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Chapter 1

While Han Bin was agonizing over his marriage in a hotel, Liu Yuanyuan and Zhang Meng were excitedly boarding a plane to paradise.

Everything was so new and exciting. Liu Yuanyuan kept asking questions, as if she had returned to her teenage years, innocent, carefree, and lively. Above the blue sky and white clouds, there was her fairytale castle and her prince charming, and the attentive man beside her was a knight who would do anything for the princess. She forgot the oppression on the ground and wholeheartedly embraced the romance.

Liu Yuanyuan wore a snow-white sleeveless halter dress, her delicate face adorned with exquisite light makeup, her radiant smile like a blooming flower. She transformed from the aloof beauty of the hospital into a sweet and approachable woman, adding a touch of charm.
"Yuanyuan, are you happy?" Zhang Meng took the opportunity to put his arm around Liu Yuanyuan's smooth shoulder and ask.

"Happy, extremely happy," Liu Yuanyuan said happily. She fastened her seatbelt, looked at him affectionately, and involuntarily rested her head on Zhang Meng's broad shoulder, smiling.

"My goddess, as your loyal knight, I will do everything in my power to make this trip an unforgettable memory in your life." "Yes, thank you." Liu Yuanyuan looked up at Zhang Meng's sincere smile and nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Meng put his arm around Liu Yuanyuan's shoulders again and held her tightly in his embrace. Liu Yuanyuan closed her eyes in ecstasy and began to imagine the legendary night view of Hong Kong.

The alluring fragrance emanating from the young woman's tender body in his arms stirred a restless feeling in Zhang Meng's heart, and his male hormones surged. Thinking that his wish might be fulfilled tonight, he couldn't help but raise the flagpole high in the Bird's Nest.

Liu Yuanyuan was so beautiful, and the full breasts and round, white thighs under her beautiful clothes were full of temptation, making it difficult for the long-awaited Zhang Meng to stay still.

His hand slipped silently down, his fingers tracing the young woman's pale arm, gently sliding to her armpit, and lightly caressing the lower part of her breasts, like a soft brush against downy hair. Waves of tingling pleasure washed over Liu Yuanyuan's chest.
Liu Yuanyuan closed her eyes, her beautifully curved red lips smiling faintly, allowing Zhang Meng's ambiguous touches to pass by. Subconsciously, she believed this was just a little treat from a goddess to her loyal knight.

Because they were in a public place, Zhang Meng dared not make any excessive moves, and Liu Yuanyuan felt at ease enjoying this furtive thrill. In a daze, the young woman's legs quietly became moist.

As evening fell, the plane landed. Stepping out of the airport, Liu Yuanyuan couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Hong Kong, Hong Kong, I'm here." Arriving at her booked hotel, the excited Liu Yuanyuan looked slightly tired: "Can I take a shower first?" Zhang Meng reached out and touched her face, saying, "Okay, my little darling. Here, you are a goddess of freedom." Liu Yuanyuan, humming a little tune, strutting into the bathroom, her round, plump buttocks swaying.

Looking at her sexy and alluring figure, Zhang Meng's desire was almost uncontrollable in this room with only the two of them; his erection was ready to take flight.

Zhang Meng was indeed very thoughtful, having prepared a special milk bath for Liu Yuanyuan, which certainly pleased the young woman immensely.

Liu Yuanyuan soaked her entire body in the bathtub, only her face and rounded knees above the water. The milky white water rippled gently, accompanied by the faint moans from the young woman's red lips, filling the bathroom with an atmosphere of decadence.
Liu Yuanyuan's eyes were half-open, the desire aroused on the plane now being released freely in this private setting. She was lost in a dream, her face flushed with intoxication. In her hazy vision, she vaguely saw a couple passionately embracing, kissing, and caressing each other in the steamy mirror opposite her, changing positions.

The man satisfying her desires was naked, exuding masculine charm, fiercely thrusting into her body.

As her body seemed to fall into the clouds, Liu Yuanyuan remembered a face—not Zhang Meng, not Han Bin, but the image of the sunny new boy from her department, calling her "sister" by the window, appeared in her dream. Liu Yuanyuan's two pale legs trembled, like swan wings gliding out of the water, trembling as if about to take flight.

In the warm water, the young woman unknowingly released her hidden desires.

Less than half an hour later, Liu Yuanyuan emerged lazily, wrapped in a bath towel.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Wow—it's so beautiful!" The room had been decorated with gold and splendor by Zhang Meng. Everything there exuded expense and luxury.

When Zhang Meng saw Liu Yuanyuan emerging from her bath, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but stare. Liu Yuanyuan was wrapped in a bath towel, her long, smooth hair cascading over her shoulders. Although the towel covered her most private parts, her slender, snow-white neck, rounded, smooth shoulders, sexy collarbones, and the deep valley of her breasts still left Zhang Meng speechless.

Especially striking was the way Liu Yuanyuan rested her chin on her hands like flower petals, her pretty face filled with a blissful, intoxicated expression, her beautiful eyes utterly captivating. Her full, high breasts, contrasting with her alluring face, were incredibly sexy, almost causing Zhang Meng to have a nosebleed.

Seeing that Zhang Meng's luggage was still there, Liu Yuanyuan asked, "Didn't you go back to your room?" Zhang Meng, staring at Liu Yuanyuan's heaving breasts, tried his best to suppress his impulses. He snapped his fingers, and Richard Clayderman's piano piece "Autumn Whispers" automatically began playing. Zhang Meng picked up an opened bottle of red wine and said gently, "Come on, darling, let's have dinner first." Liu Yuanyuan, perched high above the city, had a panoramic view of Hong Kong's nightscape. She was delighted and excited, enjoying the candlelight dinner, admiring the beautiful night view outside the window, and listening to her favorite music. She was completely immersed in the moment. Although she wasn't with her husband, spending this wonderful evening with her admirer still felt incredibly romantic.

Zhang Meng admired Liu Yuanyuan's captivating charm, subtly flattering the young woman's beauty and allure. Liu Yuanyuan occasionally let out a melodious laugh. Zhang Meng's witty and humorous remarks, combined with the romantic candlelight dinner, further touched the young woman's heart.

Glass after glass of red wine flowed down her throat, and gradually, a flush rose to Liu Yuanyuan's face. She felt that Zhang Meng seemed like a different person, taller and more handsome than before, his face radiating sunshine, exuding masculine charm. Her voice and demeanor unconsciously became more alluring and graceful.

While the romance continued on the other side, Han Bin sobered up.

He fumbled for his phone, walked to the window, and continued gazing in the direction of home.

He'd been away for two days; he should call her. Perhaps, like him, she was also gazing out the window, her longing overflowing.

Dinner proceeded to romantic music, Liu Yuanyuan and Zhang Meng sitting opposite each other.

Zhang Meng, deeply moved, took her hand and said, "Yuanyuan, I love you, I can't live without you." Then, he placed a delicate little box on the table and pushed it to the center. "Yuanyuan, open it and see." She smiled sweetly, opened the box, and took out a ring that shone brightly. "Wow—it's so beautiful!" "Only such a beautiful ring can match your beauty. Come, let me help you put it on." Liu Yuanyuan stretched out her slender hand, gazing tenderly at every detail of Zhang Meng putting the ring on her finger.

So beautiful! So romantic!

She involuntarily moved closer to him, leaning into his embrace.

Zhang Meng held Liu Yuanyuan's fair and smooth hand, a desire rising within him. He couldn't resist lowering his head and gently kissing Liu Yuanyuan's delicate fingers.

Liu Yuanyuan let out a soft "Ah!" and forcefully pulled her fingers back, shyly saying to Zhang Meng, "Don't do this, or I won't talk to you anymore."

Zhang Meng slowly raised his head. Liu Yuanyuan felt Zhang Meng's aggressive gaze, her face flushing, making her appear exceptionally delicate and charming.

Zhang Meng, seeing this, was captivated: "Yuanyuan, you're truly a beauty, a rare gem." Hearing this, Liu Yuanyuan's pretty face flushed red. She lowered her head shyly, smiling, "Zhang Meng, you should go back to your room. Let's get some sleep and be well-rested for our trip tomorrow." Liu Yuanyuan was telling the truth. Zhang Meng had assured her that he had booked two rooms and swore he was only taking her on a trip and wouldn't have any other ulterior motives.

Based on this assurance and oath, coupled with her own yearning for romance, she had boldly accepted a man's invitation for a long-distance trip. She firmly believed that Zhang Meng, already smitten with her, would never dare to misbehave towards her, his goddess. Of course, this was just her opinion. In truth, her heartbeat told her: she enjoyed being with Zhang Meng, as long as it didn't harm her family.

She didn't dwell on the inevitable factors of sex, simply thinking: try to avoid it, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain. As for who to explain to, and what to explain, she couldn't be bothered to think about it. Why bother thinking about things that didn't happen, and couldn't possibly happen? Oh! This naive woman, her world was always so romantic, so romantic that she knew nothing of human nature under the black and white sky.

Zhang Meng watched her furrow her brows, her pretty face slightly flushed, a beautiful curve forming at the corner of her lips, a mixture of shyness and anger, yet with an indescribable allure. He was mesmerized, then suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh dear, look at my memory, I forgot to tell you. We booked two rooms, and the money was already transferred. But later the hotel apologized and said there was only one room available, the rest were all booked." "Then how are we going to sleep tonight?" Liu Yuanyuan complained.

"Yuanyuan, I like you, can't you see?" Zhang Meng suddenly became excited, grabbing Liu Yuanyuan's hand.

Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, Liu Yuanyuan immediately withdrew her hand. "I know you like me, and I like you too, but we can't do that, otherwise..." "Otherwise what? Marriage has no right to restrict the freedom of love. You just said it yourself, you like me, we like each other, so why can't we be together?" Zhang Meng interrupted her.

"You, you shouldn't say that, it scares me." Liu Yuanyuan stood up nervously, her bath towel slightly loose.

She held the towel up with one hand to prevent it from slipping off, revealing her fair thighs.

Zhang Meng's gaze fell on her thighs, slowly moving upwards—Liu Yuanyuan hurriedly lowered the towel, bending her legs. "Zhang Meng, don't do this. Otherwise, I'll never talk to you again." Concealing always seemed to neglect the lower half; the towel covered her thighs, but couldn't cover her full breasts. Those two alabaster-like semicircles crowded together to form a deep cleavage, full of allure.

Seeing Zhang Meng's gaze, Liu Yuanyuan realized something, quickly looked down, and immediately squatted down, bursting into tears: "Don't do this, don't do this—" At this moment, Zhang Meng had become a beast in heat. His body was tense, his veins bulged, and his eyes were filled with greedy desire. Ignoring Liu Yuanyuan's words, he rushed over, picked her up, and carried her to the sofa, pressing her down onto the bouncy cushions. While whispering sweet nothings,

Zhang Meng loosened the towel covering Liu Yuanyuan, revealing the young woman's voluptuous, snow-white, and shapely upper body.

Liu Yuanyuan's skin was crystal clear and white, her pair of round, perky breasts as white as jade. She covered her chest with her hands, her ten fingers unable to conceal her full breasts, making them appear even more alluring.

Zhang Meng was stunned, captivated by the unparalleled body before him. This was what he had always longed to see, always hoped to have, always dreamed of possessing, and now it had become a reality. Looking at the young woman beneath him, Zhang Meng's primal desire was instantly aroused.

"Yuanyuan, you are so beautiful, you are my goddess!" he exclaimed excitedly, quickly pulling down his pants and releasing his enormous penis. Its head was swollen and shiny, its single eye trembling, appearing large and ferocious.
"Ah!" Liu Yuanyuan screamed, stimulated by the slightly protruding single eye, and abruptly covered her eyes with her hands, her whole body burning with shame.

Without hesitation, and devoid of his usual gentleness, Zhang Meng seized the opportunity to pounce on her, pinning her beneath him while repeatedly calling out, "Yuanyuan, my darling, my darling." Resistance was futile; besides, Liu Yuanyuan had no will to resist. Her beautiful body even seemed to enjoy the touch of the man's body. Only her moral compass made her clutch at Zhang Meng's shirt, weakly pleading, "Don't do this, please, please." Zhang Meng ignored Liu Yuanyuan's pleas, panting as he caressed and kissed the young woman's neck and ears, his hands beginning to fondle her full breasts. Liu Yuanyuan felt waves of tingling pleasure spreading from her ears and breasts throughout her entire body.

The hunter attacked, the prey struggled; the outcome was undeniably similar to the laws of nature—Zhang Meng, disregarding Liu Yuanyuan's cries and pleas, stripped her bare like a large white lamb, her flawless, voluptuous, and beautiful body becoming the most delicious and tempting dish at the feast.

He took Liu Yuanyuan's breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the pink bud like a child nursing. The young woman trembled, her whole body going numb, her body sinking limply into the soft cushions.

Zhang Meng's large, powerful hands roamed freely in her crevice. He parted Liu Yuanyuan's two smooth, white thighs, knelt between them, and, with his hard, erect penis, pressed against the young woman's pale pink vulva, rubbing back and forth against the tender flesh.

Zhang Meng grasped his swollen penis and slowly inserted it into the young woman's pink petals. The alluring cavity, brimming with nectar, was gradually stretched open by the large glans, and thick nectar was squeezed out of the valley, dripping onto the sofa. Zhang
Meng's heavy body pressed down, his penis, carrying the weight of his body, plunging in completely. He couldn't help but let out a cheer, "Yuanyuan, I've finally got you!" "Ugh, no..." Although her body was already lubricated, Liu Yuanyuan still felt as if her body had been split in two. She let out a painful groan, her large, watery eyes gazing resentfully at the man on top of her!

She let her arms fall limply, no longer struggling. Thoughts of being violated, losing her virginity, and betraying her husband filled her mind. "Han Bin," she closed her eyes, calling out to her lover in her heart, tears welling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
Enveloped by Liu Yuanyuan's body, the warm, tight, and smooth touch made Zhang Meng tremble slightly. His dream had instantly become reality, and he felt surrounded by immense happiness.

"Baby, baby...you're so tight..." Zhang Meng licked Liu Yuanyuan's delicate, tender lips with his tongue, making her eyes well up with tears and her breath come in soft gasps.

Mesmerized by the beautiful, tear-streaked wife beneath him, Zhang Meng took a deep breath and thrust repeatedly! Amidst the panting, moans, and the chaotic sounds of flesh colliding, Liu Yuanyuan's tearful moans were particularly alluring, fueling Zhang Meng's desire to fuck her.

Zhang Meng's right hand tightly embraced Liu Yuanyuan, while his left hand wantonly kneaded her breasts, shaping her fair peaks into various forms. Simultaneously, his lower body thrust relentlessly, almost always fully penetrating with every stroke, using every ounce of strength.

The intense pleasure made it difficult for him to stop at first, but Zhang Meng was eager to prove himself. With each resounding "slap slap slap," the sofa vibrated.

"Yuanyuan... my darling... your body is so beautiful..." Zhang Meng murmured as he forcefully pounded into Liu Yuanyuan's tender flesh, lowering his head to nibble at the delicate skin of the young woman's neck, sucking out rosy marks.
Enduring his intense thrusts, Liu Yuanyuan's head swayed slightly, her hair disheveled, making her appear exceptionally alluring. "Ah... Zhang Meng, don't go so fast, please be gentle..." The young woman's soft, weak pleas only fueled the man's animalistic desires.

"Mmm..." Liu Yuanyuan's snow-white, voluptuous body swayed back and forth with each thrust. Gradually, she was pushed into the corner of the sofa.

The hunter was shouting, the prey was pleading, and the hunt was about to reach its climax. However, the phone rang unexpectedly.

The crisp ringtone instantly made the oppressive atmosphere of the magnificent room oppressive.

Zhang Meng stopped his frenzied advances and looked at Liu Yuanyuan beneath him. Liu Yuanyuan pushed him away forcefully, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Let me answer the phone, it might be my husband calling." "Never mind, don't answer it." Zhang Meng glanced at her, then thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it isn't." At this crucial moment, he didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

After saying that, he buried his head in Liu Yuanyuan's breasts again, greedily sucking on her tender buds, arousing the young woman's desire. At the same time, he slowed down, using a three-shallow-one-deep technique to control the rhythm.

The mournful ringing of the phone, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the splashing of water, the panting, and the sobbing moans rose and fell, creating a symphony of debauchery.

Liu Yuanyuan's starry eyes were glazed over, feeling an unbearable tingling and itching sensation in her cavity. Her whole body tensed, a strange pleasure mixed with comfort and pain. Her long, shapely legs were tightly wrapped around Zhang Meng's waist, her small feet bent and pointing diagonally towards the sky.

Zhang Meng, being a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, knew the young woman's climax when Liu Yuanyuan's delicate, smooth vaginal muscles contracted sharply, tightly coiling around his penis. But to conquer the beautiful body of the hospital's top beauty, he secretly inhaled sharply and held back.

Only when Liu Yuanyuan's legs slumped limply did he resume his relentless assault. His continuous thrusts left Liu Yuanyuan incoherent, crying, "Zhang Meng, you're so amazing! Slow down, I can't take it anymore!" Her body responded passionately to his thrusts, emitting soft, moaning sounds.

Suddenly, Liu Yuanyuan screamed, "Ah!" Her body tensed, and using her legs and back as fulcrums, she violently thrust her hips upwards, actually lifting the nearly 200-pound Zhang Meng into the air.

Zhang Meng felt incredulous, his body feeling as if it were floating on clouds, like a whale out of water. He could no longer control his body; his glans was sucked deep into the young woman's body, and with a series of violent spasms and tight compressions, Zhang Meng roared, "Yuanyuan! I'm coming!" His glans opened wide, and his semen gushed out with immense pleasure.

Liu Yuanyuan felt a surge of heat flowing into her body, her eyes burning with desire, her body trembling like a sieve, emitting a soft moan that sounded like a sob, leaving one wondering whether she was experiencing pleasure or pain.

Han Bin picked up the phone, puzzled: Why isn't she answering? Is she asleep so early? The phone remained unanswered, making him uneasy: Could it be? She always answers when I call her before? Could something have happened?
Liu Yuanyuan was indeed in trouble. He never dreamed that at this very moment, his beautiful wife, his very own, was being pinned down by her boss, a vile penis inserted into her warm body, pouring out semen and leaving an indelible mark on the young woman's flesh.

A few minutes later, Li Xiaowei was awakened by a phone ringing. "Han Bin, what's wrong?" "Is Yuanyuan there? I've called her several times, but she hasn't answered." "She's not there. She's probably asleep." As a friend, her first reaction was to cover up the truth.

"Hmm, maybe. I'll try calling again." "Never mind, don't call, I'll go check on her." The two houses were very close, separated only by a street, about a 10-minute walk. After hanging up with Han Bin, Li Xiaowei didn't even bother to put on a coat before hurriedly calling Liu Yuanyuan.

Liu Yuanyuan breathed softly, her body gradually softening. Zhang Meng's large, fleshy body pressed down on her curvaceous, boneless form. The young woman's soft, warm flesh, still unconsciously throbbing and twitching, continued to suckle his gradually shrunken penis.

Only when the semen in the tube was completely drained did Zhang Meng lift his buttocks, withdraw his now limp penis, and roll onto the sofa.

The two lay naked side by side, neither speaking. Zhang Meng looked at Liu Yuanyuan's fair and delicate face, still panting heavily. Liu Yuanyuan stared at the ceiling, her face flushed, biting her lip, her expression dazed.
Some liquid slowly slid from the corner of her eye, but Liu Yuanyuan didn't move or wipe it away. She didn't want to move.

"Are you crying?" Zhang Meng realized he had gone a bit too far. "Don't cry, baby." A woman's pitiful expression always easily aroused a man's pity.

Liu Yuanyuan didn't answer him, but vaguely felt some of the man's fluid flowing between her legs.

"It's already like this, don't be sad. It's all my fault, my fault." Zhang Meng sat up, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

At the same time, not only his words and expression were limp, but also his manhood, which had been so vigorous just moments before, was now empty.

Seeing that Liu Yuanyuan still didn't speak, Zhang Meng bent down, grabbed her hand, and slapped it against his face: "It's all my fault. I was blinded by lust and completely disregarded your feelings. Yuanyuan, please forgive me. Besides, I love you, and I will always love you." The ringing of the phone interrupted Zhang Meng's confession.

Liu Yuanyuan flung her hand away, completely disregarding her nakedness, and scrambled to her feet, grabbing the phone from the table.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you answer Han Bin's calls?" Li Xiaowei asked.

Liu Yuanyuan glanced back at Zhang Meng, resentfully. Then, she ran and jumped into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

"What's wrong? Say something!" Li Xiaowei said anxiously.

"I'm fine, I just fell asleep. Did he say anything?" "No, he just asked if I was at home and why I didn't answer the phone. He told me to call back quickly to avoid any complications." "Okay, I understand, thank you, Xiaowei." "What are you thanking me for? For covering for you? Come back right away, okay?" "Okay." Liu Yuanyuan was filled with remorse and almost burst into tears.

Tears started flowing again, gathering at her chin before falling onto the smooth floor. This was her first night in Hong Kong. At this moment, she had completely lost her initial passion.

"What's wrong?" Li Xiaowei sensed something was off about the other person's words and couldn't help but become suspicious. "You two slept together?" This question made Liu Yuanyuan immediately realize that she should control her emotions. So, she forced a smile at the phone: "It's nothing, don't speculate." Li Xiaowei continued, "Yuanyuan, you're out alone, be careful at night, whatever you do, don't let Zhang Meng into your room. You're so pretty, he'll definitely devour you whole." Liu Yuanyuan was a little agitated, her voice trembling as she said, "Xiaowei, I'll listen to you." She paused for a moment, then added, "The Hong Kong night view is beautiful, I've already seen it. So, I'll go back tomorrow." "Okay, hurry up and call Han Bin back, so he doesn't overthink things again." "Okay, I know." After hanging up with Li Xiaowei, Liu Yuanyuan suddenly felt inexplicably resentful that Li Xiaowei hadn't reminded her sooner. She took a towel from the shower rack and wrapped it around her naked body. Looking in the mirror, she tucked her messy hair behind her ear, carefully examined her charming face, and then walked out of the bathroom.

"Zhang Meng, I'm going to call my husband. Please don't make a sound." "Okay, okay—" Zhang Meng didn't want to have Liu Yuanyuan all to himself; he wanted the thrill of a married woman, not just his lover, so he remained silent.
Under Zhang Meng's gaze, she gracefully reclined on the sofa beside him and made the call to Han Bin.

From Zhang Meng's angle, a narrow strip of fabric could be vaguely seen between the young woman's legs, incredibly alluring.

"Husband, you called me?" she asked gently, her voice hoarse but without any hint of unease.

The reason she lay down to make the call was intentional; this made her pronunciation more realistic.

That is, to make Han Bin feel that Liu Yuanyuan was lying in bed at home talking to him.

"Hmm, why didn't you answer my call?" "I wasn't feeling well today, I think I caught a cold, my voice was hoarse, so I went to bed early. My phone was on the bar in the living room, so I didn't hear it. If Xiaowei hadn't knocked on the door, I'd still be fast asleep." "Oh—" Everything fit perfectly, and Han Bin's doubts instantly disappeared. "Is your cold serious? Do you need to go to the hospital for an IV drip? Or, could Xiaowei go with you? I'm still in Shenzhen and can't go back." "It's okay, I'm not that delicate. Maybe I'll be better tomorrow. Be careful there by yourself, and go to bed early too." "Okay, then you go back to sleep. I'll go back as soon as I'm done here." "Okay, I'm going to sleep now, goodnight." Everything seemed like a performance, yet it was so skillful it was flawless.

However, after hanging up the phone, Liu Yuanyuan touched her forehead and found it was covered in sweat.

Zhang Meng rubbed his eyes, surprised by the little woman's performance.

"Yuanyuan—" Zhang Meng called out affectionately.

Liu Yuanyuan looked at him, then said very seriously, "I hope you can keep your word from now on." "Keep my word?" Zhang Meng asked, puzzled.

"You said you would always love me." "Yes, I said I would always love you." A look of surprise flashed across Zhang Meng's face.

Based on experience, he felt that a woman like Liu Yuanyuan would need a long time to adjust after something like this, but he hadn't expected her to be so composed now.

He was surprised and puzzled: Why was that? Are women's transformations always this quick?

"Then, you have to protect me, protect all my reputation. Can you do that?" "Yes, of course I can. As a man, it's what I should do, and it's my duty." Zhang Meng said, gently kissing Liu Yuanyuan's pink cheek. To his surprise, she didn't flinch.

"Zhang Meng, I believe you. So, please keep our relationship a secret no matter what." Liu Yuanyuan's voice softened considerably. After a pause, she added, "Otherwise, I'll kill myself." Her voice became less gentle again.

"Yuanyuan, please don't say that." Zhang Meng kissed her on the corner of her mouth again, his hand gently stroking her body. "I swear on my honor, what happened tonight is known only to you, me, and heaven." "Even heaven can't know. Zhang Meng, I like you, I like being with you. But I love my husband, and I can't live without him, do you understand?" Liu Yuanyuan not only didn't feel disgusted, but also hooked her arms around his neck.

"I understand. Don't worry, our relationship won't affect your marriage. Maybe you feel guilty now, but so do I. But I really can't control myself, really, I can't control myself at all."
Zhang Meng pulled Liu Yuanyuan down to sit on the sofa and continued, "Sometimes, I ask myself, is this love that came too late? Sigh, why didn't we meet a few years earlier?" Regret was evident in Zhang Meng's words. His voice, his words, easily touched a woman like Liu Yuanyuan.

"Don't say anymore. I believe you're serious about me. However, I never expected a future with you. Many times, I'm very conflicted; I wish you two could become one person." A woman's transformation can be very rapid sometimes, and it's hard to distinguish between reserve and feigned innocence.

"Hehe, Yuanyuan, don't talk nonsense. I am who I am, and he is who he is. Besides, love and marriage aren't contradictory. Moreover, I've always believed that true love doesn't necessarily exist in marriage, and love within marriage isn't necessarily true love." The atmosphere lightened somewhat, and Zhang Meng smiled tentatively.

"Maybe, but I don't think I'm a good woman anymore. I betrayed my husband and family. And, and..." "And what?" "And, it all feels like a dream, completely like a dream." Liu Yuanyuan took Zhang Meng's hand and slowly leaned against his shoulder. "I'm afraid of this feeling, it terrifies me." Zhang Meng took the opportunity to pull Liu Yuanyuan into his arms, carefully and gently caressing her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I can promise that no matter what happens in the future, even if it means cutting off my own flesh, I will not hesitate to protect you forever, and I will not let anyone hurt you." Liu Yuanyuan was instantly moved and chuckled, her charming appearance particularly captivating. She was intoxicated by Zhang Meng's sweet words and his confidence in his own charm, believing that he would truly treat her well, believing that this was what romantic love was, and believing that their recent transgression would not affect their marriage.

As Zhang Meng spoke, his hands roamed over her body. Liu Yuanyuan had accepted the intimacy they had established and no longer resented physical contact. With her eyes closed, she cooperated intentionally or unintentionally, allowing Zhang Meng to fully enjoy the charming allure of the young woman, as if rewarding him for his earlier promises and vows.

Zhang Meng lowered his head and kissed Liu Yuanyuan's full, tender red lips, skillfully inserting his tongue into her mouth, teasing and swirling it with varying speeds. Soon, Liu Yuanyuan arched her snow-white neck, her arms wrapping around Zhang Meng's neck like snakes, her moist, luscious lips responding passionately with her delicate tongue.

In a daze, Zhang Meng licked the young woman's sensitive earlobe and whispered, "Yuanyuan, look, I'm hard again. Let's do it again." The fire in the young woman's heart was ignited, and so, the two made love again on the sofa. This time, however, Liu Yuanyuan was the one initiating the encounter.

She flipped over, skillfully straddling Zhang Meng, slowly removing her bath towel. Her full, white breasts bounced joyfully as the towel slipped off, their nipples already erect.

The young woman's beautiful eyes were glazed, her red lips slightly parted, her glossy black hair cascading messily over her shoulders, a few strands curling and falling onto her breasts. She contorted her body, her slender fingers guiding the penis into her alluring opening, creating a scene of utterly eroticism.

The room's stereo blared again, playing "If You're Going to Marry, Marry Gray Wolf," filling the air with a wild and chaotic atmosphere. In her low murmurs, Liu Yuanyuan's swaying waist exuded boundless allure. Zhang Meng's eyes were fixed on Liu Yuanyuan's round, full peaches, her charming face, his mind and body utterly satisfied.

He panted as he caressed her smooth, round buttocks, his fingers gripping the young woman's firm flesh, thrusting his hips upwards with all his might! He almost lifted Liu Yuanyuan off the sofa.

Liu Yuanyuan gripped the sofa back tightly, twisting her waist desperately, her body undulating like waves on Zhang Meng's body, her firm breasts swaying and bouncing, her two nipples incredibly delicate and red.

Zhang Meng reached out and grasped the young woman's snow-white, round breasts, kneading them with irresistible caress, his erect penis swelling even more, embedding itself in Liu Yuanyuan's tight, lubricated vagina, making it impossible for her to pull away for a moment.

The full, comfortable pleasure made Liu Yuanyuan's moans even more melodious and alluring. She tilted her head back, her beautiful hair swaying and swinging, emitting a series of seductive giggles, her hips rubbing and twisting forcefully.

In Zhang Meng's eyes, she was like a blooming white peony, bursting forth under the hazy lights. Her swaying, beautiful body evoked in Zhang Meng the feeling for the first time that "to die beneath a peony is to die a romantic death."
Soon, Liu Yuanyuan was dazed, her hair disheveled. Her round, jade-like arms embraced Zhang Meng's head, and she offered her breasts to him as if nursing, letting him suckle and nibble. Her body swayed gently, like paddling. Zhang Meng

slipped his hands under Liu Yuanyuan's thighs, lifted her up, and began to thrust, using the power of his hips to toss the young woman's round buttocks into the air before slamming them down. The uncontrollable, penetrating pleasure quickly overwhelmed Liu Yuanyuan. Stimulated by this novel position, she was in ecstasy, her juices flowing freely.

Zhang Meng walked to the French windows, then slammed the young woman against the glass. Liu Yuanyuan cried out and bit Zhang Meng's shoulder, her soft, slippery orifice tightly gripping his penis and convulsing.
Zhang Meng pressed her against the window and thrust into her a dozen times, releasing his own pleasure. A gush of hot semen shot out, and he and the young woman were once again joined together.

After the climax, Liu Yuanyuan clung to Zhang Meng like an octopus, her face flushed, covered in sweat, yet a happy smile played on her lips.

At that moment, she had completely forgotten her promise to her best friend Li Xiaowei and her love for her husband Han Bin.

Chapter Two

: After her romantic but brief trip to Hong Kong, Liu Yuanyuan quickly resumed her role as a cool and aloof wife at the hospital. She occasionally met with Zhang Meng to keep him interested, and feeling guilty about her business trip with Han Bin, she also flattered him. The newlywed couple quickly rekindled their relationship. She juggled the two men, living a carefree and leisurely life. However, due to carelessness, she was discovered by Zhang Meng's wife, leading to a quarrel and trouble. The two met in a karaoke room to discuss their next move. Coincidentally, Han Bin was also at the same karaoke room with some friends that evening; the husband and wife, and the lover, were separated by only a wall.

It's easy to imagine that Zhang Meng would not let go of this opportune moment when a sexually frustrated middle-aged man is alone with a young and beautiful woman. As they chat, Zhang Meng promises to transfer Liu Ai'ai out of the hospital to work as a manager at a beauty salon affiliated with the hospital. Liu Ai'ai is quite interested, and Zhang Meng takes the opportunity to pull her into his arms and comfort her. The atmosphere in the private room quickly becomes ambiguous.

Liu Yuanyuan, standing before Zhang Meng, possessed a thousand charms and boundless allure. Her mature and delicate beauty radiated from her eyes and brows, captivating him. Zhang Meng's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but gently stroke Liu Yuanyuan's plump and soft back. Liu Yuanyuan felt a tingling sensation all over her body. Having resolved the issue of Zhang Meng's wife causing trouble, a great weight was lifted from her heart, and she stopped thinking about anything else. Zhang Meng's caresses further softened her body. Although she hadn't intended for anything to happen between her and Zhang Meng here tonight, her nature was always gentle, and she neither objected nor yielded to the man's intimate contact.

But Zhang Meng wasn't satisfied with just embracing the young woman. Holding this beautiful, voluptuous, and elastic woman in his arms, his hormones quickly surged. "Yuanyuan, I want you." Liu Yuanyuan suddenly felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen and was a little angry. After all, she had come here tonight to deal with a dispute with Zhang Meng's wife, and this man had no sense of propriety at all, so she said unhappily, "What time is it? You're still thinking about that?" "But I can't control myself, I just want to have sex with you." "No, if you're like this, not only today, but never again." Liu Yuanyuan stood in front of Zhang Meng with a stern face, becoming a cold and unapproachable figure. Zhang Meng immediately softened and apologized repeatedly. It took a while for the young woman to regain her smile and sit down again to enjoy her coffee.

From the side, Zhang Meng noticed Liu Yuanyuan's always graceful figure: a swan-like, long, white neck, firm breasts, a slender waist, and a pair of fishtail-style casual trousers. The loose legs accentuated her voluptuous hips, making them appear exceptionally sexy. Wearing only a shapely thong, the gap between her rounded buttocks was incredibly alluring, making Zhang Meng's fingers twitch.

He recalled the first time he possessed Liu Yuanyuan, remembering her trembling, delicate skin and alluring curves as he was thrust into her. His thoughts drifted, and his eyes seemed to peel back the clothes of a young woman, revealing a patch of white, shimmering flesh.

"Let's go back. Han Bin went home recently; it's not good to go back too late," Liu Yuanyuan said, finishing her coffee and checking her watch. It was getting late, and she and Zhang Meng had already discussed things. She bent down to get her bag, revealing her smooth, white back and fair skin.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng could no longer resist. If he didn't act soon, the beauty would be going home. He stepped forward and hugged Liu Yuanyuan tightly. "Yuanyuan, you're so beautiful, I can't resist anymore, give yourself to me." Caught off guard by the sudden hug, Liu Yuanyuan almost stumbled. Before she could react, Zhang Meng was already pressed against her from behind, his hands reaching under her armpits to grasp her two full, firm breasts. The

moment Zhang Meng squeezed her breasts, Liu Yuanyuan instinctively felt a surge of desire, but her feminine modesty made her clench her armpits, trying to prevent Zhang Meng's hands from moving. She struggled to break free, saying, "Zhang Meng, let go, don't do this!" Zhang Meng, already burning with desire, completely ignored Liu Yuanyuan's words. He gripped Liu Yuanyuan's curvaceous upper body tightly with both arms. "Yuanyuan, baby, give me one more time, I'm going crazy with desire." Zhang Meng's hands pressed, squeezed, rubbed, and kneaded Liu Yuanyuan's full breasts, while he bent down to kiss her neck and earlobes, teasing the mature woman's body. His hot, hard lower body pressed and thrust against her full buttocks.

Liu Yuanyuan's face flushed and her heart raced. An indescribable urge surged through her body, her breasts swelled, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. She tilted her head back, twisting her swan-like neck, not letting Zhang Meng kiss her easily.

Zhang Meng, like a bull, exhaled hot breath onto the woman's pink neck and ears. The hot masculine scent stimulated Liu Yuanyuan's tense body, gradually softening it.

At this moment, Liu Yuanyuan was like a lamb to the slaughter, seemingly waiting in despair. Strangely, after struggling, her body felt unusually intense, especially her buttocks, which were being pressed against, which felt tingly and numb, and even the area between her legs became itchy. Soon, this feeling spread throughout her body.

Amidst the waves of tingling and itching, only her breasts were being kneaded by Zhang Meng, bringing her continuous pleasure. Liu Ai'ai relaxed completely, her body yearning for Zhang Meng to grow four more hands to caress her. She even leaned her head back on Zhang Meng's shoulder and asked softly, "Zhang Meng, do you really love me?" "Yuanyuan, my love for you is endless." Taking advantage of Liu Yuanyuan's softened attitude, Zhang Meng took the opportunity to slip his hands inside her clothes. Liu Ai'ai obediently let him touch her, and even slightly twisted her body, allowing his fingers to slip down from her waist and caress her tender, smooth buttocks. After a while, due to some strange sensation in a certain place, she let out a soft moan.

Liu Yuanyuan turned around, looking at Zhang Meng with ambiguous eyes, her chest heaving, and said with an indescribable expression, "Don't worry, I won't leave. Let's find a safe place, and I'll give you my body." But Zhang Meng didn't give up. He embraced Liu Yuanyuan from the front, his desire like vines growing in a dark forest, obscuring the moonlight. The thin door of the private room now became a shield, emboldening the man's lust and making his desire surge uncontrollably.

Liu Yuanyuan nestled in Zhang Meng's arms, her eyes hazy, her breath sweet. When she agreed to the man's advances, her body, like a swan struck by an arrow, instantly went limp and relaxed, her calves trembling slightly.

Zhang Meng lowered his head and kissed Liu Yuanyuan's red lips, his tongue prying open the young woman's pearly teeth, invading her mouth, and sucking the sweet saliva inside. Liu Yuanyuan was already aroused, hugging Zhang Meng's shoulders and neck, her delicate tongue responding passionately. During the passionate kiss, the young woman kept making soft moaning sounds, further stimulating Zhang Meng's blood to boil.

Zhang Meng sucked on the young woman's delicate tongue, his lower body rubbing against her soft belly. Liu Yuanyuan twisted her waist and cooperated gently, allowing Zhang Meng to fully enjoy the tenderness of a married woman. Zhang Meng swallowed the sweet saliva and suddenly had a thought. If he could have the hospital's top beauty kneel at his feet and give him a blowjob, that would be the ultimate imperial pleasure. Once

lust arose, Zhang Meng immediately put it into action. One hand embraced the young woman, kissing her neck and ears, while the other hand slipped under her clothes to conquer her, skillfully teasing her desire. Liu Yuanyuan's mature body could not withstand such teasing, and soon her valley was filled with springs. The young woman's eyes were hazy, her red lips were half-open, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Zhang Meng watched with smug satisfaction as Liu Yuanyuan lost herself in his ministrations. The young woman's alluring body filled him with admiration; both the visual and tactile experience provided unparalleled pleasure, fueling his desire to possess her permanently.
Liu Yuanyuan was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. She couldn't help but recall Zhang Meng's large, throbbing penis that had once penetrated her, the sensation now incredibly pleasurable. As she thought of it, her lower body spasmed, and Liu Yuanyuan felt herself transform into a blooming flower, her delicate pink stamen trembling as it opened towards Zhang Meng.

Liu Yuanyuan's continuous, magnetic moans told Zhang Meng that the moment had arrived. He slowly released his arms, and the young woman's body, as if its bones had been removed, limply nestled in his embrace. As his arms lowered, her soft, delicate body, now without support, slid down to his feet. The young woman, her face pale and bewildered, clutched Zhang Meng's trouser leg and slumped helplessly at his feet.

Zhang Meng leered as he unbuckled his belt, revealing his long, waiting black iron spear. Although he didn't utter a sound, Liu Yuanyuan, now a married woman, understood his meaning. Her cheeks and neck flushed instantly, and her lower body became hot and wet.
In Liu Yuanyuan's eyes, Zhang Meng's imposing figure, towering above her, exuded a sense of oppression and masculinity. His erect spear was particularly imposing, causing her to involuntarily part her red lips and breathe rapidly. The young woman felt her vaginal muscles tighten and her body overflow with nectar; her conquered flesh yearned for that magnificent spear to grace her once more.

Zhang Meng smugly scrutinized the extremely alluring Liu Yuanyuan. The young woman's curly black hair cascaded naturally, framing her porcelain-like face. Her full breasts stretched taut over her white lace blouse, and the open neckline revealed two mounds of snow-white flesh, bulging with undeniable sexiness.

Zhang Meng's gaze shifted to the young woman's alluring red lips. Her cherry-like mouth opened in an "O" shape, making him unbearably aroused. He licked his lips and brought his penis close to her lips, whispering, "Yuanyuan, I can't hold back anymore. Help me cool down first, then we'll go somewhere secluded and have a proper time."

The usually meek Liu Yuanyuan couldn't refuse Zhang Meng's semi-forceful advances. Subconsciously, she told herself, "Zhang Meng loves me so much; it's not wrong to flatter him occasionally." Besides, she had tried this with Han Bin during their honeymoon, and the warmth of a man in her mouth had given her a strange pleasure amidst shame.

Liu Yuanyuan tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her charming face displaying a half-smile, her eyes glancing sideways at the man. Zhang Meng's heart stirred, his penis swelled, and he couldn't help but press forward, trying to rub his penis against the beautiful young woman's half-open red lips to cool down.

The beautiful young woman brushed her curly hair aside, giving the man a shy, sidelong glance. Her mature, alluring charm sent shivers down Zhang Meng's spine. He instinctively placed his hard, erect penis between her slender fingers, letting her gently guide it into her rosy, sensual mouth.

In the next private room, Han Bin and his cronies were also surrounded by several hot, scantily clad young women, drinking and having fun. However, Han Bin couldn't have imagined that as he compared the woman in his arms to his wife, his beautiful wife would betray him again, this time using the very method she least wanted to use: oral sex.

Because Han Bin hadn't trained her much, Liu Ai'ai lacked skill in this area. When she put Zhang Meng's thick, hot penis in her mouth, she forgot what to do. A strange smell rushed into her throat, making her feel nauseous and want to vomit. But Zhang Meng's thick penis filled her mouth completely, almost embedding it inside. She desperately wanted to spit it out but couldn't. A feeling of humiliation instantly filled her eyes with tears.

Zhang Meng felt his penis being tightly sucked by the young woman's warm, tender mouth. The stimulation of possessing and humiliating his beautiful subordinate almost made him lose control and ejaculate into Liu Ai'ai's mouth. Fortunately, the young woman's inexperienced teeth tightly gripped his penis, giving him some time to recover. He took a deep breath, cupped the young woman's cheeks with both hands, pressed his penis against her small mouth and tongue, and stopped, gently and smilingly guiding the young woman.

Liu Ai'ai was naturally alluring, and being newly married, her body was still overflowing with desire. One moment she felt humiliated while holding Zhang Meng's large penis in her mouth, but the next moment she unconsciously wrapped her tightly around the man's burning heat. Zhang Meng's teasing words made her even more alluring, her eyebrows, eyes, and lips exuding the charming charm of a young woman. Her upper body kept rubbing against Zhang Meng's legs, and her lower abdomen was hot and her thighs were already overflowing with desire.

Under the patient tutelage of Zhang Meng, a seasoned womanizer, Liu Ai'ai practiced with a mixture of reluctance and shyness. As expected of a beauty in bed, she learned quickly and mastered the skills rapidly. With Zhang Meng's constant praise and encouragement, the young woman, her watery, seductive eyes half-open, would occasionally glance at Zhang Meng with lustful intent. Her slender fingers would gently caress and knead Zhang Meng's hot penis and testicles, her fragrant tongue would tenderly lick the glans, and her tongue tip would drag back and forth on the penis, drawing lewd tattoos on the organ with the shiny silver threads.

Watching the hospital's most beautiful woman obediently kneeling before him, serving his penis with her delicate mouth and pink fingers, Zhang Meng was incredibly excited. He thrust his thick, long penis in and out of the beautiful woman's warm, tight mouth. Liu Ai'ai had already been conquered by the man's magnificent organ. She passionately hugged Zhang Meng's legs, her face flushed with intoxication as she diligently sucked on her lover's large penis. Silvery saliva was drawn out by the constant thrusting of the male organ, overflowing from her lips and chin. Both of them felt an extraordinary stimulation and excitement.

The couple were separated by only a wall, practically touching. Han Bin was embracing a strange yet sexy woman, their bodies brushing against each other, yet nothing had gone too far. Meanwhile, the stunningly beautiful Liu Yuanyuan knelt before her lover, sucking his erect penis and singing a lascivious song of conquest. Her rosy lips swallowed his heat, and her delicate nose emitted soul-stirring moans. Zhang Meng smugly enjoyed the ministrations of this alluring wife, letting out satisfied howls in his high-pitched voice, feeling as if he were in heaven, an experience beyond the mundane.

Han Bin heard the commotion and screams from next door, but in the noisy karaoke room, such sounds were common and he paid no attention. Unbeknownst to him, the man next door was calling out his wife's name, enjoying his exclusive rights. He suddenly felt a pang of pain, a sense of loss washing over him. His penis suddenly lost its desire, becoming listless, and the woman's hot, smooth body beneath him became tasteless. But, always valuing brotherhood, he didn't want to spoil the party, and could only continue sitting there, filled with a nameless sorrow.

Little did he know, the man next door was currently weaving his thick fingers into Liu Yuanyuan's flowing hair, pressing his beautiful wife's alluring face firmly against his crotch. His ugly genitals were fully inserted into her red lips, and his plump buttocks were still thrusting repeatedly, his testicles flattening against the young woman's delicate chin. Zhang Meng's penis, though thick, was not very long, still struggling to achieve deep throating. The large glans had reached but could only touch the young woman's tender throat.

At this moment, Liu Yuanyuan was having difficulty breathing, her nostrils and cheeks sunken as she tried to inhale, unknowingly creating a perfect opportunity for Zhang Meng. Her mouth unconsciously tightened and swallowed Zhang Meng's thick penis, squeezing it until it became thin and protruding. With the effect of inhalation and swallowing, it was like a snake's mouth, swallowing Zhang Meng's glans section by section into her throat.

Zhang Meng felt as if the skin of his penis was about to burst from the tension, but the extreme pleasure caused by Liu Ai'ai's constant swallowing of the glans made him unable to extricate himself. Thus, he was in pain and pleasure at the same time, which prolonged the time he enjoyed deep throating. Zhang Meng could clearly feel Liu Ai'ai under his crotch going from struggling to seemingly losing consciousness, her eyes rolling back, and only her throat unconsciously contracting and swallowing again and again. A sense of satisfaction from enjoying beauty and destroying beauty rose from his heart. Zhang Meng was full of pride; it was simply the ultimate enjoyment.

The first time he trained her, he achieved the effect of deep throating, making Zhang Meng unable to help but praise Liu Ai'ai as a truly captivating beauty. He was already in a state of blissful ecstasy, unwilling to endure the overwhelming urge to ejaculate. He stood on tiptoe, his plump buttocks clenching tightly, his glans wide open, and streams of hot, viscous semen surged forth, almost all of it pouring into Liu Ai'ai's narrow throat. He ejaculated for a full ten seconds, feeling as if he had ascended to heaven. He would die willingly even now, as all the happiness and joy of his life had been condensed into those few seconds.

Zhang Meng leaned against the table, lit a cigarette, and took a satisfying drag. Through the blue smoke, he watched Liu Ai'ai, her body curled up like a crushed flower petal, unconsciously lying on the floor, gagging. The young woman, who had just been fed the essence of a man, had disheveled hair, and a few traces of redness remained on her snow-white cheeks, exuding endless allure in her tragic beauty. As he watched, before Zhang Meng could withdraw, his drooping penis trembled again.

Chapter 3

Han Bin, dressed in a suit, returned home in the warm morning light. After drinking to his heart's content last night, several of them went to hotels. Having lost interest, he paid off the prostitutes and lay in bed fully clothed for half the night. However, something on his mind kept him from falling asleep and he woke up early. Stepping out of the hotel, he realized he had forgotten where he parked his car. Unable to hail a taxi in the early morning, he decided to walk home.

Looking at the time, it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. Knowing his wife was a heavy sleeper, Han Bin quietly entered the room. Afraid of waking her, he poured himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen and sipped it as he walked into the bedroom.

The French windows of the balcony were open, a gentle breeze blowing through the curtains, letting sunlight stream onto the silvery-white sheets. A bare leg peeked out from under the covers, its smooth, white skin from toe to thigh a breathtaking sight, arousing the imagination. The delicate, translucent skin shimmered exquisitely in the sunlight, like a magnificent ivory sculpture, languid yet sensual, making the entire bed exceptionally alluring.

Han Bin stood gracefully in the bedroom doorway, savoring the warm, bittersweet coffee, a sweet feeling in his heart. He quietly leaned against the door, admiring the beautiful curves, as if appreciating a masterpiece of art.
Liu Yuanyuan was still fast asleep, unaware of her husband's approach. A ray of sunlight shone on the young woman's beautiful face, framed by her long hair. Her slightly furrowed brows were endearing. Unconsciously, she turned away from the sunlight, stirring the silk quilt and revealing her smooth shoulders, full, snow-white back, rounded buttocks, and beautiful, white thighs. The bed was instantly bathed in the glow of spring.

Han Bin stared, dumbfounded. He couldn't help but walk to the round wedding bed, his eyes gleaming as he peered over her. From her delicate, smooth neck, her white, textured shoulders, to her half-naked upper body with her breasts fuller from the pressure, all the way to the natural indentation in her pear-like, plump, white buttocks, the beautiful valley formed by the rosy folds.

What a beautiful natural scene! Han Bin's throat bobbed as he marveled at this most exquisite creation in the world. Suddenly, he felt as if he heard an advertising slogan: "The beautiful Hulunbuir Grassland calls for your arrival!" Han Bin, brimming with masculine energy, seemed to transform into a knight standing still on an ancient battlefield, ready to pounce. His heart pounded like a drum, awaiting the command to unleash his power and plunge his sharp lance into the body of his foes.

The alcohol that had seeped into his veins the previous night still burned, urging him to release his desires.

Trembling, he knelt at the foot of the bed, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He peeled a segment of orange from the fruit bowl on the side table, bit off the tip, and quietly inserted it into Liu Ai'ai's beautiful valley. He gently inserted it into the small opening formed by the folds of the orange, his fingers lightly squeezing the end of the segment, slowly injecting the fresh orange juice. He inserted three segments in succession. Liu Ai'ai became somewhat conscious, her swan-like thighs sliding across the sheets, the pale red folds squeezing and releasing the granular orange pulp and juice, trickling out like a spring flowing through her valley.

Han Bin loosened his belt, like a knight about to battle slowly removing the armor covering his lance. He held his breath, gripping the slender yet powerful lance with both hands, like a seasoned hunter aiming at his prey, and pressed it against Liu Yuanyuan's exposed vulva from behind.

The hunter had traversed this mountain path many times before, long since familiar with it. He weaved through the flowers and slowly entered the valley. Although spring was late and the winding path was inherently difficult, the ripe oranges were irresistible. The hunter dipped his bald head into the cool orange creek, swirling back and forth several times, like a dragon boat sailing on the waves (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!), smoothly reaching the deepest, most secret paradise.

Han Bin gently and thirstily withdrew and slowly thrust in and out, gradually waking Liu Yuanyuan from her deep sleep. The familiar object inside her warmed and sweetened her. She opened her hazy eyes in ecstasy, glancing back at the man behind her, a smile playing on her lips, revealing satisfaction and pleasure. Soon, she closed her eyes, swaying her rounded hips and emitting waves of lewd yet sweet moans.

The morning breeze, as if stimulated, rushed through the window curtains, carrying beams of light that swept across the room, admiring the exquisite, beautiful, snow-white body arranged in various breathtaking poses. The entire bedroom swayed in this light, and dappled sunlight constantly reflected strange curves onto Han Bin's sweaty, bare back. Han Bin felt as if in a dream; in this unconscious collision and reciprocation of the morning, all his doubts and sorrows were expelled with the fusion of their bodies, leaving only boundless pleasure.

Deeply penetrating the beautiful, alluring flesh beneath him, Han Bin longed to merging every inch of his skin with Liu Ai'ai's captivating body. His root was immersed in his wife's tight, warm cavity, enveloped by layers of gentle folds. He suddenly felt that this was his entire life, the other half he had been searching for through countless lifetimes. Only by merging together like this could he find true satisfaction and peace of mind. In that instant, Han Bin suddenly wanted to give up everything and only wanted to have another honeymoon with his wife, to grow old together for all eternity.

The tender moments between sleep and wakefulness filled Liu Ai'ai with immense satisfaction. Beneath her disheveled hair, her brows relaxed and her eyes sparkled. Her pearly teeth clung tightly to her red lips, her fair cheeks flushed, and her half-closed, alluring eyes brimmed with desire. Her limbs clung tightly to her husband's slender yet powerful body like an octopus. Han Bin's long, slender, and strong penis moved like a python darting through the narrow flowerbeds and tender branches, constantly churning and dragging, each stroke brushing against the hidden pleasure areas deep within the woman's flesh, causing her to emit seductive moans.

Han Bin was overjoyed. The pent-up energy from the previous night was finally being unleashed. He thrust with ferocious vigor, his lust running rampant. Ignoring his wife's shyness, he manipulated her into various positions. Liu Ai'ai half-heartedly resisted, acting as the knight and the horse, the wolf and the sheep, the arrow and the target, gently cooperating and letting himself be ravaged. This invigorated Han Bin, making him roar like a tiger in the mountains, surge like a dragon in a great river, fully displaying his masculine charm, sending his wife to multiple climaxes.

With each powerful thrust of the knight on top of her, Liu Ai'ai felt her body blossoming like a flower, layer upon layer opening towards her husband. Her body was limp, only her vaginal opening still spasming intensely with intense pleasure, tightly gripping and sucking Han Bin's spear, forcing the tip to break through layers of flesh and thrust forward relentlessly.

Han Bin found himself embedded inside his beautiful wife's body. He tried desperately to pull out but couldn't. His wife's body was like swamp, tightly gripping his penis and causing it to sink in. His testicles were squeezed out. Fortunately, the tip of his penis bravely broke through a barrier. He caught his breath and touched a hot, slippery piece of soft flesh in a cavity. The soft flesh rubbed against the tip of his penis and suddenly spurted out a spray of hot fluid, making Han Bin's penis tip go numb. He cried out, "How wonderful!" Han Bin felt as if his penis tip had melted, but the shaft and the buttocks were stiff. Then, his tailbone went numb, and the sensation rose up his spine segment by segment, stiffening all the way to his neck. Han Bin shook his head and heard a series of cracking sounds from his joints. Then, his waist twisted, as if his entire spine had been intertwined. Only then did the penis regain its sensation. As his spine straightened, a surge of heat flowed from the top of his head down his joints, mixed with cerebrospinal fluid, surging like the Yellow River bursting its banks, bursting out of the tip of his penis.

Liu Yuanyuan was completely satisfied. A continuous surge of heat washed over her flower core from the depths of her paradise, and the sustained pleasure melted her into a puddle of water. The young woman felt as if she were flying, as if she had sprouted wings and was floating and dancing in a colorful dream world.

"Where did you go yesterday? You didn't come back all night." After it was over, Liu Yuanyuan curled up in her husband's arms and gently scolded him. "I finished working overtime and drank with some friends all night." "Next time, call first. You can't do this. I waited for you for so long last night." "Yes, yes, I will definitely listen to my wife." "Husband, you are so naughty. You did it while I was sleeping and scared me awake." The young couple chatted in bed with their bodies connected. Han Bin, who had released his energy, relaxed and gradually became sleepy. The beautiful young woman, who had been satisfied, was dripping with lust. A strange excitement made her restless. After thinking for a moment, she got up, put on her bathrobe, and went to the kitchen.

Liu Ai'ai prepared a pot of millet porridge and set the timer. Suddenly, she heard her phone ringing melodiously in the living room. Afraid of waking her husband, she quickly opened her handbag, took out her phone, and silenced the ring. She saw that the caller ID was Zhang Meng and hung up immediately.

While it was still early, Liu Yuanyuan took a shower, changed into a sundress, and returned to the living room. Her phone was still vibrating. After a moment's thought, she picked it up and went to the kitchen. She answered in a low, angry voice, "Zhang Meng, what's going on? Han Bin is home. Why are you calling me so early? Are you trying to kill me?" Zhang Meng quickly apologized on the other end of the line, and it took a while for Liu Yuanyuan to calm down. Zhang Meng genuinely missed his beautiful lover. He had been busy with Liu Yuanyuan's transfer arrangements since leaving home that morning. After finishing, he wanted to boast, but he forgot that Liu Yuanyuan had previously told him not to call or text her during his rest time. Now he had bitten off more than he could chew. However, he still chuckled and reassured the young woman that her hospital job had been arranged, and she could rest at home and start working at the hospital's affiliated beauty center next Monday.

Liu Ai'ai was quite happy to hear that her work had been arranged and that she wouldn't have to worry about Zhang Meng's wife coming to her door anymore. She chatted and laughed with Zhang Meng again. Taking the opportunity, Zhang Meng, with a smug look on his face, invited the young woman to visit Putuo Temple in the suburbs on Sunday. Liu Ai'ai casually agreed to talk about it later and told Zhang Meng that Han Bin was at home for a while and shouldn't call her before hanging up hastily.

After hanging up, Liu Ai'ai thought about what happened last night. Her face turned pale, and she felt a little anxious. She felt a slight nausea in her throat. She had just experienced double satisfaction, both mentally and physically. Thinking about last night was like a black seed taking root and sprouting in her heart. A strange stimulation washed over her body, and the heat that had just subsided in her lower abdomen began to rise again.

Rewinding to that moment, Zhang Meng placed Liu Ai'ai, who had collapsed to the floor, on the sofa. He pulled down his pants and knelt between her beautiful legs, passionately licking and sucking the pink folds of her vulva, greedily draining her of all her nectar. Liu Ai'ai once again succumbed to carnal desire, her beautiful legs spread in an M-shape, beckoning for Zhang Meng's arrival.

Chapter Four

Han Bin, fast asleep on the large bed, had no idea that his beautiful wife hadn't actually been far from him last night. Behind that thin wooden wall, the couple had leaned against each other on the sofa, back to back, so close yet existing in two different worlds.

Liu Ai'ai, delicate and weak, huddled in the corner of the sofa. Her slightly curled hair fell loosely, trembling slightly against her cheeks. Two mounds of white skin bulged at the collar of her shirt, threatening to spill out with her rapid breathing. The young woman's slightly hoarse voice emitted a series of incoherent trembling sounds, a pitiful and plaintive plea. But Zhang Meng had transformed into a beast; he could no longer understand human speech. Perhaps only the roar of a beast king could bring him back to his senses.

Unfortunately, there was no beast king. Zhang Meng, like a wild boar with its mane bristling, broke through the thorns guarding the base of the Mother Tree, lowered his head, and began to devour it, pushing aside the red mud, tearing open the tender stem, greedily sucking the life-giving sap from the base of the Mother Tree. This caused the Mother Tree to emit a series of beautiful but powerless groans. The flickering wall lamps seemed to be infected by this mournful sound, turning dim and lifeless.

Han Bin, standing next door, shuddered, as if he heard Liu Ai'ai's silent lament. His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively reached for his phone to call his wife. But the young woman on top of him, seeing his inaction, smiled and poured him a sip of fine wine

. Her soft, warm body and the woman's affection instantly eased his inexplicable sorrow. His fingers, which had been touching his phone, returned to their proper place that night, picking love beans on the hillside again. Zhang Meng, his eyes wide, his nostrils flaring, was licking and biting, splashing water everywhere, his face stained with the silvery juice. This gift of nature, smelling pungent but tasting sweet, was simply a delicacy. Fortunately, the hidden ditch was rich in the original juice; initially, it was like condensed dew, but as Zhang Meng's tongue swept back and forth, it flowed like a stream, allowing him to enjoy it to his heart's content.

Liu Ai'ai's mind went blank. The abnormal stimulation coming from her lower body almost drove her to the brink of collapse. However, the noises coming from outside the door and next door kept her on edge. Her pretty face was pale and her small mouth moved unconsciously as she begged Zhang Meng to let her go, not here, to find a safe place, and that he would do whatever she wanted. But what came out of her mouth were intermittent moans that she couldn't even understand herself. Her rising desire kept gathering between her buttocks and thighs, and her lower body swelled up like a balloon. The young woman was being carried by Zhang Meng by her legs, and she felt like she was riding a horse up and down on an air cushion.

The pressure between Liu Ai'ai's legs increased, and in the dim light, her two glistening white legs trembled as they were raised diagonally, clamping Zhang Meng's head between them. Her round buttocks arched high, welcoming him, and that small area scraped back and forth against Zhang Meng's plump lips, causing sticky fluid to flow out, making it easier for Zhang Meng to suck. Zhang Meng opened his mouth wide, his thick tongue sweeping up and down, swirling all the original fluid into his mouth, swallowing it with extreme pleasure.

Suddenly, a wanton female scream came from outside the private room, accompanied by pounding on the door, as if someone was pinning a woman against the door and harassing her. The unusual noise startled Zhang Meng and Liu Ai'ai, causing them to fall silent simultaneously, holding their breath, afraid that the door would be suddenly pushed open.

The two remained in the same position, Liu Ai'ai's lower body pressed against Zhang Meng's lips. As the sounds faded, Zhang Meng relaxed, and a surge of heat from his lungs sprayed through his nostrils onto the woman's luscious red vulva. Liu Ai'ai's tense body melted under the heat, floating lightly like a leaf. Her body relaxed, and the heavy, moist spring within her abdomen gushed forth like a torrent from a mountain stream, rushing into Zhang Meng's mouth.

Initially, Zhang Meng enjoyed the rush of the spring, but soon realized that the sweet and sour taste was all love. He tried to turn his head away, unwilling to drink the woman's freely flowing nectar, but his head was tightly clamped between Liu Ai'ai's two stiff, beautiful legs. Those usually smooth, white thighs were now full and swollen, and Zhang Meng couldn't pry them open with his hands. He quickly choked, coughing and struggling violently.

Zhang Meng's violent movements further aroused the beautiful young woman. Liu Ai'ai glanced at him during her flight and noticed that Zhang Meng was drowning. Suddenly, she felt a surge of joy. Her somewhat corrupted mind was once again filled with the bright sunshine. Recalling the strange feeling of being forcibly filled with male fluid, her desire flared up and transformed into a barrage of vengeful arrows, shooting at the gluttonous wild boar.

Zhang Meng was forced to swallow most of the liquid. After finally waiting for the young woman to finish urinating, he was already choked and dizzy. He knelt at the woman's feet with his mouth wide open. Liu Ai'ai's half-closed, alluring eyes rippled with laughter, and a series of silvery giggles echoed in the private room. Her two slender, beautiful legs stretched out and gently squeezed together, squeezing out a few trickling streams of water from the cracks in the rocks, which dripped into Zhang Meng's mouth again.

Seeing Zhang Meng staring blankly, mouth agape, after being forced to drink so much, Liu Ai'ai felt a pang of pity amidst her delight. She quickly comforted him, saying softly, "Zhang Meng, let's go back early. It's getting late. If we don't go back soon, I won't be able to explain to Han Bin. I promise you, next time you find a safe place, I'll let you have a good time as compensation, okay?" The young woman's gentle words and kind persuasion did not quell Zhang Meng's desire. The humiliation of being overpowered by the beautiful woman filled him with a violent rage. He stared blankly as Liu Ai'ai withdrew her beautiful legs from his shoulders. Liu Ai'ai brought her legs back to her chest and was about to get up from the sofa when Zhang Meng suddenly let out a wail, like a wild boar cornered, and stood up on his own.

Liu Ai'ai was startled by Zhang Meng's sudden shout, her face turning pale. Her legs, frozen in place, were spread wide in an "M" shape, facing Zhang Meng. Zhang Meng's eyes blazed with fury, his bloodshot gaze fixed on the alluring, red folds deep within the valley, as if he heard the call of that hidden paradise.

Before Liu Ai'ai could react, Zhang Meng's body had already plunged down, his thick, engorged penis plunging into her opening. Fortunately, the beautiful woman's genitals were overflowing with moisture that night, preventing the suicidal, desperate thrust of his penis from crashing into the dry pool.

Liu Ai'ai's legs were gripped by Zhang Meng, who was thrusting into her like a storm. When she caught her breath, she couldn't help but kick and twist, cursing Zhang Meng, "Bastard, you did it without a sound, trying to scare me to death!" But Zhang Meng held her legs firmly in place. He didn't care whether Liu Ai'ai was crying or laughing, screaming or cursing; he just kept thrusting and pounding, making the sofa creak and groan.

Suddenly, a loud door slammed open next door, and the boisterous sounds of men and women came from outside the private room. Han Bin and his friends had left, still reveling in their wild and unrestrained revelry. A guy banged on the door of the private room, shouting, "Brother, do it well!" which drew lewd laughter from the men and women around him.

The faint moans and laughter of the women on the other side of the wall didn't attract Han Bin and his group's attention. Their room was also filled with lewd sounds, and the women were even competing to see who was the most seductive and wanton. However, it was only when Zhang Meng launched a fierce attack, with the sofa constantly banging against the wall, that they finally caught the attention of the group. Before leaving, they took a chance to flirt with the couple next door.

Liu Ai'ai's heart almost stopped beating. This was her first time having sex in such a semi-public place. The constant harassment and the fear of her affair with Zhang Meng being exposed forced her to be on high alert. The mental pressure made Liu Ai'ai unable to enjoy physical pleasure. All she wanted was to finish as soon as possible and return to the safety of her home. But Zhang Meng seemed completely unaware of all this, still thrusting and pumping away.

The young woman, both ashamed and anxious, pounded and pinched Zhang Meng, but her meager strength was no match for his tough exterior. Zhang Meng's anger subsided, but the exertion had warmed his body, and he was reluctant to stop. Especially with Liu Ai'ai's tense body, her warm, delicate flesh became even tighter than before, gripping Zhang Meng's thick penis, giving him immense pleasure. He focused solely on thrusting in and out of the young woman's beautiful, alluring body, indulging in boundless pleasure.

Liu Ai'ai caught her breath and thought it best to let Zhang Meng finish quickly. He was pretending to be crazy now; they could settle scores later. So she twisted her waist and moved her hips in rhythm with Zhang Meng's movements. Liu Ai'ai remembered Li Xiaowei telling her in a casual conversation that a man's anus is most sensitive during intercourse, and that inserting a finger would make him ejaculate prematurely. The young woman's fingers slid over Zhang Meng's plump buttocks, but a feeling of disgust made her decide to wait a little longer.

Liu Ai'ai's constant squeezing and swirling in that cavity accelerated Zhang Meng's enjoyment. Just before Zhang Meng was about to ejaculate beautifully into Liu Ai'ai's body, the specially made cell phone ringing from inside his suit made Zhang Meng pause. "Shh, don't make a sound, it might be my wife." "It's so late, where have you been gallivanting off to? Hurry up and come back!" Zhang Meng frowned. "Wife, why are you talking so rudely? Aren't I on duty?" "That bitch must be on duty too, you two must have just finished doing filth!" The woman roared in an even louder voice. "Zhang Meng, I'm not someone to be trifled with, I can smell your stench on the phone." As Zhang Meng put the phone down...

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