Making love like a teenager 08

[Making Love Like a Teenager, Part 8]
Slowly recovering from the afterglow of her climax, Su He opened her beautiful eyes. Her gaze, blurred by passion, gradually cleared. However, the next moment, she furrowed her smooth forehead, filled with shame and indignation. It turned out that even after she had masturbated for so long, the two outside were still not finished. The annoying "slap slap slap" sounds were still extremely crisp and frequent, though at least they were quieter than before, sounding like they were coming from Old Wang's bedroom. Situ Qing's groans still occasionally drifted over, but the sound was rather muffled, slightly trembling and painful, completely devoid of spirit. Clearly, being fucked non-stop for nearly an hour had severely depleted her strength, and the intense friction had also caused pain to her tender vaginal flesh
. Serves her right! Su He gritted her teeth, feeling quite pleased. However, she immediately thought that if she were fucked for that long, it would be no different from being abused, and she couldn't help but shudder.
The next day, Su He dragged her little one to kindergarten with dark circles under her eyes. She finally fell asleep around 1 a.m., still furious, only to be woken up again by Lao Wang at 6 a.m. This seemingly tireless old man, without even waiting for dawn, enthusiastically started having sex with the drowsy Situ Qing. The lewd symphony was particularly clear in the early morning; Su He couldn't pretend not to hear it. Finally, Lao Wang finished and started humming again with Situ Qing in his arms. Su He looked at the sky; it was already bright, almost 7 a.m., so she had no choice but to get up and, taking advantage of the adulterous couple's inattention, leave with Xiao Bao. Because of Xiao Bao's constant presence, she couldn't conveniently or in the mood to check the state of her beloved single-piece fabric sofa, but the lingering strong smell of semen and vaginal fluid in the living room was enough to imagine how messy the scene was. In short, she left with the intention of escaping. "
If I had a choice, I'd move out of this den of iniquity immediately!" Su He thought bitterly as she walked out of the apartment complex. "There's a price to pay for this debauchery." The consequence of Old Wang's brutal one-night stand with the alluring Situ Qing was several days of stern reprimands from Director Yang. He was several hours late after that night, and for two weeks, Su He gave him the cold shoulder. Old Wang knew his mistake and had no reason to complain, so he spent the next two weeks feeling ashamed and listless. During this time, Situ Qing didn't contact him either, probably because she was still shaken after being so thoroughly exhausted last time. After the summer vacation started, she took a long break and went back to her hometown to travel with her mother and younger brother. Now Old Wang was even more restless, acting like he was in heat even at the sight of a female dog or cat. Although
kindergarten was closed for the summer vacation, Su He wasn't idle. She took a part-time job at an early childhood education center, partly to earn some extra money and partly to take her child to the center for free classes—a win-win situation. However, on this particular day, she was truly troubled. The training institution was holding a two-day, one-night outdoor activity for children over the weekend, with forty or fifty children signing up accompanied by their parents. The institution mobilized its entire staff, and although she was only a part-time teacher, she was also assigned a task. She was practically alone in the city, and going out overnight without her son was impossible, but bringing him was equally troublesome. After all, the other children were all four to six years old, and the outdoor activity wasn't suitable for her son's age. Her son couldn't participate, and she had her own assignment; who could help her look after him? After much thought, the only solution was to ask Uncle Wang to come along. Normally, asking Uncle Wang would be a simple matter; she could just give him a friendly welcome and forget about the previous incident, and he wouldn't refuse to help. The problem was that the training institution had booked a four-star hotel, and giving her a private room was already an exception. How could she possibly ask for another room for Uncle Wang? Furthermore, the hotel wasn't cheap. She couldn't bear to pay for a room for Old Wang herself. Did she really have to share a room with Uncle Wang? Su He, holding Xiao Bao, sat on the bus home, looking utterly dejected. The thought of spending a night in the same room with the lecherous and sexually potent Uncle Wang gave her goosebumps.
At dinner, Su He hesitated for a long time before finally making the request to Old Wang. Old Wang was flattered. This Buddha hadn't spoken to him for two whole weeks. Although this request meant asking him to skip two days of work, compared to the cold atmosphere at home, it was a small matter. He could always make up for it by staying up all night.
On Saturday morning, two buses, led by more than ten private cars, headed off to a resort 100 kilometers away. Most of the people driving private cars were parents of young children. Although the training institution provided shuttle buses, some people preferred a private space rather than being crammed together with others in a noisy environment. Others had an urgent need to show off their wealth. Upon
arriving at the resort, the training institution's administrative staff arranged for registration, check-in, and room assignments. Anxious, Su He took her key, grabbed her child, and led Lao Wang to their standard room. But when she opened the door, her heart sank. The four-star standard room was naturally excellent, and there were indeed two beds, but for some reason, they were placed extremely close together, with almost no aisle between them. Su He was already insecure enough, and seeing this arrangement made her even more anxious. Seeing
Su He remain silent, Old Wang probably guessed what she was thinking and said with an embarrassed smile, "It's okay, let's just put the two beds together. You and Xiao Bao can sleep on the bed. There's enough space by the window; I can sleep on the floor."
Upon hearing this, Su He thought to herself that she had invited Uncle Wang to help, how could she let him sleep on the floor? Wouldn't that be treating him like a servant? So she said, "It's okay, you sleep on the inner bed, and Xiao Bao and I will sleep on the outer one."
After saying that, she remembered something and added, "Oh, by the way, I'll call you Dad for the next couple of days, not Godfather, to avoid misunderstandings."
Old Wang was taken aback, but then he understood: Of course, it's fine for a biological father and his adult daughter to share a guest room, but it would be awkward for a godfather and goddaughter to share one, and it would cause a lot of gossip. Nodding,
Su He put down her luggage, washed her face, and then joined the group to lead the children in various fun activities. Following her instructions, Lao Wang led Xiao Bao to play inside and outside the hotel. Lunch was a simple set meal provided by the hotel, but the dinner was more elaborate. The hotel's Chinese restaurant had more than ten tables set up. Su He, Xiao Bao, and Lao Wang were seated at a table with a young teacher and two families.
The dishes were very plentiful, and because it was evening, beer was also served. Lao Wang and Su He sat with Xiao Bao on either side of them. Next to him was a stylishly dressed man with a buzz cut. Although not exactly handsome, he was extremely confident. He introduced himself as an investor named Qian Ming. Perhaps because he had come alone with his son, he was uninhibited and showered the beautiful Su He with attention. Eight out of ten of his sentences were directed at her:
"Come on, Teacher Su, how about some beer?" Qian Ming asked Su He with great pomp. He had taken a liking to this beautiful young teacher at first sight. In all his years of experience with women, he had never been with such an intellectual and innocent young woman, one who also possessed an aura of uniform allure. For ease of movement, Su He wore a pair of tight-fitting royal blue jeans today. While there was no risk of wardrobe malfunction, her perfect leg and hip curves were fully exposed, especially her pert, round buttocks. Qian Ming had stared at them intently during the day, his penis hardening countless times. She wore a white blouse, a standard office dresser's attire, her ample breasts filling the blouse quite fully. Several times, Qian Chun couldn't resist peeking between the two buttons, trying to catch a glimpse of her breasts or bra, but the white blouse was of excellent workmanship, and... Without leaving any room for exposure,
she said, "Thank you, I won't drink anymore. I have to take care of my son tonight." Su He saw through Qian Ming's intentions at a glance. With her looks, she had encountered countless well-meaning but ill-intentioned people since childhood, and she was naturally experienced in dealing with them.
"Xiao Bao is so big now, he doesn't need special care. Besides, isn't there an uncle here?" Qian Ming persisted, already standing up and picking up the glass in front of Su He to pour himself a drink.
Even Old Wang could see through Qian Ming's ulterior motives: Damn, is he trying to get Su He drunk and take advantage of her? Damn it, you're no good guy.
Seeing Qian Ming fill the beer glass and place it in front of Su He, Old Wang reached out and took it, grinning sheepishly at Qian Ming, "Mr. Qian, it's better for the mother to take care of the child. Su He isn't feeling well, so I'll have a drink with you."
Qian Ming's smile froze, then he forced a laugh and said, "Alright, it seems you can hold your liquor well, Uncle. I'll drink with you."
Actually, Old Wang had no capacity for alcohol. He clinked glasses with Qian Ming twice and was already a little tipsy.
Fortunately, the young teacher from the training institution, Xiao Li, and another male parent at the table couldn't stand Qian Ming's
blatant flirting and helped Old Wang drink a lot of alcohol. Otherwise, Old Wang might have passed out on the spot. After all, it wasn't a business dinner, and dinner ended relatively early. Having failed to get Old Wang drunk and inadvertently drag Su He into the mess, Qian Ming reluctantly led his son away. Su He looked at Old Wang, whose face was flushed, with concern and asked, "Dad, are you alright?"
Actually, Old Wang was already drunk, but he was the kind of person with good drinking manners and his mind was still clear. Hearing this, he slurred, "I'm fine? It's over, right? Let's go then." After saying that, he stood up unsteadily and walked away.
Xiao Li, who was at the same table, asked, "Sister Su, should I help Uncle to his room?"
Su He saw that Old Wang could still walk in a straight line, so she shook her head and said, "No need, Xiao Li, he's fine." This Xiao Li also admired her, and she didn't want to give him any chance, lest something unexpected happen. They
took the elevator to the floor where the guest rooms were located. Old Wang was jolted a few times by the elevator car. Finally, the effects of the alcohol took hold, and he stepped out of the elevator. After taking only two steps, he stumbled and fell to the ground. Su He, who was walking behind him, was startled and quickly stepped forward to grab his left arm, barely supporting his body.
"Are you alright?"
Old Wang was still dizzy, but he didn't forget to shake his head. With Su He's help, he straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did Su He realize that she was still holding onto Uncle Wang's arm with both arms, her chest completely pressed against his arm. Her pretty face immediately turned red, and she instinctively wanted to let go and run away. However, she saw that Old Wang was still dazed and seemed to be unaware of anything. Moreover, he was indeed only able to stand up with his own strength. How could she let go?
So, she had no choice but to suppress her embarrassment and help Old Wang walk towards the guest room. The short distance of just over ten meters took her more than a minute to walk. Old Wang was simply too heavy, and she was too slender; dragging him that far was no easy feat. Finally
arriving at their destination, she opened the door, called Xiao Bao to follow her into the room, and laid Old Wang down on the bed. Only then did she shake her arms, which were swollen from the exertion, and sat down on another bed, panting softly. Her breasts heaved rapidly, and her white shirt, soaked with fragrant sweat, clung to her fair skin, making her even more alluring than if she were completely naked. Fortunately, Old Wang was already completely drunk and unconscious, so there was no fear of him being tempted.
Seeing that Old Wang's eyes were closed and he was already snoring, Su He, her heart settling, quickly opened her suitcase, rummaged through her and Xiao Bao's change of clothes, pulled Xiao Bao into the bathroom, locked the door, and then quickly took a shower with him. Because she was sharing a room with Lao Wang, she didn't bring her usual pajamas. Instead, she brought a pair of loose black sweatpants and a gray crew-neck t-shirt as pajamas. Just to be on the safe side, she put her bra back under the gray t-shirt before confidently leading Xiao Bao out of the bathroom
. Xiao Bao, who had been playing all day, quickly fell asleep. Su He lay half-reclined on the other side of the bed, away from Lao Wang, her heart pounding, unable to sleep. On one hand, she was still a little uneasy about sharing a room with a man she had no intimate relationship with. On the other hand, her phone had been ringing non-stop, with WeChat messages popping up one after another. As expected, most of them were from Qian Ming, and a few were from Xiao Li.
Su He regretted giving in to Qian Ming's excuse during dinner and letting him add her on WeChat. Although she didn't like wealthy people like him, she didn't dare offend them. Like the messages she was receiving now, she couldn't completely ignore them, so she could only reply perfunctorily to a few that didn't involve any ambiguity. As for the message from Xiao Li, she was much more cautious. After all, they were colleagues, and their tasks overlapped this time. He was using work-related communication as an excuse to send a message, so she couldn't ignore it. After all, he was a full-time employee, while she was just a part-timer
. Finally, around ten o'clock, she excused herself, saying she was tired and needed to rest, and sent the two men, each with their own thoughts, away, putting down her phone. She was indeed a little tired, and sleepiness was washing over her in waves. However, listening to Lao Wang's snoring, she dared not fall asleep. She didn't dare turn off the light completely, and would occasionally turn her head to check on him, afraid that he would sneak up on her silently. However, it would have been better if she hadn't looked. After a few glances, she noticed something strange: Lao Wang, who was lying on his back, had somehow developed a huge tent in his crotch. His cheap black trousers were bulging high, looking horribly stretched as if they were about to burst. Even if he was wearing underwear, it was the kind of loose underwear that was practically the same as not wearing any at all. What made Su He tremble uncontrollably was the sheer size and height of the tent, which far exceeded her comprehension. She couldn't even imagine whether she would faint from shock at Old Wang's size if she weren't covered by her pants.
A wave of heat washed over Su He's body, and almost instantly, her pretty face turned bright red. Instinctively, she quickly pulled the blanket over herself to cover her lower body, but this was of no use. Instead, because she was dressed so tightly, she soon broke out in a fine sweat. The heat released the alluring scent of the mature young woman, and soon her side was filled with a captivating fragrance, like orchids and musk, arousing desire.
Old Wang, in his sleep, seemed to have also smelled this captivating scent, and suddenly grinned silently. When Su He saw this, goosebumps rose all over her body, and she held her breath in fear. However, Old Wang didn't actually wake up. He just unconsciously waved his hand, his right hand reaching down to his crotch to scratch. As he scratched, the shape of his penis appeared and disappeared, like a menacing curved blade, sending another wave of inexplicable fear through Su He. But after scratching his penis a few times, Old Wang went back to snoring. Having just recovered from a scare, Su He found herself covered in a sticky sweat, feeling quite uncomfortable. However, she had no desire to get up and shower again; her only thought was that this long night should pass quickly.
More than an hour later, Su He couldn't resist the sleepiness any longer and drifted off to sleep. At one point, she suddenly felt Old Wang silently sit up in bed, roll over, and get out of bed. She jolted awake, sitting up abruptly, clutching the blanket tightly, and nervously yelled, "Don't come any closer!"
Old Wang was genuinely startled. Actually, he woke up because he had drunk too much beer and needed to pee. He had only intended to get up quietly to urinate, but Su He was a light sleeper and not only woke him up but also said that. Although Old Wang was a kind-hearted man, he still had some backbone. He clearly had no ulterior motives towards Su He and was only there to help her, but she treated him like a pervert and guarded against him day and night. What was the point?
"I, I'm not that much of a bastard!" Old Wang, feeling aggrieved, stomped his foot hard and went into the bathroom, slamming the door
shut. Su He, who had just woken up, knew that this was the first time Uncle Wang had been angry with her. For a moment, she felt ashamed and realized that she had indeed inadvertently hurt his pride. She had intended to apologize to him after he came out, but after he finished urinating, he turned on the tap and started taking a shower. She waited and waited, eventually drifting off to sleep.
Perhaps because Old Wang's angry words had proven his character, Su He subconsciously felt reassured, and she slept soundly for the rest of the night. When she woke up in the morning, she found that Old Wang was no longer in the room. Her heart skipped a beat: Oh no, did Uncle Wang get up early and rush home? It's so far away and transportation is inconvenient, how could he get back? Besides, there are activities during the day; what will happen to Xiao Bao if he goes back?
She hurriedly woke Xiaobao, finished washing up, and dialed Lao Wang's number. Fortunately, the phone was answered after two rings. Before she could speak, he said, "I'm in the lobby!" Judging from his voice, he was clearly still upset about
that day. Lao Wang hadn't given Su He a kind look, and even when Su He apologized to him privately, he stubbornly refused to listen, like a reckless teenager, turning and leaving, which left Su He both amused and exasperated.
The busy afternoon finally ended, and the group began their journey home. On the bus, with so many people talking, Su He didn't have a chance to properly communicate with Lao Wang. It was already evening when they arrived back in the city. Su He had planned to treat Lao Wang to a simple meal out, but the old man got off the bus without even saying hello and strode away. Su He, pulling Xiao Bao and her suitcase, couldn't keep up with him, so she gave up, thinking: "Okay, let him calm down first, I'll apologize tomorrow." But Su He underestimated how angry Lao Wang was. He didn't get home until very late that night. The next morning, when Su He woke up, she found that he had gone to work early, and an old travel bag that was in the bedroom was gone. Many of the clothes that were neatly folded on the chair were also missing. Her heart sank: "Oh no, could he have run away from home? Besides, she's the owner of this house! What's going on?"
Sure enough, Lao Wang didn't come home for dinner that night as usual. Su He felt uneasy, so she picked up her phone and called him. After five rings, he answered, and before she could speak, he said curtly, "I've been on duty a lot lately, so I'm staying in the community dormitory. I'm not coming back." He then hung up.
Su He stared blankly at the phone screen, thinking: "Well, Uncle Wang, you're acting like a teenager, quite the tantrum-thrower!"
Actually, although Old Wang had just made up an excuse about not wanting to go home, he had indeed agreed to cover Old Li's night shifts and even two extra hours during the day to get Old Li to vacate his small dormitory. That's why Old Li had happily given up his small dormitory, located in the northeast corner of the community, and moved back home. Although nominally called a dormitory, it was actually just a small, single-story house next to a bicycle shed and a residents' storage room. It used to be used to store the property management company's belongings, and it still contained a lot of old, accumulated clutter. Only a few square meters of space had been carved out against one wall, with a single bed propped up on a wooden plank—extremely rudimentary. However, this posed no problem for Old Wang. His rural home when he was young was much more dilapidated than this.
The next day, Su He called Old Wang three times, but he didn't answer. She then sent him a text message, essentially apologizing for misunderstanding him that day and asking him not to hold it against her and to move back home. She knew Old Wang wasn't very literate, so she used concise language. However, it was like throwing a stone into the sea; there was no response. Old Wang didn't even set foot in Biyue Garden. Old Wang had changed his ways. Instead of staying in such a nice house in Biyue Garden, he made the neighborhood his home for several days, which truly surprised Yang Yulian. For her, this was a double blessing. The first good thing was naturally that the vixen upstairs, Situ Qing, had gone back to her hometown. In high spirits, she made an exception and gave Old Wang a friendly welcome, as a way of praising his selfless dedication to the community.
That day, as usual, District Chief Fan was not home. On a whim, Yang Yulian cooked a seafood dinner and opened two bottles of beer, enjoying herself immensely. However, whether it was the seafood not being fresh or the beer pairing being inappropriate, she suddenly experienced severe stomach cramps in the middle of the night, tossing and turning in bed, sweating profusely. Knowing something was wrong, she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed her husband's number, but the dial tone rang for a long time without being answered. She redialed several times, but to no avail. Panicked, fearful, and disappointed, she immediately remembered that Lao Wang was on the night shift, so she called him. Two seconds later, Lao Wang answered,
"What's wrong, Director Yang?"
"Lao Wang, come to my house quickly and take me to the hospital!"
"What is it? Okay, I'm coming right away!"
Hanging up the phone, Yang Yulian felt a little calmer. Remembering that Lao Wang didn't have a key, she struggled to her feet, clutching her stomach and enduring the sharp pain as she slowly made her way to the door. She could already hear the sudden footsteps in the stairwell outside. As soon as she opened the door, Lao Wang was already there.
"What's wrong?" Lao Wang asked with concern.
"My stomach hurts a lot; I think it's acute gastroenteritis." Yang Yulian felt a warmth in her heart and said,
"Then I'll take you to the hospital." Only then did Lao Wang notice Yang Yulian's clothing. Yang Yulian, who had just gotten out of bed, was wearing a set of silk purple pajamas. Although they were quite revealing, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra under the pullover top. Her two nipples, the size of fresh grapes, were clearly visible and alluring against the thin silk fabric. She had just worked up a sweat, and her chest was damp. The fabric clung tightly to her beautifully shaped, ample breasts, making her even more arousing than if she were naked. Old Wang, who had been celibate for several days, almost immediately became erect. Noticing
Old Wang's embarrassment, Yang Yulian looked down and understood. Feeling quite awkward herself, she quickly said, "My medical insurance card is on the TV cabinet, could you get it for me? Also, could you get my trench coat from the sofa?"
After putting on the light blue, thin trench coat and zipping it up, Yang Yulian finally felt a little more at ease. Seeing that she was in so much pain she couldn't stand up, Old Wang asked, "Can you walk? Or I can carry you to the gate to get a taxi."
Yang Yulian knew her own situation; even if Old Wang hadn't offered, she would have had to beg him. She quickly nodded in agreement. Old Wang turned and squatted down. Yang Yulian, no longer caring about propriety, leaned on his shoulders and climbed onto his back. Old Wang reached behind her and wrapped his arms around her legs, easily lifting her up—yes, the tall and voluptuous Yang Yulian weighed around 120 pounds, but that wasn't a problem for Old Wang, who was used to carrying bricks on construction sites. What truly bothered him was the pressure of her chest and back against his. This ignited his burning desire, because her body was so mature and alluring; such close contact was enough to make any man lose control—the light green, thin trench coat offered no physical barrier other than wind protection, and underneath was purple silk... Her silk pajamas felt almost weightless, so her heavy, bouncy, and soft breasts slumped unreservedly against Old Wang's strong back, their weight and heat making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Because Yang Yulian was taller than him, she had to press herself against his back as much as possible to maintain her balance, so she was pressed tightly against him from her chest down to her soft, smooth abdomen, without any gap, allowing him to fully experience what it meant to be boneless, that intoxicating feeling almost took his bones away. And the rough, large hands that held her legs provided another extremely moving experience of the fullness and smoothness of her thighs beneath the soft, thin silk pajamas. The woman on his back was writhing in pain. Old Wang knew that indulging in lust at this moment was truly beastly, but his sexual instincts were beyond his control. Just like now, as he descended the stairs, the massive, swaying breasts exerted a gentle, fluctuating pressure on his back muscles with each step. Even if he were a reincarnation of Liu Xiahui, he probably wouldn't be able to resist
the urge to get an erection. Saving a life is like putting out a fire, and soon Old Wang was out of the stairwell, running towards the front door. In the hazy moonlight, the sight of a tall, alluring woman's body trembling with each step on the back of a man of medium build was both incongruous and lewd. The lewd sight primarily stemmed from the woman's ample buttocks. Due to the position of being carried from behind, her already plump and rounded buttocks were stretched taut, their shape fully exposed. The silk pajama bottoms, instead of providing any concealment, only served to accentuate them, revealing the fabric digging into her deep cleft, the lines of her underwear, the shape of her mons pubis… If a man were to see all this from a slightly lower angle from behind, he would likely have a strong urge to pounce on the woman immediately, even if she were currently a seriously ill patient, receiving no pity whatsoever.
Fortunately, Old Wang was spared from witnessing this spectacle, and there was no one else in the neighborhood at midnight. So, Old Wang easily reached the entrance, hailed a taxi, and sped towards the nearest hospital. As for the unguarded gate of the neighborhood, well, tell me, is the health of the highest-ranking official's wife more important, or the fire and theft prevention of this old neighborhood of a hundred or so households?
That evening, by chance, the nearby hospital's emergency room wasn't crowded. Perhaps not wanting to be seen in her disheveled state by acquaintances, Yang Yulian got out of the car at the emergency room entrance and refused to let Lao Wang carry her. She only held onto one of his arms for support, struggling to drag her delicate body inside. Lao Wang helped her sit down in the waiting area. Registration didn't take much effort, and the doctor's diagnosis was very thorough. It was indeed acute gastroenteritis. He prescribed some medicine and told them to pay for the IV drip. After two bottles of medicine, Yang Yulian's symptoms had improved considerably. Just then, District Chief Fan called back.
"What's wrong? Why are you calling so late?" Her husband's voice was tired from excessive smoking and drinking, but it was clearly not the tone of someone who had just woken up. Yang Yulian immediately understood. Disappointment and sorrow filled her heart. She said faintly, "I just had an acute gastroenteritis attack and am getting an IV drip at the hospital."
"Oh? Is it serious? What happened? Did you eat something inappropriate again?"
"I'm fine now, I've had the injection. That's all for now, I'm going home now." Without waiting for her husband's reply, she hung up the phone.
Yang Yulian walked out of the hospital by herself. Although her stomach still ached slightly and she felt a little weak, walking those few dozen meters wasn't a problem. But when she got to her apartment complex and got out of the taxi, she felt very tired, her legs even a little weak. Seeing this, Lao Wang asked with concern, "Can you walk? Or should I carry you home?"
"No need," Yang Yulian said hurriedly. It wasn't as urgent as going to the hospital; what if someone in the complex saw her? She still had to save face. "Just give me a hand,"
Lao Wang nodded, then took her arm and supported her as she walked inside. As Yang Yulian climbed the stairs, she found it increasingly difficult, naturally relying more on Lao Wang's strength. Half of her body pressed tightly against him, the edges of her ample breasts occasionally brushing against his arm and side. The softness, warmth, and elasticity of that area gave Lao Wang unparalleled pleasure. Fortunately, the stairwell was dimly lit, so Yang Yulian didn't notice the flush on his face caused by excitement. However, the tent slowly swelling in his crotch was impossible to conceal. Even though Yang Yulian was still recovering from her illness and in low spirits, her eyes were still sharp, and she had already noticed the unusual sight. Naturally, amidst shame and anger, her heart began to flutter: This old scoundrel, why can't he restrain himself? What if he forces himself on me when we get home?
Fortunately, despite his tough exterior, Old Wang wasn't about to turn into a beast. When they reached Yang Yulian's door, she fumbled for her key, opened the door, and took the opportunity to slip away from Old Wang's support and go inside. Old Wang stood outside, scratching the back of his head
, and said shyly, "Director Yang, if you're alright, I'll go back to my shift." Yang Yulian turned around, her beautiful eyes fixed on Old Wang's face. The brief contact with his strong body had indeed made her feel a little hot. "Okay, thank you."
Watching Old Wang rush down the stairs, Yang Yulian felt a warmth in her heart and finally couldn't help but smile, a beautiful smile even in her illness
. Acute gastroenteritis can be deadly, but it also heals quickly. In just a few days, Yang Yulian was back to normal. District Chief Fan returned from his business trip to the provincial capital. Upon entering, he feigned concern and asked a few questions. After learning she had basically recovered, that was the end of it, leaving her depressed for two days.
That day, as usual, District Chief Fan went out again, saying he was taking several companies to other cities for inspections. Yang Yulian never bothered to investigate whether his reasons were true or false; even if they were, she could only accept them as truth. Besides, she was used to her husband being away from home every few days. After work, bored out of her mind, she thought about this and that, and then called Old Wang, asking him to come over for dinner that evening as a way of thanking him for his help last time.
Actually, when Old Wang received the call, he was reluctant. He was genuinely afraid of Director Yang, and the more beautiful she was, the more afraid he became. He knew this woman was untouchable, so he preferred to stay far away. But precisely because he was afraid of her, he instinctively agreed, and he couldn't think of a reason to refuse—according to the work schedule, he wasn't on the night shift that day, and Director Yang, as his direct supervisor, knew
this perfectly well. At 5 PM sharp, Old Wang knocked on Yang Yulian's door. The door opened shortly, and Yang Yulian appeared behind it, smiling and inviting him in. She was still wearing the same black sleeveless, round-neck, knee-length dress she'd worn to work during the day. Because it was summer, the neckline was quite wide, exposing her smooth neck and delicate collarbones. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the black of the dress was striking; seeing her up close, Old Wang was dazzled. The dress wasn't particularly form-fitting, but because Yang Yulian's breasts were extremely full, the bodice was completely stretched, revealing a perfect curve to her bulging breasts, naturally arousing in men the urge to pounce and embrace her. Of course, Old Wang didn't have the guts, so his gaze only lingered for a moment before quickly moving downwards, revealing her sharply tapering, graceful waistline. To be fair, Yang Yulian's waistline was different from that of a young girl like Situ Qing who hadn't given birth, but because of her large bust, her proportions were still excellent, enough to drive any man crazy. Moreover, below her taut waist was a round, full bottom and two straight, shapely legs… Old Wang dared not look any further, because he had already peeked from behind during the day and knew just how beautiful Director Yang's buttocks and legs were; he was afraid of getting an erection on the spot, which would be embarrassing. Old Wang's foolish look, not knowing where to look, made Yang Yulian both smug and amused. She feigned annoyance, saying, "What are you standing there for? Come in."
Old Wang said "Yes," and quickly kicked off his shoes, carefully entering the room. He glanced around and asked, "Where's District Chief Fan?"
"He's away on a business trip."
"Oh." Old Wang breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to Director Yang, her husband, District Chief Fan, held a much higher position and wielded more power. Old Wang didn't even dare to breathe loudly in his presence. Fortunately, he wasn't there, so he didn't have to be too nervous.
After closing the door, Old Wang turned around and saw that a table full of steaming dishes had already been laid out. The cold dishes included smashed cucumber and salt-roasted peanuts, while the hot dishes included poached chicken, braised beef, sweet and sour pork ribs, and steamed mandarin fish, plus a stir-fried vegetable dish and seaweed and egg drop soup. Old Wang rubbed his hands together, flattered, and said with a sheepish smile, "Director Yang, you're too kind. Why did you cook so much food?"
"Just eat as much as you like. If you can't finish it, just leave it," Yang Yulian said with a smile. To be honest, ever since Lao Wang took her to the hospital last time, she's been much more polite to him and her words aren't as harsh.
"Sit down, why are you still standing?"
"Okay, okay."
"Eating alone is too boring, how about a sip of red wine?" Yang Yulian went to the kitchen, took out a bottle of red wine, and before Lao Wang could nod, she had already opened it deftly, poured it into a decanter, and brought it to the dining table. Old Wang frowned upon seeing it—he could drink a bottle of beer and still be quite drunk, but this red wine, which he'd never tried before, made him a little apprehensive.
"What's wrong? You don't like my red wine? Open your eyes wide and look, this is high-end Italian import."
"No, that's not what I meant. I've just never had red wine before, and I'm afraid I can't handle it. Do you have any beer?" "
We really don't have any beer. Besides, the last time I went to the hospital, it was because of beer and seafood that I had this problem, and I don't want to drink beer lately. Okay, just drink whatever you want, I won't force you, alright?"
"Okay."
"Here, let me toast you first. This is to thank you for taking me to the hospital last time."
"Okay. No need to thank me, it's nothing."
"It's a small matter for you, but a big deal for me. I must thank you." As she spoke, Yang Yulian tilted her head back and took a large gulp of red wine. Old Wang, seeing this, thought that Director Yang was quite generous, so he cautiously took a small sip himself.
"How is it? Not bad, right?"
Old Wang smacked his lips. "Hmm, it's alright, even sweeter than beer, it tastes pretty good." "
I knew it! Come on, eat!"
"Yes!"
To be honest, Yang Yulian was quite a good cook; these home-style dishes were really well-prepared. Old Wang, who had been living in the neighborhood recently, hadn't had a decent meal in a long time, and he was truly wolfing down his food. Yang Yulian occasionally picked up a couple of bites, but most of the time she just sipped her red wine, amused by Old Wang's ravenous eating, with rice grains and juices flying everywhere.
"I'm supposed to be a top-notch woman, capable in both the living room and the kitchen! My husband doesn't appreciate that at all. He's always out gallivanting and never home. It's only when I eat with this rude doorman that I feel any warmth!" Yang Yulian thought, feeling a surge of frustration. She downed a glass of red wine in one gulp, then sipped it again. Old Wang took a couple of small sips and didn't touch his glass again. Seeing Director Yang drinking glass after glass, he glanced at her curiously, and was immediately stunned. The usual Director Yang was so aloof, imposing, and arrogant; she had never shown such a gentle demeanor before. The red wine was slowly taking effect, and a blush had crept onto her fair face, more beautiful than if she had applied rouge. Even more noticeable was the change in her eyes. Although she was far from being drunk, her usual condescending air was gone, replaced by a look of bewilderment and sorrow reflecting on the past. Even though Old Wang was a complete roughneck, this scene stirred something within him. He instinctively stopped what he was doing, his mouth agape like a fool, staring blankly at Yang Yulian's stunning face.
"What's wrong?" Old Wang's dazed expression pulled Yang Yulian back from her reverie. She had barely uttered the question when she saw his expression and realized the old man had been momentarily captivated by her beauty. Amused and a little smug, she said,
"Come on, don't just eat, have some wine. It's so boring drinking alone."
"Okay, cheers!" Seeing Director Yang's initiative to defuse his awkwardness, Old Wang quickly seized the opportunity, taking a large gulp. Fortunately, his low alcohol tolerance meant his face was already flushed, concealing his embarrassment. Seeing Old Wang nonchalantly continuing to eat and drink, Yang Yulian found it even more amusing. Putting aside the upsetting matter of Lao Wang and Situ Qing's affair for the moment, she actually found the old man quite adorable, with a kind of silly charm that was almost as endearing as a husky.
"By the way, didn't you have an apartment in Biyue Garden? Why did you move to the apartment complex?" Yang Yulian asked, remembering this matter that piqued her curiosity.
"Nothing, it's just convenient for commuting to work," Lao Wang replied casually, putting down his chopsticks. Unfortunately, his face couldn't hide his secret; his sullen expression was already obvious to Yang Yulian.
"What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your goddaughter?" Yang Yulian took a sip of her wine with amusement, but her gaze remained fixed on Old Wang's face.
"No. No."
"Still saying no? Even a blind person could see it. Hey, she's just your goddaughter, not your biological daughter. If there really was a conflict, why are you the one moving out instead of her? The house is yours." "
For such a small matter, how could I bear to let Xiao Bao move around without even a place to settle down?
Anyway, I'm an old man, it doesn't matter where I live." Old Wang retorted. Although he knew that what Director Yang said was reasonable, despite his anger towards Su He, he still felt sorry for the mother and daughter
. "Tsk tsk, really, I didn't realize you were so soft-hearted." Yang Yulian teased him habitually, but then she thought, if Old Wang wasn't a good person, wouldn't he have taken advantage of her when he took her to the hospital that day? So he felt a little embarrassed, thinking he shouldn't have used such a tone to say that
Old Wang, who was used to being scolded by Director Yang, didn't notice anything wrong with it. He just chuckled twice, picked up his wine glass, and took
a sip. In Old Wang's dictionary, there were no words like sentimentality or self-pity, so he continued eating his food. On the other hand, Yang Yulian, who was intentionally controlling her food intake to maintain her figure, was sitting opposite him, busy drinking. Slightly tipsy, her thoughts began to wander. She recalled the time she lost her balance and fell backward in the stairwell, when Old Wang used his hard penis to firmly press against her buttocks, stabilizing her body in that inhuman scene; she also remembered the time Old Wang stood on a stool to help her put a quilt in the closet, only to fall and straddle her, his erect penis almost touching her mouth; and of course, there was that time she could never forget, in a crowded elevator, when Old Wang, standing behind her, shamelessly pressed his hard penis against her vulva and rubbed it against her, even daring to reach out and touch her private parts, ultimately causing her to openly orgasm in the elevator...
Thinking of all this, Yang Yulian felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Her husband barely showed her any intimacy more than once a year, and she knew he was having affairs. She'd even considered having a lover herself, but instead of finding one, she'd had several ambiguous encounters with this crude old gatekeeper across the street. It was truly both laughable and pathetic.
As Yang Yulian reminisced and felt embarrassed, Old Wang finished his meal and contentedly put down his chopsticks. He glanced at Director Yang and saw her resting her chin on her hand, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dreamy. Her youthful innocence combined with her mature beauty was simply irresistible. Old Wang's heart pounded wildly. Seeing that she was clearly distracted, and emboldened by the alcohol, he dared to stare unabashedly at her beautiful face. After a while, his gaze was drawn to her slowly rising and falling breasts. His eyes wandered downwards, locking onto the rounded, almost bursting shape of her black sleeveless round-neck dress. In an instant, his breathing became heavy, completely following the rhythm of her breasts' gentle sway. He felt that the most beautiful sight he had ever seen was right before his eyes.
Old Wang suddenly became like a puppet, and the room became too quiet. The change in environment finally brought Yang Yulian's thoughts back to reality. She saw Old Wang holding onto the dining table, leaning slightly forward, his eyes wide and focused on her chest, his mouth half-open, almost drooling—a lewd look on his face. She was first startled, then her embarrassment turned to anger. She scolded, "Hey, where are you looking? Tone it down!"
"Oh, ah? I'm so sorry, Director Yang, I deserve to die!" Old Wang suddenly realized what was happening, his face flushed with embarrassment. He raised his hand and slapped himself
. "Slapping yourself is one thing, but punish yourself with three drinks." Actually, Yang Yulian had been used to men staring at her chest since she was a child, especially after she turned forty. She wasn't angry that she could still attract so many men's attention; she was more proud than angry. Scolding Old Wang was just a habit.
"Three drinks are too much, Director Yang. How about I have one?" Old Wang looked hesitant.
Yang Yulian had only said it casually, but seeing that Old Wang took it seriously, she chuckled and said, "Okay, one drink it is fine, but fill it up." As she spoke, she picked up the wine bottle and poured it for Old Wang. As she stretched out her arm, Old Wang couldn't help but look up along her slender fingers and delicate wrist. Her entire arm was perfectly rounded and proportionate, snow-white and flawless, down to her smooth, hairless armpit—it was all incredibly beautiful. For some reason, his already erect penis suddenly jerked. His loose underwear and cheap, thin trousers were practically useless, causing his rapidly swelling penis to bounce upwards. Unfortunately, it hit the underside of the table with a loud thud. Old Wang winced in pain, and the table shook. The dark red wine in his glass, already full, spilled, flowing across the table and quickly forming a small stream that trickled down in front of him.
"Hey, what happened? Get up and move aside! It's dripping on your pants!"
"It's okay, a little wet doesn't matter." Poor Old Wang was sweating profusely from the pain, but he could only pretend nothing had happened. Rather than have Director Yang discover that his penis was so swollen it was about to pierce his crotch, he'd rather his entire pants be soaked
. Yang Yulian inexplicably put down her wine glass, glanced at Old Wang's nonchalant expression and the incongruous beads of sweat on his forehead, and suddenly guessed the truth: the table where Old Wang was sitting didn't have a leg, so it was unlikely he'd kicked it. Besides, his upper body hadn't moved at all. The only possibility was that his filthy thing had suddenly become erect and hit the edge of the table? How could that be? The chair was quite a distance from the edge… However, the next second, she remembered that Old Wang's filthy thing could even support her 120-pound weight; what else was impossible?
Thinking of this, amidst shock and shame, Yang Yulian suddenly felt a little panicked. This old scoundrel, I just reached out to pour him a drink, and he got this erect just looking at my arm. What if he gets lustful and rapes me? " What bad luck! Red wine ruined everything!
" Yang Yulian said, feigning composure, "You... never mind, don't drink anymore. You've finished eating, why don't you go back to your dorm?"
"I feel a little dizzy, let me sit down for a bit."
"Well... then you sit down first, I'll tidy up." Yang Yulian felt it was a bit dangerous to be stared at face-to-face by Old Wang at such close range, so she stood up, cleared away the dishes and empty plates, and carried them into the kitchen. She didn't immediately return; instead, she turned on the tap and started rinsing the plates, thinking to herself: Maybe this old bastard is too embarrassed to stand up in front of me to avoid making a fool of himself. Now that I have my back to him, he should get up and leave, right?
Life is unpredictable. A few months ago, or rather, before he started drinking, Old Wang might have already quietly gotten up and left. But now, Old Wang, slightly drunk, was much bolder. Moreover, after Situ Qing had awakened his passion for sex, he hadn't touched meat for several weeks. Now, he was at the point where even a sow would arouse him. Besides, Yang Yulian was a stunning beauty no less than Situ Qing, and even more mature, voluptuous, and elegant, further whetting the appetite of older men. So, as soon as Yang Yulian walked past him with her plate, he eagerly turned his head to stare at her back. Her full, plump buttocks, under her black knee-length dress, had their contours and shapes completely revealed, adding a touch of hazy beauty. With each step, her elastic buttocks swayed and rippled, a rhythm that seemed to want to crush Old Wang's heart. Moreover, Yang Yulian's beauty wasn't limited to her hips: she was quite tall and well-proportioned, with a remarkably long lower body and beautifully slender calves. Her legs lacked the plumpness typical of women her age, nor the excessive thinness of a young girl—they were exceptionally perfect. At this moment, she was wearing only ordinary slippers; her ankles were rounded and graceful, and even her calloused heels were still delicate and fair. Even the most discerning man, who had seen countless women, couldn't find any flaws in this woman's body.
Old Wang's greedy gaze traveled from Yang Yulian's bare feet upwards to her long, black hair and snow-white shoulders
and neck , his desire swelling rapidly. Yes, he had always been intimidated by her, but that was because of her official position, because of her husband's official position. As a commoner from the lower classes, he instinctively feared those in power. But, a man dies with his penis facing the sky, right? Old Wang's mind raced through his humble life. He was alone, with no ties, and he'd already slept with one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. What regrets could he possibly have? If there was any regret, it was that this woman before him was the second most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get close to her, and wasting it would be the biggest regret! As for the possibility that she might get angry and call the police, arrest him, and ruin his reputation, it didn't matter. He had nothing better to do than live a worthless life; he wasn't afraid of death, so what was there to regret?
Old Wang had never been so decisive in his life. A hint of tragic heroism flashed in his eyes as he abruptly stood up, his erect penis brushing against the table backsplash, causing the dishes on the table to rattle.
"Are you alright?" Yang Yulian paused her dishwashing and asked, turning her head.
"Ah, I'm fine." Old Wang's pent-up confidence immediately deflated by a third. He hurriedly pretended to stack a few plates and carried them towards the kitchen, saying guiltily, "Let me get the plates for you."
"No need! Don't get involved, just leave them there." Yang Yulian wanted to get as far away from him as possible and said hastily, "I've already gotten involved, haha." Old Wang didn't stop and had already entered the kitchen. Because of his extreme nervousness, his tone of voice was a little strange.
A woman's sixth sense is incredibly sharp. Yang Yulian's heart skipped a beat: Oh no, is this old man just drunk and cowardly? "Please, please don't touch me !
" Old Wang, seeing Director Yang remain silent, felt a sense of relief. He mustered his remaining courage, placed the plate he was holding on the edge of the sink, and boldly looked at her face.
Oh no! Old Wang's burning gaze fell upon her, and Yang Yulian's heart raced even more. She frantically waved the dishcloth in her hand, rinsing the bowl in her other hand over and over again. She dared not look at Old Wang, afraid of indirectly provoking his lust, and only forced herself to remain calm, saying, "Alright, you can go now. Remember to be on time for work tomorrow." She considered the last sentence a stroke of genius, subtly highlighting the hierarchical relationship, expecting this old geezer to remember his place and back down. However, Old Wang was already driven by lust. Even if we take a step back, even if it were the usual Old Wang, who couldn't recognize a whole bunch of characters, how could he possibly understand any hidden meaning? So Yang Yulian's words were a complete misinterpretation of her feelings
. "Let me help you wash it." Old Wang was rather clumsy when it came to approaching women. Ignoring Yang Yulian's attempt to get rid of him, he finally managed to squeeze out this sentence and moved closer to her side. His rough hand reached into the sink, seemingly to grab the dishcloth, but his real target was her right hand. Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed her foam-covered palm.
"What are you doing? Get out of here!" Yang Yulian felt like she had been electrocuted and tried to pull her hand away, but Old Wang, who had done manual labor for decades, was incredibly strong. How could she possibly escape? In that instant, Old Wang didn't waste any time. His left arm flashed and wrapped around Yang Yulian's delicate waist, while his hips clamped his erect penis tightly around her hips from the side, completely eliminating any possibility of her breaking free.
"Let me hug you, Director Yang. You're so beautiful. I just want to hug you, okay?" With the soft body in his arms and the intoxicating fragrance, Old Wang was already in a state of mental climax. In that instant, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he uttered the biggest lie that men use to deceive naive young girls—how many girls haven't unwittingly given themselves to men because they believed this lie?
Yang Yulian was a mature woman, not an ignorant naive girl, but unfortunately, she had only ever had one man in her life. Although she had considered having a lover, she had never succeeded. So, she actually believed Old Wang's delaying tactic. Perhaps she thought that Old Wang, an honest and simple commoner, might have sexual desires and the audacity, but it was unlikely that he would risk imprisonment or execution to offend a powerful woman like her. Yang Yulian's heart, which had been shattered by shock, calmed down a little. She composed herself, temporarily ignoring the all-encompassing lewdness Old Wang's position caused her, and after a moment's consideration, she sneered, "Wang Tiegen, just for this move, you're good enough to spend the rest of your life in jail, you know that? Now let me go first!"
"So what if I go to jail? I'm this old, what's there to be afraid of? I'm going to jail anyway, I'll just have my fill of hugging first." Old Wang's face was flushed, looking completely satisfied, utterly unconcerned by Yang Yulian's threat. "Why don't you think about your goddaughter? And Xiao Bao? If you go to jail, how heartbroken will they be?" Yang Yulian almost fainted from Old Wang's carefree words, and quickly tried to persuade him,
"They're not related to me, even if they're heartbroken, it won't last long. Besides, if I go to jail and get executed, the house will go to Xiao Su, right? It won't be bad for her." Old Wang broke through his fear of Director Yang, his mind became lighter, and he answered casually. He didn't mind the fruitless conversation with Director Yang at all. In fact, he was enjoying the current situation. After all, Director Yang was already in his arms. Her soft waist, her plump buttocks, and her full thighs were rubbing against him, giving him a great feeling. He didn't mind prolonging this enjoyment. "You..." Yang Yulian was speechless with anger. His hot, hard penis pressed against the outside of her thigh made it even harder for her to breathe. "I don't care if you're afraid of going to jail. If I yell for help right now, you'll be in the police station immediately. Do you have a brain? Let go of me
now!" "If you wanted to yell, you would have yelled already." Old Wang's simple smile now looked particularly hateful. "Besides, if you wanted to yell, I can still gag you now."
"You!" Yang Yulian suddenly felt that Old Wang's previous simplicity and stupidity were just a pretense. How could he be so eloquent now, completely controlling her? Yes, she didn't want to shout for help; she couldn't bear the humiliation. In fact, she hadn't even considered it in the first place. And if she cried out now—after all this old bastard had already touched her—wouldn't she lose all face and dignity? Besides, even if she got Old Wang arrested, how would she explain everything when her husband came home? How would Old Wang get the chance to be alone with her?
"You've already hugged me, why aren't you letting go? If you let go now and go home, I might not pursue this matter further," Yang Yulian said angrily.
"I want to hug you a little longer."
"How long is 'a little longer'? Let's make it clear first!"
"Half an hour?"
"Dream on! Don't even think about it!"
Old Wang, now enlightened, found Director Yang's slightly annoyed yet charming appearance particularly beautiful and charming. He grinned foolishly, showing his big white teeth, completely oblivious to her hostility. Perhaps Yang Yulian felt that scolding him would only make him more smug, so she simply shut up and turned her head, looking at him coldly until he couldn't laugh anymore and awkwardly closed his mouth.
"Director Yang, I think that if we hug like this, you'll feel good too, so what's this called, mutual benefit, yes, mutual benefit!"
Yang Yulian was furious at Old Wang's twisted logic: I've been taken advantage of by you, what's this called mutual benefit? She gritted her teeth and spat out a few words: "You're talking nonsense! What do I need from you?"
"Last time in the elevator, didn't you... you know...?" Old Wang chuckled.
"You bastard, you dare bring that up again! I should have called the police and had you thrown in jail!" Yang Yulian was mortified and furious, her body burning hot, her eyes reddening, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Don't be angry, sigh, it's all my fault for having such a loose tongue!" Seeing the beauty's tears, even a rough man like Old Wang still retained some of his chivalrous instincts. In his frustration, he ignored the fact that his right hand, which was still covered in foam, was holding Director Yang's soft hand, and slapped himself across the face. Instantly, white foam covered half of his old face, making him look quite comical. Seeing this, the heartbroken Yang Yulian couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Does this make you happy?" Old Wang, without any instruction, imitated King You of Zhou, who famously lit the beacon fires to amuse his concubines, and even smeared the foam on the other half of his face, looking pitifully at Yang Yulian.
Yang Yulian was indeed amused by his foolishness, her tears turning to laughter. Then, her beautiful face hardened, and she said coldly, "Wang Tiegen, I saw how well you took care of Su He and her child, and how you took me to the hospital that night. You were so proper. I trusted you, which is why I invited you to dinner to thank you. How can you betray my trust like this?"
Old Wang was stunned. Director Yang's words, so direct and to the point, truly struck him to the core. If he were truly ruthless, he would have had many opportunities to force Yang Yulian and Su He into submission, but he didn't, and he despised such behavior. Why was he acting so strangely tonight? Was it because he had been drinking? Just because his sexual desire was awakened by Situ Qing, but then he was forced into abstinence for weeks? That's no excuse, isn't that just ridiculous?
"You're right!" Old Wang slumped out of Yang Yulian's arms, raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face, squatted down like a dog, scratching his hair in frustration, getting angry at himself.
Yang Yulian hadn't expected that a few words would resolve her crisis of losing her virginity, and her heart was at peace. Seeing that Old Wang had come to his senses, she felt a warmth in her heart. Although he had taken advantage of her for a long time, she didn't find him hateful anymore. She washed her hands with water and said gently, "Alright, I'll pretend this never happened tonight. It's good that you stopped yourself from going too far."
Seeing that Old Wang was silent for a while, Yang Yulian continued, "Alright, hurry up... " "Go back, are you really going to wait for me to call the police?" The second half of the sentence was already in a joking tone
. Old Wang said in a muffled voice, "Let me squat for a while. It'll be fine in a bit." He wanted to get up and leave, but although he didn't want to have sex anymore, the physical urge hadn't subsided. His dick was still very hard. Walking around the neighborhood like this would cause a big problem.
Yang Yulian turned her pretty face to the side, looking at Old Wang's embarrassed expression. She suddenly understood his thoughts and felt both amused and annoyed: This old geezer, how come his thing is like a teenage boy's, getting hard all the time, and once it's hard, it's hard to go soft?
She covered her mouth, suppressing a laugh, and whispered, "If you want to... you can go to the restroom." She
paused, then continued, "What are you afraid of me seeing? You've been rubbing against me for so long already."
Her words only made Old Wang's penis harder. He looked up at her resentfully, knowing she had a point, and stood up, his crotch bulging, and strode towards the restroom.
"Hey!" Still slightly tipsy, Yang Yulian, thinking of the hardness and heat he had felt against her thigh, suddenly had a thought and called out to him softly. "You got hard just looking at my arm? Am I that beautiful? How do I compare to Situ Qing?"
Old Wang, having given up all pretense of maintaining his image in front of Yang Yulian, simply turned around, his fully engorged and erect penis, pulled up by his crotch, pointed at Yang Yulian like a gun: "Your beauty is different from hers. You're more exciting."
Yang Yulian was overjoyed, a hazy mist rising in her eyes: "If you agree to my conditions, I'll allow you to watch me finish."
Old Wang's penis throbbed, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked impatiently, "What conditions?"
"Don't touch me."
"Okay!" Old Wang's face flushed red, as if afraid Yang Yulian would change her mind. He quickly stripped off all his clothes and threw them haphazardly on the ground. His thick, dark, and shiny penis was freed from its restraints, pointing upwards like a blood-stained scimitar, as if he were launching a punch at Yang Yulian. Then, he expertly began to stroke his penis with his rough right hand. Shockingly, although his hand was thick, it couldn't fully grasp the shaft. The sheer size of this penis was unimaginable, and
Yang Yulian's heart was in turmoil. She had sensed this penis from many angles, but had never actually seen its true form. Although she was over forty and her daughter was grown up, in front of this inhuman penis, she felt as fearful and shy as a virgin seeing such a thing for the first time. Fortunately, she was somewhat intoxicated, so she was much bolder than usual. Besides, she believed that after what had just happened, Old Wang would definitely not force himself on her despite her strong resistance. So, although she was so embarrassed that even her ears turned red, she still tried to remain calm. She even had time to pour herself a glass of red wine, and then leisurely walked into the living room. She sat down on the sofa with ease before glancing at Old Wang, who had followed her.
Hmm... this guy's figure is quite pleasing to the eye. If you don't look at his face, his lower body is comparable to a male model. Although he's a bit short and a bit dark-skinned, that's a minor flaw... Yang Yulian squinted her hazy beautiful eyes and commented in her heart. Old Wang's groping was rather grotesque; his eyes were wide open like a hungry ghost, his mouth was half-open as if drooling, and his face was as red as a dye vat—not much to look at. So Yang Yulian's gaze lingered mostly on his pancake-like chest and clearly defined abs, on his thick, muscular penis with its prominent head, which was barely visible in his hand, and on his strong, muscular legs…
Not bad! Not bad! Better than I expected! Yang Yulian considered herself a judge in a male model competition, calmly savoring the moment. Unaware that her own breathing had become heavy, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and even her private parts were becoming moist and warm…
Wait, why hasn't this bastard come yet? Yang Yulian felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Her eyes shyly avoided Lao Wang's penis, yet couldn't resist drifting towards it with curiosity.
"Hey, don't get so close!" Seeing Lao Wang unconsciously move almost a meter away, Yang Yulian finally couldn't help but cry out,
"Fine, fine, you're my ancestor!" Lao Wang was grimacing from masturbation, his hand aching. He was clearly incredibly excited, but he just could
n't ejaculate, which was very frustrating. "Hey, are you coming or not? If you don't come soon, you might as well go take a cold shower!" Yang Yulian's neck was as red as a freshly cooked shrimp.
"Almost there... or can you help me?"
"You wish! Don't touch me, and I won't touch you either!" Yang Yulian held a wine glass in one hand and rested the other on her crossed, smooth knees. Her straight nose wrinkled slightly. Although she was a beautiful mature woman in her early forties, her charming expression made her look like a fourteen-year-old girl, extremely cute. The most beautiful quality of a mature woman is her natural, unpretentious charm, a blend of the essence of girlhood and womanhood. Although Old Wang lacked experience, he was still stunned by Director Yang's sudden burst of unusual beauty.
"I didn't mean for you to touch me… pull your skirt up a bit, let me see your underwear," Old Wang said gruffly. "Okay," Yang Yulian smiled mischievously, her left hand lifting the hem of her black dress, slowly pulling it up. Her fair, smooth thighs were gradually revealed to Old Wang, making his penis even harder and larger. Unfortunately, with Yang Yulian's legs crossed, he couldn't see a trace of underwear. He was so anxious that the veins on his forehead were about to burst.
"Can't see it? Spread your legs a little wider?"
"What if you get aroused? Wouldn't that be terrible?" Yang Yulian blushed, biting her lower lip and giggling. "No, I swear!"
"Is that so?" Yang Yulian indeed straightened her long legs, which had been crossed, and slightly parted them. She then slowly lifted her skirt towards her thighs. Old Wang, who had been standing, couldn't help but half-squat down, staring intently at the inside of Yang Yulian's snow-white thighs, until he saw the plain, dark blue silk panties, the completely form-fitting design, the slightly raised triangle, the shape of the mons pubis, and the small pool of moisture in the center of the mons pubis...
Old Wang indeed climaxed, but it was only a mental climax. He let out a low growl and involuntarily took another half step forward. If his erect, burning-hot penis had been ten centimeters closer, it would have almost poked Yang Yulian's face. Seeing this terrifying thing throbbing wildly several times, Yang Yulian thought he was about to ejaculate. Her face paled, and she whispered, "Too close! Move away! Don't ejaculate on me!"
"What's the rush?" Old Wang said dejectedly. He thought he'd seen Director Yang's underwear and was excited enough to ejaculate, but he still couldn't. With a sob in his voice, he continued, "Take off your underwear."
"What are you going to do?! Don't forget your swear!" Yang Yulian's heart tightened, her breasts heaving rapidly. She regretted playing with fire.
"Give me your underwear, I'll cover it up and masturbate, that way I can come." Old Wang said with a mournful face
, "Really?" Yang Yulian wasn't sure if Old Wang was just trying to coax her, but then she thought, if this guy really wanted to force himself on her, would he need her cooperation? She should just believe him for now and do as he pleased so he could get lost.
"Turn around first, I'll take it off for you."
Old Wang's penis was already sore from masturbating; he just wanted to finish quickly. Hearing this, he turned his back. Yang Yulian quickly lifted her plump buttocks and pulled off her dark blue silk panties, making sure to cover her thighs with her skirt before handing them to Old Wang. "Hurry up, you pervert!"
Old Wang turned around, grabbed the panties with one hand, and like an addict who had just received heroin, eagerly brought them to his nose and took a deep sniff. He found the scent, with its faint salty and fishy smell and strong feminine fragrance, so intoxicating. Then, he kissed the wet patch hard, and immediately pulled the panties up to his penis. He started stroking her again, twice as fast as before.
"That's insane!" Yang Yulian stared dumbfounded at Lao Wang's actions, her heart pounding, her mind racing, and her body burning with anticipation for something to happen.
"Just one more spark!" Lao Wang suddenly grabbed the hem of Yang Yulian's black dress and abruptly lifted it up. "What are you doing?" Yang Yulian cried out in surprise, her small hands failing to instinctively swat away Lao Wang's sudden attack. She nervously clenched her fists at her sides, and somehow her two smooth, snow-white legs parted slightly, allowing Old Wang, who was half-lying down, a clear view of her soft, dark pubic hair and glistening labia. Especially striking were her beautifully shaped, butterfly-like labia minora, which twitched slightly, their pink color incredibly delicate, no less so than Situ Qing's. Such beauty finally overwhelmed Old Wang; he roared, and thick semen erupted like bullets. Because he was half-lying down and very close, eight out of ten ejaculations landed on Yang Yulian's delicate, flushed face. The powerful force caused her heart to race, her face to turn pale, and she to freeze in shock... The ejaculation lasted nearly thirty seconds. Towards the end, the force weakened, and a few drops of semen sprayed onto her snow-white neck, the high hem of her black sleeveless dress, and even onto her smooth, fair thighs...
"Get out!" Old Wang's huge penis finally subsided, and Yang Yulian finally came to her senses. She didn't even care about the semen flowing down her eyebrows and nose. With a cold face, she raised her hand and slapped Old Wang across the face. She was very unhappy, but whether she was unhappy that Lao Wang hadn't kept his promise and ejaculated on her, or unhappy that he hadn't broken his promise completely, she probably didn't even know. The only thing she knew for sure was that after Lao Wang scrambled to his feet, dressed, and ran away, when she lazily stood up from the sofa, there was a thin puddle on the surface; she sat on the toilet, using all ten fingers, and it took her a full fifteen minutes to soothe her painfully erect clitoris; and when she washed her face, she had unknowingly licked away a considerable amount of the strong, foul-smelling semen that had dripped onto her lips…

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