Conquest (1-5)

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First published in Spring Full Courtyard
Chapter 1
"No, no, please, ah... ah ah..."
"Shut up, what I hate most is a slut like you who says no but is dripping wet down there." "
No, it's not like that, oh..."
"Open your eyes and look, your slutty juices have already soaked your lace panties, are you planning to flood these sexy black pantyhose too? Oh, sorry, they're already wet, do you want to get your outermost tight skirt wet too? You really are a hypocritical slut, hahaha..."
Zhou Peng placed the woman's hands on top of her head, pressing them down tightly with his left hand, while his right hand continued to rub the woman's body.
"This feels so good. I was drunk last time I did it to you, so I didn't get to properly enjoy your alluring body. But don't worry, today I'll satisfy your desires. Open your heart and focus on your constantly flowing pussy."
"Please, let me go. I can't betray him again. He's your boss. If he finds out, we'll both be doomed..."
"Shut up! You've already wronged that green-haired turtle. I've been working myself to the bone for him, and how much has he given me in return? Damn it, bringing in business, negotiating, designing ads, signing models—I have to do all that myself, and he only pays me 3,000
a month? Is that how you treat a beggar? That bastard Song Hui is a clueless idiot. Besides playing around with young models and messing around with female secretaries, what the hell can he do? I was the one who signed those models from outside, and he just turns around and puts them in bed with me. I haven't even touched them yet!"
Zhou Peng got angrier and angrier as he spoke. His right hand slowly moved to the woman's chest, and he pulled open the white batwing-collar shirt. Looking at the snow-white breasts that were faintly visible in the black half-cup bra, Zhou Peng felt a surge of pain in his penis. But he secretly bit his tongue, forcing himself to calm down: He couldn't possess her now. He had to be patient, he had to completely capture her, conquer her, so that he could enjoy this beauty anytime, anywhere in the future. Taking a deep breath, Zhou Peng began to gently draw circles around her nipples through the thin, wire-free bra.
The woman's breathing quickened. "Oh...no...stop! I'll talk to Ah Hui for you...I'll tell him he'll definitely improve your treatment, oh..."
Zhou Peng chuckled mischievously. "I don't care anymore now. After all, having the boss's wife to compensate for my wounded heart and body makes me feel much more balanced. By the way, we're so close now, it doesn't seem right to keep calling you 'boss's wife,' Zhuona...Nana..."
Hearing the man on top of her mimicking her husband's tone, Wang Zhuona felt a wave of humiliation. Why was this happening? Her husband often talked about Zhou Peng in front of her, his tone full of self-satisfaction, as if he'd discovered a talent. But why hadn't her husband seen through his true colors? Zhuona felt increasingly dizzy, her body growing hotter, a strange, comfortable feeling tightly enveloping her, as if she were about to break free. The man's laughter brought her back to her senses slightly.
"Hahaha, such hard nipples, and they're even pink! I really shouldn't have gotten drunk last time, otherwise how could I have forgotten your sexy body?"
Zhuona opened her hazy eyes and realized that Zhou Peng had already unhooked her bra. She couldn't help but regret wearing this front-clasp style, which allowed the man to so easily remove the defenses on her breasts.
"Tell me, does it feel good?" Zhou Peng kept rubbing her crystal grape-like nipples, constantly humiliating Zhuona.
"No, don't say it, I feel so uncomfortable, I'm in so much pain, sob sob...no more..." Zhuona kept shaking her pink face from side to side, trying to shake out the indescribable feeling from her body.
"That Song Hui is such a joke. His wife is so alluring, with big, firm breasts, such a slim waist, and those perfectly proportioned legs that he could play with all day. He doesn't spend all his time with her, instead running off to other women. What a waste, tsk tsk tsk." Zhou Peng smacked his lips and sighed, fiddling with Zhuo Na's round breasts for a moment before asking uncertainly, "34D? Answer me!" He yanked hard on her nipple.
"Ah...33C." Zhuo Na blurted out in pain.
"You slut, wrong answer. Do you think I'm some naive greenhorn who's never been with a woman before?" Zhou Peng increased the pressure on her nipple.
"Oh...really, it really was 33C during the premarital checkup." Zhuo Na was starting to ramble incoherently and slowly gave up struggling.
"Hehehe, sorry, it seems Song Hui has been fondling your breasts quite a bit these past two years of marriage." Zhou Peng released his hand, leaned down, and gently stroked the reddened nipple with his tongue. "That's right, don't lie to me. I'll be gentle, relax your body, and feel the sensation of your breasts. Tell me what it feels like," Zhou Peng coaxed as he licked.
The man's alternating between authoritative and gentle methods constantly attacked Zhuo Na's defenses. A voice inside her kept telling her to hold on, not to back down in front of the enemy, but another, increasingly loud voice said, "Give up, let yourself chase that overwhelming pleasure."
"Is it comfortable? Are your big breasts very swollen? Do you want me to squeeze them hard? Like this?" Zhou Peng moved his mouth to the woman's left breast, taking a big bite, while his right hand grasped the right breast, beginning to knead it with alternating pressure and lightness. The white flesh kept overflowing from between his fingers and receding.
The woman's body began to sway slightly. Zhou Peng smiled, his face hidden in the light, and quickened the pace of his movements, lightly biting her nipple.
The stinging pain in her chest felt like a breath of fresh air, making Zhuo Na slightly more alert. She pleaded again, "Zhou... Zhou Peng, we've already missed one chance... Ah... I really can't let... Song... Oh... Hui down again. I'll never be able to hold my head up in front of him."
"Women really do like to lie. Since you're in so much pain, I can only let your most honest part refute your self-deception."
Zhou Peng chuckled, propping himself up, and his right hand slowly slid down. When it reached above the woman's genitals, he stopped, then pressed his index finger against the entrance of her vagina, forcefully thrusting it inward. At this moment, Zhuo Na's lower body was spread open in an M-shape, her mind instantly hijacked by that slowly moving finger, her whole body tensing up, and the room fell silent. *Tsk...* The tight black pantyhose finally pierced a small hole, but due to the elasticity caused by the force of her thighs being spread wide, it tightened to both sides, automatically widening the hole.
"Oh dear. Why isn't it a thong?" Zhou Peng said regretfully, while his index finger continued to trace up and down her vulva through the lace panties. "Such a sexy and full vulva, how can it be covered by such tight panties? You should wear a thong, which only covers the clitoris and exposes the rest of the vulva. That wouldn't be a waste. Looks like I'll have to check your panties every day from now on."
Looking up at Zhuona, whose eyes had been tightly shut ever since her pantyhose was torn, Zhou Peng felt a surge of savagery rise within him again. Zhou Peng knew his own nature; his favorite thing to do was to "tear off" women's masks during sex, using various methods. He loved seeing so-called virtuous women transform into wanton sluts beneath him, driven only by lust. Only when these women forgot their families and themselves, crying out "Fuck me to death, cum inside me!" would Zhou Peng feel satisfied enough to ejaculate his sinful essence deep within them, reaching orgasm together. Zhou Peng had forgotten when he had become like this—was it in college? Zhou Peng subconsciously stopped reminiscing, focusing his attention back on the body before him.
"Every time I see you wearing stockings, I have to sit with my thighs together, afraid you'll see my erection; every time I see you bend down to pick something up, do you know how many people are staring intently at your plump vulva? I'm so lucky, I actually used my disgusting big cock to forcefully penetrate your wet little hole. Oh, I can't take it anymore, I have to let my cock remember the tender taste of your little hole. Nana, don't hold back, open your eyes and watch carefully how my big cock slowly penetrates your juicy little hole."
Zhou Peng decided he couldn't hold back any longer, his fingers hooking open the panties, but as soon as he let go, the tight panties protected the sexy vulva again. Zhou Peng shook his head, grabbed the edge of the panties, and put his mouth close to the woman's ear, "A woman's vagina always craves a man's cock, and you are no exception." As soon as he finished speaking, the panties were torn in half and hung on one of Zhuona's thighs.
Looking at the glistening pink vulva exposed to the air, Zhou Peng hurriedly released his penis and began rubbing it against the opening. Zhuo Na's breathing quickened again, her eyelashes trembling. Zhou Peng looked at his prey with a mocking gaze, like a king.
"I called you, and you obediently came over. Do you know why? Because your pussy was itchy. Do you know why I didn't take off your clothes? It's not because these clothes can protect you, but because I like to see you wearing clothes while I fuck you. That gives me more pleasure. Do you know why you're not resisting now? Because your body is ready to have sex with me. Your body still remembers my penis, still remembers the feeling that made you feel like you were dying of pleasure last time. Your breasts are so hard, they're calling for me to rub and bite them hard. Your pussy is flowing so happily, it's calling for my brother to hurry up and fuck you. But don't rush, I'm coming, I'll satisfy you now."
Zhou Peng released Zhuo Na's hands with his left hand and instead gently lifted Zhuo Na's head by the back of her head. With his right hand, he held his penis, aimed at her constantly flowing pussy, and forcefully squeezed through the layers of flesh, thrusting all the way in.
(To be continued)
Chapter Two
Zhou Jie was very depressed because he found out he was in love. Love should be a happy thing, but he really couldn't be happy. He suddenly felt a little resentful about the name his father gave him. It was a good name. When a certain TV series was popular, Zhou Jie was in junior high school. At that time, taking advantage of the TV series, he actually stole kisses from several pretty girls in his class. Those girls were kissed, and they all cried out shyly, but they still became friends with him.
"What a pity," Zhou Jie sighed bitterly. He was now a freshman in college, and he was about to start pursuing a girlfriend. But the actor with the same name as him had a terrible reputation, and with the viral spread of a photoshopped image of "Nose Bro" on Mop (a Chinese online forum), he'd been dragged down with him. His dormmates were now calling him "Erkang" (a character from a popular TV series), which was incredibly embarrassing. Add to that his 1.65-meter height and semi-disabled physique, and even in the second half of his freshman year, Zhou Jie was still single.
"Heaven is jealous of talent..." Zhou Jie slammed his forehead against the handrail on the bus, feeling like he wanted to die. "
Sigh, why is my older brother so handsome, and I'm so unlucky? Mom and Dad, if you're still alive, please give your second son some good looks." The thought of his brother Zhou Peng always bringing different models on business trips made Zhou Jie feel a tightness in his lower body. He subtly shifted his position, pondering Zhou Peng's promise to arrange a new model to deflower him. "
No way, I have someone I like now. How can I waste my bullets on these 'thousand-person' types? Teacher Lu, I want to fuck you." Thinking of the new sketching teacher's curvaceous figure and alluring charm, Zhou Jie's manhood finally stood erect.
"Mommy, does this brother have a gun hidden down there? I want one too!" A child's sweet voice interrupted Zhou Jie's reverie. Zhou Jie realized that everyone around him was staring at him with utter contempt, and the culprit was clinging to a blushing young woman, pointing at Zhou Jie's "big tent." "Damn it!"
Zhou Jie cried, covering his genitals with both hands, "Driver, stop! We've arrived! Stop!"
Embarrassed, Zhou Jie jumped off the bus, patted his chest, relieved that no one he knew had seen him, touched his shaved head, and started walking towards the place Zhou Peng had rented.
Brother, your dear little brother has come to see you... and I've also come to clean your house... and cook for you... I'm out of money...
Zhou Peng was also relieved, but he was relieved that he was shameless enough. Only the truly shameless can enjoy the pleasure that so-called gentlemen can never experience. For example, right now, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on, because his penis had already ejaculated once inside the woman's tight vagina. He had thought the second time would last longer, but the soft, folded flesh inside the woman's vagina that automatically sucked was just too pleasurable. Zhou Peng felt that every pore on his body had comfortably opened up.
Positioned on all fours, Wang Zhuona had lost all sense of time and space. She could only maintain her balance by following the man's movements behind her. All her attention was now focused on the penis constantly thrusting in and out of her body.
"I told you, a woman's vagina can't resist a man's penis. Once it's inside, every woman will clench like you, Nana. I'm increasingly confused about Song Hui. His ass is so perky and elastic, and most importantly, this biting cunt... oh... just mentioning your cunt makes you clench again, whew, so good. But don't worry, from now on this cunt is mine. I'll make you orgasm every day. Say it, say you can't live without me." "Speak quickly."
Zhou Peng vigorously rubbed her snow-white buttocks with both hands, his penis increasing the speed of its thrusts. Her tender labia minora were turned inside out as she was fucked, and Zhuona's body began to arch like a red-hot prawn, subconsciously thrusting her snow-white buttocks to meet the rhythm of the thrusts, while she couldn't help but moan loudly,
"Oh, so hot, so uncomfortable...too deep, ah...ah ah, too...forceful."
"Nana, do you know how good your pussy feels? Your pussy is a treasure, a gift from heaven to men, destined to be fucked and pounded by cocks. Your husband doesn't cherish this pussy, so I'll cherish you, I'll comfort you, I'll fuck you, fuck your cunt until it's ruined."
"...Ah...gently...it's hitting the spot...oh oh...too deep...no...ah...oh...almost there...almost there again...ah..." Zhuona began to indulge in the sensations in her lower body, abandoning her dignity, shouting incoherently, and throwing herself wholeheartedly into this intense intercourse.
Zhou Peng smiled sinisterly again. He pressed his tongue against her upper palate, enduring with immense willpower, and abruptly stopped his frenzied thrusting. He flipped her over, turning her face to face, and pressed down on her again.
Zhuo Na, distraught, reached out to pull at Zhou Peng, her genitals swaying from side to side, chasing after the man's deliberately evasive penis. She murmured unconsciously, "No, don't stop...it hurts so much, help me, help me...please..."
"Where am I helping you? Nana, tell me, you're a female master's student, tell me, tell me how you feel."
The man's devilish voice slowly merged with the voice in Zhuona's mind: "Down there...down there hurts, like just now, like that...like that, you put it in me..."
"Down there? So Nana likes anal sex? Hahaha...then I'll put it in your ass!" Zhou Peng stared into the woman's watery eyes, deliberately misinterpreting her words.
Zhuona's flushed cheeks became even more luscious, and the slight pleasure from the constant impact of the penis on her vaginal opening was no longer enough to satisfy her: "Vagina, vagina. Please...put it in...my...vaginal opening." After saying this, her body began to tremble in humiliation.
"Shut up, you slut." Zhou Peng's face suddenly turned ferocious. "Who told you that thing called a vagina? Think again." His penis pressed hard against her clitoris and slid back and forth.
"Ah...ah ah...I really...don't...know...please...please, don't...torture...me...anymore...waaaaaah..." Zhuo Na burst into tears, the heart-wrenching feeling of being played with and trampled by the man whipping away all her reason and shame.
"This isn't torture, baby. During sex, you should abandon all those so-called morals and dignity. Only by wholeheartedly following your body's feelings can you truly enjoy it. Don't hold back, don't be sad. Remember the feeling of orgasm the first time I penetrated you, remember the feeling of orgasm when I first ejaculated into your uterus... Now open your eyes and repeat after me. I will help you recall that feeling, that orgasm."
Zhou Peng hoisted Zhuo Na's legs onto his shoulders and pressed down on her. Zhuo Na's waist was forced to bend in half,
her knees were pressed against her full, lewd breasts, and her snowy buttocks slowly rose up. His glans stopped when it was fully inside her vagina.
"My cunt, my pussy, begs for the insertion of a big cock," Zhou Peng said slowly, then whispered in Zhuona's ear.
Waves of intense tingling and itching made Zhuona's body tremble uncontrollably. She could clearly feel her clitoris swelling and hardening. Suddenly, she heard an unfamiliar voice coming from her throat: "I... Wang... Wang Zhuona... please... insert..."
"Wrong answer. It seems you can't even enjoy my glans." The man made a move to pull his glans out of her vagina, but it was swallowed back up by Zhuona's constantly rising vulva.
"This slut wants a cock, this slut begs for a big cock to fuck me, fuck Nana hard..." The woman finally gave up on something she had been holding onto tightly in her heart, and felt herself suddenly falling off a very, very deep cliff.
"Coming!" Zhou Peng kissed Zhuo Na's delicate lips, thrust his hips hard, and his thick, seemingly self-sustaining penis broke through the vagina that was fully lubricated by her juices again, finally slamming into her cervix.
Zhuona was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure, and tears streamed down her beautiful face again. But she knew that these tears were not just tears of regret…
After this penetration, Zhou Peng did not stop or restrain himself. He began to wield his penis wildly, conquering every inch of Zhuona's body. His penis repeatedly struck her cervix, like a battlefield between two countries, one side with only a fragile city gate remaining, while the other was surrounded by troops on all sides, easily watching the soldiers trample on the crumbling gate.
“Scream it out, does it feel good? Tell me, Nana.” Zhou Peng suddenly stood up, forcefully spreading the woman's thighs, which were still covered in sexy black stockings.
"Ah...oh...faster...faster...so good..." Zhuona finally released the suppressed pleasure in her cries.
"Yes...call it like that..." Hearing the woman's cries, Zhou Peng thrust even faster, his breathing becoming rapid, and his voice becoming intermittent.
"Ah...oh...harder...I'm coming...oh...fuck...fuck me..."
"Yes...good, just say fuck, fuck, fuck...your cunt..." Hearing the usually dignified and beautiful woman utter such obscene words, Zhou Peng felt his penis grow even larger. "I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum... you slut, where do you want to cum?"
Feeling the engorged penis inside her vagina, Zhuona squeezed Zhou Peng's waist tightly with her legs, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed on the man's reddened eyes: "Cum... cum... inside... give it to me... all of it... cum... to... me..."
Finally, she felt the penis forcefully push open her cervix, followed by waves of scalding heat pounding against the uterine walls. "Ah..." Zhuona screamed, her whole body convulsing violently, her lower back arching like a stone arch bridge, her breasts trembling with the spasms. After the orgasm, Zhuona fainted. Zhou Peng also lay down on top of him, pressing down hard on that perfect body.
Chapter 3
Zhou Jie had been staring at his older brother for 1 minute and 22 seconds. Not bad, he hadn't blinked in that time. He felt his eyes starting to sting and swell, and tears were brewing.
"I swept the room twice and mopped the floor once."
"Hmm, I'll add 50 yuan."
"Want me to make you a bowl of noodles too?"
"I might consider having some, I'll add another 50."
"I'm your own brother, right? Are you sure Mom and Dad didn't pick me up from outside?"
"Based on the known organs, we should be considered brothers, but I don't mind getting a forensic examination. And don't get into that tearful act, do you believe I'll scoop water up your eyes?"
"Brother, even migrant workers have gotten a raise, so my pocket money, logically speaking..." Zhou Jie quickly recovered from his tearful state.
"So sleepy," Zhou Peng covered his face with his hands, not letting his younger brother see the smile on his lips. "The farmers got a raise, but your older brother didn't. 3000 yuan a month, after deducting your tuition, your aunt's living expenses, my
rent, utilities, phone bill... Let me do the math... damn, it's a negative number! How have I survived this long? God bless me for rarely getting sick, damn it!"
"Stop rambling," Zhou Jie thought that if he kept going, his older brother could go on and on all day without getting to the point. "I like a girl, but unfortunately I'm broke, so it's hard to make a move. And why don't you think about the split?"
"Let me ask you first, do you want a girlfriend to fill your life, or do you want to lose your virginity?"
"Is there a difference?" Zhou Jie frowned.
To be honest, Zhou Jie wasn't bad-looking, but due to his height (due to a level two disability) and his baby face, people would immediately think he wasn't boyfriend material. Zhou Peng looked at his younger brother's face, which was no less handsome than his own, and said with a smile, "If it's the latter, I can find you a virgin model to deflower each other. After all, once you understand this, you won't keep obsessing over it. As for the former, I can only say that first-year college students are relatively innocent. If you can only teach girls with money, do you think that girl is interesting?"
"Who told you I like female students?" Zhou Jie looked at his older brother with dissatisfaction.
"A female teacher! Not bad, she's got potential, hahaha." Zhou Peng burst into laughter, then looked at his younger brother's innocent face and laughed again. "Which teacher is so unlucky to have caught your eye? Probably a newbie teacher fresh out of school, right?"
"Wrong, she's married, her daughter's married..."
Zhou Jie's voice grew softer and softer, and Zhou Peng's eyes widened. Was this still his innocent younger brother? It seemed that he was one of those who had been deceived by his appearance. Zhou Peng secretly decided to delete all the mature women series from his computer at home.
"And, and..." Zhou Jie glanced at his older brother and stammered, "During class today... I bumped into her a few times with my genitals..."
"Stop!" Zhou Peng jumped up and started pacing around the living room. "Take your time, I need to process this. What you just said was too much."
A few minutes later, Zhou Peng sat down again. He felt he should clarify things before he could comfort his younger brother. "Start from the beginning, including the ambiguity between you two."
"There wasn't much ambiguity. Didn't you say that if a woman doesn't reject you, then there's always a way to get her into bed..."
"Stop again! I said that?! When did I say that?" Zhou Peng frowned and thought for a long time, but his mind went blank.
"Last time you got drunk, you dragged me along and taught me your 'woman-taming secrets.' You taught me all of this, and you even said that by using certain 'opportunities' and 'accidents' to test a woman's limits, you can better control her psychology. Ha, you know what? Today, I took advantage of being jostled by someone and tried it out. She didn't say anything, just blushed... Oh, that pretty face, I'm swooning, Teacher Lu... I love you..." Zhou Jie had already re-entered his own world of imagination.
Zhou Peng looked at his younger brother and vowed in his heart that from now on, when he got drunk, he would lock himself in his room and never let anyone near him.
"By the way, bro, how long is your penis when it's hard? I measured it in the bathroom today, hehehe, 16.8cm, that's pretty long, considering I'm still developing. Hey bro, you don't need to look at me like that, and make that gag-like face."
"I just accidentally ate a fly, especially a 'developing fly'. Don't change the subject, keep going."
"Actually, I was a bit dizzy today, and I'm still scared thinking about it. Let me tell you about Teacher Lu first. I only heard she's in her forties, but to be honest, if she were walking down the street, everyone would think she's just a woman in her thirties, plus... plus breasts that size." Zhou Jie thought carefully, then gestured a size in front of his chest.
"36D, not bad." Zhou Peng scratched his nose, suddenly feeling a resurgence of his sticky genitals. He remembered he hadn't showered since getting home.
"Plus, her 1.7-meter height, it's killing me! Bro, please, help me! I'm even afraid to talk about her in my sleep now. For now, I'll follow your advice and keep pushing her boundaries..."
Zhou Peng felt utterly exasperated. What had he taught him?! He wanted to stop his brother's crazy actions, but remembering his own situation, he smiled bitterly and finally said, "I just want you to be careful. Don't actually get yourself into it, and... sigh, never mind, be careful." He turned and went into the bathroom.
Zhou Jie happily continued to work on his brother's penis... huh? Seems like I forgot something?
"Damn, bro, extra money for living expenses!"
"I'm being nice by not cutting it, and you even left the ruler that measured your dick here without washing it and putting it back! All the money you just had is gone!"
"Damn, I curse you with bad luck in love!"
Zhou Peng burst into laughter from the bathroom. Zhou Jie glanced at the noodles in the pot, then mischievously poured the minced garlic he'd bought recently into the noodles. "I'll teach you to eat garlic, it'll make you sick."
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When Wang Zhuona entered the house, Song Hui was squatting in front of the wine cabinet, with several bottles of fine wine already placed beside him.
"Didn't the company close early? Why are you so late?" Song Hui stared at the vintage on the wine bottles as he spoke.
"Yeah, my socks got snagged when I came out, so I went to the mall and bought a few pairs." Zhuo Na tried to make her voice sound normal.
Song Hui turned to look at his wife's fair legs, feeling a little regretful. Sigh, a first-class figure, but a cold beauty, so unappealing.
"I'm going to Hangzhou tonight. Dad's hosting a cocktail party at Club No. 9. He said he'll arrange for me to meet a few people, so you'll have to eat by yourself tonight." Song Hui continued choosing the wine he was going to give to his father-in-law, telling Zhuo Na about his itinerary.
"Okay." Zhuo Na responded softly, went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.
After choosing his wine, Song Hui suddenly remembered the new LV bag he had casually tossed on the sofa. His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced towards the bathroom, silently repeating, "I've never seen this before, I've never seen this before..." His body grew restless; he couldn't stay still any longer. He grabbed the gift and his wallet, saying to the bathroom, "I'm leaving now. Remember to lock the door tonight." He rushed downstairs.
Half an hour later, a soft whimpering sound came from the bathroom...
The drive from Shanghai to Hangzhou on the highway takes about an hour. Song Hui checked the time, figuring he should arrive by nine o'clock, and slowed down.
Speaking of his father-in-law, Song Hui felt a little intimidated. The mere name of Wang Ye, the largest real estate tycoon in the country, was enough to make anyone's breath catch in their throat. But Song Hui was different; he wasn't someone who valued his father-in-law's wealth. Ironically, Song Hui wasn't a particularly ambitious person. For him, a decent income, a house, a car, and a beautiful wife were his greatest desires, and at 33, he had already achieved all of that.
His advertising company wasn't huge, but the annual net profit was still considerable. Plus, he occasionally managed to get involved with models aspiring to fame, which made Song Hui chuckle to himself.
However, when he thought of Wang Ye's demands on him, his constant urging to expand the company, Song Hui's smile vanished. So, when Wang Ye introduced him to the sons of certain groups or the presidents of certain companies, he felt not pride, but pressure.
Adding to this, Wang Ye maintained a remarkably good physique; at 54, he was incredibly lean and strong, looking like a slightly overweight older brother to Song Hui, which only fueled Song Hui's frustration. Not to mention, at every party, the models and celebrities accompanying Wang Ye changed constantly, making Song Hui feel less like his son-in-law and more like a lackey.
Sometimes, Song Hui would think maliciously, "Why doesn't my mother-in-law, such a beautiful woman, go out with him? Is it really true that behind every goddess is a man who's had enough of her?" Song Hui chuckled, and the thought of his mother-in-law's figure, resembling that of a woman in her thirties, instantly made his penis erect.
"Screech!" A sports car narrowly missed Song Hui's Mercedes, instantly speeding ahead and startling him so much that his penis immediately went limp.
"Fuck you!!!" Song Hui cursed angrily. Suppressing his wandering thoughts, he took out his phone and dialed.
"Hey, Sasha, I'm on my way... um... okay, dress up nicely, hahaha... Okay, okay, wait for me, bye-bye." Hanging up, Song Hui sped up.

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