Carnal desire is the best form of relaxation.

Mingwei had just completed a project, earning the company a large sum of money. His own pocket was also full of his boss's reward. In high spirits, he invited his fiancée, Ninglu, to dinner. At his simple lodgings, they ordered a few dishes, opened a bottle of wine, and drank heartily.

Ninglu accepted the invitation, overjoyed because Mingwei finally had time to spend with her. Moreover, she knew Mingwei's boss was giving him a week-long vacation, and she had already made wonderful plans for the week.

Mingwei and Ninglu ate for a long time, until they were very full. As the night deepened, Mingwei had also drunk his fill. He held Ninglu tightly, trying to force her to drink the last half glass of wine. Ninglu had been restraining herself, drinking slowly. Then, she broke free from Mingwei's embrace, snatched the glass, and poured the entire glass of wine into Mingwei's mouth. Mingwei drank it with a smile, feeling very happy.

Seeing that Mingwei was already quite drunk, Ninglu said, "That's enough, stop drinking, listen to me."

Mingwei said, "What do you want to say? Please say it."

Ninglu said, "From now on, I want you to follow my orders."

Mingwei, slightly tipsy, replied, "Okay."

Ninglu said, "You promised, you can't go back on your word." Saying this, she opened her purse and took out a stack of things. Mingwei looked at them and saw neatly folded white gauze scarves. He asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

Ninglu said, "Just let me do as I say, why worry about so much?"

She unfolded a long strip of gauze scarf, about two meters long, and said to Mingwei, "Please put your hands behind your back."

Mingwei said, "I won't." Ninglu

persisted, shouting, "You just said you'd listen to me, you can't go back on your word." She went behind Mingwei, forcibly pried his arms together, and tightly bound his wrists and arms with the gauze scarf.

Mingwei had drunk too much and couldn't exert any strength, so he had no choice but to let her do as she pleased.

After Ninglu finished tying Mingwei's hands, she insisted on stuffing a small gauze into his mouth, then tied it shut with another gauze.

She laughed, "Now let's see what protests you can voice!" She kissed him, pulled him to his feet, and said, "Let's go."

Mingwei, used to teasing Ninglu, was full of questions but obediently followed her outside. Ninglu helped him put on a trench coat, collar turned up, hood pulled up. The car was parked outside. Ninglu had Mingwei sit in the front passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, locked his door, and drove off. As the

car drove out of the city, Mingwei shifted, as if trying to say something, but only made a few muffled sounds. He turned to look at Ninglu with a questioning gaze. Ninglu smiled, suddenly stopped the car, removed Mingwei's hood, and pulled out another gauze to tightly cover his eyes, pulling the hood down to almost completely obscure his face. She patted his shoulder and laughed, "Don't resist. Today I'm going to be a bully and take you up the mountain."

Mingwei couldn't see anything or speak, and his hands were tightly bound, but it didn't hurt. This state of confinement gave him a novel feeling, a mysterious pleasure. He quieted down, wanting to see what Ninglu was planning.

The car drove for a while and finally stopped. This was a villa that Ninglu had recently bought, located halfway up a small mountain in the suburbs. Because there were few people around, Ninglu didn't usually come here. She only came yesterday to make some preparations; she planned to spend a week here with Mingwei.

The car stopped directly in the underground garage. She activated the automatic system, closed the doors, and turned on the air conditioning. Then she unbuckled Mingwei's seatbelt and helped him out of the car. There was an elevator in the garage, and they went directly to the second floor. The second floor wasn't large, with only a living room of about 30 square meters, a bedroom with a balcony, and a bathroom.

The lights were automatically controlled; as soon as they arrived at the door, the soft lights turned on. Ninglu didn't release Mingwei from his restraints. Removing his trench coat, she half-helped, half-pushed him to sit on the sofa in the living room, saying, "Wait here, I'll be right there." She went into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air.

Mingwei seemed to sober up; he struggled, but his hands were numb from being bound, unable to move an inch, and his eyes and mouth were tightly shut. Ninglu's laughter rang out, "Don't bother, I won't let you go tonight. I'll get my revenge on your usual domineering ways." She approached Mingwei, untied his hands, and stripped off his shirt. While his hands were still immobile, she bound him again. This time, she only tied his wrists in front. Then, pressing him onto the sofa, she stripped him naked, piece by piece. Ninglu pressed her face against his well-developed chest muscles, kissing him several times, letting out a trembling sigh. Then she pulled him up, gently saying, "Come with me, it won't hurt you."

Ninglu led Mingwei into the bathroom, where a large bathtub was filled with steaming hot water. She carefully helped Mingwei into the bathtub, laid him down, and pulled his hands up over his head, securing them to the stainless steel handle at one end of the tub.

The water was warm, soaking his entire body up to his chin. Ninglu had placed a towel under his head; it felt very comfortable. He moved his legs, but couldn't touch Ninglu. Where was she? Mingwei splashed water forcefully, wetting the gauze covering his mouth and eyes. He tried to pull the gauze off his eyes. Suddenly, Ninglu's hand pressed down on him, pushing him back into place, and she leaned over to embrace him. It turned out she had just undressed and stepped into the bathtub.

Ninglu tightly hugged Mingwei's smooth body, entwining around him, scratching at him, biting and nibbling at him, panting, writhing, her passion resonating. Her lips and tongue covered his entire body, her own hair soaked. She held Mingwei tightly, with all her might, suffocating him.

Mingwei was also excited. Though blind, his senses were heightened. He writhed, responding to Ninglu's touch. His head swayed, his chest heaved, and his breathing became rapid.

Ninglu pulled the object from his mouth, lowered her lips for a deep kiss, and forcefully probed with her tongue, entwining it with Mingwei's.

Mingwei became erect. He shifted his position, then thrust his hips forward, penetrating Ninglu's body. Ninglu felt as if struck by lightning, her body trembling and heaving involuntarily.

Mingwei fiercely sucked on Ninglu's tongue, clamping his legs around her, and began to move vigorously. Ninglu gasped for breath, trembling all over, gripping Mingwei's arms tightly. Her screams were swallowed by his deep kisses, turning into low moans.

A cry of ecstasy rolled through Mingwei's throat as he thrust sharply, one thrust after another, becoming increasingly rapid, until suddenly he pressed deep inside, a gush of fluid erupting, striking Ninglu's most sensitive spot. Ninglu convulsed uncontrollably, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gripped Mingwei's shoulders, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy! Ah, a breath seemed to escape from her very core, her entire body going limp.

They remained pressed together, silent for a moment, only the gentle lapping of the hot water.

Mingwei's lips searched for Ninglu's, murmuring, "Can you let me go now?" Ninglu seemed to awaken, looking up at Mingwei's blindfolded eyes, and asked with a smile, "Is this alright? Do you want me to let you go?"

Mingwei moved his wrists, softly saying, "This is fine. But I want to hug you, let go of my hands."

Ninglu said coquettishly, "I said I want to torment you all night."

Mingwei said, "Let me go first, and if you really want, I'll let you tie me up again, okay?"

Ninglu was speechless, so she could only say, "Okay, just let go of your hands." She leaned over Mingwei to untie his hands, but the gauze scarf was tied too tightly, and she couldn't untie it even after a long time. Mingwei's face suddenly touched something soft and elastic. He opened his mouth and took it in; it was Ninglu's breast. He sucked hard, and Ninglu cried out in pain, scolding, "Stop it, or I won't let you go."

Mingwei quickly begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, I won't."

Finally, his hands were freed, and the gauze scarf left red marks on his wrists. Ninglu kissed it tenderly and asked, "Does it hurt?" Mingwei shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little numb."

Like a magician, Mingwei ripped off the blindfold, grabbed Ninglu, and pinned her down. Water splashed up, covering Ninglu's face. She choked, struggled, and screamed. Mingwei lowered his head and held her breath with a long kiss, crossing her wrists above her head, holding them with one hand while vigorously kneading them from top to bottom with the other. He only released her when he thought Ninglu couldn't hold back any longer.

Ninglu, her face flushed, playfully punched Mingwei, laughing and scolding between breaths, "You bad boy! I should have known better than to let you go."

Mingwei chuckled, remaining silent. They helped each other shower, dried themselves, and put on the long nightgowns Ninglu had prepared. They snuggled together and returned to the living room.

The living room was simply yet luxuriously furnished. A thick carpet covered the entire room, and three comfortable, spacious three-seater sofas partially surrounded a sturdy mahogany low coffee table, about 1.5 meters wide and 2 meters long. The French windows were covered by thick curtains, and several landscape oil paintings on the walls were clearly the work of famous artists. In the corner was a small bar, with rows of various shaped bottles and stemmed glasses gleaming enticingly.

Mingwei looked around, asking curiously, "Aren't you watching TV?"

Ninglu smiled, "I don't watch TV here."

Ninglu stood up, walked to the bar, and asked Mingwei, "What would you like to drink?"

"Anything is fine," Mingwei replied.

Ninglu poured a glass of red wine and a glass of orange juice, adding ice. She swirled it and handed the wine to Mingwei.

Mingwei smiled and said, "You drink it, I had too much to drink earlier." He exchanged glasses with Ninglu. They sipped their wine, lounging lazily on the sofa, chatting animatedly.

The room was warm and cozy. Mingwei finished his orange juice and poured himself another. He glanced at the refrigerator, which was full of food and various kinds of ice cream. He looked at Ninglu; she was looking at him, their eyes meeting in a smile. A soft nightgown draped over her voluptuous body, her feet bare, a glimpse of her legs exposed. He was instantly aroused again. He picked up his glass and walked over, asking in a sweet voice, "Aren't you going to show me the bedroom?"

Ninglu finished her wine and smiled, saying, "Let's go."

The bedroom was predominantly white, with a large, bronze-pillared bed, snow-white sheets and blankets, a pile of large, fluffy pillows, and a small bedside table with only a white telephone and a white alarm clock. There were no other windows in the room; a thick, white jacquard curtain separated the balcony outside the French windows. A white dressing table next to the bed had a large mirror and many small drawers. There was a long dressing stool, and a row of white wardrobes against the wall.

In addition, there was a strange, large wooden armchair. A long white scarf was draped over the chair.

Mingwei, already somewhat impatient, placed the cup on the dressing table, hugged Ninglu, and said, "Let's do it again." Before Ninglu could respond, he pushed her onto the bed and pressed himself against her.

They tumbled together passionately again.

Mingwei, remembering his earlier submissive state, was seized by a mischievous impulse. Taking advantage of Ninglu's inattention, he sat on top of her, covered her face with a large pillow, quickly grabbed the belt of her nightgown, and tied Ninglu's hands apart to the brass post at the head of the bed. Ninglu, suffocated by the pillow and Mingwei's body, knew he had ulterior motives but couldn't break free. She struggled desperately, writhing her legs.

Mingwei tightened his grip on Ninglu's hands, straightened up, removed the pillow, and smiled at her, "What? Not over yet?" He got out of bed, picked up another nightgown belt, and ignoring Ninglu's resistance, pulled her straight, spreading her legs and tying them to the brass post at the end of the bed.

Ninglu's body arched, and she gasped, "Let me go! Tonight is mine, you can't go back on your word!" Mingwei smiled and mimicked her words, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Ninglu was about to say something more when Mingwei grabbed a gauze scarf from the chair, wrapped it around her mouth several times, and tightened it, choking her words back into her throat. "I won't let you protest," he said.

Mingwei admired Ninglu's outstretched arms and legs, stroking her soft, undulating body. He picked up a glass and poured orange juice little by little into Ninglu's cleavage, licking it with his tongue and smacking his lips, "So sweet."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he unfolded a nightgown, lifted Ninglu's head, and wrapped it around her, tucking the sleeves over her eyes so she couldn't see anything. All he could hear was his voice, "Wait a minute, there's more good stuff to eat."

A moment later, Ninglu felt something cool. It turned out Mingwei had brought ice cream and smeared it on her high breasts, licking it. He muttered to himself, "Ice on top of snow, pale yellow on the left, emerald green on the right." He then lifted her waist, padded her with several pillows to make her buttocks stand high, and smeared it around her lower body, saying, "This must be pink, lovely pink." He buried his head down, licking and sucking hard after he finished. He even stuck his tongue inside, licking that tender spot.

Ninglu was tormented by him, both laughing and crying. She struggled and twisted, her hands and feet tightly spread apart, powerless.

The ice, combined with his lips and tongue, intensely stimulated Ninglu, and her writhing had transformed from protest into desire.

Mingwei sensed her desire, his hot body pressing down on her, holding her tightly. He whispered in her ear, "I won't let you go. Try making love like this."

He caressed her, the back of his foot rubbing against the sole of her foot, accurately entering her body, moving in and out, rubbing left and right, while simultaneously slapping her, pinching her, pinching her nose, suffocating her.

Ninglu became excited, struggling violently. The binding of her hands and feet brought a strange pleasure to her during the intense struggle, and the tightly bound mouth, silencing her, provided a different kind of pleasure than when Mingwei's kisses silenced her. Being blindfolded made her senses even more acute. Ninglu had never made love like this before. Forced to submit, Mingwei's various movements, his vigorous thrusts, wave after wave, drove her to a frenzy, bringing her to the peak of pleasure! She breathed heavily, whimpered, and writhed wildly, falling into a semi-conscious state.

Ninglu's sexual response excited Mingwei immensely, igniting all his masculine instincts. In the intense lovemaking, he reached a level he had never experienced before! He cried out, moved, and with one last powerful thrust, ejaculated his essence, collapsing onto Ninglu.

They lay motionless, drenched in sweat and exhausted.

After an unknown amount of time, Ninglu awoke to complete darkness, her limbs unresponsive. She then remembered that she was still bound and dazed by Mingwei. She straightened up, waking Mingwei, who was still on top of her.

Mingwei opened his eyes, chuckled, and quickly sat up, removing the nightgown from Ninglu's head and the gauze from her mouth.

He cupped Ninglu's face in his hands, gently rubbed it for a while, kissed it, and said with a smile, "It's alright, not bad." Ninglu's

throat was dry, and she couldn't speak.

Mingwei poured a glass of water and fed Ninglu mouth-to-mouth. After drinking a few sips, Ninglu turned her head away and said reproachfully, "Aren't you going to let me go, you bad boy?"

Mingwei stood by the bed, examining Ninglu's outstretched limbs, and smiled, "You're like a blooming flower right now, I really don't want to let you go, you're so beautiful." Seeing Ninglu's glare, he quickly added, "Okay, okay, I'll let you go right away."

He pounced on Ninglu, kissed her again, and then slowly untied her legs, holding them in his arms, rubbing and kissing them. His kisses and touches made Ninglu feel itchy and numb; she wanted to pull away but couldn't, and Mingwei held her tightly. A warm current surged from the soles of her feet, Ninglu's breathing became rapid again, and her body began to writhe. As if in response, Mingwei also became excited. He lifted her legs and delved deeper to find that secret place of ecstasy. Overwhelming waves of desire brought them into a state of perfect unity once more. Only

when they were satisfied did Mingwei release Ninglu.

They took another shower, Ninglu changed the sheets, and they snuggled together, whispering softly for a while before drifting into a sweet dream.

When Mingwei woke up, Ninglu was not beside him. He put on his pajamas and went to the bathroom. He heard Ninglu's cheerful voice: "Good morning! Are you up? Breakfast will be ready soon."

Mingwei finished showering, feeling refreshed. Ninglu had already placed his breakfast on the table. Two perfectly cooked golden-yellow fried eggs, four slices of toast with jam and butter, a large glass of hot milk, and a bunch of bananas, Mingwei's favorite. Ninglu looked at him with a smile and asked, "Is that enough? Is there anything else?"

Mingwei was hungry and wolfed down his food, nodding, then shaking his head, and smiling at Ninglu.

Ninglu deliberately asked, "More? Not enough?"

Mingwei shook his head vigorously as he ate. "Not enough?" Ninglu pressed again.

Mingwei finally swallowed what was in his mouth and said loudly, "That's enough, you know how much I can eat." Then he hurriedly drank his milk.

Ninglu smiled happily and peeled a banana for him. Mingwei reached for it, but Ninglu pulled her hand back, saying,

"Eat after your meal, otherwise it'll upset your stomach."

Only after Mingwei finished his egg, toast, and milk did Ninglu give him the banana. She then cleaned up the dishes and put them in the kitchen sink.

Mingwei finished the banana in two bites and followed her to the kitchen, saying, "I'll wash them, you rest for a while."

Ninglu made way for him and talked to him.

Back in the living room, Ninglu drew back the curtains, and sunlight streamed in at an angle, swaying the green trees outside the French windows, creating a picturesque scene. Mingwei looked at Ninglu; she wore a white dress, her freshly washed hair casually tied in a high bun, smiling at him, radiating vitality and charm. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her face and the back of her neck, his heart filled with tender love.

Mingwei asked in a low voice, "Take off your clothes, let me see, okay?"

Ninglu blushed and said, "I won't take them off."

"Why?"

"Hmm... It's broad daylight, it's not nice, it looks bad." Ninglu twisted her body.

"I want them to look good." Mingwei insisted.

"No."

"I want to see." Mingwei insisted again.

"I don't want to see."

Mingwei smiled and said, "We have a way to solve this problem."

Ninglu looked at him suspiciously, waiting for him to continue.

Mingwei said calmly, "1. I asked you to take off your clothes, but you didn't, right?" Ninglu nodded.

"2. I think they look good, but you think they look bad, right?" Ninglu nodded again. "3. I want to see, but you don't want to see, right?" Ninglu thought for a moment and nodded again. Mingwei smiled

smugly and asked again, "These three points, do you agree? Don't just nod, speak."

Ninglu thought for a moment, didn't think there was anything wrong, and said softly, "Yes."

“Haha, I’ll solve this problem,” Mingwei said. “First, if you don’t take off your clothes, I’ll help you take them off; it won’t count as you taking them off. Second, if I think they look good, I’ll look; if you don’t, you don’t have to look. Isn’t that fine?”

Ninglu didn’t understand what he meant and asked, “What do you mean, you can look or I can’t?”

Mingwei went into the bedroom, took out a gauze scarf, then hugged her, pressed her down to sit on the floor, and wrapped her arms and body between his legs. He held her head and said, “I’ll blindfold you and help you take off your clothes. Problem solved.”

Ninglu twisted her body and said, “It’s not like that.”

Mingwei tightened his legs and held her head firmly with both hands, preventing her from escaping. He pretended to be angry and said, “Don’t be unreasonable. Listen to me!” Then he pleaded softly, “Let me see, just this once, okay?”

Ninglu reluctantly agreed and said, “Okay, just for a moment.”

Mingwei gently but firmly blindfolded her, helped her up, slowly took off her clothes, and pulled her into the sunlight.

Golden sunlight bathed Ninglu's entire body, her alabaster skin shimmering with a soft glow. Mingwei guided her hands, slowly turning her around, deeply captivated by her beauty. After a long while, he couldn't help but exclaim, "God truly creates miracles!"

Ninglu could feel Mingwei's burning gaze even without looking. She basked in the sunlight, and also in Mingwei's deep love. Though somewhat shy, Ninglu obediently let him do as he pleased. Leaning against Mingwei, she placed her hands above her head, like a statue, radiating mature feminine perfection. A surge of love coursed through Mingwei's body. He gazed at Ninglu, caressed her, and trembled slightly. Suddenly, he took off his clothes, tightly embracing Ninglu, pressing his body against hers. He was sincerely grateful to God for bestowing such a wonderful woman upon him.

The intense sensation made Ninglu's legs weak, and she couldn't stand. Mingwei laid her down on the coffee table. The dark red coffee table perfectly accentuated Ninglu's fair and full figure. Mingwei couldn't help but kiss her passionately, from her face to her toes, every inch of her body.

Ninglu's desire was aroused; she responded to Mingwei's kisses, exploring and yearning for his touch and depth. Low breaths escaped from her lungs as she embraced him, entwining herself around him, pressing him forcefully against her, her fingernails digging into his flesh.

They rolled and entangled on the coffee table, finally merging together, exploding in their deepest love.

Mingwei got up, carried the limp Ninglu to the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and crawled in, embracing her tightly, constantly caressing and kissing her, wishing he could melt her into his own body.

Ninglu was like a drunkard, her limbs floating, every cell sucking in Mingwei's tenderness and affection. She was truly intoxicated, drunk in the love she yearned for, drunk in the chaotic and frenzied desire.

[The End]

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