The Love and Desire of a Stunning Female CEO

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Ten years have passed since Guodong's death in his prime. Sleeping alone, the bed cold and empty, she seems to have grown accustomed to solitude, and loneliness has become a part of her life. But these past two days have been particularly difficult. Before, no matter what, managing the vast business of the Yang Group on one hand, and her children's studies and growth on the other, required immense effort. She was exhausted during the day, and the nights seemed shorter.

Heaven has been kind; her hard work has finally paid off. Zhihao is quite sensible; during the years he was away studying and serving in the military, he would come home to check on her whenever he had a break. Ruyu's studies are also progressing well, requiring little worry. Furthermore, in recent years, the Yang Group has gradually gotten on track, and Zhihao, after completing his military service, has gradually become familiar with the company's operations.

After finishing Zhihao's wedding, she finally fulfilled a wish, and it's time for him to take on more responsibility and gain experience.

Ten years of hard work have finally brought me success today. With the burden lifted and more leisure time, a sense of boredom has also crept in. What will be the focus of my life from now on? My career or my children? I no longer need to worry about my career, and my children are grown up and have their own lives.

I've heard people say that children belong to their mothers before marriage and to their wives after. As for Ruyu, she'll be taking her university entrance exams in a year, and in a few more years, she might get married. It seems I'll have to endure the loneliness of an empty nest again.

Especially since Zhihao and his new wife went on their honeymoon to New Zealand and Australia the day before yesterday, and yesterday Ruyu joined them on a study tour to Europe for over half a month. This huge house will only be occupied by myself and my part-time maid—Zhang Ma.

A few nights ago, I unintentionally passed by my son's new room. The sounds of thrusting, rapid breathing, and seductive moans echoed in the midnight stillness. On one hand, I was happy that my son was growing up, and that I might soon be a grandmother, enjoying the company of my grandson. On the other hand, it inexplicably stirred up long-dormant desires within me.

Looking back, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. A widow in her thirties, having experienced the intoxicating pleasure of intimacy, she, mature and alluring, naturally had physical needs. But since Guodong's death, the joys of their past union had been replaced only by midnight tears of sorrow. The agonizing intertwining of desire and loneliness kept her tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

But our society places many moral constraints on mature and beautiful widows, seemingly always waiting to witness their scandalous affairs. Especially with Guodong leaving behind hundreds of millions in inheritance, people's schadenfreude only intensifies. They coldly watch how I, a widow and orphan, will manage on my own. Of course, after becoming a prominent wealthy widow, countless businessmen covet my beauty and wealth, hoping to gain both.

But my children are still young and need care, and coupled with my pride, I don't want to be ridiculed. I can only endure the loneliness and persevere. But people say women in their thirties are like wolves, in their forties like tigers; my ten years of widowhood have been precisely those years of ravenous desire, like a hungry wolf. Waking in the middle of the night, the curtains are empty and the quilt is cold—how can I remain completely indifferent?

That feeling of loneliness is stronger and harder to dispel in the stillness of the night.

A faint melancholy, a sense of helplessness, makes me long for a man to cherish me, love me, and embrace me. My desires are insatiable. Sometimes, when the urge strikes, I really want to indulge in some debauchery at places like Friday's Eve restaurants. But then I remember I'm the head of the Yang Group, a wealthy widow under everyone's watchful eye, and I suppress the thought.

After all, some things are better left unsaid. The only thing I can do is masturbate, using my fingers to stimulate my vagina to release the uncontrollable sexual needs of my mature body.

Who can understand the inner turmoil and hunger within me, this elegant and accomplished woman? But since I became the goddess of management for a top 100 company, the businessmen who once coveted my beauty and wealth have all felt ashamed and hesitated. It seems that even with my wanton and unrestrained nature, I'm afraid I won't find a bold and discerning man to bear the weight of my lonely heart.

I don't want to be treated like a goddess; I just want to be an ordinary, flesh-and-blood woman, a woman who has a man to accompany and lean on when she is weak and lonely. In the twilight of my youthful years, who would dare disregard their outward dignity and boldly intrude into my inner world, treating me with the same passion and desire as an ordinary woman?

This summer vacation is much more relaxed than in previous years. I used to tutor every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening, but this year, because Ruyu went to Europe for three weeks of study, I was relatively free. This summer, I only had work as a lifeguard and coach at the swimming pool.

I consider myself quite lucky. A poor boy whose father passed away early, whose mother is just a low-level civil servant, and who has two younger sisters in middle school, I was able to study at the most expensive private university in Taiwan's medical school without worrying about financial difficulties. Besides being grateful to the government for the education subsidies for civil servants, I also have to thank this tutoring job with the Yang family for the past four years.

From tutoring Ruyu when she was in her second year of junior high school during my freshman year of college, it's been like a blink of an eye, and Ruyu is about to enter her senior year of high school. A tutoring job that has lasted for four years, plus a tutoring fee comparable to that of a famous tutor, what more could I ask for? Moreover, Ruyu, though still somewhat naive in her second year of junior high, was already a beauty in the making. Now, she's grown into a graceful young woman, guaranteed to be a campus heartthrob next year when she enters university.

When classmates chat, my situation is the envy of everyone—high and stable salary, smart and beautiful students, they even urge me to seize the opportunity, saying it could save me thirty years of hard work.

How to pursue young and beautiful girls is always a hot topic among classmates, but deep down, there's something I can't share. In my eyes, Ruyu will always be that naive second-year junior high girl, unable to evoke any fantasies. Instead, it's Yang's mother, whom I was stunned by four years ago, the object of my longing for these past four years.

Just like his own mother, who had been widowed early and raised her children with great hardship, Yang's mother, no matter how successful she was in the business world, was always a resolute mother in his heart. Coupled with her cold and dignified appearance and elegant demeanor, she was practically an unattainable goddess. Every time he visited the Yang family, his greatest desire was to see Yang's mother. For

the past two years, this stunning woman seemed unusually busy, and he rarely saw her. Only on the first Monday of each month, when Yang's mother would personally offer him tuition as a sign of respect, could he fulfill his wish. Perhaps because he had witnessed his widowed mother's sacrifices since childhood, he seemed to have a mother complex. He looked down on young and pretty girls, and ignored female classmates who were very attractive and made advances towards him, but focused all his attention on this middle-aged woman.

Undoubtedly, Yang's mother possessed the qualities that would make any man's heart flutter: a beautiful and mature figure, a cold and alluring face, and the image of a powerful woman, the president of a top 100 company, fulfilling every man's fantasies of conquering a woman. That breathtakingly beautiful figure, that exquisitely pretty face, that serene and elegant demeanor, that mature and graceful physique—these had countless times etched themselves into the depths of his mind, leaving him mesmerized and lost in fantasies.

Such a noble and elegant goddess, so accomplished that most men felt inferior, had been widowed for ten years. Her body and soul must have long been barren. Behind her noble status and strong facade, what remained besides an endless longing for her fading youth? No matter how noble her birth or how unattainable her position, she was still a woman who needed a man's love and tenderness. He

had fantasized countless times about being a master seducer in erotic novels, engaging in a contest of love and desire, finally arousing her sexual needs and feelings, satisfying her loneliness and emptiness, conquering the body and soul of this unattainable, elegant, and dignified beauty. Real

life often presents many setbacks and hardships, but the realm of fantasy is filled with boundless hope. Opportunities are not available to everyone, but success can be achieved at any time. Handsome tutors and beautiful students or stunning parents are not often the subject of erotic novels.

Ring—ring——breaking the afternoon tranquility.

"Is Ruoyao there?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Ruoyao, this is Yang Mama."

"Oh, hello Yang Mama." For the past four years, I have been renting a place to live. Every time I moved, I would give my phone number to Ruyu and Yang Mama. But for the past four years, everything has been the same. I remember only two or three times when Ruyu was sick, Yang Mama called to ask for leave on her behalf. Why is it this time?

"Ruoyao, I'm so sorry, I was busy arranging Ruyu's trip abroad the other day and forgot to give you this month's tutoring fee." "Aunt Yang, you're too kind. There were only two lessons this month, no need to pay." "Ruoyao, no, I can't accept that. Over the past few years, thanks to your hard work, I haven't had to worry about Ruyu's studies. I should thank you properly. Ruoyao, are you free tomorrow evening? Could you come over for dinner?" "Aunt Yang, I can't possibly accept that, it's too much trouble for you." "What trouble? On the contrary, Ruyu and Zhihao aren't here, the house is quiet and empty, and I'll be eating alone. If you don't mind having dinner with this old lady, then it's settled." "Okay, thank you in advance, Aunt Yang. See you tomorrow night." That's wonderful! For the past four years, every time I visited the Yang family, I looked forward to seeing this stunningly beautiful woman, but Aunt Yang seemed to be very busy with her career, and I hadn't had the chance to meet her often.

Even after meeting, the age difference and my goddess-like admiration for Mrs. Yang meant that after a brief greeting, I would go into Ruyu's study and properly play the role of her tutor. Even when Mrs. Yang inquired about Ruyu's studies and chatted with me after class, Ruyu would always listen in.

Tomorrow night will be different. Besides Zhang Ma, Mrs. Yang and I will be an unusual single man and woman together. Sigh! We haven't even met yet, but my imagination is already running wild. But regardless, tomorrow night will be my first dinner date with Mrs. Yang, at least I can properly admire her fairy-like beauty.

A first encounter is better than standing still. Sigh, tonight is destined to be a night of masturbation. Dreams are beautiful, hope accompanies them, but let's not worry about whether good dreams are easy to wake from.

After Zhang Ma opened the door and let me in, Yang Mama was already standing by the warm and colorful dining room lamp. Under the light, I could see the stunningly beautiful woman before me, wearing a loose, casual, pale yellow top, a slightly darker knee-length skirt of what appeared to be silk, and silver flip-flops. A pearl necklace adorned her straight

, elegant neck; the pearls were round and lustrous, their crystalline sheen subtly reflecting on her delicate, flawless skin. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, and her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, incredibly alluring. The tight skirt perfectly accentuated her slender, supple waist and her slightly rounded, shapely buttocks. The skirt was short, just covering her thighs, revealing her pink, round, and radiant knees and gracefully shaped calves.

From afar, Mrs. Yang exuded a gentle, warm beauty, a captivating charm unique to mature women, her every gesture radiating an elegant and graceful demeanor.

Although I had already witnessed Mrs. Yang's stunning beauty, this time, with different intentions, the experience was entirely different. Before coming, I had mentally prepared myself to calmly seduce this long-suffering, virtuous woman, but I hadn't expected that under the soft, romantic lighting, Mrs. Yang's ethereal and noble aura would leave me speechless, almost forgetting my carefully planned tactics.

"Ruoyao, come in and sit down," Mrs. Yang greeted me warmly as she approached.

"Hello, Mrs. Yang, thank you for troubling me." As Mrs. Yang drew nearer, a delicate, high-end perfume mingled with the natural fragrance of a mature woman, making me feel like a dumbfounded goose, staring blankly at the undeniably feminine Mrs. Yang before me, almost losing my composure again, and could only hurriedly reply.

"Don't be shy, you must be hungry. Today I specially asked Zhang Ma to stew a ginseng chicken soup, and I've also prepared a lot of other dishes. You should eat more." The two of them sat facing each other at the table, host and guest respectively. Yang Ma kindly served me a chicken leg. After thanking her repeatedly, I took the opportunity to eat heartily while keeping my head down, gradually calming my flustered mood. After finishing a large bowl of chicken soup, I looked up and realized that Yang Ma hadn't touched her chopsticks yet, but was just staring at me with a big smile on her face.

"Aunt Yang, why aren't you eating? It smells so good!"

"When Zhihao was studying in Taipei, he would come home and wolf down his food just like you. Eat slowly, eat more. I'll eat some other light dishes. The chicken soup is too oily, so this old lady won't eat it." "Aunt Yang looks so young and beautiful, not old at all. You're prettier than a movie star! If you stood next to your sister-in-law, people who didn't know the situation would definitely think you were sisters!" "Ruoyao, I haven't even offered you dessert yet, and you're already so sweet-talking." "No, I'm serious. I can't find a single female star on TV who is prettier than Aunt Yang." "Really? You're not lying to me, are you? Are you full? Let's sit in the living room, have some fruit and drinks. Aunt Zhang has to rush home after she finishes cleaning up!" After moving to the living room and sitting down, chatting face-to-face gave him a chance to appreciate Aunt Yang's stunning beauty.

Those large, clear eyes, sparkling with captivating charm, framed a fair and rosy face. Her cherry-red lips, painted with vibrant red lipstick, appeared almost too fresh to resist. As she spoke, her lips parted seductively, and her skin, white and delicate, seemed almost translucent, belying her forties. Her curvaceous figure was encased in a loose, casual top.

When Mrs. Yang bent down to pour herself a drink, a glimpse of her alluring figure was revealed: her lace bra barely covered half of her full breasts, creating a beautiful cleavage. She exuded the mature and alluring charm of a young woman.

The sight of her beauty and the illicit fantasies within him caused his penis to stir uncontrollably. If it weren't for his tight jeans, his erection would likely have created a noticeable erection, making him look quite unsightly. No, he had to control his emotions; otherwise, how could he be a philandering thief?

"Ruoyao, please keep the tutoring fee for now, lest you forget it later." "Aunt Yang, no need! I haven't had many classes this month." "It's alright, Ruyu's grades are quite good, you're the biggest contributor. Besides, you need money for everything while you're away, keep it. Studying medicine at a private school must be expensive, is the tutoring fee enough?" "Aunt Yang, I've been tutoring Ruyu since her freshman year, and you've given me a higher salary than my classmates get for tutoring elsewhere. Plus, I earn tens of thousands as a lifeguard and coach at the swimming pool during winter and summer vacations. Combined, it's enough not only for living expenses but also for tuition." "Zhihao also loves swimming, the swimming pool at home is..." He did it after he was discharged from the army. But these past two years he's been busy with company matters, and I haven't seen him swim much. "Aunt Yang, I... I'm participating in a swimming competition next month. During the summer vacation, every swimming pool is packed, and it's hard to find a place to practice. Could I borrow your swimming pool to train?" "Of course, the pool's empty anyway." "I work at the pool four mornings a week, so if I come here to swim, it'll probably be in the evening!" "No problem, I'll tell Aunt Zhang. Even if I'm not there, she'll open the door for you." Over the past ten years, he could be considered successful, but after reaching the peak, all that remained was the loneliness of being at the top. A few years ago, not long after Guodong passed away, some scheming toads occasionally gossiped, stirring up trouble for Wenjun's newly widowed widow.

After she had wielded considerable influence in the cutthroat business world and seized control of the Yang Group, the men who had once been arrogant and overconfident all trembled with fear and trepidation before her, treating her with the utmost reverence.

Not to mention the men who had surrounded her in recent years, almost all of whom were her subordinates or juniors. Intimidated by her authority, they dared not speak lightly or frivolously to her, let alone do so. While this certainly satisfied her pride and vanity, it also often made her feel as if something was missing.

Sometimes she even doubted whether she was still a woman in their eyes. Only today, with Ruoyao's eyes completely open, did he dare to look Liu Zhen in the eye. His burning gaze involuntarily scanned and peeked at her, his penis even uncontrollably swelling, a ridiculous sight she had to suppress.

Sometimes, people live for the applause of others, especially when a man in his forties like herself receives such praise from a nineteen or twenty-year-old. Recalling the evening in the dining room and living room, when Ruoyao, this man of moderate age, cast admiring glances at her, she couldn't help but feel secretly pleased; she was still a woman of her age, her beauty and charm undiminished.

Even without Ruoyao's unreserved praise, she was still confident in her looks, but self-praise never quite matched the pleasure of hearing it from a man.

As she thought about this, the ridiculous feeling gradually faded, replaced by an overwhelming loneliness. "A woman adorns herself for her admirer." No matter how beautiful her face or how perfect her figure, without the passionate, aggressive, or even lustful gaze of a man, she's destined to be a solitary beauty, withering away in vain.

"A woman at forty is in her prime," the most beautiful and radiant time, but how long can a flower remain beautiful once in full bloom? "Pluck the flower while it blooms," but given her current status, few would dare to boldly pluck or admire her. A woman's golden decade is already fading amidst the toil of career and family; how much inner loneliness and weariness must be paid for the outward glamour?

"The past is gone, the future is yet to come," but where is her future? Youth! Youth! Why does it never return? Is her future only about living a life of luxury, enjoying her grandchildren, and then passing away?

Heartbroken and filled with self-pity, a long-lost longing and passion gradually resurfaced in her mind. She slowly swayed her body towards the dressing table, stood before the mirror, and began to remove her clothes one by one. She gazed resentfully at her reflection, seeing a beautiful face like a lotus blossom, alluring eyes, slightly parted cherry lips, exuding mature feminine charm.

Taking a few steps back, her naked and proud body was fully revealed in the mirror: her delicate, smooth skin, her rounded, slender legs, her round, firm buttocks, her full, firm breasts, and her tender, peach-like vulva. This beautiful body could only wait to wither and fade, with no one to nourish and nurture it, to make it even more beautiful and vibrant.

The fire of desire within her grew into a raging inferno. She couldn't help but gently stroke her trembling nipple. A tingling sensation shot from her nipple to her head, an irresistible pleasure. Her slender fingers repeatedly touched her swollen nipple.

Soon, she noticed her nipples were becoming increasingly swollen and flushed. No longer content with gentle touches, she

began pinching and twisting them with her fingers. The heat rising within her intensified, her cheeks flushed with desire, and her pearly teeth gently bit her vibrant lips. A woman in love is most beautiful, yet she could only love herself, pity herself, and admire herself alone. Would she ever have the chance to share a passionate encounter with the man she loved? For ten years, she had never longed for a man to soothe her long-dormant soul.

Overwhelmed by desire, Jiaxin felt a warm, wet sensation in her lower body. Looking down, she saw that her tightly closed labia had slightly parted, revealing tender pink labia inside, and a trickle of clear fluid was slowly flowing from her delicate opening.

As if possessed, Jiaxin stretched out her slender fingers and caressed her own petals. Her fingers slid lightly and heavily across her tender vulva. "Ah..." A more intense pleasure surged through her, like an electric current striking her brain. Stars flashed before her eyes, her legs went weak, and she stumbled back a few steps and collapsed onto the Simmons bed.

As her fingers moved faster, her long, slender legs gradually opened, and her fingers began to excitedly tease her clitoris and labia. Her face flushed, she displayed an expression of unbearable desire.

She pressed her thumb against her clitoris and trembled, while her index and ring fingers caressed her labia. Slowly, she inserted her middle finger into the center of her wet vulva, thrusting it in and out like a man's penis. But her slender fingers, though beautiful, seemed neither long nor thick enough at this moment, unable to reach the deep itch or fill the emptiness of her secret place.

For no apparent reason, she seemed to hear the rhythmic "plop, plop" sounds of her son and daughter-in-law making love a few days ago. Her long-suppressed desires, fueled by unattainable sexual fantasies, surged forth. At that moment, she desperately wanted a man to irrigate her parched garden, to give her a thoroughly satisfying pleasure with his large penis.

Lost in these fantasies, she imagined Ruoyao's large penis throbbing beneath his jeans that evening, craving his touch, craving his wanton ravaging. This sudden, illicit desire drove her mad, filled her with shame, yet it was also mixed with an indescribable pleasure.

These complex emotions entangled and intensified her lust. A surge of heat coursed through her body, and her lower body became wet with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Her thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, until finally, an intoxicating image of herself and Ruoyao making love appeared in her mind.

The night was long, and her lust was hard to quell. She sighed softly, barely able to immerse herself in masturbation and unfulfilled sexual fantasies. She even hoped to see her secret lover again tomorrow. She

wondered if she'd have a chance to see that stunning beauty, Mrs. Yang, again today. Yesterday, she'd been too eager and almost embarrassed herself. Thankfully, Mrs. Yang didn't seem to notice her strange behavior. After a pleasant conversation, she even allowed her to use the swimming pool. If she went often, there would always be another chance.

The allure of this beauty was irresistible to mortals. She'd just masturbated to clear out her pent-up desires before meeting her, and upon seeing her, this pathetic thing almost lost control and ruined everything. She never imagined that in her midnight fantasies, Mrs. Yang would become a naked, wanton woman, yearning for the comfort and affection of a man, and she herself would be the savior who would satisfy her insatiable lust with her thick, hard, and hot penis.

Ah! What a fleeting dream! She'd left her underwear all wet and sticky.

This summer, countless sperm and offspring will have to die in vain for this celestial goddess.

Since waking this morning, the image of my lewd encounter with Ruoyao last night has been haunting me. I must be crazy; how could I have such obscene thoughts? Yet, even just a fleeting illusion of sexual intercourse gives me a heart-wrenching, soul-stirring pleasure. If I could truly relive that experience, how blissful it would be! Between

hunger and restraint, shyness and wantonness, should I seize the moment while youth is in full bloom, attracting attention and clinging to the last vestiges of my youth? Or should I cling to moral principles, letting my body wither away, living a cold and lonely life like this?

I'm only in my forties; I have many decades ahead of me. The thought is truly unbearable! A restless, turbulent feeling keeps me agitated in my office, wondering if my dream lover will come swimming at my house today. "Let's go home early, there's nothing much to do anyway."

As soon as the car entered the house, Ruoyao's motorcycle was already in the yard. The day's anticipation seemed to have been fulfilled. Before even entering the house, he couldn't help but head towards the pool. The summer dusk was still intensely bright. Ruoyao darted through the water like a white streak in the waves, then, with a turn, clung to the edge, watching the stunningly beautiful woman slowly approach.

"Hello, Aunt Yang, you're off work so early."

"Yes! Nothing much today. I was wondering if you were comfortable swimming here, so I came to check on you." "It's great here, swimming here is so enjoyable! I should thank you, Aunt Yang!" "No need to thank me, come often if you like it. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to prepare some drinks for you." Fantastic! He was once again blessed to see such a beautiful woman. And this stunning female CEO, dressed in a high-class office lady outfit, seemed to hide a touch of shy charm beneath her sharp and elegant attire. A thousand outfits, ten thousand styles—that's probably what it means! But how could it have passed so quickly? When will the plan to steal someone's heart and pursue romance be able to begin?

"Teacher Lin, take a break and have some drinks."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

"Teacher Lin, the chairman asked me to ask if you have anything else planned for tonight. If not, please stay for dinner." "No, no, that's too much trouble for you, Aunt Zhang." "It's no trouble at all. The chairman eats alone, so preparing so much won't make a difference if you add Teacher Lin.

If you're free, I'll go prepare it."

Wow! Victory! Just when I thought I'd be leaving empty-handed today, the opportunity arrived. I could spend another hour or two with Aunt Yang, but I absolutely couldn't be as hasty as yesterday.

Preparation is key to success, lack of preparation leads to failure—I must, absolutely not. Upon entering the house, Aunt Yang had changed out of her office lady outfit. After the mental preparation I'd just done, I could finally calm my turbulent thoughts and appreciate this rare masterpiece of God as an admirer.

Yang's mother was wearing a light green dress with thin straps and a small V-neck. The simple cut exuded an unparalleled elegance, showcasing her exceptional taste and confidence. No matter how beautiful the clothes, they couldn't compare to her natural beauty; the simpler the design, the more it accentuated her noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).

After dinner, I sat in the living room chatting with her. With forced composure and careful observation, I noticed a touch of feminine shyness and charm in her speech compared to the previous night. When we looked directly at each other, her face would occasionally flush slightly.

Since meeting her, I'd always perceived her as a decisive and strong woman. This shy, charming, and feminine demeanor was a first. If her blushing was because of me, it was a good start; perhaps I could press my advantage today.

Ruoyao, of course, had no idea that Yang's unusual shyness and charm were precisely because of him. Thinking of last night's obscene behavior and rushing to leave the company early today, all to see the sunny boy from her dreams again as soon as possible.

As soon as she reached the poolside, Ruoyao, whose image had been somewhat blurry in her mind last night, became vivid again. This tanned, strong, and charismatic young man, wearing only a pair of swim trunks barely covering his body, revealing his thick chest muscles, exuded masculinity and made her heart race.

Afraid of being discovered by him, she quickly left the poolside, yet couldn't help but ask Zhang Ma to invite him to dinner. Sigh! In the past ten years, she had never hesitated or faltered in the face of so many important decisions at the company, yet this time

she was so indecisive. "Aunt Yang, is something on your mind? Now that Zhihao is more skilled at his work, he can help you relieve some of your burdens. You should be much more relaxed now!" How shameful! Today, Ruoyao was no longer as anxious and flustered as yesterday, yet she was still drowning in the abyss of desire, her heart still pounding wildly. "Yes! I used to be so busy, and now that I have so much free time, I really don't know how to pass the time." "Once Zhihao comes back from his honeymoon, Aunt Yang can finally relax, travel around the world, and enjoy life." "Traveling around is tempting, but after a while, it gets quite lonely. So, I should thank you for coming to have dinner and chat with me. I was just afraid you'd find having dinner with Aunt Yang boring." Thinking about asking Ruoyao to keep her company, besides eating and chatting, she seemed to harbor a shy expectation deep inside. For no reason, she recalled the boy from last night, so refined yet wild, how he had filled the long-standing physical and emotional emptiness and loneliness with his gentle yet domineering courage during their lovemaking.

Why, ever since that midnight hallucination, have these endless reveries lingered?

"No, Mrs. Yang has such a rich life experience. I can learn a lot from chatting with her over dinner. Besides, Mrs. Yang is so beautiful, and her voice is so lovely. Especially today, the way she blushed, she looked like a beautiful young girl. I look forward to having dinner with her every day!" No matter how beautiful a woman is, she still needs a man's praise. Teasing Mrs. Yang at the right time, seeing her beautiful face blush with shy charm, is truly pleasing to the eye! It's always better to make her heart flutter than to keep her indifferent. "

Ruoyao, you're so naughty, always trying to make me happy. You have such a sweet tongue, you must be good at deceiving girls and have many girlfriends!" He complained, but his heart was filled with sweetness. It felt like he had returned to the era when young girls' feelings were always poetic, but when he thought about the absurd passion of last night behind this feeling of love, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his heart, and his fluctuating emotions lingered for a long time.

Seeing Mrs. Yang's shy appearance again, Ruoyao, despite having just had a wet dream before coming, couldn't help but feel a heat in his lower body and his penis burning. If the goal wasn't to gradually arouse her deepest desires and feelings, tearing away her hypocritical mask of a noble goddess, simply looking at the boundless allure of this stunning beauty would be enough to make one lose their reason.

Forcibly suppressing the ever-increasing lust is painful, but the thought of teasing this woman, who has remained chaste for ten years and whom he once revered as a goddess, until she is flustered, actively seeking pleasure, and submitting to his large penis, makes today's suppressed lust worthwhile.

Moreover, teasing Yang's mother from time to time, seeing her blush, her heart pound, her incredibly shy and alluring appearance, is already incredibly pleasurable. Stealing hearts and hunting for beauty—first stealing hearts, then hunting for beauty—now requires patience and careful consideration of the next tactic. To gradually ignite Yang's long-suppressed primal lust and dismantle her deeply ingrained moral principles, there's no time to rush; opportunities for attraction and physical intimacy must be created slowly.

"I'm going to be a junior in college this summer, but I still don't have a girlfriend. So besides working part-time, all I can do this summer is study and sleep." Deciding to slow down, Ruoyao deliberately stopped teasing her and answered with a hint of regret.

Hearing Ruoyao say he didn't have a girlfriend, she felt a surge of joy. Seeing him stop rambling, her chaotic emotions calmed down a little. "You girls really have no taste! A handsome and dashing young man like Ruoyao, how can you not seize the opportunity?" After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh, then continued, "You say I'm pretty, I say you're handsome, it's like a self-praise peddler." The situation had developed beyond her expectations; before today, she couldn't believe she could chat and laugh so easily with Mrs. Yang in such a relaxed and natural atmosphere.

"Ruoyao, you swim really fast! Are you confident in the competition?" "No, the competition is just for fun. The main thing is to develop a habit of exercise and keep my body fit. Does Mrs. Yang swim?" "I've always been afraid of water and don't really like sports." "Isn't it a waste not to use such a nice swimming pool? I can teach you?" "Oh! No, no, I'm too old to learn to swim. People will laugh at me." He had just been thinking about how to create an opportunity for attraction and physical intimacy, and now this was a perfect chance.

If he could persuade Mrs. Yang to learn to swim, he could not only admire her stunning figure and perfect curves, but also showcase his own strong physique honed through swimming. Perhaps this would even seduce the beautiful woman who had long lacked male affection. Plus, the inevitable physical contact during the teaching and learning process would be a fantastic opportunity. Yes, he had to persuade her, no matter what.

"Aunt Yang, from a medical point of view, exercise can help you stay young, and swimming is the best exercise. Besides, Aunt Yang is beautiful and has a great figure. If Aunt Yang goes to the pool, I guarantee she'll attract everyone's attention." "Ruoyao, you're being dishonest again, making fun of me," Aunt Yang said with a laugh.

"Aunt Yang, I'm not lying. I haven't seen a single girl prettier than you at the pool all summer. And learning to swim is actually very simple, especially with my experienced teaching skills. One-on-one instruction will guarantee you learn quickly. When Zhihao and Ruyu come back and see Aunt Yang swimming like a mermaid, I guarantee they'll be shocked." Ruoyao used his silver tongue to persuade her.

"You're really shameless, boasting about being a famous teacher. But I've always lacked athletic ability, so I'm sure I won't be a good student. If I can't learn, wouldn't that ruin your reputation as a famous teacher?" Aunt Yang said with a coquettish smile.

Sensing a hint of budding interest in Yang's mother's hesitation, Ruoyao knew she had to press her advantage; this golden opportunity might slip away.

"Everyone should cultivate at least one sport in their lifetime to maintain health and youth. Of all sports, swimming is the best choice because you can swim whenever you want, unlike other sports where you need friends. Plus, swimming is better than jogging because it's almost injury-free. And with a pool at home, it's incredibly convenient!" Ruoyao pleaded eagerly and sincerely.

"You make it sound so good! It would be a shame not to learn, but you have to protect me and not let me swallow water, okay?" Hearing Yang's mother's agreement, and seeing her girlish, hesitant yet shy expression, filled Ruoyao with a thrill of joy.

"Then starting tomorrow, 5:30 PM, when the sun isn't too strong and I won't get tanned, and the water temperature is warm enough. Is that alright?" Ruoyao couldn't help but issue her orders.

"Teacher, can we go a day later? I still need to buy a swimsuit!" Hearing Yang's mother deliberately address me as "teacher" and use a deliberately coquettish tone to bargain, our eyes met, and we couldn't help but burst into laughter, the joyful atmosphere reaching its peak.

I arrived at Yang's house an hour earlier than the agreed-upon time for the class. Zhang Ma opened the door and let me in. Yang's mother's luxury Bens 600 was already parked in the garage. Was Yang's mother trying on a swimsuit right now?

If she wore a bikini to learn to swim, would I have a nosebleed and be unable to teach? Suppressing these wild thoughts, I first went into the pool and swam a few laps to let Yang's mother experience the comfort of swimming, which might strengthen her resolve to learn.

At 5:30 sharp, Yang's mother appeared at one end of the pool. Although she wasn't wearing a bikini as I had imagined, the highly elastic, light yellow one-piece swimsuit still revealed her shapely and voluptuous figure perfectly.

The streamlined, novel design featured thin shoulder straps and a high slit at the waist, making her full breasts seem about to burst out. Her slender yet elastic waist accentuated her pert, rounded buttocks, and her jade-like, shapely legs appeared even more slender and proportionate. At the point where her legs parted, the mysterious triangle area swelled slightly, incredibly alluring. Ruoyao stared, his mouth watering, his eyes glued to the noble fairy, like a reincarnation of the goddess Luo, as she walked step by step to the poolside.

Seeing Ruoyao's unwavering gaze, his brazen and aggressive exploration of her breasts and legs, she realized she had never exposed so much of her precious body to any man other than her husband.

Now, exposed to this young man twenty years her junior, her face flushed. Yet, the young man's unreserved admiration filled her with pride, knowing that even though she was over forty, her looks and figure still held a powerful attraction for men.

With her head lowered, she said reservedly yet excitedly, "Hello, teacher. Is class about to begin?" It wasn't until this stunning beauty reached the poolside and uttered her melodious voice that Ruoyao seemed to snap out of his reverie and remembered today's task. Yet, he couldn't help but sincerely exclaim, "Aunt Yang, you're absolutely gorgeous!" Hearing Ruoyao's unreserved and direct praise, Jiaxin said shyly, "How can you look at someone like that? It's like you're about to devour them." "Aunt Yang, don't blame me! You're really too beautiful, even more captivating than I imagined." Hearing Ruoyao's praise again, and wondering if the phrase "even more captivating than I imagined" meant that this young boy, like her, also fantasized about her sexually.

Thinking of this, the young man's already intense gaze seemed to become even more aggressive, like a sharp blade plucking at his already pounding heartstrings. Recalling the madness of that night, his face flushed red, and he said shyly,

"You haven't seen enough yet! We still have several days to learn!"

The thought of this cold, elegant, and noble goddess, wearing a swimsuit that perfectly showcased her beautiful figure, standing before him and flirting with him, filled Ruoyao with immense joy. She finally calmed down, realizing she had several days to gradually warm up and didn't need to be too hasty.

"Come on! Let's do some warm-up exercises!"

Following her instructions, her beautiful body became even more vivid and alluring with each twist and swing of her arms. The extended movements of raising her arms and standing on tiptoe highlighted her full breasts and shapely buttocks. As she bent over, her deep cleavage was faintly visible. Standing opposite Yang's mother, guiding the movements, Ruoyao was thoroughly entertained, yet she also forced herself to endure the intense discomfort.

"Come on, let's go in the water."

"Ruoyao, I'm afraid of water, you have to protect me!"

"Don't be afraid, we'll start in the shallow end. You'll be fine once you stand up. We'll learn to hold our breath underwater, sink down and then stand up, inhaling through our mouths when we come out." After much effort, they finally had their first physical contact. Holding Yang's mother's soft little hand, they walked step by step into the pool.

"Don't worry, I'll hold your hand. If you can't hold your breath, just pull me up. Take a deep breath, sink down, stand up, like that, it's very simple, isn't it? Come on, it's your turn to do it." Ruoyao explained and demonstrated.

Seeing Yang's mother holding her hand tremblingly, obediently following instructions like a primary school student, Ruoyao suddenly felt that the difference in status between Yang's mother and herself was no longer so great, and that she was just a weak woman who needed his protection. With this thought, the swimming teacher's role became more comfortable and authoritative.

"Very good, very good. Come on, do it a few more times and you won't be afraid."

"You did very well. I'm letting go now. Do it a few more times on your own, don't be afraid!" Hearing Ruoyao say she was going to let go and let her practice, she felt a little flustered and nervous. She also felt that Ruoyao's gentle and considerate care just now was a reassuring pill. Thinking of the past ten years, she hadn't had a man to rely on, and a shy feeling of love rose up for no reason. How embarrassing! She quickly calmed herself down and began to do it tremblingly.

"Aunt Yang, you learned so quickly and well! Isn't it easy?" Hearing the praise from the boy who had been troubling her for days, Jiaxin's face flushed slightly, and she said coquettishly,

"It's so scary!" "

Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a bit?"

"No, thank you!"

"Okay, then let's learn the second move, the jellyfish float. Watch me demonstrate first. Sink into the water, tuck your legs in towards your chest, hug your legs tightly with your hands, relax your whole body, and your body will naturally float up. When you can't hold your breath anymore, release your legs with your hands, push the water with your hands, and stand up." Feeling that this move was much more complicated and difficult than the previous one, Jiaxin couldn't help but feel scared. "It's so hard! I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." "Come on, don't be afraid. I'll demonstrate a few more times. Hold your breath and sink into the water to see clearly. When you do it, I'll sink into the water to protect you." Ruoyao said with a gentle yet slightly authoritative tone.

After watching a few times, she seemed to understand, but she could only try to do it as a last resort. The first part of the movement was alright; her body was indeed floating in the water. But she was about to run out of breath and hurriedly tried to stand up, letting go of her feet with both hands. In her haste, she tried to stand up but forgot to press her hands into the water. She stumbled, lost her balance, and opened her mouth, swallowing a large mouthful of water.

Seeing Yang's mother's predicament, Ruoyao rushed to pull her up, but the drowning person's hands were flailing wildly. Ruoyao couldn't reach Yang's mother's hands, but his large hand swept down to Yang's mother's full breasts. He quickly put his hands together around Yang's slender waist and lifted her up.

After Jiaxin's upper body surfaced, she gasped for breath, her face flushing red, whether from choking or from the boy's large hands touching her delicate breasts. She scolded,

"Ruoyao, you're so naughty!"

Ruoyao, still savoring the wonderful feel of Yang's mother's full breasts, was confused by her scolding. He wasn't sure if she was blaming him for his inadequate rescue or for his careless grabbing. Remembering his duty as a "lifeguard," he quickly reached out and gently supported Yang's mother's snow-white arms, helping her stabilize her swaying body and calm her trembling mind.

Ruoyao stood close to Yang's mother, looking down at her as she gasped for breath, her full breasts rising and falling, displaying an incredibly alluring curve. Her white pectoral muscles and deep cleavage were so close, and even though they were in the cool pool, his penis was aroused by this rare sight, throbbing with desire. He longed to embrace that beautiful, alluring body and caress it tenderly.

At this moment, he could only mumble,

"Yang's mother, I'm sorry! I frightened you. Let's rest for a bit!" Whether he was apologizing for not protecting her properly or for his haphazard grabbing was left to his own judgment, to avoid any awkwardness.

"Mm!" Jiaxin replied softly, her delicate figure led by Ruoyao to the shore. The pool water condensed into glistening droplets on her smooth, delicate skin. Her face, like a lotus emerging from the water, was still flushed. Fortunately, she pretended to cough violently, which perfectly concealed the burning heat in her cheeks. Otherwise, the throbbing sensation from her sensitive breasts, touched by the man's large hands, might have been completely exposed.

Humans are strange, especially when they have some fantasies or longings. Just the sight of Ruoyao's gaze on that area made it feel intensely hot, as if it were melting. Not to mention the long-lost stimulation from his strong hands touching her breasts—far more wonderful than her own caresses. The attraction between men and women has an added electric shock feel.

This naughty boy, whether intentionally or accidentally, seemed to have touched her in a panic. Judging from the bulge in his swim trunks, he must be a little aroused too! Sigh! Why do my thoughts keep wandering to this embarrassing place whenever I'm with Ruoyao? Could it be that I've really fallen for this young, handsome boy, indulging in his words and actions? Why was this wonderful, electric sensation so captivating, so irresistible?

"Auntie Yang, I'm sorry! I'll be more careful to protect you!" Ruoyao's eyes brimmed with youthful enthusiasm, fearing that Auntie Yang would blame him for not protecting her properly and refuse to continue learning.

"Hmm! It's not entirely your fault, I was too flustered myself, but you have to protect me well from now on, and you can't let me swallow water again." Jiaxin said in a coquettish tone.

"Okay! I'll definitely be more careful." Hearing that Auntie Yang was still willing to continue learning, Ruoyao happily promised.

Moreover, Auntie Yang didn't seem to blame him for his "indecent" behavior, so the physical contact during the lesson could be more natural and bolder. Thus, an idea came to him, "Let's not learn the jellyfish float today, let's change the pace and learn freestyle paddling and kicking first." Padding was fine, but if he didn't know how to float and had to learn kicking, he would inevitably have to use his hands to support Auntie Yang's lower abdomen and thighs to keep her body afloat.

The wonderful sensation of touching Mrs. Yang's full breasts and embracing her slender waist with both hands was still vivid in my mind. As long as Mrs. Yang was willing to learn, there should be many more opportunities for physical intimacy during her at least one week of training. With just a little teasing at the right time, I don't believe this long-deprived widow wouldn't be flustered and aroused. If I could restrain myself, perhaps Mrs. Yang would be the first to succumb to her desires and take the initiative to seek pleasure?

In the steamy bath, my slightly sore limbs after swimming were comfortably enjoying the gentle massage of the water, but my chaotic thoughts troubled my body, which desperately needed relaxation.

What is it that people pursue in this world? I graduated from school, and my twentieth birthday had just passed. My girlish romantic feelings were still unfinished, and I hadn't even had time to weave beautiful fantasies before I married Guodong according to my parents' wishes. Looking back on the road I've traveled, it was uneventful. Guodong had been quite kind to me during his lifetime and had provided me with ample financial support.

But his extremely reserved personality failed to ignite any romantic feelings. Even sexual relations seemed merely a routine, a necessary obligation to continue the family line. Then Zhihao and Ruyu were born, and then Guodong passed away. Where was the joy in life?

These past few days with Ruoyao have been the most enjoyable. Listening to Ruoyao's detailed descriptions of the vibrant lives of young people on campus is incredibly enticing. Chatting with Ruoyao is so relaxing and pleasant, unlike conversations with Zhihao and Ruyu, which always carried the responsibility and pressure of hoping for their children's success. There's also no business negotiation, which is always filled with cunning and power struggles.

Youth is wonderful; it's all about the unbridled vitality of life and the exuberance of youth. And me? Those youthful years, full of dreams, seem to have remained only as deep-seated ideas, never becoming beautiful drawings on the canvas. It's truly heartbreaking! Life, which didn't have time to fully flourish, has already faded into the twilight of its days. Even in the twilight of life, we should still write a final, brilliant chapter in the blank spaces of our lives!

Thinking about learning to swim today was truly crazy. I've always been afraid of water and lazy when it comes to exercise, but when Ruoyao mentioned teaching me to swim, why did I feel so conflicted, even setting aside most of the day to buy so many swimsuits?

Why, when I was swallowing water and feeling terrible during lessons, did I willingly, even joyfully, follow Ruoyao into the water after a short rest? Was it really just about learning to swim well and cultivating an interest and habit of exercise, or was it about wanting to hold onto more of the beautiful time spent with Ruoyao, this big boy?

Why, when Ruoyao's large hands touched my full breasts and cradled my soft belly, did I feel a brief moment of shyness followed by a seemingly enjoyable physical intimacy?

Was this ambiguous situation intentionally created by Ruoyao? Or was it my desire to fill the void of my lost youth, this subtle teasing between a man and a woman? Ruoyao! Why did you, little devil, intrude into my long-closed heart, causing me such distress yet also filling me with anticipation?

But at this moment, I no longer want to withdraw from this game of desire, because... only in the subtle flirtation between words and actions between men and women can I feel that there is still longing and dreams in my life.

Jiaxin changed into a black swimsuit with a three-dimensional cut today. The swimsuit first crossed in a loop at the neck, then flowed down to cover her breasts, and finally crossed again to wrap around her pert and round buttocks. The swimsuit used very little material, and her full, white breasts, except for the peaks, were almost bursting out, and her small and exquisite navel was very sexy and charming.

Ruoyao looked incredulously at this stunning beauty who so generously displayed her extremely beautiful body before him. Yesterday he had already feasted his eyes, but today this super beauty had amazed him even more, and his eyes almost shot fire.

"Mrs. Yang, only your great figure can bring out the design quality of this swimsuit. The swimsuit company should hire you as their spokesperson." "You naughty boy, you don't even work properly at the pool, you're just peeking at pretty girls." "Mrs. Yang, being a lifeguard is sometimes just a backup, it's really boring, you can't help but dart around. But after seeing Mrs. Yang's stunning face and figure, this summer's part-time job will definitely be boring, because there won't be any more eye-catching surprises." "You naughty boy, hurry up and teach us, you're always talking nonsense." Jiaxin said in a tone that was both reproachful and amused.

"Aunt Yang, if you wear a bikini to the pool, I guarantee everyone will stop in their tracks. The men will stare in disbelief, and the women will look on with envy and jealousy. Then you'll know I'm not just talking nonsense." "No way! That's too embarrassing." Continuing with the jellyfish float and freestyle swimming and water skiing that she hadn't finished yesterday, Jiaxin, who doesn't exercise often, was completely exhausted and unable to move when the class ended. The hot water massage from last night couldn't relieve the soreness accumulated from overexertion. She could only sit lazily on a lounge chair by the pool and whine,

"Ruoyao, I'm so tired! My back aches, my limbs are weak, I can't move. Can I rest tomorrow?

"

"Aunt Yang, this is because you don't exercise much. Let me give you a massage to relieve the fatigue. You can also take a hot bath tonight, and you won't feel sore tomorrow." "No, no!" Although the two of them had had quite a bit of physical contact in the pool these past two days, that situation was more natural. Now, hearing Ruoyao offer to massage her, no matter how much she longed for the wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the thought of wearing such a revealing swimsuit and having her body exposed to this young man made Jiaxin subconsciously refuse.

"Aunt Yang, it's okay. As swimmers, we know which swimming strokes cause which parts to ache. Sometimes when we participate in competitions, there are too many events. After each event, we have to massage each other to relax, and it's best to do it immediately. Otherwise, you'll be sore for several days, and our swimming lessons might be canceled." Thinking of Aunt Yang's delicate and smooth skin, which would be very tempting to massage, and coupled with the rare breakthrough in intimacy, Ruoyao persuaded Aunt Yang with special anticipation.

On one hand, her whole body ached so much she couldn't move; on the other hand, she didn't know why she couldn't resist the boy's eager gaze. Perhaps deep down, there was a hint of unspeakable shyness, a longing for closer contact with this young man of her dreams, to enjoy that unspeakable, alluring pleasure. Jiaxin blushed and nodded shyly.

"Aunt Yang, then lie down properly. Some areas will be a little sore when you massage them, so you have to bear with it.

"

Under the afterglow of the setting sun and the colorful clouds in the sky, lay a stunningly beautiful woman. Her backless swimsuit cleverly accentuated her beautiful curves, her back was well-proportioned and smooth, her slender waist and full hips were exquisitely shaped, and her round, high buttocks and long, jade-like legs formed a beautiful and moving arc.

Although she was just lying there quietly, she exuded an extraordinary allure, making one's blood boil. Ruoyao stretched out his trembling hands and began massaging her slowly, starting from her shoulders. He used all his strength, gradually increasing the pressure. Jiaxin cried out in pain, her muscles tensing instantly. "Aunt Yang, relax. It will hurt a little, but it will be fine in a moment." Thinking of herself lying almost naked in front of the man, Jiaxin found it difficult to immediately accept being watched and touched by him. A breeze swept by, bringing a chill to her heart, and goosebumps rose on her sensitive skin. "Ruoyao, I'm cold! Please cover me with a towel, okay?" Although it was a pity to miss the chance to feast his eyes, it was for the best. After all, it wasn't time to reveal everything yet. If he continued to look at this incredibly alluring body, he feared he might succumb to temptation and ruin his original plan. With a hint of regret, he picked up the large towel placed aside and covered Jiaxin's incredibly alluring buttocks and jade-like legs.

After massaging Jiaxin's fair, lotus-root-like arms, he gradually moved down to her waist and back, first kneading and pressing, then patting. Her smooth, fair skin flushed slightly from the massage, giving him a thrilling feeling. Finally, he massaged her shapely buttocks and thighs, which, though covered by a towel, were still alluringly curved, sometimes gently kneaded, sometimes patted firmly.

Jiaxin trembled slightly involuntarily, making soft moaning sounds. She thought with relief that there was a towel covering her, otherwise, it would be incredibly embarrassing for a woman's precious buttocks to be kneaded and rubbed by a man. But that's what massage is all about, so why did she agree to massage her like that?

Thinking of this, the ecstatic image of her and Ruoyao's lovemaking that night replayed in her mind, and an indescribable throbbing deep within her heart instantly intensified. Suddenly, Ruoyao's strong hands on her buttocks and thighs seemed to send jolts of electricity through her, giving her an unprecedented tingling and comforting sensation. She couldn't help but let out intoxicating, soft moans.

"Aunt Yang, is it all done? Does it feel good?"

Jiaxin, who had just been lost in her daydreams, feeling a slight warmth and wetness in her private parts and wanting Ruoyao to massage her a little longer, suddenly heard the sound. Her whole body heated up, and her face flushed. To hide her embarrassing state, she could only let out a soft "Mmm!" and remained lying motionless on the deck chair.

"Then I'll massage you after swimming from now on, and you won't feel sore the next day." In the following days, Jiaxin changed into a different swimsuit every day, presenting her beautiful body to him in different styles. The only thing missing was the three-piece bikini that she had long fantasized about, the one that would heat up the pool water. While feasting his eyes, he could also occasionally let his hands wander over the mature and beautiful body, enjoying the beauty's blushing and heart-pounding moments, and the endless charm that arose from her desire.

This game of lust between a man and a woman became more and more exciting and fun. It was just a matter of who could resist the temptation and ask for love first.

"Mrs. Yang, you're learning so fast and so well! Except for a little bit of difficulty breathing, you can already swim 10 or 20 meters in one go. In a couple more days, you'll truly be a mermaid in the swimming pool!" "I have to thank you so much, my renowned teacher. Thankfully, I didn't ruin your reputation. Ruoyao, you're my swimming teacher. Don't call me Mrs. Yang anymore, just call me by my name. Do you know my name?" "Yes, I once saw a feature article about Mrs. Yang in a business magazine. I remember the title was 'The Stunning Female CEO—Li Jiaxin,' the same name as that actress who's known as the 'Miss Hong Kong of Miss Hong Kong.'" "Actually, I don't want any titles. CEO, chairman, etc., aren't what I want. If Mr. Yang hadn't died so young and Zhihao hadn't been so young, why would I have to..." Maintaining this huge business has been a struggle. Ten years is a long time, so after Zhihao retired from the military, I didn't want to manage it anymore. I handed it over to him. I just wanted to be myself again, like now, learning to swim, with you, my little teacher and handsome young man, keeping me company and making me happy.

These past few days have been the most relaxing and carefree in the past ten years, without any other unnecessary worries. Except for a few elders, no one has called me "Jiaxin" in a long time. You're my swimming teacher, so it's perfectly proper to call me by my name. Calling me "

Aunt Yang," "Aunt Yang," makes me feel old! Remember! In the pool, I'm the student, and you're the teacher, so you should call me by my name. Come on, try calling me that!" Aunt Yang spoke seriously and earnestly at first, but then turned shy, almost like she was flirting with a lover.

Hearing Yang's mother's attempt to close the distance between them, and her implicitly affectionate confession, Ruoyao clearly sensed the loneliness and vulnerability of this goddess-like beauty. His strategy of looking down on adults, his timely and opportune flirting, had somehow made her see him as a kindred spirit, someone she confided in and longed for. The beauty had fallen for him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, wanting to cherish her.

"Jiaxin, I'm so sorry for always eating and drinking here for free after swimming. I just got paid today, so let's take a day off tomorrow. No swimming, I'll take you to Qingshui Gaomei Wetlands to see birds, catch crabs, and watch the sunset. Then we'll go to Taichung Harbor for seafood, and then take a walk at Tunghai University to see the night view. There's a very romantic and atmospheric coffee shop in the art district, we can go for coffee together. Okay?" "Okay! Okay! I haven't had a relaxing drive like this in ages!" Like a young girl accepting her lover's first date, Jiaxin made no attempt to hide her excitement.

Tomorrow is Qixi Festival again. Even the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet once a year to ease their longing, but for ten years I haven't even had someone to confide in. Is my fate even worse than the Weaver Girl's? Year after year, youth fades quickly, how long can my naturally beautiful appearance last? "

In the season of beautiful flowers, I meet you again, Ruoyao! Cherish the flowers while you can," you might understand the infinite longing of an aging woman for her fleeting youth in the world of desire. Don't think of me as a proud, aloof white lotus, only to be admired from afar. I am a fragrant peony, yearning for someone to play with my delicate petals, to pluck and admire me. I don't want to be a withered, lifeless flower, left to fall and wither. I want to enjoy my last moments of brilliance before everything fades into silence.

Thoughts surge, and Jiaxin's heart trembles. Why, since that night when a demon took root in her heart, every time she thinks of you, she can't control the overwhelming surge of shameful desire, wanting to throw herself into your arms and be gently loved.

Sometimes she tries to restrain herself, but the more she sinks, the harder it is to extricate herself. Ruoyao! Why don't you be more domineering and proactive? Why do you have to helplessly struggle between the two extremes of propriety and lust?

Ruoyao! Do you know how much I longed for you to hold my waist and lean on me more when you gently and tenderly held my hand as we walked along the wet beach at dusk the night before last? Do you know how shyly I hoped that when you looked at me with those magical eyes in the romantically lit café, I would give you a hug, a deep kiss, and even do whatever you wanted when you took me home? (

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