang.

2. Zeng Beifang

3. Bearded Guy

4. Black Egg

5. French heartthrob Ribery

6. Almost First Love Lu Xiaobin

7. Comrade Xiong Xiong

9. Boss Qiu

10. The Bank Manager Who Was Banned Has Succeeded

11. Other New Lovers...

It's easy to imagine a hand that plays the piano, and it's easy to imagine a hand that plays basketball, but what about a hand that has played both basketball and played the piano? Only Zeng Meimei knows, because that hand, as delicate and soft as a piano player's, is now stroking Zeng Meimei's chest with powerful force, grasping a round breast in her hand like a basketball—even though Beifang's hand is trembling with an instinctive panic, behind that panic is a burning desire.

Zeng Meimei feels this volcanic heat beginning to burn her skin. Even though this temptation of desire unfolded layer by layer under her control, adding an unspeakable taboo and excitement to this game of desire between a man and a woman under the guise of siblings, Zeng Meimei, despite having experienced so many men in bed that she hadn't even had time to count them all, felt that the blood relation of the man pressing down on her was so close—close enough to be a taboo, so close that crossing that taboo and eliminating that distance had become an unprecedented challenge and mockery in Zeng Meimei's experience with men.

"Sister... I..."

At this moment, Beifang's throat gurgled, and with Zeng Beifang's tender body, caught in the dilemma of this game of awe and challenge to the taboo, he was already being burned by the flames of desire...

In fact, the history of humankind's pursuit of forbidden pleasures is ancient and profound, though it may be kept secret, it has never ceased, like a river that flows eternally and endlessly. Zeng Meimei now held the valve to this forbidden pleasure. The scenery within, though as poisonous as poppies, was alluring and seductive, igniting a restless, irresistible itch in one's soul.

After a period of frenzied, second-by-second confusion, Zeng Meimei decided to open this final valve—as her brother's hands, grasping her breasts, began to knead them with unrestrained force, Zeng Meimei let out a long sigh, then involuntarily closed her eyes, letting the images that flashed through her mind wet her body. The area between her legs felt sticky and thick… It was a composite and superimposed image, a montage: in the past, Zeng Beifang's chubby, adorable face, accompanied by childish cries of "Sister, Sister," Zeng Meimei suddenly saw her brother's penis, frozen in mid-air like a silhouette, alluring like a hook, as he prepared to revel with his Ning-jie

…

And that penis, at this moment, was being held in Zeng Meimei's hand by her lustful fingers, erect and protruding through only a thin layer of fabric... This top-quality Zeng-brand sausage made Zeng Meimei, who also shared the surname Zeng, feel an intense, unparalleled pleasure. The throbbing sensation created by it came from between her legs, like an electric current flowing through her entire body. That current, like a ghost, instantly shattered the hesitation at the crucial moment of opening and closing the valve. Zeng Meimei knew that nothing could stop the entanglement of two burning bodies at this moment—these two youthful bodies, apart from sharing the surname Zeng, were no different from countless ordinary men and women with burning desires for love.

Zeng Meimei finally turned around slowly. Her nightgown was mostly removed, revealing her two large, prominent breasts, white and glistening, proudly displayed before Zeng Beifang's nose. Two ripe nipples swollen red, exuding allure. Zeng Beifang's hands remained on her full, alluring breasts, his face flushed, beads of sweat the size of peas and beans beading on his forehead.

"Hmm…do you want me? Do you…want your sister?"

Zeng Meimei's eyes suddenly shimmered with seductive light as she looked at Zeng Beifang, her voice soft and silken.

"Oh…"

Zeng Beifang's mouth opened, but no words came out, only rough, grainy breaths escaped.

"Oh..."

Zeng Mei smiled alluringly, her hand unzipping Zeng Beifang's pants and reaching inside to rub and rub his erect penis in circles through his underwear. "Really? You haven't been with a woman since you broke up with your sister Ning?"

"Mmm--" Zeng Beifang's lower body convulsed as if electrocuted, then he nodded timidly. Undoubtedly, his sister's fingers teasing his lower body, even through his underwear, was the last straw that broke the camel's back tonight, causing that forbidden door to collapse. All of Zeng Beifang's defenses—the previously insurmountable barrier of incest between siblings, and his unwavering longing for his goddess-like sister Ning—had crumbled!

The fatal blow was that Zeng Meimei slightly raised her head, opened her thin-skinned, fleshy, and plump lips, and leaned closer. Her alluring eyes were half-open and half-closed, and she let out a soft, melodious cry, her tone both pleading and commanding: "Then, kiss me!"

Zeng Beifang could almost smell the aroma of red wine emanating from his sister's mouth, and see her alluring tongue, glistening with saliva, gently moving within her half-closed lips.

At this moment, Zeng Beifang had transformed himself into a sweet, juicy apple, then presented this apple to his prey's mouth, making himself the prey of his prey...

And Zeng Beifang's kiss didn't keep his sister waiting long. When their lips were frantically intertwined, their bodies trembled involuntarily, all the turmoil transforming into the intertwining and sucking of their four lips and two tongues.

"Mmm,"

Zeng Meimei was, after all, a woman. Even as the mastermind of this game, once she fell into a man's arms, her delicate, fragile nature—a woman's natural attributes—was unmistakably revealed. At this moment, Zeng Beifang's stormy kisses, carrying the suppressed pain of long-term heartbreak and his biological desire for women, made Zeng Meimei's entire body melt like a feather. No matter how pretentious a woman is, she cannot resist the conquest of a man with strong masculine characteristics; she craves pleasure and surrenders to the tearing sensation brought by a man's stormy ravages.

But Zeng Meimei didn't actually like to pretend; she liked to be assertive, towards the men she liked and desired—and whether the man's surname was Zeng or not was truly unimportant.

Next, the two frantically ripped off each other's clothes. Zeng Beifang's inner and outer trousers were pulled off in a tearing motion, while Zeng Meimei, already half-naked, was now completely naked with just a flick of her fingers...

When their bodies were laid bare before each other, Zeng Beifang finally couldn't resist moving his lips from his sister's to hers, taking one mouthful of her already red and luscious nipple and circling it in turn.

"Mmm..."

Zeng Meimei's soft moans, like the cry of a swallow, were perfectly timed. Her body went from twisting to spasming, from spasming to trembling, all thanks to the way and force with which Zeng Beifang sucked on her nipple. When Zeng Beifang's tongue swept back and forth across her sister's nipple like a torrent, Zeng Meimei couldn't help but change her sweet voice into a hoarse groan of pleasure.

Zeng Meimei gently stroked Beifang's hair with one hand, while the other cupped one of her breasts, trying to stuff more of its volume into her younger brother's mouth. Watching Zeng Beifang greedily swallow her breast, a blissful and grateful smile appeared on Zeng Meimei's face.

"Oh...mmm, carry me...carry me to the bedroom..."

Zeng Meimei murmured amidst pleasurable moans.

Even though Zeng Meimei's body was fuller and more robust than Ning Meimei's, she was still carried by Zeng Beifang like a small chick, carried horizontally into the bedroom.

This was the first time Zeng Beifang had entered his sister's and husband's bedroom. The moment he entered, just as he was about to pounce on Zeng Meimei's naked body on the bed, like Ning Zhufu, his eyes were immediately locked on the photo of Zeng Meimei and her husband hanging above the bed. He stared at it for a long time, unable to process what was happening—yes, in the photo, Zeng Meimei, except for her wedding dress, was naked, embracing Xiong Xiong, who was also naked. It was their wedding photo. Zeng Beifang had only seen the clothed version of his sister's wedding photo, and now…

this meant that what was about to happen was that Zeng Beifang would have sex with his sister in front of her naked wedding photo, under the watchful eyes of his brother-in-law—and Xiong Xiong's gaze in the photo was one of utter tenderness.

This left Zeng Beifang, who had been standing stiffly by the bed, completely at a loss. Even worse, his previously erect penis suddenly went limp, and the beads of sweat on his forehead turned from peas to broad beans.

Zeng Meimei naturally saw her brother's panic, then quickly sat up, leaning over the edge of the bed, and brought her face close to Zeng Beifang's crotch. She gently touched his seemingly frightened penis in her hands, pouting and kissing it: "What's wrong? It?"

Zeng Meimei's sudden kiss on his penis made it jump, and Zeng Beifang's body shuddered. It was clear how intensely this kiss had affected the boy's mind and body. He mumbled incoherently, "Sister...brother-in-law...sister...brother-in-law..."

"Hehe, afraid of him?"

Zeng Meimei naturally understood, and looked up at her brother with an incredibly comforting smile. "You're spineless. Your sister Ning also has a husband. You've been sleeping with some pretty good ones, haven't you?"

With that, Zeng Meimei opened her mouth and took Beifang's still beautiful, even slightly limp, penis into her mouth, then cupped it with both hands, holding it like a cup. As Zeng Meimei performed this gentle oral sex on her younger brother, she didn't forget to gaze at him tenderly with her watery eyes.

"Oh—" Zeng Beifang's inner roar finally erupted again. He couldn't help but reach out and gather Zeng Meimei's long, black hair, which was draped over her shoulders. He gripped her scalp tightly with his hands, and with a thrust, his newly erect penis plunged completely into Zeng Meimei's mouth.

With Zeng Meimei's experience with men, such deep-throating penetration wasn't the first time she had encountered it, but a penis as long as Zeng Beifang's seemed quite rare. Zeng Meimei only felt a little uncomfortable at first, but soon she readily accepted her brother's penis, which could be irresistible to any woman, as it was sucked and played with in her mouth. After a while, the thick, sticky saliva in her mouth began to glisten with moisture as the penis was taken in and out of her mouth.

"Oh..."

Zeng Beifang's breathing grew heavier, and from Xiong Xiong's perspective in the photo, he could see Zeng Meimei's head, hidden by her cascading black hair, rising and falling between her brother's legs.

Zeng Beifang noticed this bizarre scene, which instantly aroused him. The woman performing oral sex on his penis was not only his cousin but also someone else's wife—such an ambiguous and lewd identity was enough to ignite any man's masculine and dark desires. That kind of stimulation could never be obtained from an official girlfriend or wife.

Zeng Beifang's penis was now rock hard. Zeng Meimei, fully aware of this, finished speaking and pulled her brother's hand, falling onto the bed together.

Zeng Beifang pinned Zeng Meimei down, reaching for the secret place hidden between her legs. He touched a sticky, viscous substance. Zeng Meimei's already sensitive and juicy body was already overflowing with desire. Zeng Beifang quickly parted her fair thighs, preparing to mount her and thrust.

"Mmm..."

With soft moans, Zeng Meimei, her eyes gleaming with seductive allure, gestured towards the bedside table. "There are condoms over there."

Heh, even the wild and unrestrained Zeng Beifang remained so rational at this moment. It seemed this woman was truly lustful yet not reckless, able to control herself perfectly. Zeng Beifang, naturally, dared not disobey his sister's orders, so he rummaged through the bedside table and found a condom. Upon seeing it, Zeng Beifang was stunned. Good heavens, it was a erotic style, the kind with serrated tips.

To see if a woman is charming, you have to see if she knows how to flirt. Zeng Daxia's flirting skills were already as sophisticated as a moth's. Seeing Beifang staring blankly at the erotic condom, this girl carelessly flirted, "Use it, don't worry, your brother-in-law is clueless, he won't even know if you use it."

This flirtation really hit Zeng Beifang right in the gut—using his brother-in-law's condom to have sex with his sister, how much more exciting would that be? He was about to impatiently put the condom on his penis

when Zeng Meimei, still smiling seductively, sat up and snatched the condom away.

Then she opened the condom, put it in her mouth with the opening facing out, and bent down...

After putting the condom on that beautiful, hook-like, already erect penis, Zeng Meimei raised her head and squinted her eyes, asking, "Am I good to you, sister?"

Zeng Beifang had never seen this kind of oral sex method of putting a condom on a penis before, and his eyes were full of surprise. He couldn't figure out what kind of irresistible things his cousin, who never hesitated to tease him, would do next.

Everything was in place, everything was ready, just waiting for penetration—Zeng Beifang then went all out, and he picked up Zeng Meimei's body and turned her around, so that her plump, firm buttocks faced him. He first used his hand to explore between her buttocks, and there was already sticky moisture overflowing from deep inside her thighs. This body, which was waiting for a man's penis to penetrate it, was now extremely aroused, and her spring waters were rippling.

Zeng Meimei was lying face down, facing the photo on the bed. So, when Zeng Beifang's penis entered his cousin's already wet and glistening vagina from behind, his gaze met his cousin's husband's gentle, smiling eyes again. This made Zeng Beifang feel a complex and aroused mix of emotions, but his penis, as if injected with adrenaline, began to thrust uncontrollably.

Strangely, a face appeared in Zeng Beifang's mind…

That's right, Zeng Beifang was thinking of Comrade Lu Gong. Suddenly, Zeng Beifang felt that the person thrusting into him wasn't his sister, not his brother-in-law's wife, but Lu Gong, that damned Lu Gong… woman!

This gave Zeng Beifang a strange sense of pleasure, as if the grief and anger of his goddess Ning being violated by that damned bastard could only be relieved and released by the desperate thrusting of his penis into his woman.

"Ahhh..."

With Zeng Beifang's rapid thrusting, Zeng Meimei began to moan and groan, "Ahhh, call me sister... fuck me, fuck your sister!"

"Sister... sister!"

Zeng Beifang's mind went blank. Each violent thrust of his penis made a splashing sound like a stone sinking into water and the slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh.

"Ahhh, is it good to fuck your sister? Is it comfortable to suck your sister?"

Zeng Meimei continued to tease him amidst her moans. Her round D-cup breasts swayed in the air with the rhythm of the thrusts behind her, while Zeng Beifang's hand reached out from behind and kneaded her breasts.

“Mmm, so good, sister, oh oh…”

“Wow, yours…so big…so big…”

Zeng Meimei moaned, occasionally turning back to kiss Zeng Beifang’s lips. “No wonder, you made your sister Ning have so many…so many orgasms that time. I want so many orgasms too, give your sister so many orgasms, okay?”

“Mmm, okay…okay…”

Zeng Beifang’s voice was indistinct, but the sound of his penis thrusting in and out was crisp and clear, “slap slap slap…”

“Mmm, ah ah oh oh, are you comfortable? Is it comfortable to fuck your sister?”

“Comfortable…oh, comfortable…”

“Have you wanted to fuck your sister for a long time?”

Zeng Meimei’s voice sounded so soft and seductive, coupled with her lewd and seductive words, that Zeng Beifang’s thrusting was like a fast track that couldn’t be stopped.

“Mmm, yes, I want to fuck you, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, sister…”

“Mmm, you’re lying, you only have your sister Ning in your heart!”

“No…mmm…no…mmm” This left Zeng Beifang speechless, unsure whether to say no or mmm.

But that wasn't all. Next, Zeng Daxia went all out: "Mmm, fuck me, or fuck your Ning sister, which...which feels better?"

He then deliberately thrust his hips back heavily, actively grinding them together, trying to make his vaginal walls grip the hot, iron rod inside her.

Damn! Zeng Beifang didn't dare utter a sound. Wasn't this deliberately using a condom to make the little guy go inside? Zeng Beifang could only quell the already uncontrollable lust within him with even faster thrusts.

"Mmm, you wouldn't dare...you wouldn't dare say it again,"

Zeng Meimei continued to tease him relentlessly, "You're such a good boy."

"Oh...it's...it's comfortable..."

Zeng Beifang stammered. This kid was honest, naturally not daring to offend either side. Suddenly, Zeng Beifang seemed to be imitating someone else and blurted out, "Then...sister...whether it's more comfortable for me to fuck you, or for Lu Gong to fuck you?"

See, the good boy instantly turned into a bad boy. His sister was clearly teasing him on purpose, but this kid was stubborn and seemed to have no end to his relationship with Comrade Lu Gong.

"Hehehe, I just said you were a good boy, you're so bad."

Zeng Meimei's answer was somewhat heartless, and then she pressed her buttocks heavily against that meat stick, "Of course, it's more comfortable for you to fuck me, mmm, you're so strong, good brother...ahhh...your dick...is bigger than his...ahhh, faster, thrust into me hard, thrust into your sister hard..."

I fuck you, Zeng Meimei, I despise you on behalf of Comrade Lu Gong!

Zeng Meimei's seductive moans and lewd whispers acted like an aphrodisiac, stimulating every nerve in Zeng Beifang's body associated with pleasure, pushing his masculine hormones to a frenzied climax. The little boy who used to follow his sister around in his open-crotch pants was now watching her crawl beneath him like a dog, being fucked from behind by his now jagged penis, moaning and panting. Zeng Beifang's eyes bulged, a surge of indescribable pride and satisfaction filling him. His penis, like a turbocharged engine, ravaged his sister's snow-white, plump buttocks.

"Ah...faster...faster...sister's coming...good little brother...fuck me...harder...mmm...give me as many orgasms as your Ning sister! Ahhh..."

Zeng Meimei's cries seemed to make the wedding photo hanging on the wall above tremble slightly.

"Slap slap slap!"

Zeng Beifang's thrusts became frenzied, each stroke hitting the very depths of Zeng Meimei's flower. With each thrust, Zeng Meimei's body twisted and spasmed, the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina turning from a stream into a river, from clear soup to white semen, spreading down her inner thighs...

"Ahhh..."

Zeng Meimei's voice suddenly became shrill and soulless, like the howl of a wild mother beast, a wild beauty amidst the lewd passion—for at this moment, Zeng Meimei's body was already galloping through the fields of pleasure, heading towards the peak of climax…

for a woman's body at climax is the most beautiful in the world, and at this moment, Zeng Beifang had transformed his sister's body into such a creature exuding lewd beauty.

Zeng Meimei's climax arrived like a storm under her brother's thrusts; a wave of intense pleasure had just passed when Zeng Meimei's hand reached out and grasped Zeng Beifang's buttocks. Although her breath was as light as silk, her persistent desire remained unchanged: "Ah…so good…again…give it to me again, don't stop, little brother…one more time…"

Zeng Beifang gritted his teeth, holding back his ejaculation, thrusting desperately, sending his sister's body to another peak…

"Again...again...one more time..."

Zeng Meimei's pleas never ceased during countless orgasms, until Zeng Beifang could no longer restrain himself. In the midst of frenzied passion and desire, after a series of overwhelming thrusts, he filled his sister's flower with his semen, even through the serrated condom...

As the two siblings' bodies and emotions gradually calmed down from their frenzied intercourse, Zeng Meimei's body was covered in fragrant sweat, her hair disheveled, her expression satisfied and languid. She lay limp in Zeng Beifang's arms, only the two siblings breathing softly in unison.

After a while, Zeng Meimei gently patted Zeng Beifang's face: "You're really amazing. Now I finally understand why your sister Ning likes you so much... um... You're so great!"

"Um..."

Zeng Beifang shuddered upon hearing this, his expression tense and aggrieved. "She... she likes me? No way."

"Hehe,"

Zeng Meimei gave her brother a mysterious smile, "How do you know your sister Ning doesn't like you?"

"She... she likes me, but why... yet..."

Zeng Beifang's face suddenly filled with desolation.

"Oh,"

Zeng Meimei knew what Zeng Beifang meant, "You mean why she's having an affair with another man, right?"

"..."

Zeng Beifang's eyes glazed over, and he stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Well, tell your sister, do you still love your sister Ning now,"

Zeng Meimei turned her head, looking directly at Zeng Beifang, "?"

"Yes."

Zeng Beifang paused, then nodded, answering softly.

“So what did you do with me just now?”

Zeng Meimei said, guiding Zeng Beifang’s hand to cover her still-exposed breast, letting it gently rub her nipple. Then she asked in a low voice, “What did you do with me just now?”

“Huh?”

Zeng Beifang was suddenly flustered by the question, not knowing what she was up to. He looked at his sister with suspicion.

“Hehe,”

Zeng Meimei continued with a sly smile, her laughter still sounding carefree, “Didn’t you love your Ning sister just the same way, yet you slept with another woman?”

After saying that, Zeng Meimei’s eyes were fixed on Zeng Beifang like a hammer, the question from before still lingering in the air.

“I…I…”

Zeng Beifang was now covered in sweat. It seemed that only now did he realize that what his sister had given him tonight wasn’t just that serrated condom, but now that condom was the real poison, so sharp!

Yes, that was the question. He clearly still loved his goddess-like Ning sister so much, yet he had just indulged in pleasure with another woman for a night?

"Hehe,"

Zeng Meimei's smile brightened considerably. The woman who had been so lustful and alluring moments before had instantly transformed into a comforting dose of soothing wisdom. "Alright, shall I tell you a story?"

Zeng Beifang, too, had transformed from a wild, lecherous wolf into an innocent child, staring blankly at his sister, seemingly waiting patiently for the heartwarming tale to unfold.

However, Zeng Meimei's first sentence was a bombshell, leaving Zeng Beifang speechless for a long time!

Zeng Meimei said, "Lu Gong... is actually your sister Ning's husband. The story goes like this..."

Ning Hui's birthday was still a while away, and I was pondering how to get my wife to put the Ning Mansion green project on hold, which somewhat changed my mind. That day, while Ning Hui was at work, I received a text message that left me deeply conflicted.

The text message was from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, I've been back from my performance for a while now. I miss you, I want to see you, is that okay?"

I stared at the message for a long time, not knowing how to reply. At this moment, how could I dare to sneak away to meet my lover behind my wife's back? Even though I felt guilty, I could only reply with this: "I miss you too, Xiaoyanzi, but unfortunately I'm very busy these days. How about I contact you in a couple of days?"

"Okay, Brother Nan, you're busy..."

Xiaoyanzi's reply seemed quite resentful.

Then, for the next two days, Ning Mansion entered a stalemate. I subtly tried to use some of the methods I used to encourage my wife to cheat, but she just wouldn't take the bait. Either she wouldn't respond, or she would scold me for still having a perverted and hopeless mind.

Two days later, Luo Xiaoyan's text message arrived as promised: "Brother Nan, I really miss you. Can I see you?"

I also want to see you, Xiaoyan, but delaying tactics are still a tactic. At least before my wife's birthday, I have no choice but to continue using this tactic. In the end, I can only settle things when the time comes.

So I had no choice but to tell the truth again: "Xiao Yan, I'm on a business trip out of town these past two days. Wait for me to come back, okay?"

But when Xiao Yan replied with a text a moment later, I was frantic: "Nan-ge, what's wrong? Are you really on a business trip out of town? You've never avoided me like this before. Didn't you tell me that you'd still want me if I were with him? Didn't you just tell me that? Do you... not want me anymore?"

Comrade Ning was stunned. His wife's anger had just subsided, but his lover's anger had reignited... Chapter 74 of

December 4th : Ning Hui's Birthday Gift "A noble lie aims to benefit both oneself and others..." This quote is from Plato, haha. Using Plato as a shield is the only option. My dear Xiao Yan, everything will have to wait until after your sister-in-law's birthday to decide. Your brother Nan knows this is messy, very damn unethical, but what else can I do? I never imagined that having both my wife and mistress on opposite sides would be such a difficult and unpleasant task. Helpless, I texted Xiao Yanzi again, repeating that kind of noble lie from Plato: "I'm really out of town. I'll contact you as soon as I get back. Please don't do this, Xiao Yan, it makes me so sad. I really, really miss you!" Xiao Yanzi seemed genuinely angry and didn't reply. Ning, the cook, was now helpless and anxious. Of course, he knew that the first time meeting a mistress was a suspended sentence, but the second time was a death sentence. Before I knew it, it was the weekend again. Shortly after lunch, Zeng Daxia called to invite Ning Hui out.

Of course I knew what this girl was up to. When Ning Hui told me she was going out, I chuckled knowingly, "Hehe, honey, are you going to conspire with Master Zeng again and then I can't get through to you on the phone?"

"Hmph, you better stay home and behave yourself. I hope I can't find you again."

Ning Hui rolled her eyes at me, gave me a light punch, then quickly dressed up and left, looking all dapper.

Perfect timing! It's been a while since I've peeked into my wife's diary. Now's the time to steal a bite.

I quickly opened the diary in my wife's handbag; there were some updates.

"Finally, it's time to leave on [date]. And yet, a deep reluctance fills my heart, a reluctance that lingers a hundred times, a reluctance that turns a thousand times. Even holding you in my arms, we must part. But at parting, we will only be like a wisp of cloud in each other's hearts…

And please don't blame your sister-in-law, okay? I know she wanted me to continue being with you for your own good. Hearing you say you blamed her breaks my heart. What a wonderful woman she is! She showed me how deeply she loves you, what a great wife she is. With Sister Tang by your side, your love deserves our blessings.

You've always asked me why I'm rejecting you now, so I want to tell you—because I love you, because…" "I love my husband.

I'm sorry, because I love you, I have to leave you.

I never imagined that what started as a game would end with such an unbearable tragedy.

I wish you all the best. I truly believed that your well-being was my happiness. I will remember you in my own way."

Putting aside my role as a party involved, and simply speaking from a reader's perspective, I was deeply moved by my wife's poignant and beautifully written letter to her lover. It touched me deeply. Suddenly, I realized I had underestimated the depth of feeling my wife possessed as an independent and mature woman—a depth that comes from years of experience, not just physical appearance.

A woman who is devoted to her husband cannot be criticized. In her diary, Ning Hui directly expressed her love for Mr. Wang without any hesitation—seeing that "I love you" clearly addressed to Mr. Wang, I was stunned for a long time. I admit that even if I have a cuckold's heart, I am not strong enough to be completely unmoved when my wife says "I love you" to the man who cheated on me. I admit that at this moment, my heart was filled with mixed feelings, bitter and indescribable. I never thought that my wife, who cheated on me for her husband, would weave a web of love for her lover. I empathize with her—as for Luo Xiaoyan, haven't I also loved her?

Can one person truly love two people? Can the love between husband and wife and the love between lovers coexist?

Where is the boundary? Is the blessing of having two wives a dream or a trap in life? Married, artsy young man Ning Zhufu is now forced to seriously consider these philosophical questions arising from the cuckoldry scandal. His wife and mistress's relationship, which began as a physical game of desire, has evolved into a love story, while his feelings for Xiao Yanzi are irreversible…

Fortunately, Ning Hui's "I love you" to President Wang is followed by "I love my husband," which brings me immense comfort. Is it only in this life-or-death contract between husband and wife, where they are intertwined in each other's bones and lives, that a lover's love can become an addition of love, and only when one person loves two people simultaneously can such a captivating scene unfold?

Let me tell you a little secret, please don't laugh at me! In junior high, the girl who sat next to me with braided pigtails and two cute dimples always helped me copy my homework and always brought me apples to eat. It always filled me with a sweet, indescribable feeling of gratitude, even though I was young and naive. But while eating the apples, why did I always find myself smitten with that girl from the next class who was even taller than me? She was on the basketball team at the sports school, and she developed early. She had a kind of womanly charm that junior high girls didn't have...

"On [date], I wonder how things are up north now. Meimei said he's lost a lot of weight recently. Sigh, I'm so worried and don't know what to say. I shouldn't have lied to him like that. I wonder how he'll feel if he knew the truth. I think no one could bear it. But what can I do now? Tell him the truth? How twisted would someone have to be to accept that truth? Surely not everyone is as twisted as my husband. But if I don't tell him, I feel so suffocated. I can't let such a good child be ruined like this.

If I ever hear that you've found a girl to be your real girlfriend, I think I'll smile and wish you well.

Cheer up, don't give up like this."

Well, she's even written a summary of her lover and her lover. Honey, are you really going to fade out of the public eye? I felt a surge of anxiety, but the good news is that my wife is worried about her lover, which seems to indicate that she still has lingering feelings for him... Hehe, you know what I mean.

"My husband was only well-behaved for a few days, but now he seems to be getting restless again. He's brought out that twisted theory again. Can't he come up with something new? Humph, I'm not falling for it. I'm going to stay put. Seeing how impatient some people are gives me a strange sense of satisfaction, hehe!

Sigh, what can I do? I've fallen for this guy. Looks like I'll be fighting him for the rest of my life. Fighting heaven, fighting earth, fighting my husband—it's endlessly fun! :) My husband said he'd give me an unexpected gift for my birthday, a big surprise. Hehe, just wait and see, my dear husband! If it's not a surprise, I won't forgive you! Just don't spend too much money; I return all luxury items.

Sigh, another year older :(" Hehe, see? My wife's attitude is still pretty good. She's even blaming me for not coming up with something new. Okay, I'll give you something new, my wife. You've never had anything like it before. If it's not new, I'll change my surname. (

Seeing my wife's birthday...)" I was in a great mood. Judging by my wife's attitude, I felt the plan was already halfway to success. And Zeng Daxia was so helpful; apparently, his actions actually changed Zeng Beifang's opinion of Comrade Lu Gong. It's just that this girl is too wild and promiscuous; she even slept with her own cousin who shares the same surname. I have to admire Zeng Daxia's shrewdness; he played the role of a Good Samaritan and got a bit of fun himself. I really can't imagine what this girl has ever done that was a loss.

Now, if Zeng Beifang complains about his sister Ning's affair with Comrade Lu Gong, he'll really be showing off.

After dawdling until evening, Ning Hui finally dragged her tired body and weary face home. As soon as she got home, she collapsed on the sofa, saying she was exhausted.

I quickly went over and hugged my wife's feet, massaging them. This was a common scene at the Ning mansion, and Ning Hui naturally enjoyed her husband's pampering, muttering angrily that that damned Mei Mei was too much of a shopaholic.

"Oh,"

I said casually, rubbing my wife's soft feet while keeping my head down, "Really? You've been out all afternoon and evening, the moon must have traveled back and forth by now."

"Oh,"

Ning Hui's foot trembled noticeably in my hands, her voice hesitant, "No, not really, um, honey..."

"What's wrong?"

I still didn't look up, but just squeezed Ning Hui's soles harder.

"Ouch, be gentle, honey,"

Ning Hui cried out, then paused, "Honey, today... today at dinner, Beifang... Beifang came."

"Huh?"

I feigned surprise, "Why did he come?" "

Meimei, he said his brother has lost weight recently, so he called during dinner to tell him to eat something good to nourish himself."

"Oh, so when he saw you, his eyes were green with envy, hehe, how is he doing now?"

"Get lost,"

Ning Hui rolled her eyes at me, then said thoughtfully, "Well, he looks very unwell, he's really lost a lot of weight."

"Oh,"

I chuckled, my eyes darting around, then feigned seriousness. "Honey, are you heartbroken seeing your little lover like this?"

"Can't you be serious, honey?"

Ning Hui gently kicked me with the foot I was holding in my arms. "I think this can't go on. The baby will be ruined. We can't hide it from him now, and we can't tell him the truth either. It's all your and Zeng Meimei's doing."

Ning Hui glared at me resentfully.

"See, you're still heartbroken."

I deliberately emphasized the word "heartbroken." "So what can we do? The one who tied the knot must untie it. He's just missing his wife."

"Don't say that,"

Ning Hui frowned. "It's all in the past. I just think he should have a real girlfriend."

Suddenly, Ning Hui's eyes lit up. "Hey, honey, I think we should introduce Xiao Yan to him as his girlfriend. They're such a perfect match—height, looks, a perfect couple!"

What's going on? My heart skipped a beat, and my mouth formed an "O" shape. This woman's imagination is just too damn rich! How could she even come up with something like this? I was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "What does this have to do with anything?"

Ning Hui stared at me intently, pouting, "Hmph, I bet you just can't bear to part with your little swallow!"

Then I broke out in a cold sweat, and my mouth started stammering, "Hey, honey, can you be reasonable? We...we're complete strangers, this is...this is too abrupt..."

Seeing that my wife was still pouting, I quickly leaned over, put my arm around her waist, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Hehe, but maybe there'll be another chance in the future."

Ning Hui finally smiled through her anger, "I'm serious, if Beifang had a proper girlfriend, he might not be so stubborn." "

Hehe, so your girlfriend isn't exactly proper after all. I heard you complaining about him non-stop as soon as you got home tonight. I bet you're really hurting inside."

"You rascal, you're the one who's being indecent!"

Ning Hui pinched my arm hard, a faint blush suddenly appearing on her face. "Who told you to come over? Go back to your feet and continue massaging your wife's feet!"

After washing up, I insisted on watching a movie with my wife on the computer. This was usually a cozy scene at the Ning mansion. Actually, what we watched wasn't important; what mattered was the sweet intimacy and affection between the two of us.

But tonight, what we watched was important because I had specifically chosen a movie: Bertolucci's *The Dreamers*. Why did I choose this film? Well, here's the synopsis: On the eve of the 1968 French student movement, twin siblings Isabella and Theo become good friends with Matthew, an American exchange student, through a film. When the siblings bring Matthew home, he is well-liked by their parents, both university professors, and moves in with them. Gradually, he falls for Isabella. After the student movement began and university classes were suspended, three young people, bored and with nothing to do, started playing a game about film directing and dialogue in their room. During the game, Isabella, realizing Matthew's feelings for her, conspired with Leo to force Matthew to have sex with her. From then on, with their parents away on vacation, the three began a life of Eden. Matthew also slowly discovered Isabella and Leo's illicit affair, and their relationship began to subtly change. Meanwhile, the student movement raging outside seemed irrelevant to them…

Just between you and me, this is the most beautifully shot film I've ever seen depicting a threesome. It has a plot, an atmosphere, and the key parts are subtly revealed—a masterpiece of artistic flair.

Why did I choose a threesome scene to show my wife today…? You don't understand, so I can't help you. If you ask me why I didn't just watch adult films, there are plenty of threesomes and n-person scenes in adult films. I'll tell you righteously, it's because we're cultured perverts. Adult films are about sex, while art films are about why we have sex. There's no comparison. My wife is, after all, a highly educated and bourgeois woman.

I copied the movie to Ning Hui's laptop, and we lay there like we'd watch Guo Degang's crosstalk. I held my wife's almost half-naked body, my hand slipping inside her pajamas, gently caressing and teasing all her sensitive spots. As usual, she was sleeping naked later, so she wasn't wearing any underwear—earlobes, nipples, outer thighs, inner thighs, buttocks…

After a while, before the movie even started, I casually slipped my hand between her legs and touched her. Damn, she was already a little aroused. My fingers came out sticky and wet. This woman is truly made of water.

Then, the movie really lived up to its reputation, making Ning Hui thoroughly enjoy it. She kept saying it was great, and that the bizarre plot of the siblings having a threesome with another man was portrayed so beautifully and naturally.

My wife's comments made me incredibly happy, so I simply lifted up her nightgown and began to vigorously knead her two perky breasts with both hands.

Then, the movie showed a scene where the siblings and Matthew were all naked in the bathtub, with the female lead sandwiched between the two men... I casually brought my lips close to Ning Hui's earlobe: "Hehe, honey, it's a pity our bathtub isn't big enough."

"What's wrong?"

Ning Hui breathed softly, her ears slightly burning, clearly the scene in the movie had a good catalytic effect.

"Three people can't fit."

I chuckled.

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui instinctively shuddered, turned her head and squinted at me, her eyes somewhat dazed, but suddenly seemed to remember something, "Get lost, you pervert, what are you thinking about now?"

"Hehe, you know what I'm thinking, honey."

I opened my mouth and bit my wife's lips, "How about we get a bigger bathtub sometime?"

"Waaah, no...no way, you can't change it...it's enough for the two of us..."

Ning Hui sighed as I covered her mouth.

Heh, I've experienced countless instances of women saying one thing and meaning another, especially when they're aroused, you have to take their words the wrong way. For example, this is the evidence, I then reached out and touched my wife's vagina directly—it was a small stream just now, but now it's starting to flood.

“You’re wet, wife,”

I whispered in Ning Hui’s ear, then lowered my head and took one of her slightly erect nipples into my mouth, while my other hand twirled the other. “For example, imagine this scenario: my other hand is another man’s mouth. That way, it’s like two men are licking your nipples at the same time. What does that feel like, wife? Doesn’t it look like a scene from a Dunhuang mural, with flying apsaras?”

“Oh—”

Ning Hui gasped heavily, her body involuntarily convulsing, then she let out a soft moan.

Continuing the pursuit! For Ning, seducing women was second nature. I continued my fiery verbal feast, then carefully and firmly inserted the finger I'd been using into my wife's already wet opening: "For example, imagine this finger I'm using is another man's penis, while my mouth is licking your nipples. What does that feel like? That..."

I was trying to arouse my wife, but the lewd imagery of her with two men excited me first. My throat itched uncontrollably, and I swallowed hard. "Wife, this is the ultimate sexual pleasure for a woman!"

I didn't dare say the rest of the sentence aloud—this was the ultimate dream of a cuckolded husband—a threesome... a threesome...

"Mmm," Ning Hui's breathing became somewhat uncontrollable, her body twisting and turning as my fingers moved inside her. Her words were sweet and indistinct, "No...no, husband...you're...coming again...wife...no...no more...I...I only want you..."

Though she said this, her voice grew weaker with each breath, while her chest heaved stronger with each thrust, her nipples hardening completely under my caresses...

"For example,"

at this moment, the scene playing in the movie was the female lead engaging in passionate lovemaking with two men, kissing and caressing, Ning Hui's half-closed crescent moon occasionally glancing at the computer screen... "For example, when you're licking your husband's penis while your buttocks are being penetrated and brutally fucked by another man's penis, how would you feel, wife? Sigh, even thinking about it makes me unable to bear it!"

As I spoke, I pulled Ning Hui's hand and placed it on my already rock-hard erect penis!

"Ah—"

Ning Hui cried out as she touched my penis. When a woman is weak and aroused, what she desires most is a man's erection; this is an irrefutable biological truth. I wondered if my wife were touching another man's penis instead of mine, would she cry out like that, would she be so moved by desire? "I wish I were Sun Wukong right now." "Hmm?" Ning Hui's panting seemed to ask why

I wanted to be Sun Wukong. "I'm Sun Wukong, and I'll become two men to serve my wife!" As I said this, I forcefully sucked on one of my wife's nipples, then suddenly released it with a crisp "pop!" "Ah, honey, no... don't be so perverted, do you... do you still want me to watch the movie? Mmm..." Ning Hui's voice was laced with soft moans... "I'm not watching anymore!" I said, moving the computer aside, pulling down my underwear, and pouncing on my wife's snow-white, tender, and lust-filled body like an eagle catching a chicken or a hungry tiger... The moment I pounced on my wife, I really felt like I had become Sun Wukong in two men! Tomorrow is my wife's birthday, and Ning Hui is still at work. I specifically called Zeng Daxia to check on Zeng Beifang's status. Zeng Daxia told me that everything was going smoothly according to plan, but I was still a little worried and thought it would be better to meet with him. When I invite him over, it's not just for dinner, it's to have sex with my wife. If this cuckold doesn't communicate well, it won't be fun if some awkward situation arises. So Zeng Daxia accompanied me and Beifang to dinner. During the meal, Zeng Beifang initially kept his face down, avoiding eye contact with me. However, the bitter and resentful look he had given me before was gone, replaced by a bewildered expression. It was Zeng Daxia who stepped in; after a lively and boisterous attempt to lighten the mood, Zeng Beifang gradually began to look up at me, his face regaining a boyish smile and a clear, bright expression. However, there was a strange look in his eyes when he looked at me—the look of someone looking at a monster, and a kind of reverence for this monster. Heh, I saw all of this, of course. After all, he's just a kid. It's understandable that he's never seen a monster like me who offered his wife to another man. I took Zeng Beifang's glass and filled it, then picked up my own glass to clink glasses with the kid. Before I could even speak, his words warmed my heart: "Brother Lu, I was wrong before. I... I didn't expect Brother Lu to be so magnanimous. My sister told me the truth. I never thought there was such a way for husband and wife to be intimate. Sister Ning is so lucky. I misunderstood you, Brother Lu. Come on, bottoms up. Consider this my apology for my disrespect before. I was ignorant before, but now I know what to do." "Heh, as they say, a smile can dispel all grudges. Besides, we don't have any grudges between us, do we?" As I spoke, I reached out and patted Zeng Beifang's shoulder to try and bridge the gap emotionally. After all, we're going to work together on something big tomorrow. “Still calling him Brother Lu,” Zeng Daxia, never one to be a supporting character, always found something to say, “You should call him Brother Ning, or at least be more affectionate, we’re family now, call him brother-in-law!” Zeng Beifang scratched his head, a little embarrassed, but after a moment’s hesitation, he cheerfully said, “Brother-in-law!” He then grinned innocently, revealing a row of neat, white teeth. The next day was Ning Hui’s birthday! Ning Hui still went to the company, but left a little earlier than usual. We had arranged to have dinner at home that evening, and I had prepared some of Ning Hui’s favorite dishes, inviting Zeng Daxia and his wife over for a small celebration. During dinner, Zeng Daxia and Xiong Xiong arrived with a beautiful birthday cake. Ning Hui was very happy all evening, and everyone drank to their heart’s content, but in moderation. Zeng Meimei even gave Ning Hui an expensive Arabic-style bracelet as a gift. Ning Hui glanced at me as she accepted the gift: "Hmph, honey, where's your gift?" "Hehe," I grinned mysteriously, pretending it wasn't time yet, then served up the closing drinks and got everyone to drink the reunion toast. Holding my glass, I cleared my throat, as if I was about to give some important speech, but deliberately hesitated for a while before finally saying, "Well, today is my wife's birthday, and also my Ning husband's holiday. I won't say anything more, wife, come on, your husband wishes you a good..." I paused for a long time before uttering the word "good" heavily: "Fuck!" As soon as I finished speaking, Zeng Meimei, who naturally understood the implication, immediately burst into laughter. Comrade Xiong Xiong glanced at me and also smiled meaningfully. After a while, Ning Hui finally reacted, then punched me on the shoulder, her face flushed: "Aren't you ashamed!" Hehehe, yes, wife, your husband is going to make sure you get a good, good fuck today! After dinner, Zeng Daxia and his wife sat and chatted for a while before saying goodbye. Ning Hui, unaware of what was going on, tried to persuade them to stay, but Zeng Daxia insisted on leaving, saying he wanted to give us more time alone. However, as they left, Zeng Meimei insisted on hugging each of us goodbye. When she hugged me, she deliberately pressed her face close to mine and whispered something in my ear, patting my back: "Take it easy tonight. I wish you all your dreams come true." Damn, this wife of a cuckold has been around for so long, she knows that tonight I'm about to make my dream come true. So, I felt very grateful and sincerely replied, "Thank you, half the credit goes to you, haha." Ning Hui, of course, had no idea what Zeng Daxia and I were whispering about, and watched somewhat bewilderedly, unaware of how much effort these two extraordinary friends and family members had put into this dream. Once the Ning Mansion returned to its usual tranquility, I tidied up a bit, then went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water. I then carefully plucked petals from the large bouquet of red roses I'd specially bought for my wife and spread them across the surface of the tub. Afterward, I carried Ning Hui into the bedroom. "Wow!" Ning Hui exclaimed upon seeing the bathtub full of rose petals, her eyes sparkling as she reflected their images. She then kissed me passionately on the lips. "Honey, you're so romantic! Is this your gift to me? I love you, honey!" I shook my head and smiled tenderly. "It's not gift time yet. Honey has nothing else to offer but romance." We had a romantic bath together in the rose-filled tub, and with my gentle teasing, Ning Hui was already overcome with desire. She clung to me in the bathroom, and honestly, it wouldn't have been a problem for me to have sex with her right there in the bathroom.

But my choice was to wash her thoroughly, then wrap her naked body in a towel—a body more beautiful than a tub of roses—and take her into the bedroom. I gently laid her on the bed and lightly dried her body. Her S-shaped figure instantly emerged like a lotus from the water, her snow-white skin radiant and indescribably beautiful.

Then, I took a few items from the bedside table: an eye mask and some adhesive tape.

"Husband..."

Ning Hui looked at me with a somewhat surprised expression. "What are you going to do?"

"Hmm, today husband is going to do something a little more intense!"

I leaned down and kissed Ning Hui's fragrant lips. "Hehe, wife, today is your birthday. Husband said he would make your birthday special. Husband wants to make your birthday feel different, okay?"

My gentle kiss and words immediately dispelled Ning Hui's surprise. She returned my kiss with a charming smile, murmuring, "Hmm, I knew you were naughty, husband. Wife is yours, you can do whatever you want with me."

While flirting with my wife, I gently pulled Ning Hui's hands up to the headboard and secured them to the edge of the bed with adhesive tape. Then, I took out an eye mask and put it on Ning Hui.

"Hmm, husband... I'm scared..."

Ning Hui's body began to twist.

"Don't be afraid, baby,"

I kept kissing Ning Hui, trying to relax her body and mind. Then my lips traveled down her neck to her breasts, my tongue gently sweeping over her nipples, navel, and lower abdomen, until I reached the dark, lush pubic hair I loved most. Further down, I gently parted Ning Hui's thighs, burying my face in her breasts, my tongue precisely targeting her slightly protruding clitoris, now glistening with lustful fluid, and began to caress it…

“Ah—”

Ning Hui arched her back, her legs clamping tightly around my face, letting out a long, soft sigh!

“Is it comfortable, baby? Is it stimulating?”

My tongue began to caress her clitoris, then extended to its maximum length, inserting it into her sticky opening, still wet with her own juices.

“Mmm, so comfortable, so stimulating…”

Ning Hui moaned incessantly, her breath coming in increasingly rapid gasps. “Mmm, I want it, I want it…”

Suddenly, I lifted my face from beneath my wife, stood up, and quietly walked to the bedroom door.

"Mmm, husband, where did you go? Husband, husband..."

Ning Hui's body twisted, looking somewhat nervous, her legs tightly clamped together, as if reassuring herself that her body had been ignited with desire in such a unique way.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened softly and without a sound...

Chapter 75: Ning Hui's Birthday Gift (Part 2)

I've been too busy lately and haven't been feeling well, so updates have been slow, I'm sorry. Thank you all for your concern, I will continue to update once a week in principle. I hope you will continue to support me. ...

When Zeng Beifang barely dared to breathe, he stepped in with one foot, and I didn't see his other foot—he was frozen there with half his body inside the door and half hanging outside.

Speaking of which, this most private bedroom territory of the Ning Mansion was being invaded by another man for the first time—the Japanese invaders sneak into the village, don't fire—but this handsome man was invited by me to fuck my wife—sneaking into Ning Family Village, just to fire!

The groundbreaking event regarding the green project at Ning Mansion was about to unfold during this pre-planned, clandestine raid. This stirred a thousand emotions within me, but seeing my wife's pristine, smooth, naked body, twisted in a subtly spread-eagle position, with the dense, glistening, dew-kissed pubic hair between her legs—a sight that stirred both my heart and Zeng Beifang's—presented before us, even though my wife had countless times indulged in pleasure under her lover, my anxiety grew ever stronger. I couldn't be sure if, if this Zeng guy were to suddenly pounce on my wife's naked body, Ning Hui would classify it as rape, or at least seduction. If that happened, my gift would be far too much; kneeling on a keyboard, kneeling on a CPU—it wouldn't be of any use then. A threesome… what a joke!

"Mmm, where are you, honey?"

Ning Hui suddenly started speaking in a sweet, seductive voice, her body contorting like an eel. Even through her blindfolded eyes, a hot, alluring light seemed to emanate from her. Her lips were gently biting, causing breaths to trickle out intermittently, her coquettish manner utterly irresistible.

At that moment, I noticed a look of bewildered panic on Zeng Beifang's face. His eyes were pleading for help. Even though he didn't dare utter a sound, I understood from his trembling lips: "Brother, what should I do?

" It was like asking me whether to go for it or not. In an instant, I thought of the famous line from "The Visitor on the Iceberg": "Amir, charge!"...

But I didn't dare recite that line, because I clearly sensed his instinctive hesitation. He was probably also considering whether he could bear the consequences of a rough advance, if his Ning Hui really labeled it rape or seduction.

My anxiety at that moment made me feel completely lost. I even suddenly regretted my rash decision to go through with such a big commotion. Now I was torn between wanting to back down and fearing I wouldn't be able to handle things if I went forward.

So, I quickly reached out and pushed the guy surnamed Zeng out the door, as quietly as if I were doing something wrong, while saying, "Honey, I think I heard my phone ringing in the living room. I'll go get it."

As I pushed Zeng Beifang out of the bedroom, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. No wonder he was so nervous. Having sex with his Ning sister alone was one thing, but having sex in front of her husband, when she was now someone else's wife, required a very strong heart and deep level of sexual skill to match. After all, he was just a kid who had never seen anything like this before.

Even though he had slept with his Ning sister in front of me before, back then I was just a loser in his eyes, a toad trying to eat his Ning sister's swan meat. The mindset was different then.

Then, I calmly analyzed the situation. The reason both Zeng Beifang and I were afraid of turning the gift into a crime was that my emotional preparation and control were insufficient. If my wife reacted instinctively, ruining tonight's threesome would be a minor issue; the real problem would be the complete shutdown of the Ning Mansion's "green project," leaving Ning the "stay-at-home husband" speechless. The key was to make everything unexpected yet perfectly logical, a natural progression.

So, I quickly whispered something to Zeng Beifang, who nodded and looked at me with trepidation, as if asking, "Brother, is this going to work?"

I confidently patted Zeng Beifang on the shoulder. I knew that if I, as the manipulator and host of this event, back down now, what kind of earth-shattering move could the adulterer possibly make?

To be honest, I wasn't just making up a story to Ning Hui about getting my phone. It really was in the living room, and I heard a call coming in. I picked it up, and holy crap, no one expected it to be that guy calling: Bearded Man!

What's this kid up to? My heart skipped a beat, but I couldn't worry about that now. I grabbed my phone and scurried back to the bedroom.

The bedroom was still glowing with my wife's beautiful body lying there, the scene as enchanting as ever, a picture of springtime allure. Her legs were unconsciously crossed and rubbing together; it seemed the stimulation from the blindfolded darkness was quite the aphrodisiac.

Hearing the noise, Ning Hui knew I had entered the bedroom and asked in a sweet voice, "Honey, what do you mean by leaving your wife here alone? Whose phone was that?"

"Hmm, she's tough,"

I casually used her toughness as a shield.

"What does she want?"

Ning Hui continued to ask.

"I didn't reply. Never mind him, I'll talk to him tomorrow."

I grabbed my phone and quickly leaned over Ning Hui's fair and tender body, burying my face in her half-open, moist, and full lips, giving her a hard peck. "Oh, honey, I forgot something."

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui returned my kiss passionately, her tongue darting into my mouth as she murmured, "What... what is it?"

"Honey,"

I picked up the new phone I'd bought because my old one was broken by Miss Qiu and glanced at it, "It's infuriating! Last time my phone broke, all the photos you sent me of you and Beifang kissing on the beach when you went back to his hometown, and... and the recording of your lovemaking livestream, are gone! It broke my heart."

"Huh?"

Ning Hui hadn't expected me to suddenly do this. Hearing my outburst, her body instinctively tensed. "You... are you ever going to stop? Why did you suddenly think of this now? Are you a pervert?"

"Wife,"

I said, seeing that Ning Hui's reaction wasn't too intensely resistant, I thought I had a chance, so I opened my mouth and leaned down to peck at Ning Hui's nipple, which was now hard and pink. "You still have that photo on your phone, right? Can you send it to me again?"

"Mmm... what do you want that photo for?"

Ning Hui exhaled a soft breath, perhaps because of the pleasure from my nipple being caressed in her mouth.

"Hey, are you there, honey? I love that photo. Every time... every time I see you kissing him, I get so excited. And let me tell you a secret,"

I whispered in Ning Hui's ear, gently nibbling at her earlobe, "I've masturbated so many times looking at that photo of you kissing him."

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui trembled, whether from surprise or pleasure, I couldn't tell. "What are you doing, honey? Why are you still such a pervert? Can't you just calm down?"

"Are you there? You didn't delete it, did you?"

I continued my wave-like assault on my wife's earlobe. The earlobe is, after all, a woman's most vulnerable point...

"Yes, it's still there... no... I didn't delete it,"

my wife replied breathlessly.

This answer made me laugh so hard. Ning, the cook, knew what to say next: "Oh, so you're still thinking about him, aren't you, honey? You can't even bear to delete the photos of you being intimate with him."

"You... what do you mean?"

Ning Hui realized she'd fallen for Ning's trap, and whimpered, "Okay, okay, I'll delete them right now!"

"Hehe, baby, if you're thinking about him, that's fine. I'm only happy if you think about him."

I quickly replied, pressing my lips against hers again.

"I wasn't thinking about him."

Ning Hui protested, her mouth still covered by my kiss.

"Okay, okay, honey, send it to me, okay?"

I said, my mouth still holding her tongue, my hand moving towards her lower body.

"Mmm, why does it have to be this way?"

I felt her voice and body getting hot, her legs tightly gripping my hand.

"Just this way, please, honey."

As I spoke, my tongue felt a sweet saliva on my lips, intoxicatingly sweet.

"Sigh,"

Ning Hui whimpered, looking helpless at her husband's sullen face, and gestured to the side, "The phone's on the bedside table, go find it yourself. I just can't do anything with you, you pervert!"

Hurry, having received this instruction from my wife, I quickly rummaged through Ning Hui's phone on the bedside table, swiftly found the photo, and sent it to my phone as fast as I could. Then I carefully examined the photo: it seemed to be a pose intentionally posed for the camera; in the photo, Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang were passionately kissing like a couple deeply in love. Hui's mouth was open with a longing desire, her tongue clearly visible as it was inserted into Beifang's mouth, intertwining with her lover's tongue, making a satisfying, sticky, and affectionate gesture. Behind them, tightly embracing each other, was a vast, pale blue sea...

What I noticed was that my husband, Xiao Ning, who couldn't bear to hear or see his wife being intimate with another man, was now aroused by this obvious cuckolding hormone. In an instant, I felt a restless stirring in my lower body.

Overwhelmed with excitement, I pounced on Ning Hui, opening my mouth and pressing it against her lips without a word, sucking deeply. Then, panting heavily, I said, "Oh, oh, wife, I can't take it! I saw the photos again! I noticed... you were so engrossed in kissing him... your tongue... your tongue was practically inside his mouth... swirling around! I can't take it anymore!"

"Ugh,"

Ning Hui moaned softly under my kiss, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst. Her face was full of confusion. "What's wrong, husband... these photos... you've already seen them, haven't you? Besides... ugh..."

She couldn't finish the "besides," only continuing to whine.

Oh my god! Everything unfolded exactly as I had planned in my presentation. I already knew exactly what my wife meant by "besides," so I quickly picked up the thread: "You mean, besides, your husband saw you and him make love with his own eyes, so what's the big deal?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Ning Hui nodded first, her tongue still inside me, then quickly shook her head, perhaps realizing she'd fallen for my trick again.

"But I want to see more! I couldn't even stand looking at the photos of you kissing him just now, look, look!"

I said, pulling my now fully erect penis from my pants and slapping it against my wife's thigh, giving it a couple of slaps. "My penis is so hard!"

Then, I fiercely sucked on Ning Hui's tongue, which was half-exposed in my mouth, and a string of indistinct, signature Ning-style lies followed: "In the photos, when you... when you put your tongue... into his mouth, did he suck you... suck you like this?"

"Ugh...mmm..."

Ning Hui dragged out her moans with a delicate, lingering tone, offering a half-spoken, ambiguous response between my eager sucking. "What's wrong, honey? Why are you bringing this up again today? You don't get any of these perverted thrills...you..."

I deliberately bit Ning Hui's tongue again, silencing her: "Mmm, I miss you so much, I want to do it again, four of us,"

then I paused, "Mmm, three of us too."

I finished, my eyes darting around, carefully observing my wife's reaction.

"Pervert...pervert, what four, three...what nonsense!"

Ning Hui whimpered, giving her husband such a resounding reply!

"I really do. How about we invite those two siblings to go somewhere else sometime?"

My fingers, positioned beneath Ning Hui, began to knead her alluring bud with precise force.

It seemed the captivating flower between her legs truly was the gateway to a woman's pleasure. Ning Hui's bound hands struggled lightly yet forcefully, her body conveying various signals of arousal under my combined hand and mouth attack. Her lower body was already at its most intense, causing my fingers to make a gurgling sound as if they were being mashed in a paste, while she began to moan softly with desire: "Mmm, husband, give it to me...take me..."

"Oh, okay, okay, husband is coming..."

I pulled my penis completely out of Ning Hui's panties, rubbing the head against her wet opening before finally inserting it.

"Mmm, husband, husband..."

Ning Hui's breath was ragged, her voice barely audible.

"Call me Northern!"

I suddenly thrust my glans towards my wife's opening, stopping just half an inch inside. "Call me Northern, call Northern to fuck me..."

"Mmm, no, no... I want my husband's..."

Ning Hui's body shuddered at the sound of "Northern" from my lips, but the words she uttered and her shaking head conveyed a different meaning.

So I pulled my half-inch-into-the-hole glans out.

"Mmm, what are you doing, husband? Give it to me, don't... don't take it out."

Ning Hui said coquettishly, her lower body involuntarily pressing against me, but her hands were bound and she couldn't exert any force, making me really want to pull off the blindfold to see how alluring her crescent-shaped breasts, stretched like silk, were now, aroused by her desire.

"Call me Northern, call Northern to fuck me!"

I said, holding my breath. I knew that now both of our ears were listening for the moment when success or failure would come.

One pair belonged to Ning Zhufu, and I reckon the other pair was stuck to the outside of the bedroom door.

"Pervert...pervert..."

Ning Hui's moans faded and weakened.

"Please, wife, let your husband experience cosplay one more time, like your little lover is fucking you right now, and your husband is peeping from the side. Didn't you say your husband would do anything today? Waaah, please, wife."

"Waaah,"

this suggestion clearly made his wife's body twitch. Ning Hui bit her lip and paused, then opened her mouth as if she had made a great decision, "Mmm, North...North..."

"You're not finished!"

Ning Zhufu was now smug, smug and unforgiving, "Continue, wife...you're not...you're not finished!"

"Mmm, North, come fuck me, North, come fuck me."

Ning Hui's sudden burst of volume startled me, her body twisting to an extreme degree.

"Do you miss him? Do you miss his big cock!"

I thrust my still rock-hard glans halfway into my wife's wet opening.

"Ugh."

Ning Hui just groaned for a long time without answering, driving me crazy.

I had no choice but to pull my cock out again. "Do you miss him, baby? Tell your husband I miss him, I miss Beifang."

"Mmm, I miss him, I miss Beifang."

After a few more hesitations, Ning Hui's answer, which sounded so captivating to me, finally came out of her mouth.

Oh my god! It's a done deal!

This is what I whispered in Zeng Beifang's ear earlier. I told him that if he heard his sister Ning say "I miss Beifang" outside the door, he could go for it.

Then I pulled my cock out and gently covered my wife's naked body with the blanket next to me—this was at Zeng Beifang's request, saying that he really couldn't face his sister Ning's naked body in this way.

"Husband... what's wrong?"

Ning Hui asked, confused, when I suddenly pulled her away from me.

"Oh, honey, I'm looking for condoms."

Now I couldn't think of a good excuse, so I just started babbling. Then I subconsciously glanced at the bedroom door…

but it didn't budge for ages! Damn it! This is driving me crazy! Is this some kind of eunuch more worried than the emperor? I was instantly furious. What kind of jerk is this? Are you even a man if you're backing down now?

Just as I was about to unleash a torrent of curses, the door gently opened…

and I saw Zeng Beifang timidly slip in, his face a mixture of indescribable emotion and something else, too complex to put into words.

I gestured for Zeng Beifang to move closer to me, and he came to my side—all the prescribed actions were performed with remarkable quietness, just as I had requested. Then, I slowly released Ning Hui's hand, which I had been holding, and nodded knowingly to Zeng Beifang, indicating that he should take Ning Hui's hand and hold it.

Zeng Beifang complied, his expression somewhat bittersweet, but behind it lay a tender release of long-held longing for his sister Ning. He gently took Ning Hui's hand, which had just been in his own, into his own…

Then he leaned down and whispered in Ning Hui's ear, "Wife, keep saying I miss Beifang…"

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui hummed softly, clearly unaware that the one holding her hand was no longer her husband, still responding to her husband, "Beifang… I miss you."

As she finished speaking, I glanced at Zeng Beifang out of the corner of my eye, and there, his eyes were brimming with tears—though they didn't fall, they were welling up.

Children don't easily shed tears, unless they're truly heartbroken.

I was pondering what to do next; the roadshow design only went this far. Unexpectedly, Zeng Beifang's lips moved. Although it was clear he'd mustered immense courage, the sincerity in his voice was genuine. He murmured, a voice only he could hear, "Sister Ning, I...I miss you too." Damn

, now Ning Hui's eyes widened. Would this kid really become a gift, or incriminating evidence?

Although Zeng Beifang's voice was soft, Ning Hui heard it clearly. She instinctively pulled her hand away from Zeng Beifang's, her face filled with shock as she cried out, "Bei...Beifang?"

"Yes, Sister Ning, it's...it's me."

I saw that this kid's face had turned pale with fright.

“Husband, husband…”

Ning Hui instinctively shook her head and called out to me, her hands seemingly trying to break free from the bindings. “Husband, where are you? This…this is…”

I quickly reached out and took my wife’s hand, feeling a frantic strength as she grabbed it. “Darling, I’m here, I’m here, don’t be afraid.”

As I spoke, I quickly used my other hand to remove the blindfold from Ning Hui’s face.

Whoosh! After a brief adjustment, my wife’s eyes widened in astonishment, a look filled with disbelief. Then, I saw Ning Hui instinctively pull the blanket that had been barely covering her body over her chest, concealing her half-exposed breasts.

“Ning…Sister Ning.”

Zeng Beifang’s expression at this moment resembled that of a child who had broken a classroom window and was apologizing to the teacher, his forehead trembling with sweat.

"Huh? You... how come you're here?"

Ning Hui hadn't recovered from her surprise. She stared blankly at Zeng Beifang, whom she dared to say hadn't missed at all during this separation, then looked at me. At that moment, Ning Hui's gaze told me that she understood everything.

I composed myself, then stood up. I knew I should give them some private time, partly to ease the awkward atmosphere, and partly because lovers shouldn't be apart for long periods; they should catch up.

"Happy birthday!"

I smiled and said to my wife with utmost tenderness, then nodded to Zeng Beifang, leaving him with an elegant silhouette—shining with a magnificent green light—as I left the bedroom. When I left the bedroom, I did so quietly, without leaving a trace, but I closed the door behind me—though it was only ajar, not fully shut…

I came out with my phone in my hand, and I was visibly excited. I immediately found the cigar Boss Qiu had given me, which I hadn't finished smoking, lit it, and tried to calm

my surging emotions. Damn, I took a puff, and it felt as cool as a sea breeze, that Caribbean-style sea breeze, huh? Then I heard some soft, whispering words coming from the bedroom. I couldn't hear them clearly through the door, but it made my voyeuristic desire burn like the cigar itself. I quickly and quietly moved to the bedroom door, and through the crack, I saw my wife and her lover whispering something.

Thankfully, the two were much closer than before. Then I saw Ning Hui reach out and gently pat Zeng Beifang's face. I could read her lips as she said, "You've lost weight."

Wow, how romantic! I felt a surge of excitement mixed with my usual sullen laughter... But that wasn't all. Perhaps encouraged by Ning Hui's gentle greeting, Zeng Beifang seemed to have mustered up the courage to lean most of his face towards Ning Hui's.

Anyone with a taste for sex would know what this guy was up to, but unexpectedly, just as Zeng Beifang's lips were about to touch hers, Ning Hui instinctively turned her head away—this made my heart tighten again. Honey, are you ready? Did you know how hard it was for me to plan this "good gift at the Ning Mansion" event? Thankfully, her next move was relatively merciful. Although she didn't accept Zeng Beifang's kiss, she proactively buried her head in his chest, and following his arms around her back, she fell completely into his embrace.

Goodness, my wife was completely naked at this moment. I leisurely felt my little Ning husband beneath me bounce around happily; it was hilarious.

Then, Zeng Beifang held my wife, who was also his lover Ning, tightly in his arms for a while, and then reached out to cup Ning's face in his hands...

This time, my wife didn't refuse, but just raised her head slightly, closed her eyes tightly, and parted her lips slightly... Then what I saw was my wife and her lover kissing passionately again, just like in that seaside photo...

Bingo, done! A weight was finally lifted from my heart. I was just about to think about what to do next, whether to continue the threesome or let them enjoy themselves alone?

That was the question.

Just then, my phone rang with a text message. I glanced at it and saw it was from the guy with the bushy beard. "Hey buddy, got a free time? Want to hang out? I'll buy you a drink."

I chuckled at the message. I had no time for that. I quickly replied, "Sorry, I'm busy today. Maybe another time."

Then, after a moment's thought, I sent another message, this time to my wife: "Honey, I'm going out. I was planning to give you a threesome gift today, but I've changed my mind. I want to give you two some time alone to catch up. A threesome? We'll have plenty of time later, don't let your husband down."

After sending the message, I left. A little while later, my wife texted back: "Honey, you really left? Thanks for the gift."

I went out and found an internet cafe, then started playing Go to kill time. Haha, strangely enough, I was in amazing form tonight, unbeatable! I didn't lose a single game! About two hours later, Ning Hui texted me: "Honey, he's gone. Come back."

I quickly paid the bill and left the internet cafe, then immediately called her: "Wife, how did it go?"

"How did what go?"

Ning Hui's voice was soft and sweet.

"Don't rush, honey, did...did you do it?"

I barely dared to breathe.

"Yes, I did. You told me not to let my husband down."

My wife's familiar charm seemed to have returned on the phone, and I felt a surge of joy.

"Hurrah, honey, I love you to death!"

I exclaimed into the phone, "Why did he leave?"

"Well, he said he knew his role, and that from now on I belong to my husband."

"Damn, what kind of awareness is that? See, kids can be taught! I'm coming back right away, honey."

I hung up the phone, inwardly praising Zeng Beifang for being so sensible, when Zeng Beifang's text arrived: "Brother Ning, I don't know what to say, thank you so much."

See, what an understanding child.

So I rushed home, and when I got there, I saw Ning Hui with a face flushed with that alluring post-coital blush, her breasts half-exposed on the blanket, half-lying on the bed. Without a word, I pounced on my wife like a hungry tiger. Unexpectedly, Ning Hui reached out to stop me, biting her lip and giving me a fierce, motherly look, saying, "Ning, you're getting bolder and bolder! Go! Go get the keyboard!"

What's going on? This woman went from gentle and charming to a motherly figure in just ten minutes? Am I still going to have to kneel on the keyboard?

My wife has reconnected with her lover, even if the threesome didn't end up happening, at least there's still hope, which makes me very happy. Next, I'll have to worry about Xiao Yanzi. I finally got in touch with Luo Xiaoyan after several text messages and phone calls over the next few days. Unexpectedly, I received news that Little Swallow had gone out of town for a performance again. According to reliable insider information I had, Little Swallow's acting career was booming with Boss Qiu's help.

That day, I was unusually at the newspaper office when Boss Qiao called me to his office, saying he had an important task for me. Boss Qiao wanted me to attend a networking party for the city's media and entertainment industry that evening, and he also instructed me to dress formally and bring my wife, saying that many big shots and bigwigs from the city's industry would be there.

Damn it, I hate this the most. Whenever I encounter these so-called social people, my normally kind face turns into a bitter and resentful expression. Simply put, I genuinely dislike these people within the system. But after some refusals, Boss Qiao still wouldn't agree. He even said to me earnestly, "You know Deputy Editor-in-Chief Peng is about to retire. Sending you to the company like this is to pave the way for you and push you forward. Are you really stupid or just pretending? This is a political task; you have to go whether you want to or not!"

Well, aside from that time I went to K City without him covering for me, Boss Qiao is really a buddy. I know he's been pushing me to take over Deputy Editor-in-Chief Wang's position.

That evening, I had no choice but to bring my wife, dressed to the nines. Ning Hui's appropriate attire and social skills at this occasion naturally made me look good. I was used to the envious and jealous looks directed at me at the party because of my beautiful wife, and I didn't even bother to show off. What really surprised me was how damn small this world truly is.

While Ning Hui, dressed in a red evening gown, was holding my hand and insincerely drinking and chatting with various celebrities, a pair of eyes were fixed on us, following us like a shadow...

Just when Ning Hui and I had a moment of free time, those eyes followed a figure and drifted like a ghost to our front.

Holy crap! A bearded man!

"Ah, you... what are you doing here?" I asked

, my face a mixture of surprise and barely concealed nervousness.

"Nice to meet you. Of course I can be here. I'm a director, you know, someone in the entertainment industry."

The bearded man spoke with the air of someone who had finally succeeded in catching a culprit. Holy crap

, a director is something, and a German one at that? My heart sank.

The bearded man looked at me, then his eyes remained fixed on Ning Hui with a look of utter bewilderment. I knew he recognized the woman standing next to me as the goddess of his dreams from that night.

Ning Hui naturally recognized the bearded man in front of her. After a brief moment of awkwardness, Ning Hui composed herself, gave him a polite smile, and then nodded to me: "You guys talk about your husbands, I'm going to the restroom."

"Hus...husband?"

Now it was the bearded man's turn to be shocked. I bet he was filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief that I could have such a goddess-like wife.

The bearded man quickly pulled me to a quiet corner and asked anxiously, "What's going on? She...she's your wife?"

Damn, I couldn't make up any more stories now. I didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded. "Sorry, I tricked you out of a thousand dollars that night, but I've paid you back double, so we're even."

"Hey, why are we talking about money? It's not very friendly."

The bearded man's face suddenly brightened, clearly trying to get closer to me. He grabbed my shoulder and put his arm around my shoulder. "Buddy, I understand. That night, you didn't seem like you were deliberately trying to trick me out of a thousand dollars. We're both smart people, and I know people in this circle."

"What circle? Don't you understand what you're talking about?"

I actually understood what the bearded man meant by "circle," and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"We know what's going on, let's not beat around the bush. I know what kind of game you two are playing. Don't worry, I'm not a bad guy, I won't do anything reckless. I just want to make a bet with you, okay?"

"What...bet?"

I swallowed hard.

The bearded man lowered his voice and said, "I'll find a way to have normal contact with your wife. As long as you don't deliberately interfere, it's fine. If within two months, your wife willingly kisses me in front of you—note, I said two conditions, in front of you, and she's willing—if your wife willingly kisses me in front of you, then I win. If I win, you have to help your brother out."

What's going on? This is too much of a boast! Doesn't he know my wife is a highly intelligent woman from her family? "

And what if you lose?"

I glanced at him. This bet has winners and losers; I want to see if the price is worth it.

“If you lose, you can keep my car. It’s practically new, you can easily buy it for 200,000 on the market.”

After saying that, the bearded man squinted and added, “There’s a bonus too, I have lots of pretty actresses around, if you fancy any, I’ll help you set them up.”

Damn! Actually, I don’t care about the car or those actresses, but how this bearded guy was going to brag about it really piqued my curiosity.

“Hmm, let me think about it.”

I pondered for a moment, then left the bearded man with this vague statement, neither agreeing to the bet nor disagreeing.

Back from the party, as soon as I got home, Ning Hui received a call from Zeng Da Xia. Ning Hui was right next to me when she answered the phone, and I clearly heard what Zeng Da Xia was saying on the phone—that they had graduated from university several years ago, and some enthusiastic classmates were organizing a reunion or something…

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