Urban Heart Thief Dragon Claw 1601-1650

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Chapter 1601
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, they only chatted about family matters, not business. Zhao Jingda wasn't in a hurry, and neither was Lin Tianlong.
Hao Shuyin, however, tried several times to steer the conversation in a different direction, but Lin Tianlong interrupted her. He secretly reached under the table and touched her leg. The air conditioning in the private room was very strong, making the temperature quite low. Because Hao Shuyin was sitting down, her skirt had ridden up, revealing a section of her thigh. The moment his hand touched it, he felt the skin was as smooth as porcelain, with a slight coolness that seeped into his heart from his fingertips. The comfort made his pores open, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and caress her.
Hao Shuyin trembled slightly, not expecting him to be so presumptuous in front of her husband, Zhao Jingda. She turned sharply to glare at him, a surge of anger rising on her flushed face. Lin Tianlong tried to keep a natural expression, spotted her drooping arm, grabbed her wrist, and separated her delicate, white fingers. He secretly wrote two words on her palm: "No rush."
Hao Shuyin glanced at Lin Tianlong in surprise. He nodded to her, and she relaxed, pinching his leg. Whether she was scolding him for taking advantage of her earlier or was just impatient with what he was up to, she pushed his hand away and continued watching the two brothers drink.
"Brother Tianlong, I'm a straightforward person, I don't like beating around the bush. Just tell me what you want!" Fatty Zhao couldn't hold back any longer and downed half a glass in one gulp.
Lin Tianlong poured himself a glass of wine and sipped it slowly, saying, "Yes! Let me be honest with you, Brother Zhao. Some things happened at the castle recently, some problems arose, which you're probably aware of. Although you're only responsible for the outer scenic area, the internal security of the castle villas isn't your responsibility—that's Si Fenglei's problem. But if we continue to contract out the management of the castle scenic area to you, whether you have the ability to build a proper outer perimeter security line depends on you, Brother Zhao!"
Fatty Zhao glanced at his wife, Hao Shuyin, and the two exchanged a look, their faces beaming with undisguised joy. "No problem! Brother Tianlong, your Brother Zhao has about a hundred men under him; he's got the ability!" As long as the internal security wasn't their responsibility, and they were only responsible for the outer perimeter, they wouldn't be held accountable. This saved them a lot of trouble. Lin Tianlong's words effectively relieved Zhao Jingda and Hao Shuyin of their concerns about the division of responsibility for the castle scenic area's security.
Strangely, Hao Shuyin didn't show much emotion. She merely glanced at Lin Tianlong, then lowered her head again, picked up her wine glass, and took a sip.
Hearing Hao Shuyin remain silent, Lin Tianlong knew without even looking that this strong woman was deep in thought, considering a problem. He turned to look at Shuyin and, sure enough, she looked hesitant, her brows furrowed, her small teeth gently biting her finger, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. He had never seen Shuyin with this childlike expression before, and for a moment, he was captivated. He couldn't help but reach out and secretly grasp a soft hand under the table. Shuyin trembled, secretly glancing at her husband, Zhao Jingda. Just as she was about to pull away, he opened his large hand and held her entire small hand in his palm. Lin Tianlong tried to appear sincere, smiled slightly at her, then picked up his teacup with his other hand, took a sip, and said, "Sister Shuyin, what's your opinion? Actually, relying on your hundred or so people to build an outer perimeter is definitely not a life-or-death struggle. If you really encounter powerful criminals or even demons, you won't be able to stop them. This definitely can't harm you. This so-called outer perimeter is ultimately just a signal flare and a smokescreen."
Hao Shuyin looked at Lin Tianlong, feeling that she roughly understood what he meant: "Brother Tianlong is saying that our contracted operation in the scenic area can allow us to obtain some potentially useful information on the perimeter, essentially providing an information hub."
"Sister Shuyin truly lives up to her title as the boss's wife, so," Lin Tianlong said, holding his wine glass, "how to sign this contract depends on you, Brother Zhao!"
Fatty Zhao hesitated for a moment, then snatched the wine bottle, saying, "Leave me a sip!" Then he held the bottle upright... He poured the wine down before slamming it down, taking a big gulp, and said, "Brother Tianlong, if you've been so honest with me and renewed my contract, I won't treat you badly! I'll tell you something from the bottom of my heart too. I wanted to give you a surprise this noon!"
Lin Tianlong, holding his wine glass, froze, turning to Fatty Zhao and asking, "What surprise?"
"I have some evidence of drug trafficking!"
"Evidence of drug trafficking?"
"Yes, Brother Tianlong, let's be frank. Although you took down Li Chuyuan, the underground drug factory in Yandu Mountain is still operating. Although the police have set up checkpoints at every level, the drug trafficking routes are still open. Isn't that a problem?"
"Yes, Brother Zhao, you're absolutely right. My aunt Lijing and I discovered this problem these past few days. The drug manufacturing, trafficking, and transportation network hasn't been completely eradicated. Where is the root cause? Where are the routes? Brother Zhao, tell me!" Lin Tianlong thought to himself that Zhao Jingda hadn't been running the Castle Scenic Area for nothing. His hundred or so men were still useful for information gathering, and they had a knack for seeing things.
"Oh, Brother Tianlong, I really don't know the source or the route. I don't have the expertise either. It's just that my men found some evidence of drug trafficking by merchants and customers during their daily work in the scenic area. As for the source and the route, that's for you to find. I'll give you the evidence record tomorrow! I don't lie to people, but I really don't trust that Si Fenglei."
Lin Tianlong listened to Zhao Jingda's words, pondering the truth of what he said, while secretly observing Hao Shuyin's delicate hand. Sister Shuyin's hand was so tender; ever since he had grasped it with his right hand, he hadn't let go. Her fingers were slender and long, her nails smooth and lustrous, enveloped by his large hand, wanting to escape but powerless to struggle. He gently stroked Sister Shuyin's small hand, from her fingertips to her palm, not letting go of any inch of it. Shuyin was initially turned to the side, pretending to look at her husband, Zhao Jingda. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and noticed a blush slowly rising on her fair face, spreading almost imperceptibly to both sides. As his caresses became gentler, Shuyin's breathing grew shallower, her face more flushed, and her body stiffened. His penis was already erect, less than fifty centimeters from her hand. He almost had the urge to place her small hand on his trousers, but he dared not be too forward, afraid she would cry out, which would be incredibly embarrassing. He had never experienced such ecstasy as simply touching a hand. Watching a beautiful married woman, right under her husband's nose, being seduced by him, filled him with a sense of accomplishment that outsiders could never understand. Actually, he was only touching her hand, not gripping it tightly. Shuyin could easily break free with a little effort, but why didn't she pull away? Did she also love this thrilling, ecstatic feeling?
"Tianlong!" Hao Shuyin suddenly called out to him. His heart skipped a beat, but his face instantly relaxed as he calmly looked at her. Shuyin trembled slightly, quickly pulling her hand away from his, then turned slightly to give him a disapproving look before turning back to look at her husband, Zhao Jingda.
Zhao Jingda was beaming with pride, saying, "Brother Tianlong, isn't this a surprise?"
Lin Tianlong nodded mechanically, saying, "It is quite a surprise! But wait, brother, why didn't you give the evidence record to Aunt Lijing? We've only just met, why are you giving me such a big gift right away?"
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Fatty Zhao's eyes as he patted Tianlong on the shoulder and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? Let me tell you the truth, I had my men secretly recording evidence of drug trafficking by merchants and guests coming and going from the scenic area, but I haven't been able to bring myself to use it. This time, it's a favor. I was actually planning to give it to Sister-in-law Lijing, but since you're now in charge of the management of the castle scenic area, I naturally have to give you this surprise gift. Let's be business as we are. To be honest, it's not that I'm too mercenary, it's that I want to have you as a brother! Besides, I understand some things. Didn't Sister-in-law Lijing achieve a lot because of you? And given your relationship with her, wouldn't it be the same whether I give it to you or her? In the long run, if we brothers get along well, Sister-in-law Lijing will definitely be happy, don't you think?"
"Brother Zhao is absolutely right, he didn't hold back at all. I accept Brother Zhao as my brother, and I accept Sister-in-law Shuyin as well. Come on, Brother Zhao and Sister-in-law Shuyin, cheers!" Lin Tianlong downed his drink in one gulp, placed his hands on the table, and touched his nose with his right hand. A faint fragrance wafted over, the scent left by Sister Shuyin earlier.
"Cheers!" Fatty Zhao cheerfully tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
"Hey, didn't we agree? He's him, and I'm me. Calling me 'sister' shows we're close!" Hao Shuyin said discontentedly.
Lin Tianlong deliberately took a deep breath, pretending to stretch, and sniffed his right hand. Sister Shuyin blushed even more at his action and hurriedly lowered her head to drink her tea. He smiled and said to Hao Shuyin, "Sister Shuyin, I understand. We're family, like siblings!"
He was grateful. To be honest, he hadn't said a word about the castle scenic area's management contract; he hadn't done anything. It just so happened that Li Ruzhen and Yang Lijin were scheming against each other, and Li Ruzhen, in a fit of pique, temporarily delegated power to Tianlong, which led to this whole drama. Since she was willing to befriend him, Lin Tianlong couldn't say anything. He just vaguely felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could only sullenly pick up his glass, wanting to drink, only to find it was empty.
Hao Shuyin laughed and said, "Great! Brother Tianlong, my life for the rest of my days depends on you!" That sounded so ambiguous! "Pfft!" Lin Tianlong couldn't help but laugh out loud, teasing Hao Shuyin, "Sister Shuyin, luckily you said that in front of Brother Zhao!"
Chapter 1602
Hao Shuyin realized her mistake as soon as she spoke, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Interrupted by Lin Tianlong, she laughed too, blushing, and said, "Tianlong, don't talk nonsense! I meant our company's future depends on you, what are you thinking!"
Zhao Jingda was initially a little embarrassed, but quickly feigned generosity, laughing, "Since your Sister Shuyin said so, then her life for the rest of her days depends on you. I agree, what's wrong with that? Haha!"
Lin Tianlong waved his hand generously, saying, "Okay, since Brother Zhao agrees, it's fine, Sister Shuyin. I'm very willing to help you with anything you need!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two soft hands pinched his arms simultaneously. Hao Shuyin laughed and scolded, "Tianlong,..." "You even dare to take advantage of my sister? You're asking for trouble!"
"Waiter, a pitcher of beer!" Mr. Zhao shouted boldly towards the door. Then he patted Lin Tianlong on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, brother, do you think I'm afraid of you? Your brother and sister will both rely on you in the future!"
"Don't worry, Brother Zhao, don't worry, Sister Shuyin, the management of the castle scenic area will continue to belong to you. Whether from my perspective, Aunt Lijing's perspective, or Uncle Yunqiang's perspective, this is definitely yours!"
With the business settled, all that was left was drinking and chatting. Two bottles of Moutai were long gone, and now they were drinking beer. With the contract worth over eight million yuan settled, Fatty Zhao drank freely. Lin Tianlong also kept him company, one glass after another. This time, Hao Shuyin didn't stop him; she seemed to want to drink too. He toasted her, she downed hers without any hesitation, it seemed she really had something on her mind.
By the time the bill was paid, Fatty Zhao was completely drunk. Even if this guy had taken the pills, he couldn't outdrink him. Aside from needing to use the restroom once, he was fairly sober, walking a little unsteadily, but his mind wasn't muddled. Hao Shuyin had also drunk quite a bit. As soon as she paid the bill, she went to the restroom and splashed cold water on her face. Lin Tianlong helped Fatty Zhao to the sofa and then went into the restroom. Hao Shuyin was wiping her face with a tissue in front of the mirror. Her face, flushed from drinking, was like a ripe apple. Her makeup was gone, and her bare face had a unique charm.
He stared at her face and said, "Shuyin, you're so beautiful!"
Hao Shuyin rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm old! Still beautiful!"
He said she wasn't old at all, but at her most charming. Hao Shuyin ignored him, took out her phone, and called her driver, Brother Zhou, to come pick her up.
He hadn't had a proper look at her all afternoon, but now she was indeed a pleasant mature woman. Her face had well-defined features, thin lips, and she clearly possessed a capable air. She seemed to take good care of herself; her skin was smooth, almost without a single wrinkle or blemish. Unfortunately, she was wearing a long dress, which didn't reveal much of her skin. From her arms, while her skin wasn't as fair as Aunt Li Jing's, it wasn't dark either; it was very delicate and tempting to touch. Her breasts were quite large, probably around a 35D. While not the most stunning figure, it was certainly top-notch.
Hao Shuyin was very open, her eyes fixed on the television, unconcerned about his wandering gaze.
This woman was difficult to deal with! That was Lin Tianlong's first impression of her.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, the more he looked at Hao Shuyin, the more aroused he felt. Being close to her, the mature woman's fragrance emanating from her was like an aphrodisiac, igniting a fire within him. He placed his nose on her bare shoulder, sniffed deeply, closed his eyes, and said, "Sister Shuyin smells so good!"
Hao Shuyin trembled, frowned, pushed him away, and scolded, "You damn Tianlong, you're drunk! Get out of the way, I'm leaving!"
He chuckled, made way for her, and after she left, he whispered to her back, "I'll definitely eat you up when I get the chance!"
Brother Zhou arrived quickly. Lin Tianlong and he helped lift Fatty Zhao downstairs and into the car. Hao Shuyin followed behind carrying large and small bags. After settling Zhao Jingda in, he said to Hao Shuyin, "Sister Shuyin, be careful on the road. I won't go; I'll take a ride back to the castle!"
Hao Shuyin glared at him and said, "How can that be! You get in the car first, I'll take your Brother Zhao home and then take you back! Besides, your Brother Zhao is so heavy, how can Old Zhou and I lift him!" Thinking about it, she had no choice but to get into the car as well.
The wind on Yandu Mountain was much weaker at noon than at night. Old Zhou opened all the car windows, but still felt little coolness. The warm air on his face made his head throb even more. He strained to see the roadside signs, but everything appeared as two shadows. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier; he felt that once they closed, he didn't know if he would ever open them again. He didn't even know how far their home was. He steeled himself and decided to sleep.
In his hazy state, he seemed to hear the automatic gate of the residential complex slowly opening. The car gradually came to a stop. Hao Shuyin gently called to Lin Tianlong. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt incredibly heavy; he couldn't open them no matter what. He heard Hao Shuyin calling for security, followed by the sound of a fat pig being dragged away, accompanied by a couple of grunts. The car quieted down. Lin Tianlong slowly slumped back in his seat, curled up, and fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long he slept, but when he felt a cool breeze on his head, he regained consciousness. He slowly sat up, looked around, and realized he was still in the car. Hao Shuyin, sitting in the driver's seat, saw him wake up in the rearview mirror and smiled, "Awake? We're almost at the castle villa, hang in there a little longer."
Lin Tianlong shook his head, dazed, and asked, "Sister Shuyin, how are you driving? Where's Brother Zhou?"
Hao Shuyin replied without turning her head, "Old Zhou had to pick someone up this afternoon, so I told him to go back first. Anyway, it's not far, I'll drive slowly."
Lin Tianlong said "Oh," closed his eyes, and said, "Sister Shuyin, you'd better be careful. My life is worth over eight million!"
Hao Shuyin laughed, "I know, you're a big shot! I shouldn't have drunk so much with you guys. My head hurts now. I haven't drunk this much in a long time!"
When the car arrived at the castle villa, Lin Tianlong opened the car door forcefully and said to Hao Shuyin, "Sister Shuyin, you can go back now. I can get up by myself." He got out of the car and was about to close the door when suddenly everything went black, and his head spun. He quickly grabbed the car door, his chest churned, and he couldn't help but tilt his head and vomit!
Hao Shuyin quickly ran out of the car, patting Lin Tianlong's back and saying, "You drank so much, how could I not feel at ease!"
He was squatting on the ground vomiting violently, too weak to speak to her. Hao Shuyin ran back to the car, parked it, and then came to take care of him. He tried to stand up unsteadily, took the tissue she offered, wiped his mouth, and waved to her, indicating he was fine. Hao Shuyin supported him, slowly walking towards his room. Once inside the elevator, he felt an unbearable tightness in his chest; closing his eyes, the world seemed to spin. He finally managed to get out of the elevator, but he couldn't even see the room number. Luckily, Hao Shuyin was there to support him; otherwise, he might not have been able to walk those few steps!
Lin Tianlong's entire weight was on Hao Shuyin. He hadn't expected such a slender body to have such strength, but considering Zhao Pangzi's massive frame, his weight was nothing; Zhao Pangzi was trained! Upon reaching his room, Hao Shuyin repeatedly asked, "Tianlong, wake up, where's the key?"
He hung his head listlessly, unresponsive. He was fully aware of his surroundings, but simply couldn't move; his limbs were no longer under his control. Hao Shuyin stamped her foot, her small hands beginning to search his body. His shirt pockets were empty, his pants pockets? He wasn't wearing much summer clothing; he was only wearing his underwear under his thin casual pants. He could feel Hao Shuyin's delicate hands rummaging through his pockets. Even drunk, his penis was beginning to stir. Hao Shuyin's hand finally touched his penis unintentionally. He paused, feeling a slight tremor in the body beside him. He didn't move, just kept his head drooping. Hao Shuyin's movements slowed, as if confirming something. Her small hand gently covered his penis again in his pocket, sliding it lightly as if measuring its size. Then she quickly released it, trembling as she took out the room card. He squinted, watching her try several times without success, his desire rising even higher. He tightened his grip on her body.
Finally lying back on the bed, he couldn't sleep at all. Hao Shuyin poured him a glass of water, helped him sit up, and he took a couple of sips to rinse his mouth before spitting it on the floor. The water was quickly absorbed by the carpet, leaving only a deep stain. Hao Shuyin
scolded, "You brat, where did you spit it out!"
He didn't want to open his eyes. He loved being served by her; it felt wonderful. Her two large mounds were perfect as a pillow, soft and comfortable; he just wanted to hug them and nibble on them.
Hao Shuyin brought a cold towel and wiped his face, then folded it and placed it on his forehead with gentle care, just like how his sister-in-law Ke Qing usually treated him. His lips moved, and he softly uttered two words: "Wife!"
Hao Shuyin was stunned, then pressed his forehead playfully and scolded, "Who's your wife! You're drunk and talking nonsense! I didn't expect you to be so attached to your wife, even talking in your sleep!"
Lin Tianlong grabbed her hand, pulling her into his arms and murmuring, "Wife, don't go, sleep with your husband..."
Hao Shuyin's arm was... She was held tightly, unable to pull away, and could only let him hold her, while cursing, "You brat, if you want to hug your wife, go home and hug her! Why are you hugging me! Sleeping with you? Dream on! I promised you, but Brother Zhao didn't agree! Hey, you brat, don't pull me!..." With a forceful pull, he dragged Hao Shuyin's arms and made her lie down. People who have been drinking are stronger than usual, and Hao Shuyin was no match for him. He forcefully pressed her down and made her lie next to him. He rolled over and pressed his upper body against hers, burying his face in her breasts!
Chapter 1603
Hao Shuyin was somewhat panicked, struggling desperately beneath him, but her upper body was firmly pinned down, unable to move. She could only gasp for breath and say, "Tianlong, stop it, get up! What a mess you are! I told you not to drink so much, but you wouldn't listen, and now you're this drunk!"
Lin Tianlong buried his head in Hao Shuyin's chest, inhaling her breast scent deeply. The unique aroma of a mature woman aroused his spirits, his desire almost boiling. However, he had to keep up the act; he didn't want Hao Shuyin to see through his pretense of drunkenness. She wasn't aroused yet, so he had to put in more effort.
Holding Hao Shuyin tightly, he leaned closer, his chest pressing against her breasts, gently rubbing against them. His lips moved closer, kissing her neck and earlobe, murmuring, "Wife, it's been so long since I kissed you."
Hao Shuyin trembled slightly from his kisses. He felt goosebumps rise on the arm he was pressing down on. She kept shaking her head, calling out to him, "Tianlong, wake up! I'm not your wife Qin Keqing, I'm Sister Shuyin! Look carefully, I'm Sister Shuyin!"
Lin Tianlong smiled smugly to himself, "I knew you were Sister Shuyin all along! I'm kissing you!" He didn't say anything, his lips rubbing against her delicate neck, occasionally licking it with the tip of his tongue, then gently sucking on a small patch of skin. Hao Shuyin screamed, violently twisting her neck as she yelled, "You damned Tianlong, are you trying to kill me?! I'm doomed if anyone sees this!"
Lin Tianlong thought for a moment and realized he was right. The skin in that area was very delicate; a single kiss would leave a red mark, making it obvious to outsiders that someone else had kissed her. He couldn't leave Hao Shuyin with any trouble. Luckily, it was just a small kiss, leaving only a faint red mark that wouldn't be noticeable unless you looked closely. It should fade quickly. So he shifted his target, continuing to hold down Hao Shuyin's arms, and leaped onto her, kissing her earlobe!
The moment his lips touched Hao Shuyin's earlobe, she froze. Then, she trembled uncontrollably, her neck jerked back, and her body tensed in that instant. Hao Shuyin's earlobe was small and translucent, clean and clear under the afternoon sunlight, very cute. He enveloped her earlobe with his lips, gently sucking on it, then extended his tongue and swirled it inside her ear canal. Hao Shuyin's body suddenly arched back, her breathing became extremely rapid, and her arms stopped struggling. Instead, she flipped her wrists upwards, tightly gripping his forearms, and kicked her legs, trying to squeeze them together. Seeing such a strong reaction, he released her arms, flipped his hands up, and embraced her head, his mouth on her earlobe, kissing her passionately. Hao Shuyin finally screamed, grabbing him tightly, panting, "Tianlong, no!...Don't kiss there!...I can't take it!..."
Her clothes had already been torn off in the struggle. Now he was only wearing underwear, pressing down on Hao Shuyin, his mouth roaming over her neck and earlobe.
Hao Shuyin moaned intermittently, sometimes clinging to him tightly, sometimes pressing hard on his shoulders, trying to push him away. The room had been air-conditioned the whole time; otherwise, this ordeal would have made him unbearably hot, and he would have lost all interest in the activity.
Lin Tianlong lifted the hem of Hao Shuyin's tight top with his left hand. As soon as he touched her smooth belly, Hao Shuyin grabbed his hand and shook her head desperately, saying, "Tianlong, no...no!" He ignored her and opened his mouth wide, sucking hard on her earlobe. Hao Shuyin's whole body went limp, and she cried out in pain. Her grip loosened, and he took the opportunity to break free from her hold. His left hand went deep inside, climbing all the way up to her magnificent breasts.
He was immediately annoyed upon reaching the summit. He was indeed holding a full, beautiful thing in his hand, its shape shifting with the pressure of his fingers. He couldn't possibly grasp it all with one hand; it was definitely a D-cup. But precisely because it was so large, the bra was stretched taut, leaving no gap whatsoever. He couldn't even slip his hand inside; it was completely covered, only allowing him to scratch an itch through his boots. This was incredibly frustrating! But no problem for him. Who was he? A young, dashing womanizer, a seasoned veteran of the dating scene! Unhooking a woman's bra was a piece of cake!
Sensing Hao Shuyin's increasingly rapid breathing, he touched her cheek with his right hand, and then, taking advantage of her distraction, lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips! Hao Shuyin's eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief, her mouth agape in confusion. By the time she reacted, his tongue had already swept through every corner of her mouth, capturing her delicate, fragrant tongue and savoring it wantonly.
They say that one's sense of smell is dulled after drinking alcohol. The lingering smell of alcohol was now gone. He greedily wrapped his tongue around her slightly dazed little tongue, sucking on its saliva, then took her cherry lips into his mouth, gently licking and sucking. Hao Shuyin clenched her small fists tightly, her chest heaving violently. She slowly closed her eyes, her hands wrapping around his neck. Her little tongue awakened, playfully interacting with his large tongue, one retreating while the other advanced, one going while the other chased, their entanglement seemingly endless. He turned and embraced her, his lips barely leaving hers for a moment before Hao Shuyin immediately pressed closer, rolling over to hug him and kissing him passionately.
Lin Tianlong smiled inwardly, she'd taken the bait! His left hand reached behind her, and through her clothes, two fingers pinched her bra loose. Then he continued, slipping his hand under the hem of her shirt. This time, Hao Shuyin's hand only moved slightly, offering no resistance, and he grasped her breasts without any resistance. He'd never understood why Hao Shuyin, who didn't look fat, had such enormous breasts. While he wasn't a fanatic for large breasts, their fullness and firmness still captivated him. He kissed Hao Shuyin's cherry lips while vigorously kneading her breasts, feeling the nipples in his palms harden and swell, standing upright. He even pinched one between two fingers and twisted it forcefully.
"Ah!" Hao Shuyin cried out, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure. She simply tightened her grip on his arms, pulling his head towards her chest. She cried out, "No!...Tianlong, we can't do this!..." What the hell can't we do now?! He ignored her completely, following her pull and lifting her clothes. Two snow-white, full breasts appeared before him, their nipples a slightly darker shade of red, almost too red, but not disgusting; instead, they possessed a mature allure. With each breath, her two enormous breasts swayed. His mind went blank, and he quickly lowered his head, taking the left breast into his mouth.
Lin Tianlong sucked hard on the breast, feeling it throb gently in his mouth, his tongue licking the tiny folds, his teeth gently biting it. Hao Shuyin covered her mouth, trying not to cry out. His penis was already swollen to its limit, pounding against Hao Shuyin's smooth legs beneath her skirt. He couldn't hold back any longer; it needed a warm, moist place, it needed more pleasure. Kissing Hao Shuyin's full breasts, his right hand slowly slid down, lifting her skirt and tracing her smooth skin upwards. Just as he touched her inner thigh, almost touching it, Hao Shuyin seemed to suddenly snap out of her daze, grabbing his hand and shaking her head, saying, "Tianlong, no!... There... don't move! Please! I can't betray Lao Zhao!... Is this alright?...
What a joke! You want me to stop now? I promise my brother won't agree!" Lin Tianlong, still feigning drunkenness, lay sprawled on top of Hao Shuyin, forcefully spreading her legs with his knees. His erect penis rubbed against her vulva against her two layers of underwear, muttering, "Wife, I want it! Give it to me!"
Hao Shuyin trembled violently from his thrusts, her skirt already pulled up to her waist, her thighs exposed. She tried to clamp her legs around him to stop him from moving, but this only made it easier for him to continue. Helplessly, she parted her legs, her face filled with panic: "Tianlong! Wake up!... It's me, it's Sister Shuyin!... Ah, don't thrust! I can't do this!... Don't move, Tianlong, please!... I'm not your wife Qin Keqing!... Ah! It's hitting you again!..."
He ignored her, gripping her shoulders with both hands, his lower body violently thrusting, mimicking the act of penetration. Hao Shuyin's eyes widened, her arms pushing against his shoulders, her body arching upwards, trying to break free from his hold. He wouldn't let her have her way. He held her shoulders tightly, preventing her from moving upwards. His lower body pressed against hers, his penis rubbing hard against her vulva through her panties. Even through the two layers of fabric, he could feel the warmth there. More importantly, he noticed it was very wet, extremely wet, soaking wet! "
You're already this aroused and you're still pretending!" Lin Tianlong didn't have time to take off his panties. He pulled his penis out from the side, his left hand grabbing and kneading Hao Shuyin's breast, his right hand touching between her legs, feeling that it was almost dripping wet. His penis, through a layer of lace panties, pressed against her vulva. He thrust his body forward, his penis, along with a section of the panties, sinking into a warm pool of water. This is it! His penis could already feel the softness and slipperiness of that place. Even through a layer of fabric, he desperately tried to penetrate, even pushing the panties down quite a bit. His penis, along with a layer of lace, was stuck at the entrance of her enchanting garden! The heat within him seemed to be burning him up; he couldn't bear the stimulation any longer. His fingers touched the collar of his underwear, about to pull it down, when Hao Shuyin suddenly screamed, her body jerking twice. Then, she grabbed his hands tightly with both arms, shaking her head violently, tears streaming down her face: "No!...Don't take it off!...You can't do this! Tianlong, let me go!..."
He was panting heavily; this girl really wouldn't let him in! He used almost all his strength, his hands gripped so tightly he couldn't move. But the glimpse of dark pubic hair revealed by the pulled-up underwear only aroused him more. He simply rolled the underwear back into his hands little by little, the area of pubic hair growing larger and larger.
Chapter 1604
"No!" Hao Shuyin discovered his intention, screamed, and struggled to sit up. She raised her arm and slapped him across the face with a "smack!" She cursed, "Tianlong, I'm your sister Shuyin! You can't do this!"
Lin Tianlong felt a ringing in his left ear and a burning pain on half of his face. Damn it, she actually slapped him! His anger was also ignited by the slap. He grabbed her arm with his left hand and shoved her aside. Hao Shuyin couldn't withstand the force and fell back onto the bed. She simply loosened her panty collar with her right hand. You didn't want me to take it off, did you? Well, I'll take it off for you! She grabbed the edge of her panties and yanked it aside. A beautiful flower was immediately displayed before his eyes. The petals were already engorged with blood, and the center of the flower was sparkling with light, like spring water flowing. His lust burned fiercely, his penis throbbing incessantly. He rubbed against her delicate flower, let out a low growl, and thrust forward with a sudden, powerful stroke, his penis sliding unimpeded along her flower path, all the way to the very end!
"You!" Hao Shuyin cried out in shock, staring at him in disbelief, her expression instantly transforming into one of grief. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled violently with both hands and feet: "You bastard! Get out! This is rape!...How could you come in!"
He desperately pressed down on her body, his penis feeling the tight, writhing pleasure within her flower path. Her constant struggles caused her flower path to squeeze his penis even more intensely. He took a deep breath, buried his head in Hao Shuyin's body, and thrust into her repeatedly. Hao Shuyin cried out, her body going limp, but she quickly recovered, struggling desperately once more.
Who the hell said that once you're inside, even a chaste woman will obey you? That's bullshit! If a woman doesn't submit, no matter how deep you go, she'll still resist! Even with the air conditioning on full blast, he was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Several times, she almost pulled her penis out, but luckily his strength prevailed, and he managed to push it back in. However, the friction was too intense; if she moved a couple more times, he'd probably ejaculate! At this point, whether it was over or not, he'd essentially raped her. He wasn't willing to just pay up quickly; he had to savor this woman's taste, even if it meant being arrested and executed tomorrow!
Tears streaming down her face, Hao Shuyin pounded her fists on his chest, sobbing, "You little bastard!... How could you do this! Come out! Please, Tianlong, come out! I'm so sorry to your brother Zhao... I might as well die!..."
Annoyed by her nagging, Lin Tianlong suddenly pressed his body against hers, thrusting his lower body forcefully a few times. The intense, stimulating friction caused them both to groan simultaneously. He held her shoulders tightly, his chest rubbing against her full breasts, and said, "Sister Shuyin, the contract is signed, and we probably won't see each other again! Just this once, okay? If you don't want to let me go tomorrow, you can report me to the police station, but this afternoon, just give me this once, okay? I'm already in jail anyway!" He deliberately wiggled his hips, eliciting another soft moan from Hao Shuyin.
"The contract..." Hao Shuyin stopped struggling, looking at him with complicated emotions. Damn it, she ignored him completely before, but as soon as she heard about the contract, she immediately stopped moving. Is money all this woman cares about? A single, glistening tear welled in Hao Shuyin's eye, trickling down her cheek and onto the bedsheet, instantly soaking a large patch. Hao Shuyin's body relaxed, her lower body involuntarily contracting a few times, stimulating him to the point of almost ejaculating. He quickly took a few deep breaths. Hao Shuyin closed her eyes resignedly and whispered, "Tianlong, come on, just this once. Consider it a debt I owe you!"
Hao Shuyin's sudden change left him bewildered. He didn't understand what she meant. Why would she owe him? Had she consulted a fortune teller and predicted that they were destined to consummate their marriage? Then why had she resisted so fiercely at the beginning? What was the real meaning? He was completely baffled. Oh well, if he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it anymore. Enjoying the delicious treat before him was the most important thing!
He usually adopted the philosophy of letting go of things he couldn't understand. Because thinking too much about many things would only lead to getting stuck in a rut. People's thoughts change every day. If he couldn't figure something out in a few days, he might be able to understand it then. As it turned out, his viewpoint was correct!
Hao Shuyin gave up resisting, turning her head away resignedly, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, two streams of tears falling from her eyes, instantly making her face glistening.
He felt a pang of pity, kissing her lips, his penis fully withdrawing, then slowly thrusting back in. The sensation of the flesh walls rubbing against his engorged member was intense; he hadn't expected that after so many years of marriage, her body would still be so tight. Suppressing his own pleasure, he licked the tear tracks on her face, saying guiltily, "Sister Shuyin, I'm sorry!"
Hao Shuyin groaned with his entry, tightly closing her eyes, and sighed, "It's already like this! Come on, be gentle, I haven't done it in a long... long time!" He was overjoyed. It turned out that Fatty Zhao had been impotent for a long time, allowing him to get a great deal. This voluptuous, tight beauty was now lying beneath him, ready for him to savor. How could he not be incredibly excited?
As if receiving a signal, his penis became even harder, stubbornly standing erect despite the layers of flesh surrounding it. Hao Shuyin frowned and exclaimed softly, "So hard..." Hearing this, his desire surged. He bent over and withdrew his penis from Hao Shuyin's body. Hao Shuyin looked at him strangely, about to ask him a question, when his penis suddenly and fiercely thrust in without warning, slamming heavily into her deepest softness!
"Ah! So sore!..." Hao Shuyin groaned loudly, raising her arms to hold his waist. He didn't give her a chance to breathe. His penis withdrew again, and just as it was about to be completely pulled out, it quickly thrust in again, leaving not a single inch outside, then pulled out again, then thrust in again... Hao Shuyin's arms were already wrapped around his neck, her legs raised high and spread wide, her entire buttocks suspended in the air. He violently pounded her body from top to bottom, causing her to let out screams louder and louder. The room's soundproofing was really good; otherwise, it would have definitely woken everyone in the entire castle villa. Godmother Huang Wanrong and stepmother Su Nianci, along with many other women, were staying here. He was even having dinner with stepmother Su Nianci tonight!
He had almost ejaculated the moment she moved, but now he showed no sign of coming. Perhaps from the prolonged friction, his penis had become numb; he was only mechanically thrusting his hips, showing no signs of reaching orgasm. His penis thrashed and rammed wildly in the tight garden, and Hao Shuyin could only moan and groan, completely at his mercy. The sounds of their bodies colliding and splashing filled the air, arousing his desire. She was very wet; he could feel each withdrawal of his penis bringing out a large amount of moisture, dripping down her buttocks onto the sheets. His knees often touched those wet patches, cool and uncomfortable. He carried her to the center of the bed and looked down at that spot; sure enough, it was quite wet.
"Tianlong...be gentle...don't rush..." Hao Shuyin gritted her teeth, enduring his thrusts, and moaned.
He kissed her earlobe and asked, "Shuyin, does it feel good?"
Hao Shuyin hummed softly, unsure whether she was answering or just being polite, but she tightened her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Take...your clothes...off..."
How could he have forgotten that! They were still wearing their underwear! Lin Tianlong was extremely reluctant to pull out his dragon root, and the moment the dragon head withdrew from the garden, Hao Shuyin trembled, letting out a plaintive moan. He quickly pulled down his underwear, glancing at it—it was soaking wet! He placed his hands on Hao Shuyin's pink hips, and Hao Shuyin understood, blushing as she raised her plump buttocks. Her black lace underwear came off, and she grabbed it in her hand—good heavens, it was even wetter than his!
Hao Shuyin, her face flushed, covered her eyes and yelled at him, "You bad guy, don't look!"
He threw his underwear aside, abruptly spread her legs, and said in a trembling voice, "Sister, don't move, let me see!" The
beautiful flower was just as he had imagined, delicate and fragrant. The two petals were a deep red on the outside, but pink and tender on the inside, now limp and powerless at the entrance of the garden, no longer as hard as before. The entrance to the garden was a mess, covered in water stains. However, the pink opening, the size of a peanut, twitched slightly, as if a small mouth was panting rapidly. Hao Shuyin secretly opened her eyes and saw him staring intently at her lower body. Even her ears turned red with embarrassment. She raised her right leg and kicked him, yelling, "You damn Tianlong, what are you looking at!" As she swayed, a milky white liquid flowed from the garden. He quickly grabbed a tissue from the table and gently wiped it for her.
Hao Shuyin sat up, took the tissue, and gently wiped herself
. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "You little rascal, you're quite thoughtful!" He chuckled, not bothering to argue, and began to caress her ample breasts, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers.
Hao Shuyin shuddered, picked up the tissue, and looked at herself. Turning to him, she asked, "You came?"
He smiled wryly and pointed to his still-erect penis, saying, "What do you think?"
Seeing his erection, Hao Shuyin's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "How can it be so big!"
As the saying goes, fat men have short penises! Hao Shuyin probably thought that the only thing she had ever seen on a man in her life was Zhao Pangzi's short, toothpick-like penis. His was actually only about 20 centimeters long, not huge at all. In the world of men, it was at most above average. Of course, among Asian men, it was top-notch. Now that she was saying it was big, he felt sorry for a beauty like her. With her looks and figure, even if she hadn't seen countless men, she shouldn't be able to say that every 18 or 19-inch man was big!
Chapter 1605
Lin Tianlong knelt again between Hao Shuyin's legs, gently kissed her lips, and then hugged her tightly. Hao Shuyin knew what he was going to do, blushed, and lay down, spreading her legs slightly. He guided his penis with one hand, found the still moist entrance, and with a thrust of his hips, the head of his penis slowly parted the fleshy walls and gradually entered her body. He deliberately slowed his movements, focusing on the intense pleasure of the flesh rubbing against his body. Hao Shuyin kept her eyes tightly closed, clenching her teeth, her breathing seemingly stopped, only her nostrils opening and closing. When the entire root was inside, and the head of her penis pressed against that soft mound, Hao Shuyin finally let out a long sigh, saying, "So full..."
He stopped moving, feeling the tightness and writhing around his penis, and with one hand climbed onto Hao Shuyin's breasts, whispering, "Sister, you today..."
Hao Shuyin glanced at him, finally understanding what he meant, and rolled her eyes at him, saying, "I just cleaned up the day before yesterday!"
He was overjoyed, kissing her face passionately, leaving her face covered in saliva. To be honest, he hated wearing condoms the most. Even if there were condoms nearby, let alone today, he wouldn't wear one. Showering in a raincoat—how much oil can you rub off? Besides, although it's just a thin layer of plastic, the feeling is worlds apart; nothing compares to this real, tangible pleasure!
With his mind at ease, he began to focus on his work! His penis began to move slowly, like a train just starting to move. At first, it was just a few thrusts in and out, not very forceful, but each thrust was to ensure full penetration. Feeling the increasingly abundant nectar within her, and with Hao Shuyin's increasingly rapid breathing, his movements became more vigorous, and the sounds of their bodies mingling began to fill the air. Hao Shuyin's legs were almost spread into a split; he braced himself on the bed, his entire body not touching her, only his penis rapidly thrusting in and out of her. He looked down at the pink, alluring flesh in her garden, being rolled up and down by his thick penis before being pushed back in. The pleasure in his heart was indescribable; only one thought remained in his mind: Fuck!
Hao Shuyin's pretty face was now distorted by the overwhelming pleasure. She clenched her teeth, and a gurgling sound came from her throat. She held her breath for a long time before she could release it. Her full breasts bounced up and down with the swaying of her body, creating waves of milk in front of him. He lowered his head and put a cherry in his mouth, biting it hard with his teeth, while his lower body thrust even faster. Hao Shuyin finally cried out "Ah!" and grabbed his head with both hands, but immediately pulled away. She covered her mouth with one hand and desperately pulled at the bed sheet with the other. He was really worried that she would tear the bed sheet to shreds!
The flesh around his penis began to twitch, and Hao Shuyin's body started to spasm unconsciously. Feeling her astonishing contractions, he knew she was about to climax. His penis swelled even more, pounding into her body like a pile driver, giving her no chance to breathe. All his strength seemed to converge on one point, the head of his penis thrusting wildly into her garden with unstoppable force. Suddenly, Hao Shuyin's legs crossed, the force so great it surprised him. He couldn't move, only his penis remained deeply inserted inside her, the head of his penis pressing against that soft flesh, reveling in the frenzied sucking of the surrounding walls. Hao Shuyin seemed to be hanging on him, her plump buttocks trembling violently. With each movement, her vaginal canal contracted, continuing for five or six minutes before she wearily released her arms and legs, lying weakly on the bed, panting heavily.
He had never seen such an intense orgasm before! He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue, then kissed her softly and said, "Sister, are you alright?"
Hao Shuyin shook her head, then suddenly opened her eyes and said weakly, "I'm not alright, I feel like I'm dying! I haven't felt like this in so long!"
He could see the loneliness hidden deep in her eyes. He imagined a woman in her prime, facing a fat pig she could only look at but not eat, and thought how wronged she must be! Kissing her cherry lips and fondling her large breasts, he said hopefully, "Sister, what do you want in the future..."
"There is no future!" Hao Shuyin suddenly interrupted him, her gaze reluctant yet resolute, staring at him as she said, word by word, "Tianlong, we only have today! After that, we will no longer have any private contact! If you like me, then say yes. I'm not like you; I have a family. If we're going to make a mistake, let's just make this one. After that, we both have to forget it. It's a wife's responsibility!" Lin Tianlong sighed deeply, staring intently at her. Are some things really so easy to forget?
"I know why they like you now," Hao Shuyin said, stroking his shoulder.
Lin Tianlong turned his head and asked, "Who?"
Hao Shuyin pinched his nose, like a gentle older sister scolding a naughty younger brother, and said, "Who else could it be? Ke Qing, and Ruoshan from that resort she mentioned to me!"
Lin Tianlong didn't know Hao Shuyin liked him, and he immediately became very interested, asking, "Why?"
Hao Shuyin smoothed his bangs and said, "You're very attentive to women in bed! And very gentle. Being with you isn't just about sex; it's like..." Hao Shuyin suddenly stopped, not continuing.
He thrust his lower body forward forcefully and said, "Like what? Don't keep me in suspense!"
Hao Shuyin bit her lip and pinched him, scolding, "You bad boy, stop moving, it hurts! I haven't thought of the right words yet! Right, it's a kind of loving exchange! That's right, women all like this feeling, not just burying their heads in sex when they're together!"
Lin Tianlong was somewhat confused. Was that really true? Then why did you leave me? Wasn't there a loving exchange? Seeing him lost in thought, Hao Shuyin bit his ear and chuckled, "Don't overthink it. Even if you like it, it's only for an afternoon. After that, we'll never see each other again. But right now, I'm yours!"
Lin Tianlong, invigorated, pulled out his penis and thrust it all the way in, grinning wickedly, "Then I'll make sure that afternoon never ends!"
When he woke up, night had fallen. He didn't know what time Hao Shuyin had left that afternoon; he even doubted if she had ever been there. If it weren't for the messy sheets and stains, he would have thought it was just a dream.
He turned over, feeling something hard pressing against his back. Pulling it out, he saw it was a hair clip, definitely left by Hao Shuyin that afternoon. Smelling the lingering fragrance, he recalled everything from that afternoon, imagining her moaning softly beneath him, and a surge of excitement rose within him. He shook his head; the alcohol hadn't worn off, and his head still ached. He got up to brush his teeth and wash his face. Just as he finished changing and was about to go to his stepmother Su Nianci's for dinner, his phone rang.
It was Fatty Zhao calling! "Could this guy have found out so early? I really messed with his wife this afternoon, and now he's showing up at my door?" Should he answer or not? After much deliberation, Lin Tianlong reluctantly pressed the answer button.
"Brother, still sleeping?" Fatty Zhao shouted loudly on the other end, probably because he was on the road, as there was the sound of traffic nearby.
Hearing this, Lin Tianlong was relieved and laughed, "Just woke up. I drank a bit too much at noon, so I slept a little longer."
Boss Zhao laughed heartily, "Consider it a good time to get you drunk! By the way, I'm taking the brothers to Zhongyuan City today, so I can't bring it to you. I don't know what time your sister Shuyin got back this afternoon; she's still sleeping. I'll have her bring it to you when she wakes up tomorrow." Lin Tianlong quickly said it wasn't urgent, guessing that Hao Shuyin wouldn't have the face to bring it, so he didn't expect it.
The absurd days began in a way that no one could have predicted. The union of two people from completely different worlds was so natural that neither of them felt strange or surprised. It was as if it was always meant to be this way. There was no regret, no melancholy, only repeated satisfaction and the desire to be satisfied.
Back at his stepmother Su Nianci's place, Tianlong felt like he was in heaven. Unlike the night of the banquet, Nianci seemed to have become more cheerful, or rather, she was lively like a young girl. Despite recovering from a serious illness, she did not have the pale and haggard look that people usually have when they recover from an illness. Instead, she was like a delicate and beautiful flower, waiting to be picked. The brightness of her face was almost otherworldly.
She no longer objected to intimacy with Tianlong, readily granting his requests for kisses and caresses. She was particularly interested in his enormous penis, forcing him to use his inner strength to grow fleshy tendrils before examining it in her hands. She even jokingly, half-threateningly, said she would study it carefully to apply for a research grant, perhaps even winning a Nobel Prize. Dissecting it would be even better! This terrified Tianlong, who clutched it tightly, refusing to let go, shouting that she was trying to murder her husband. This amused Nianci's stepmother, who playfully punched him with her small fists. She thought he had no spirit of dedication to science, and besides, whose husband was he anyway? At most, he was a mistress. Tianlong, enraged, unleashed his enormous penis, baring its fangs and claws, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, launching a furious assault on Nianci's soft, warm, and slender body, causing her to giggle repeatedly. He laughed and begged for mercy, but the little rascal, now aroused, paid no heed. He stripped her naked and began to fuck her hard. Soon, Su Nianci's laughter faded. Her large, watery eyes glazed over as she embraced the little rascal and began to relentlessly grope him, letting him repeatedly pound her, leaving her wet and slippery, a muddy mess.
Although she was alluring and seductive, Nianci was actually very mature, composed, and exceptionally capable at work. She was also incredibly smooth and diplomatic, making her very popular with the employees of the Chinese Media Group. However, now, alone with Tianlong, a deep-seated shadow seemed to surface, making her particularly mischievous and unpredictable. It was unclear whether this was due to strict upbringing and the suppression of misbehavior during her childhood, but now, once she relaxed, it was completely exposed.
Chapter 1606
During the day, it felt empty when she couldn't see him. Knowing that Long'er was busy, she was naturally happy to see him return at night. She always liked to tease and play with Tianlong, either making him run around doing this or that, or making strange and unheard-of requests like a curious child. For example, she asked Tianlong to concentrate his electric energy on his toes to see if a giant python would grow there, scaring Tianlong into shaking his head repeatedly—mistakenly channeling his energy was no joke. Another example was deliberately wearing a seemingly thin nightgown and swaying back and forth in front of the poor little rascal. When asked if he wanted to see her undress, Tianlong, misunderstanding that she wasn't wearing any clothes underneath, was practically bleeding from the nose. He nodded repeatedly, acting like a perverted lecher. Then, with a grin, Nianci's stepmother took off her pajamas, revealing that she was wearing only shorts and a tank top underneath. After her prank succeeded, she laughed so hard she was doubled over, leaving the little rascal
dumbfounded. He gritted his teeth, grabbed her, and gave her a good rough time... Nianci's stepmother should have been feeling very melancholy. Her parents were abroad, her husband was in Beijing, and her daughter, Xiaolu, only knew how to spend all her time with Fangfang and Linlin. She was all alone in the castle, and should have been going through the darkest time of her life. But being with the little rascal gave everything a touch of glamour.
In fact, Su Nianci knew that this lecherous scoundrel was even more miserable than herself. Liang Rukang and Lin Shiyin had divorced when he was very young, and Lin Shiyin, as a gynecologist, later became the director and was extremely busy. Therefore, Long'er had spent a lot of time alone. Compared to that, what was her own loneliness? Overwhelmed with maternal instinct, Nianci, with teary eyes, hugged the little rascal and gently kissed his forehead, her tenderness boundless.
Two people, sharing the same plight, embraced tightly, heart to heart, lips to lips, locked in a deep, lingering kiss. The kiss was passionate, intense, and unstoppable. They slumped onto the sofa, the sofa creaking under their weight, then slowly began to rock, faster and louder, mingling with their heavy, panting breaths, a sound that continued for a long time…
That evening, in the kitchen, Su Nianci, having slept most of the day, spent the rest of the time preparing the ingredients. Tianlong,
wearing an apron, stood at the stove preparing a sumptuous dinner. Although Nianci had repeatedly told him not to make too much and not to tire himself out, how could he be careless at a time like this? How could he commemorate the days he spent with his stepmother if it wasn't lavish? He had eaten with her many times before, but tonight was the most special.
The young man, with the skill of a first-class chef, meticulously planned a table full of dishes, each unique, with perfect color, aroma, taste, and presentation. The dishes were a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, hot and cold, and featured a variety of steamed, boiled, fried, stir-fried, and braised pork, lamb, fish, and beef dishes. Although there were no rare or expensive ingredients, it was clear that a lot of thought had been put into the planning. Even the color combinations and the balance of warm and cool tones were carefully considered. Watching the young man busily working over the fire, tossing the wok, and wielding the cleaver and cutting board, Nianci's stepmother stared in admiration. The young man, who was a head taller than her, possessed an inexplicable charm when he was focused, which captivated Nianci's stepmother. She couldn't help but lean forward and give him a sweet kiss. However, with a "Oops," the clumsy Tianlong accidentally poured the uncut eggplant directly into the frying pan, causing Nianci's stepmother to cover her mouth and giggle coquettishly.
Not only did they prepare a table full of food, but the big boy also insisted on cooking a pot of dumplings. He and his mother, Lin Shiyin, both loved dumplings and were used to them. This surprised Nianci's stepmother, a native southerner. However, making dumplings seemed fun, and she couldn't resist joining in.
An expert is an expert because they treat it as work; a novice is a novice because they treat it as entertainment. Nianci's stepmother exemplified this perfectly.
She made a few, but the wrappers and fillings were neither good nor bad, resulting in a scolding from Tianlong. Nianci's stepmother rolled her eyes in disdain. After the initial novelty wore off, she became bored and started thinking about something fun to do. At this moment, Nianci's stepmother was mischievous and playful, completely out of character for her age and her identity as the chairman of a Chinese media group. The usually carefree Su Lianqing would have been more suited to be her older sister if she were here.
Su Nianci pinched some flour in her hands, glancing mischievously at the poor little rascal busy making dumplings. The latter, completely oblivious, was engrossed in his work when suddenly he felt a chill on his face. He looked up in surprise at his smiling, radiant Nianci, who returned the smile with a bright, cheerful grin. Startled, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, only to see a clear flour mark.
Tianlong, with a wry smile, pleaded with his "ancestor" and "grandmother," "please don't make things worse," but Nianci shook her head, behaving like a naughty student. The little rascal had barely finished a few dumplings when he felt another chill on both sides of his face. Seeing his carefree Nianci waving her flour-covered hands in front of him, maliciously provoking him, this time, the uncle could no longer tolerate it.
He clapped his hands, not caring whether they were clean or not, and rushed forward to grab Nianci's stepmother's slender waist as she tried to run away. He inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her hair and showered her with a frenzied kiss, making her gasp and beg for mercy. But it was better to apologize early; waiting until she was aroused would only fuel his desire to conquer and ravage her. His lust only grew stronger, and he pinned her down on the large round table where they were making dumplings. She stood on the table, her round, soft buttocks raised high, her legs bent, shifting her weight downwards. Without removing her clothes, he simply lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. He drew his gun and mounted her, thrusting in from behind. At first, Nianci's stepmother made token cries of pleading, but later she too succumbed to desire, moaning loudly with flour still on her hands, twisting her hips to meet his thrusts. Their intense movements made the flour on the table bounce, filling the round table with a powdery mist...
This sumptuous and delicious dinner was finally completed after a series of booming sounds. The little rascal was full of energy, while Nianci's stepmother stood by, her face flushed, her almond eyes glazed, her cheeks red, leaning shyly against the little rascal who was a head taller than her, looking every bit the little woman, a far cry from her previous troublemaker self.
As they ate a hot dinner, Tianlong diligently served them food, finally showing signs of a couple living together. Although there were few people, it was still very warm and cozy. Having shed her previous mischievousness, she returned to her usual intellectual and mature demeanor. Nianci, the stepmother, raised her glass of red wine and clinked it with the somewhat speechless little rascal, saying softly, "Long'er, thank you. You make me feel at home. Really, thank you."...
After dinner, Su Nianci asked Tianlong to sit with her in front of the television to rewatch the Spring Festival Gala. Liang Rukang had called to inform her that Huayi Media and CCTV had reached an agreement to host next year's gala, with Feng Xiaogang as director and Zhang Guoli as host, and a group of male and female actors to be provided. The purpose of Su Nianci's rewatch was to find out which actors were needed. After all, the Spring Festival Gala had become an annual national custom for Chinese people, a kind of ritual. The ritual wasn't about how good it was, but about increasing a sense of identity.
After dinner, Nianci's stepmother seemed to be in a great mood, her expression changing again as she reverted to her earlier mischievous role. She seemed to enjoy this unrestrained, carefree life of causing trouble, no longer displaying her usual formulaic, perfect smile, but a genuine, heartfelt one—imperfect, sometimes wicked and even despicable, like after teasing someone, but undeniably cute and endearing. She
even refrained from watching the Spring Festival Gala properly, coming up with another mischievous idea: insisting her little rascal sit on her lap. This was inherently quite erotic, but the thought of a grown man sitting on a woman's lap made Tianlong hesitate slightly. However, being under someone else's roof, he had to submit. Seeing Nianci's stepmother pouting and showing signs of anger, he could only awkwardly sit down, making Nianci's stepmother grin mischievously, her alluring, smug smile resembling that of a little fox who had just stolen a chicken.
Lin Tianlong sat on Nianci's stepmother's full, rounded legs, her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Her soft, plump breasts pressed against his back through the thin fabric. Nianci's chin rested on the little rascal's shoulder. At that moment, a tall, young man sat on the lap of a voluptuous, mature woman, the beauty tightly embracing the man in front of her, appearing incredibly intimate. However, their ages seemed incongruous; it looked more like a mother embracing her son, or rather, a stepmother embracing her nominal son.
Tianlong felt awkward inside; what was this all about? But to please Nianci, he couldn't care less. His expression, however, was extremely unnatural, looking incredibly embarrassed. Nianci clearly noticed, but the corners of her mouth curved into an even wider smile.
The Spring Festival Gala opened amidst joyous songs and laughter. Tianlong watched with great interest, marveling at the festive and lively atmosphere. The little rascal, however, lacked any professional knowledge of directing or technical details; he simply knew it looked good. He couldn't think about the stage design, camera angles, or lighting.
In stark contrast, Nianci's stepmother acted like a professional critic, or perhaps she was a professional to begin with. While she and the little rascal might have played pranks on each other, the mere sight of film triggered her professional instincts, unleashing a torrent of criticism that left the little rascal bewildered.
"Long'er, you're supposed to be the mayor's assistant and the executive director of a private hospital, for goodness' sake! Can't you use your judgment? What's so good about this? Just because it's directed by a big-name director doesn't mean it's good! The most important thing in academics is critical thinking, not blindly following authority!" "
The Spring Festival Gala has been getting worse every year. The ones in the 80s and 90s were the real Spring Festival Galas, truly made for entertainment. They produced many good songs and plays, launching the careers of Fei Xiang, Mao Amin, Zhang Mingmin, Chen Peisi, Zhu Shimao, Feng Gong, and a whole host of other people. Many classic songs emerged. Back then, things were so simple. If your song was good, if your script was good, you could perform. That was the pure Spring Festival Gala, truly made for Spring Festival entertainment."
Chapter 1607
"But now? Hmph, I've memorized the Spring Festival Gala's format. The opening is a group song and dance performance, not necessarily good." "It's all about creating a lively atmosphere; the main focus is on song, dance, skits, and crosstalk, with alternating segments of varying quality. The less popular song and dance segments are interspersed with the more exciting skits and crosstalk to build suspense. The song and dance segments are usually alternating between cool and warm tones, then a few magic tricks and acrobatics are inserted in between. Every so often there's a vulgar New Year's greeting segment from some government office, with a quick advertisement. The ending is almost always a group song and dance number like 'Unforgettable Tonight,' over. It's as rigid and formulaic as an eight-legged essay."
"And what's even more disgusting is that now every program on the Spring Festival Gala, especially the skits and crosstalk, basically has to have a clear social theme, covering the most popular topics of the year, such as empty-nest families, migrant workers entering cities, housing prices, college graduate employment, moral exemplars, integrity issues, the 'mung bean scandal' involving pseudo-experts, etc. It seems that skits and crosstalk have completely transformed into a state propaganda machine, and the Spring Festival Gala has become a report on the two central government's policies. Skits like Chen Peisi's 'Eating Noodles,' which had excellent reputations in the 1980s, would absolutely not make it onto the Spring Festival Gala stage now, because they have no social significance; all they do is laugh."
"When a gala, essentially an entertainment program, is burdened with too much weight and meaning that doesn't belong to its core, its entertainment value will inevitably diminish, and it will become a mouthpiece for those in power. Its original core spirit will be lost. This is why today's sketches and crosstalk performances look so awkward—forcing themselves to address nonsensical social issues. How can it not feel awkward?" "
Furthermore, the constant turnover of talent is agonizing. Zhao, Feng, Jiang, and Cai appear year after year, no matter how bad their performances are; Wang, Huang, and Guo rotate every few years. As for newcomers, how many spots are available? Many people like to use the excuse that the Spring Festival Gala is so large, with so many people, and is held annually, that audiences naturally experience aesthetic fatigue, and that high-quality performances are hard to find each year. They use this as a lame excuse to prove that the Spring Festival Gala isn't bad, that the audience's tastes have just become more discerning. I dare say, this is absolutely a lie!"
"There's a show called 'I Want to Be on the Spring Festival Gala' right now. Long'er, you can check it out when you have time. It's really good, I highly recommend it. The programs on it are incredibly creative, artistic, and plentiful. In every aspect, it's much better than the Spring Festival Gala. There's no shortage of excellent programs; on the contrary, there are too many. So there's no excuse for the Spring Festival Gala to be like this. Ultimately, it's because they can use talent without being bound by convention. As long as it's good, it can be on!"
"Actually, the Spring Festival Gala has reached a bottleneck. If it doesn't change, it's doomed. It's a national ceremonial television program, yet it has to rely on Benshan to save the day every year. For a country of 1.4 billion people, how ridiculous and absurd is that?"...
Nianci's contemptuous and disdainful continuous rant left the little rascal sitting on her lap dumbfounded. He never expected that the Spring Festival Gala, which he had initially liked, would be so disliked. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and he admired her even more. He thought to himself that Nianci was indeed extraordinary. However, no matter how high her level was, she was still breathing under his crotch...
The program continued, but Nianci's comments became more and more casual. She commented on the lighting and stage design, leaving the little rascal completely confused. He thought to himself, "I don't understand this stuff." But sitting on Nianci's lap was a unique and enchanting experience. Her plump, long legs were soft and warm, extremely comfortable. He leaned back and sat even further in.
Nianci's stepmother clearly sensed it too. The little rascal in her arms, a head taller than her, with a handsome face, stirred a strange maternal affection and pity within her. She was also drawn to the single-parent family background hidden beneath his handsome features, and irresistibly attracted by his masculine aura—a wild, untamed, strong masculine scent, a quality clearly felt deep within her genes.
Her long, shapely arms encircled the tall man on her lap, her delicate nose resting on his neck, sniffing and kissing him lightly, making the little rascal itch with desire. He tried to turn away but was stopped by Nianci's stepmother. However, Nianci herself was restless, her fair hands roaming everywhere, darting like snakes inside Tianlong's clothes. One hand gently caressed his muscular, hairy chest, while the other slipped inside his pants, creating a large bulge that rose and fell with his movements.
It was clear that Nianci's stepmother was completely absorbed in the moment. She loved touching him, loved the firm, dark, and rugged feel of his body—a feeling so distant from her own world, making it all seem mysterious.
Her small hands gripped the enormous python, which she couldn't possibly grasp, gently kneading, stroking, and stroking it. The burning sensation from her palms and the menacing feel of its bulging veins made Nianci's stepmother's heart pound. At times like these, a strange excitement would surge through her, her heart pounding so hard that even the little rascal could feel it. Gradually, their breathing became heavier, and Nianci's stepmother began to pant slightly, her forehead pressed against the man in her arms.

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