[Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 21

Chapter 6

Oh dear! It's so hot, like being in a steamer. What happened? I need to get up and see. What's going on? Why can't I open my eyes? What's blocking my eyes? Try, try to open my eyes! Okay, a little light! Try harder, the light is even brighter!

I find myself lying in a hospital bed. The room is filled with flowers, and banners filled with blessings hang on the white walls: "The spirit of 'Silly Brother Niu' Lei Feng will forever inspire us," "Learn from the outstanding young man, the hero who saved lives, Da Niu," "Learn from the good young man Da Niu, wishing Da Niu a speedy recovery in autumn," and other banners and appeals.

The television was broadcasting a speech by the mayor, who was also Erbao's father: "...Comrade Da Niu's spirit of selflessly saving lives and bravely fighting against criminals...is a model for contemporary youth...His heroic deeds deeply inspire us. In order to establish a new socialist moral ethos of putting others before oneself, acting bravely for a just cause, and making selfless contributions throughout the city, to comprehensively promote socialist economic, political, and cultural construction, and to accelerate the pace of building a harmonious society..."

My memories of the past were becoming hazy...

I've always been in good health, never been to the hospital, and even a minor headache or fever would be fine after taking a couple of pills.

Now, I feel dizzy, my thinking is sluggish, my limbs are weak, I feel restless, and I feel like my whole body is bursting with energy, as if it can't contain it all, yet I just can't muster the strength.

After news of my act of bravery spread, it caused a huge stir. People spontaneously came to the hospital to comfort me, and even many unfamiliar girls expressed their affection for me.

During my hospitalization, the mayor visited me every few days, but each time he came to my room, his gaze wasn't on me; instead, he showed unusual affection for Juanzi and even asked her to become his godfather.

Juanzi, unable to resist the mayor's repeated kindness, agreed.

Erbao's secret of being married was also exposed. The mayor's backer, Erbao's father-in-law, also learned of Erbao's philandering and was furious with Erbao and his father. Erbao dared not act recklessly anymore, becoming much more restrained, and sincerely expressed his intention to live a quiet life with his father-in-law's daughter. Therefore, he temporarily gave up on Juanzi's advances.

Through recent events, Juanzi seemed to have a sudden realization, becoming calmer, more mature, and more rational, her cunning personality gradually taking shape. The house, money, and other valuables Erbao had given her before were naturally the tacit agreement that she would no longer expose his and his mayor father's secrets. Besides, those things were nothing to Erbao and his father; they didn't care at all. ...

During my five months in the hospital, from my coma to my awakening, and now, my space has been filled with Juanzi's busy presence. My injuries have basically healed.

Upon discharge, the attending physician told me, "Because your brain was severely damaged by the bullet, it caused cortical disorder, and this disorder directly led to erectile dysfunction."

I was stunned, frozen in place. Juanzi was already sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

"However,"

the doctor continued, "your condition isn't purely erectile dysfunction, but rather intermittent erectile dysfunction."

"Doctor, what does intermittent erectile dysfunction mean?"

Juanzi asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

The doctor continued, "Intermittent erectile dysfunction is characterized by the ability to achieve normal erections without sexual intercourse, during sleep, and even upon stimulation, but the erection disappears or only briefly occurs when preparing for or beginning intercourse. This type of erectile dysfunction is clearly not caused by an organic lesion, but rather by a functional disorder. This type of intermittent erectile dysfunction is potentially recoverable, so the patient needs his wife's careful care. During your sexual activity, especially as the wife, you should try your best to stimulate your husband's penis. More importantly, you should inspire, guide, and stimulate him mentally, and also..."

As he spoke, the doctor looked at Juanzi.

At this moment, Juanzi, her face flushed with shyness, buried her head deeply in her chest.

I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and quickly explained, "Doctor, I'm not so lucky. She's not my wife, she's..."

The doctor looked at me suspiciously, then at Juanzi, "Oh? No... I thought..."

Then he said seriously, "Our hospital has done everything we can. For someone like you, it's already a miracle you've recovered this much. Don't be pessimistic; there are many cases of complete recovery from this kind of intermittent erectile dysfunction."

After the doctor disappeared through the door, Juanzi, who could no longer hold back her tears, let them fall like broken pearls from the corners of her eyes. I understood her tears; sympathy far outweighed sadness. After a brief ,

awkward silence, Juanzi bit her lower lip tightly, as if she had made up her mind, and then said resolutely, "Da Niu, Da Niu, you saved me. I have nothing to repay you with, so I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"

"What? What? What? No, I'm not good enough for you, it's too unfair to you. Absolutely not!"

Although I was overjoyed and a thousand times willing, it was just a beautiful, unattainable dream; I wasn't mentally prepared.

Juanzi blushed, her nervousness and shyness making her somewhat incoherent. She said, "It's my own choice. I... I'm willing to serve you for the rest of my life."

"That still won't work. Will you be happy marrying me? Besides, my illness..."

I said nervously.

"Brother Da Niu, do you think I'm unclean?"

Juanzi was almost crying. She continued, "Brother Da Niu, you're a good person. You're honest, kind, and kind-hearted. Recent events have finally made me realize I've found the man I can entrust my life to—someone like you. Besides, you risked your own safety to save me, which is why you're in this state… I want to repay you! No! I truly love you."

Juanzi said firmly.

This reminded me of a saying: "Men subconsciously let their emotions guide a woman's hopes, but let the path lead her beyond her expectations. Love that never makes a woman feel insecure isn't true love."

I now realize my mistake was my own lack of self-confidence.

Shortly after being discharged from the hospital, my heroic act inadvertently advertised for the factory, bringing business opportunities to its struggling economy. Many powerful domestic and multinational companies sought to collaborate on projects with the factory, and I was appointed director of the factory's investment promotion office, leveraging my "celebrity effect." At the same time, Juanzi and I quickly got married. The four great joys of life are "rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and passing the imperial examination." I experienced two of these, truly a double celebration.

At the insistence of my uncle, the mayor, who was also Juanzi's godfather, the wedding night was held in one of the rooms on the third floor of the mayor's villa. Since it was already the dead of winter, and the heating in Juanzi's three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment wasn't finished yet, we didn't refuse any further. ...

The bright red candles illuminated the bridal chamber with a festive glow, but they couldn't dispel Juanzi's anxious heart.

Juanzi lowered her head, helplessly twisting her fingers. She was truly terrified of this moment, though she tried to ignore it. Was it because of her "innate" fear of sex, or because I, the groom, would look down on her for not being a virgin, and thus naturally despise her? That humiliating night, so unbearable to recall, I was innocent and helpless...

My beloved bride was inside the bridal chamber, while I, the groom, hesitated outside.

At the wedding, everyone said I, Da Niu, was very happy, but I only felt fear. Marrying the stunningly beautiful Juanzi only highlighted my own inadequacy... I unconsciously touched my unworthy "little brother," though I was already used to my helplessness. Remembering how Er Bao had even dared to mock me in public, my heart sank with trepidation.

Regardless, she was now mine; I should help her accept reality sooner rather than later. Perhaps tonight, heaven would be merciful and restore my manhood...

The more I tried to please this seemingly angelic bride, the more anxious I became, and the more counterproductive it all seemed.

"What's wrong with me? Ugh, forget it, forget it, I'm not coming anymore..."

I muttered to myself, like a child who had done something wrong, too ashamed to look at her.

My mood was terrible, utterly disappointed. The bride, Juanzi, was very kind and considerate, comforting me by saying that as long as I was satisfied and stimulated, it would be her greatest joy. She repeatedly said she didn't care about orgasms or pleasure; what mattered was the feeling.

My long-awaited wedding night ended in helplessness, shame, anger, sighs, resentment, and disappointment. ...

After the setback of my wedding night, my sexual function deteriorated further. In the following days, I experienced premature ejaculation or impotence more and more frequently, becoming utterly despondent. My remaining self-esteem and confidence were severely damaged. Seeing my worried expression, kind Juanzi didn't blame or resent me. She believed my secondary erectile dysfunction was entirely her fault, so she loved and cared for me even more, letting me make all the decisions and showering me with tenderness and meticulous attention. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

) Honeymoons are sweet and blissful. But my honeymoon was sorrowful and painful. Understanding Juanzi, on a clear night after our wedding, took me to a beautiful riverbank. We held hands, watching fireflies flitting among the wild grass, stars twinkling on the mirror-like river. Juanzi nestled against my chest, and all worldly troubles vanished.

I asked myself, what more could I ask for? I often comforted myself, telling myself I had all the happiness in the world, and that orgasm was just an unattainable paradise, a realm beyond the reach of mortals like us. I didn't need to be sad about it. But deep down, there was still a faint sense of melancholy, a touch of loss…

Erbao's dad, Juanzi's godfather, cared deeply for his lovely goddaughter, showing her warmth and kindness. Juanzi was often amused by her humorous godfather, laughing heartily, while I, the steady, introverted, and not-so-talkative one, just chuckled along. After finishing our coffee, Juanzi and I went upstairs to sleep, unaware of the strange expression on Erbao's dad's face as he watched us go.

That night, Juanzi and I both fell into a deep sleep, drifting off to sleep in a hazy dream…

In my dream, I seemed to hear—"Da Niu? Juanzi? Goddaughter?" Several deep, familiar voices echoed in our newlywed bedroom.

Juanzi seemed to dream—her godfather walked to the bedside, lifted the blanket, and gazed down at her naked body.

In her dream, she seemed to hear—"Hehe, it seems the drug has taken effect." That voice.

Juanzi seemed to dream—she was filled with shame and anger, opened her mouth to scream, but she didn't even have the strength to call out, only able to let out a mournful sigh.

In her dream, she seemed to hear—"That stupid bastard Da Niu doesn't cherish his new wife, he can't even bring happiness to his bride, what a pity, godfather is here today to make up for his lack of happiness in this new marriage." It was still that voice.

Juanzi dream—she was anxious and confused, yet powerless to resist.

In her dream, she seemed to hear again—"Ah, I didn't realize breasts, nipples were so high and beautiful." Juanzi seemed to feel—her new husband was beside her, and she was terrified, resisting even more fiercely.

She seemed to hear again—"Ah!" "These breasts are the most beautiful I've ever seen, truly a masterpiece of God!" she exclaimed, clicking her tongue in admiration.

In her dream, Juanzi felt a pair of hands covering her delicate, high breasts, caressing them incessantly. At that moment, she was filled with grief and indignation, wanting only to cry out for help, but no sound came out.

I seemed to hear—"...Ugh...No..." Juanzi let out a weak sob.

In her dream, Juanzi felt—under those kneading hands, her struggles weakened, her eyes closed, her body limp, almost fainting from shame. She felt waves of unbearable itching and pain in her breasts and nipples, which were being roughly played with. The terrible memory of being cruelly raped by Erbao immediately resurfaced, and she trembled with panic, sobbing and wailing incessantly.

I seemed to hear—"Ugh...no...ugh..." painful groans. Juanzi felt in her dream—her face burning hot, the shame of being raped surging through her body again. She felt her body was about to lose control, and her lower body began to heat up. She tried desperately to suppress this feeling of humiliation, desperately letting out mournful and desperate groans and sobs.

I seemed to hear again—"Ugh...ah...ugh..." uncontrollable sobs.

Juanzi felt in her dream—those hands continued to vigorously knead her breasts, while her tender flesh was violated by fingers.

I seemed to hear in my dream—the liquid swirling with fingers, making a "squeaking" sound, accompanied by suppressed groans of "ugh...ugh..."

Juanzi shook her head desperately in her sleep, feeling extremely ashamed of the changes in her body.

I saw in my dream—"Ah...this girl is already wet down there!" A cry of surprise.

In her dream, Juanzi seemed to see—a middle-aged man who looked like her godfather, taking advantage of her, panting as he spread her pink legs and brought his ugly face close to hers.

In her dream, she also seemed to hear—"Don't be afraid, godfather will make you feel like you're dying of pleasure in a moment!"—a lewd voice.

Juanzi vaguely felt—her whole body went limp, and she couldn't resist at all.

In her dream, she heard again—"Let me see, ah, this little hole is so tight, I can't see what color it is." Juanzi, as if in a dream, felt ashamed and indignant, unable to believe that her body was being wantonly played with by another man in the bridal chamber. Then, something even more distressing happened; she felt fingers fiddling with her genitals, and the hot breath from his mouth kept blowing on her tender and sensitive vulva. She couldn't help but shudder, and a familiar yet strange tingling sensation surged from her lower abdomen and spread to her limbs.

In my dream, I seemed to hear a "whoosh...whoosh..." sound, so I blew a few breaths into it, and then a hot tongue, like a venomous snake, snaked out and licked and teased the tightly closed slit of flesh.

Juanzi felt the warm breath blowing onto her tender, sensitive vulva, and then she felt what seemed like a hot tongue pressing against the tightly closed slit of flesh, licking and teasing. She wanted to scream out loud, but could only let out pitiful moans from her throat.

In my dream, I vaguely heard Juanzi's voice mixed with a heavy male voice—"Hmm...ah, hmm...", "Ah! So fragrant, so delicious!" In her dream, Juanzi felt that annoying tongue moving back and forth on her clitoris and vulva. Soon, he felt the burning heat of her tongue intensifying, parting her labia and probing into her vaginal walls, teasing her sensitive clitoris, and even gently biting her petal-like labia with his teeth. She felt a pleasure she had never experienced before, struggling to move her body, feeling as if she couldn't control herself. At that moment, she just wanted to cry out to relieve her unbearable discomfort.

In my dream, I seemed to hear Juanzi's wanton moans—"Ah... um... um..." Juanzi felt—her face flushed, her starry eyes half-closed, her chest heaving rapidly, her high breasts growing increasingly swollen, her nipples harder and harder.

I seemed to hear that deep, rough voice again—"Is it very enjoyable? I'll take good care of you later!

I'll awaken this fool's sexual desire." Juanzi vaguely felt—her soft body was intimately pressed against this man who wasn't the groom, in an awkward position. She shyly tried to get up, but in her panic, her vulva pressed even closer to the man's face. The rubbing and contact created a strange situation that made her blush and her heart race.

In my dream, I heard the sound of kissing wet flesh, a soft, smacking sound.

Juanzi felt an emptiness surging within her, a agonizing, intoxicating sensation, a crawling, worm-like feeling that rendered her immobile. She felt a surge of heat welling up from deep within her vagina.

In my dream, I heard again the sound of sucking, like a whale drawing water, a soft, smacking sound. Then I heard, "Hehe...

the juices have finally been sucked out? That's enough, I'll give you pleasure now!" Juanzi seemed to see a man who looked familiar. She saw him lift himself up, and vaguely saw that his lips were clearly coated with a glistening, slightly sticky liquid.

In my dream, I felt my penis erect, standing tall.

Juanzi felt her mouth dry, her vagina unbearably itchy, yearning for a rod-like body to enter.

Suddenly, in my dream, I clearly heard the bride let out a long, sorrowful sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders—"Ooh..." Just as Juanzi felt her heart racing and her breath coming in short gasps, a warm, fleshy penis broke through her tender labia and squeezed into her vagina. Juanzi immediately felt an indescribable sensation! She felt both desire and pleasure, yet also loss and sorrow; she abruptly threw her head back, letting out a sharp, indistinct cry of pain! She vaguely felt herself being violated and assaulted again, and vaguely felt herself next to the groom in the bridal chamber, which filled her with immense despair and sorrow.

In my dream, I heard again the alluring, heavy breathing mixed with cries of "Ooh... Ah..." My own penis throbbed, feeling very pleasurable and enjoyable.

I vaguely heard the sounds of "slap slap... splat... splat..." as my penis moved in and out of her vagina, producing a series of lewd and beautiful sounds of intercourse. And so, in my dream, I involuntarily stroked my erect penis back and forth.

Juanzi felt her entire body was beyond her control, her upper body arching upwards. She couldn't control her consciousness; all her muscles tensed, her vaginal walls contracted, and a strange heat surged from her feet to her head, bringing a strange pleasure.

"Ugh...ahh..." As I vaguely heard Juanzi's cries of pain, I felt a pang of pity mixed with a strange, stimulating pleasure. I quickened my stroking, approaching an uncontrollable state of ecstasy.

In my dream, I vaguely heard her increasingly rapid, labored breathing, her moans growing more urgent. The trembling moans and gasps continued...

Juanzi felt her eyes begin to glaze over, her cheeks flush, and she arched her upper body, thrusting her genitals upwards. She felt a warm liquid shoot into her vagina, and a tingling sensation ran through the muscles of her vaginal walls. Her hands, which had been flailing wildly in the air, suddenly grabbed the arms beside her body, digging her nails deep into the unfamiliar flesh, reaching an uncontrollable state of pleasure. She had climaxed! This was the first orgasm she had ever experienced.

In my dream, I, too, released a large amount of semen into the air with a series of heavy breaths and moans, leaving white, sticky stains on the walls and sheets...

In my dream, I seemed to hear the waves of sound gradually fading away...

In the morning, after waking up, I still felt dizzy and lightheaded, vaguely recalling the fragmented beautiful dream and the strange sounds within it. In her dream, she heard Juanzi and another man... Then, ugh! How shameless of her! She must have had a wet dream; it's best not to tell her this secret.

Juanzi opened her eyes briefly and then closed them again. Her head was lowered, her eyelids slightly closed, and a delicate blush appeared on her beautiful face. She shamefully relived the pleasure of her dream, blaming herself for having sex in her dream.

Suddenly, her observant brow furrowed, and she vaguely sensed that last night's dream was somewhat strange. She quickly got up and found that her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid, and the sheets beneath her were already soaked. She couldn't help but shudder. Turning her head, she saw a few strands of white, sticky fluid remaining on the glans of the newlywed's penis. She also saw the stains on his thighs, calves, the sheets, and the wall in the distance, and she became puzzled again.

Could it be Brother Da Niu? Why did she feel like it was another man in her dream? If so... she should wait for him to speak first, just in case... that wouldn't be good.

Neither the bride nor the groom revealed the secret of their dream to each other.

The next day, at Juanzi's insistence, and despite her godfather's repeated attempts to persuade us to stay, Juanzi and I moved back to our still unheated three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Chapter 7:

Shortly after the wedding, the factory allocated me a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment of about sixty square meters. Although it wasn't large, I felt very comfortable and at ease. Despite my poverty, I was determined not to use anything Juanzi had obtained through her sacred chastity. The gentle Juanzi understood me and quickly adapted to the simple living conditions.

My beautiful Juanzi and I lived a simple life, but we felt warm and loving. I commuted to work every day by bicycle, and every time she heard my bicycle bell, she would rush to the door to greet me. Whenever I rushed home in the freezing cold, she would warm my icy hands. Whenever she ate the food I cooked and praised it highly, I felt an indescribable joy.

Since my last ejaculation during my honeymoon, my intermittent erectile dysfunction has miraculously disappeared.

Juanzi, however, behaves like a virgin on our first night, maintaining a virginal reserve and shyness. She never initiates sex; my pleasure seems to be her duty in our sexual encounters, making her appear submissive. This submissiveness sometimes leaves me unsure whether she's willing or enduring, happy or suffering.

Having such a beautiful woman, I can't bear to neglect her; I wish I could ride her every day and plow her every night. However, I can only arouse myself and achieve an erection through fantasies of sexual violence (like in the prologue). Whenever she blushes, moans softly, and is unable to stop, I can't help but ejaculate.

After several days of continuous sexual activity, my once robust body couldn't keep up. My intermittent erectile dysfunction, which had previously subsided, returned, leaving me unable to maintain an erection for long. Was it truly a case of "a beautiful wife shortening one's lifespan"?

Medically speaking, under the influence of Eastern cultural traditions, most traditional women, unable to achieve sexual satisfaction and release, often fail to experience pleasure and orgasm, naturally leading to boredom and disinterest in sex. They may express this through irritability, anger, or even becoming withdrawn and melancholic. Women who cannot achieve sexual satisfaction or orgasm face physical and mental harm. In

such circumstances, family life is unlikely to be fulfilling or happy.

Not long after, Juanzi's personality became somewhat irritable, and she gradually grew weary of this mundane life. Therefore, she took advantage of the street-facing location of her three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment and opened a law firm. She planned to use her professional knowledge, diligence, and perseverance to change her destiny.

Subsequently, relying on her wit and beauty, Juanzi successfully defended and represented clients in several difficult criminal and civil cases, earning praise from both the clients and the judicial authorities, and gaining a small reputation in the city's legal community. Many people sought her out, entrusting her with their cases. Because she provided free legal services to laid-off workers and low-income individuals, her profits weren't great, barely enough to cover daily expenses.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and spring had arrived again.

Juanzi's law firm celebrated its first anniversary, and she, brimming with confidence, was giving a speech to the guests at the anniversary celebration.

At this moment, Juanzi exuded even more mature charm—her long, straight hair flowed exceptionally gracefully. Her oval face, smooth forehead, and straight nose radiated confidence. Her beautifully curved, soft lips and pointed, rounded, distinctive chin added infinite allure to her already striking, cool beauty.

Her full, pale red lips smiled alluringly; her long, thick, dark eyelashes accentuated the clear, captivating allure of her bright, watery eyes. Her small mouth was slightly upturned, and her oval chin highlighted the rounded lines of her face. Her skin was fair, with a hint of pink, delicate and smooth, as tender as a baby's.

The neckline of her women's business suit was a deep V-shape, just covering her light yellow bra, revealing a suggestive cleavage. Her breasts, while not exceptionally full, were firm and exquisite, stretched taut by her blouse as if they might burst at any moment, fueling endless fantasies. Her legs were long and shapely. Her waist was slender, barely a handful.

Her hips were round and elastic, slightly upturned, further emphasizing the graceful S-curve of her back. Her delicate toes curled slightly, her alluring figure creating ripples with every step, inspiring endless fantasies.

She was elegant yet sexy, lively yet composed, strong yet gentle, agile yet reserved, pretty yet refined, and cool yet alluring; her extraordinary and elegant temperament captivated everyone present.

Looking at the greedy and lustful eyes of the men present, I felt both proud and somewhat worried.

Humans are inherently drawn to beauty, like flies drawn to filth—it's instinct! Marrying a stunningly beautiful woman is, I believe, an unfulfilled dream for every normal man. To marry a beautiful woman, at least two conditions must be met: wealth to support her and power to protect her. And one must be mentally prepared: first, while men choose beautiful women, beautiful women also choose men with more money and power; second, men who marry beautiful women sometimes cannot protect either the woman or themselves. I belonged to the latter.

Two months later, something unexpected happened.

In an effort to quickly turn a profit, the factory spared no expense in raising funds. Under repeated demands and coercion from the factory manager, I was forced to transfer 20 million yuan of special funds intended for attracting investment to the factory's financial accounts. Due to the factory's lack of a comprehensive plan, this huge sum was wasted on other financial deficits. The matter was quickly exposed, and the anti-corruption bureau of the procuratorate opened a case against me for embezzlement.

I was placed under investigation.

Upon hearing the news, Juanzi rushed to the anti-corruption bureau, only to be told she couldn't meet with me.

Juanzi calmly and solemnly retorted, "Being under investigation doesn't make you a suspect. What legal provision allows for the restriction of personal freedom? My husband must return tonight, or I will sue you."

On the way home, seeing my distressed and dejected appearance, Juanzi naturally felt very sorry for me.

"Wife, actually I..."

I tried to explain.

"Stop talking, I've figured out the reason."

She interrupted me, then said angrily, "You don't even qualify for embezzlement. To achieve his nefarious secret, you resorted to such despicable means, you're inhuman!"

"Him? Who is he?"

I asked, completely bewildered.

"The sacred law is worthless in some people's eyes,"

Juanzi continued indignantly, "They rely on the power given to them by the people, creating pretexts to do whatever they want..."

Listening to my lawyer wife's impassioned speech, a sense of pride welled up within me.

"I'll confront him face-to-face tomorrow. Don't worry, with me here, you won't be harmed,"

Juanzi reassured me.

Beautiful women are undoubtedly always associated with money and power, and with misfortune and misfortune. To marry a beautiful woman, at least two conditions must be met: you must have the money to support her and the power to protect her. But my beautiful wife earns more than me, and my lawyer wife can protect me.

The next day, in the office of the deputy director of the anti-corruption bureau of the procuratorate, Erbao was overjoyed to see Juanzi finally come to him. He hurriedly poured water and served tea, showering her with compliments, saying, "You're becoming more and more beautiful and charming, more and more radiant and outstanding."

Juanzi completely ignored the man she loathed.

After reading her husband's case materials, she felt dizzy and collapsed into a chair.

"Da Niu's criminal evidence is conclusive. According to Article ** of the Criminal Law, Da Niu will be sentenced to fifteen years in prison. You're a lawyer, you should know that,"

Erbao said. "Of course, Da Niu's crime is also a very painful thing for me. I really want to help him, but the law is merciless."

Although Erbao spoke calmly and empathetically, Juanzi's ears were ringing, and she could only vaguely hear him.

At this moment, the image of Da Niu being taken to a labor camp flashed through her mind.

"However, this isn't without a solution,"

Erbao paused for a moment, then continued, "If I risk burning Da Niu's case materials, and then have the subordinates..."

"Is there really any chance of salvaging the situation?"

Juanzi asked anxiously.

"It's not impossible, but it depends on whether it's worth the risk,"

Erbao said, casting his net step by step.

"You should help Da Niu! Da Niu has risked his life for you and your family several times. Besides, you and Da Niu grew up together, you two..."

Juanzi said excitedly.

"No! I can't tolerate anyone taking the woman I love. If it weren't for him, you might still be my woman now."

Erbao finally revealed his sinister side.

Juanzi looked up, staring at Erbao's shameless face, stunned in her chair.

"Juanzi, as long as you come back to my side, everything will be easy. Da Niu's case is a trivial matter. Your sister-in-law went abroad with Mom and Dad. Just spend one night with me, I've missed you so much..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Juanzi, who was still frozen in her chair.

"Slap..."

Juanzi slapped him across the face, angrily saying, "Shameless, despicable! I won't agree to this."

She then walked towards the door.

"If you don't show up at my house tonight, I'll take Da Niu into custody tomorrow. Humph! The choice is yours."

Erbao threatened, rubbing his aching cheek.

Juanzi hesitated for a moment, then slammed the door and left.

That evening, as I restlessly smoked cigarette after cigarette at home, Juanzi entered, looking troubled.

From her pale face, I could tell something was serious, so I didn't ask her what had happened.

We both remained silent.

After a long while, Juanzi stood up solemnly, wrapped her arms around my head, and kissed me passionately,

saying tenderly, "Brother Da Niu, I love you!" Tears streamed down her face.

Seeing Juanzi sobbing against my chest, I didn't know what to do. I hated myself for being so useless, for causing her so much trouble, for making my beloved wife so afraid. I said firmly, "It's alright, don't worry."

Juanzi, fighting back tears, looked up at me and said, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright. Honey, there's a case going to trial the day after tomorrow, and the case file needs to be reorganized. I'll be staying at the firm for the next couple of days and probably won't be coming back. You stay home alone and don't go anywhere or overthink things. I'll figure something out for you after I finish this case. Listen to me!"

"Go ahead, I'm fine. Don't let it affect your trial."

I didn't notice that something was wrong with her expression.

The next day, terrified, I had no choice but to stay home obediently as my wife had instructed.

As evening fell, I was gripped by the fear of being "double-regulated" (a form of internal party discipline). My mind remained unsettled for a long time, and I desperately wanted to numb my brain with a shot of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) to force myself to stop thinking about those troubling things.

After searching for a while and finding no liquor in the cabinet, I decided to go to the community store to buy some. The moment the door closed,

I realized I had locked myself inside. Frustrated, I ran to a public phone booth to call Juanzi's law firm, but no one answered. Sensing something was wrong, I hailed a taxi and rushed to her office, only to find the windows completely dark.

I ran straight to the door and knocked loudly, but still no one answered. Even the most dim-witted person would have sensed something was amiss. A sense of foreboding made me collapse at the door…

In the morning, the law firm staff arrived one after another, surprised to see my disheveled state.

I explained that I had just returned from a business trip and didn't have my keys to get home, asking if they knew where my wife was. They told me they hadn't seen Juanzi for two days and that they hadn't had any business lately...

I stammered as I went to Juanzi's desk drawer, took the spare house key, and left.

The weather was hot, but my heart felt cold.

On the morning of the third day, Juanzi opened the door and came back.

"Where have you been these past two days?"

Looking at her tired and haggard face, I was furious.

"I've been busy working at the law firm."

She paused for a moment, then said weakly in a hoarse voice.

"I've been to the firm, and I've seen your employees. You're obviously lying."

I slammed a cup on the table to the ground and said fiercely to her, "Don't play these tricks on me. Tell me honestly what really happened!" "

I... I was doing this for you..."

She burst into tears, turned around, and plunged into the bathroom, never to come out again.

I immediately understood why things were so strange.

Chapter 8 (Part 1)

That night, Juanzi nervously walked into Erbao's villa, looking at the familiar room, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

"Haha, beauty, you're right on time."

Erbao, dressed in his pajamas, wasn't surprised at all by Juanzi's arrival.

"I came to exchange for Da Niu's freedom. I hope you can keep your promise!"

Juanzi said coldly.

"A night of passion is worth a hundred days of kindness, huh? What? You really can't bear to part with me? I miss the wonderful times we spent together day and night..."

Erbao said lewdly.

"Don't give me that!"

Juanzi interrupted him with disgust. "That was a mistake I made when I was young and ignorant, blind to reality."

"Ah? Is that so? Hehe..."

Erbao was embarrassed for a moment, then said lewdly, "Then today I'll leave you with an unforgettable memory. Hehe..."

"Enough with the nonsense! Let's begin. You just want my body, right? What are you waiting for?"

Saying this, she began to take off her clothes.

"Wait!"

Erbao grabbed Juanzi, lewdly saying, "I'll do your clothes myself. Besides, it'll be quick. Hehe..."

"You're disgusting! No..."

Juanzi broke free from him. Although she knew her mission here, she still instinctively resisted.

"What's wrong? Why are you so stubborn? I won't force you. If you don't want to..."

Erbao pointed to the door, his face dark, and said, "The door isn't locked. You can leave now, but about your Da Niu..."

"No... but you have to promise it'll only be this once, and you won't bother me again..."

Juanzi suddenly lost her previous sharpness.

"As long as you behave, I'll..."

Erbao hugged Juanzi from behind, his hands caressing her breasts through her clothes, whispering in her ear, "Look how lonely your body is, like a flower about to wither needing rain. You can't let yourself wither away. Your lonely body needs a man to comfort you. Da Niu, that impotent guy, can't give you that, so let me comfort you!"

"You're not allowed to slander Brother Da Niu."

At this moment, Juanzi's humiliated tears could no longer be held back.

"I'm going to slander that idiot. If you're not satisfied, I'm not stopping you."

The despicable Erbao pressed on relentlessly.

"I... then you have to keep your word..."

Juanzi was stunned by these words again, submitting to his coercion.

"Haha, you don't want to leave me, do you? As long as you obediently let me do as I please, otherwise..."

Erbao continued to tease, "Da Niu is really useless, he can't even enjoy such a beautiful woman, hehe..."

Juanzi closed her eyes in pain, motionless like a porcelain doll, letting him touch and caress her, humiliating tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks.

Erbao stroked Juanzi's face, all the way down to her breasts. Then he leaned in, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. The smooth, shiny hair and the soft, elastic skin made his hands unwilling to leave for even a second, he was extremely proud.

The moment he took off her bra, Juanzi's well-proportioned and proud breasts seemed to burst out. Compared to her firm breasts and pert buttocks, Juanzi's slender waist appeared even more delicate. Erbao's hands almost encircled her entire waist, caressing Juanzi's high, full buttocks. After rubbing Juanzi's buttocks a few times with satisfaction, Erbao reached for her private parts.

Juanzi, though mentally prepared to be violated again, couldn't help but struggle in vain as a wife. The patient Erbao unexpectedly slipped his hand inside Juanzi's tight capri pants, then pulled hard on the T-shaped opening where the waistband met the crotch.

"Ah..."

Juanzi gasped, unable to bear the friction of the tight crotch tightening and digging into her buttocks. Juanzi

's moans were like an aphrodisiac; Erbao quickly stripped off all her clothes, scooped her up, her face flushed with shame, and rushed to the bedroom, throwing her onto the large bed. Erbao

looked at the naked body before him; it wasn't unfamiliar. In the year since he'd last seen her, she had become even more beautiful. That fool Da Niu hadn't properly enjoyed such a wonderful woman; it was a real pity. He was determined to make it up to her.

He was about to possess her body, but so many unexpected events had occurred, and only tonight did his plan to have her succeed. While pondering this, Erbao stripped off his clothes and pounced on Juanzi, squeezing her soft breasts with one hand and taking her pink nipple into his mouth, occasionally gently biting it with his teeth.

"Ah..."

A tingling heat spread from her breasts throughout her body, and a suppressed, muffled moan escaped her throat.

Her delicate breasts blushed shyly, already noticeably swollen from Erbao's skillful sucking and grinding, standing erect. A pair of luscious nipples, erect and hard, were prominently displayed.

Erbao saw that her fair and delicate skin was flushed with a vibrant pink. Seizing the opportunity, he reached out with his other hand towards her alluring triangle, gently pressing and caressing her soft, slightly raised mons pubis. He then moved his fingers to her tender, smooth labia, occasionally flicking her sensitive clitoris. Erbao noticed that her private parts were already wet, and continued to stroke her clitoris. To his surprise, the clitoris was swollen, the glans fully engorged and erect.

"Ah... um..."

Juanzi's hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body finally succumbing to the caresses of the experienced hand, her initial resistance gradually eroded by her aroused desire. Hot, shy moans escaped her nose as her heart, filled with shame, was gradually overwhelmed by the intoxicating pleasure of carnal desire. Her beautiful face flushed crimson, her eyes tightly closed in embarrassment, and her soft moans gradually turned into loud gasps and groans…

Erbao, experienced in sex, realized that Juanzi was about to get into the mood and wanted to completely overwhelm her. So he grinned lewdly: “Feels good, doesn’t it? Now you really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“…”

Juanzi moaned in shame.

Seeing Juanzi’s seductive appearance, Erbao felt a surge of tenderness. He patiently moved between her spread legs, lifted her thighs with both hands, and folded them towards her face. Juanzi struggled futilely for a couple of moments, but finally couldn’t resist Erbao’s strong and firm strength, and let him humiliate her.

“Ah…”

Juanzi let out a long, plaintive cry. Seeing herself in such an unsightly state, she felt both pain and helplessness, anger and shame, fear and unbearable urges… She covered her mouth tightly with her hand to stifle any shameful moans.

At that moment, Juanzi's beautiful, tender, and incredibly alluring private parts were raised high, presented before Erbao: sparse pubic hair neatly arranged on her mons pubis, her pink vulva slightly parted, and her two pearl-like labia a virgin pink. Erbao secretly rejoiced; this was a color he rarely experienced during sex. He immediately lowered his head, sometimes lightly brushing her sensitive clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sometimes licking between her labia with his tongue.

"Ah… um…"

Juanzi had never experienced such teasing before and could hardly bear the stimulation. Her face flushed red, her beautiful eyes closed shyly, and she gasped softly. She felt an invisible magnetic force from Erbao's tongue, making her feel both ashamed and unable to resist. The emptiness deep within her vagina compelled her to involuntarily raise her lower body, welcoming that alluring tongue. At this moment, her consciousness was blurred by the rising lust.

Seeing this, Erbao once again used his superb teasing skills, increasing the frequency of his tongue's light strokes on her clitoris, and inserting a finger into her wet vagina.

"Ah...no...ah..."

Juanzi's body trembled, and her vaginal fluid gushed from her vaginal opening, overflowing into Erbao's mouth.

"What a stunning beauty!"

Erbao exclaimed inwardly.

He licked the fluid from his lips, his penis already erect and throbbing. Juanzi's secret place was already wet enough, and without further hesitation, he guided his hard penis against Juanzi's wet vulva, repeatedly grinding the two labia.

A sweet and comfortable pleasure spread from her vagina throughout her body, her chest heaving rapidly, and her panting becoming heavier and heavier. With the grinding of the glans against her vagina, a "squelch...squelch..."

muddy sound was heard.

"Ah... um... ah..."

Juanzi bit her lower lip, her brows furrowed as she stubbornly resisted the waves of pleasure emanating from her vagina.

Erbao didn't immediately penetrate her, but instead lowered his head to find Juanzi's cherry lips. Juanzi's slightly panting lips futilely avoided the once-familiar male tongue. When Erbao skillfully broke through her trembling lips with the tip of his tongue, Juanzi's jade tongue instantly entwined with the invading hot tongue. Erbao immediately felt a suction force from her tongue, and at the same time, her long legs spread wide apart. Her hands, which had been pressed against Erbao's chest, involuntarily rested on his shoulders. Overjoyed, Erbao stood up and pulled his penis out slightly. Then, with a "plop," his penis disappeared into Juanzi's honey hole, lubricated by her vaginal fluid.

"Ah..."

Juanzi let out a comfortable cry, her body suddenly arching, her brows furrowed, extremely excited.

Erbao felt his penis suddenly enter a warm place, tightly wrapped by the vaginal walls, as if gripped by an eight-legged octopus. His entire penis felt like it was being sucked in from the outside in, as if it wanted to suck out his semen and even his brain. A tingling sensation ran down his spine, and an intense pleasure surged through his brain. He quickly bit his lower lip to control the urge to ejaculate.

He exclaimed in amazement, "Ah! It's simply an incredible vagina!" Having intercourse with such a vagina once felt like the pleasure of three rounds of sex. Although he had been with countless women, he had never encountered such an incredible vagina.

Last time, when he raped Juanzi while drunk, he was interrupted by her screams of pain, and later, having just been discharged from the hospital and not fully recovered, he hadn't truly experienced the depth and structure of Juanzi's vagina. He never imagined that the woman possessing such a rare vagina was Juanzi, whom he used to hold every day.

Erbao sighed. Needless to say, even a man with average sexual ability would be overwhelmed by such a exquisite vagina; even Erbao himself, a seasoned sex expert frequenting brothels, would find it irresistible.

Overjoyed, Erbao, being a "battle-hardened" veteran, slowly withdrew his penis, leaving only the glans inside the tight, moist vagina. He took a deep breath, then thrust his hips forward, pressing down deeply again, and slowly began to move...

"Ah... um... gentle..."

she moaned softly. Her face was flushed, her starry eyes half-closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her half-open lips trembling, her expression shy and charming.

"Slap... slap..."

the shameful sounds of flesh colliding echoed.

Under Erbao's relentless thrusting, Juanzi succumbed to a wanton and wanton passion. Her beautiful body responded to Erbao's movements with a mixture of resistance and welcome, her joyful moans growing louder and longer, gradually transforming from faint groans into continuous, wanton cries.

With the "plop...plop..."

sounds of thrusting, Juanzi's vaginal fluid was squeezed out, flowing down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her buttocks. Juanzi's eyes began to glaze over, her cheeks flushed even more, and her fingernails left scratches on Erbao's arms.

Erbao was also incredibly aroused, feeling her vaginal walls tighten, he increased the speed of his thrusts, and after a heavy breathing session, he ejaculated inside Juanzi's vagina, the semen hitting the vaginal walls.

"Ah...ah...Oh God...I...can't take it anymore...ah..."

With a long scream, Juanzi felt a sudden dizziness, her consciousness blurring. A liquid gushed from deep within her vagina, a warm wave flowing from her genitals to her entire body, filling her completely. Then, the vaginal walls spasmed, and her erect clitoris trembled… Juanzi had an orgasm; it was her first time experiencing it.

Juanzi felt an incredible excitement, both exhausted and infinitely pleasurable. This was a pleasure her husband, Erbao, had never given her.

Erbao looked at Juanzi, whom he had conquered, a lewd grin spreading across his face. Chapter 8 (Part 2)

She didn't know how much time had passed. Juanzi woke up, disoriented and unsure of her surroundings. Her mouth was dry, and she desperately wanted water.

She struggled to open her languid eyelids and, seeing the ceiling of the room, realized she wasn't in her own home.

The breathtaking scenes immediately flashed through her mind, the lingering aftertaste making her feel both ashamed and guilty. The suffocating dizziness was indescribably wonderful. She recalled how Erbao had aroused her long-dormant desires, leading her to the peak of lust...

She couldn't believe she was that wanton woman, and a shy blush rose on her beautiful cheeks.

Soon, Juanzi gradually regained consciousness and calmly considered her mission. A surge of confusion, unease, grievance, and humiliation overwhelmed her, filling her with melancholy and resentment. For her husband's safety, she had willingly submitted to the man who owned this room; the traditional and reserved Juanzi was now entangled in passion with a man other than her husband, and she felt an overwhelming sense of shame and indignation.

Realizing she should leave immediately, Juanzi felt utterly weak and limp.

She struggled to move her limp body, searching for her clothes.

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Erbao, wearing only briefs, entered carrying a tray laden with food and drinks.

"My beauty, you're awake? Hungry? I've brought you food,"

Erbao said with a grin.

"What time is it? Where are my clothes? I'm thirsty and want some water,"

Juanzi quickly pulled the sheet to cover her naked body, asking shyly as she struggled to sit up. The bedroom curtains were excellent at blocking out light, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.

"It's ten o'clock at night, and you've been sleeping all day. Look how limp you are, you must be exhausted. Haha..."

he replied.

"What? Have I been here all this time?"

Juanzi asked疑惑地.

"Yes, seeing your seductive state while you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to touch you, how about that? Am I a gentleman?"

Erbao said, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the tray next to Juanzi.

Juanzi ignored his teasing, using one hand to cover her naked body with the sheet, and with the other hand, she picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank it down, while also gulping down the food in front of her. She was extremely thirsty and indeed very hungry.

Seeing her sweet and gluttonous appearance, Erbao felt that she was even more charming and lovely, very lovable. His whole body became hot; no woman had ever aroused his desire so easily before, she was the first. So, sitting on the edge of the bed, he took off his slippers, moved behind Juanzi, and reached out to caress her delicate, alluring thighs exposed outside the sheets.

Juanzi struggled slightly, ignoring the man's lewd behavior behind her, and continued eating and drinking to satisfy her hungry stomach. She felt that her entire body had already given itself to him, and every part of her body had been ravaged by him; what was this little caress? Besides, after last night's passionate encounter, she no longer found Erbao so repulsive; she even felt a strange sense of closeness.

Indeed. Sexologists believe that a man only becomes a true man and takes pride in it after guiding a woman to orgasm. Although there is a physical relationship between a man and a woman, they remain in a state of stalemate, maintaining a certain distance.

At this point, if an orgasm occurs for the first time during sex, the relationship between the two will undergo a dramatic change. The woman will immediately display a gentle and charming expression, expressing her love without reservation, revealing unparalleled tenderness, and even being willing to sacrifice everything for him. Erbao was Juanzi's first love. He was handsome and dashing, with a charming and debonair air. If those unpleasant things hadn't happened, the two might have been a loving "couple."

After replenishing her energy, Juanzi turned around and gently pushed away the lecherous hand that was about to move towards her breasts. She said earnestly, "Erbao, listen to me. I promised you something, and you've received it. I hope you'll keep your promise and resolve my husband

's troubles as soon as possible." "Hehe... I've been sleeping with you all day. You're holding me so tightly, how could I get away? But don't worry, I've already called my men and told them to drop the charges against Da Niu. Are you satisfied now?"

Erbao looked innocent.

"What? You... how can you blame me? Where did I hug you?"

Juanzi said shyly, lowering her head and blushing.

"Look, there are your fingernail marks on my arms and shoulders,"

he pitifully pointed to Juanzi.

"Ugh... I won't look."

Juanzi lowered her head even further, her cheeks flushing even redder.

"But, I don't blame you, it's a normal physiological reaction, hehe..."

Erbao continued to tease her, his hands not stopping, reaching towards the tempting juncture of her thighs. Her panties had somehow come off, and his hard, hot penis rubbed against Juanzi's buttocks. He continued to humiliate Juanzi: "You were so lewd last night, screaming and yelling..."

"Don't touch me anymore... I want to go home. I only promised once, you can't break your promise."

She said breathlessly.

"After last night's ecstasy, would you really want to leave me for the rest of your life? Hehe..."

His lewd words made her body stiffen suddenly.

He ignored her protests, reaching out to pull back the sheet, pressing her back against his chest, making her buttocks press tightly against his throbbing penis. The glans pushed open the two petals, but didn't enter, instead grinding against the wet vaginal opening.

Her face paled, and she shook her head violently. "No! I don't want to! Please let me go!"

She panicked.

Last night, she had done it for her husband's safety; to give in now would be lewd. So, she struggled desperately, not wanting Erbao to succeed, but her body was limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

The glans repeatedly rubbed against Juanzi's tender labia from behind, a sweet pleasure spreading like an electric current from her pelvis, her chest heaving rapidly.

"Stop it...do you hate it...um..."

she gasped, her beautiful face flushed, extremely embarrassed. The stimulation of her lower body by the penis made her restless and anxious, the emptiness deep inside her vagina growing stronger.

"Hehe...want it? But you have to say, 'Brother Erbao, I beg you to fuck me one more time!' and I'll make you feel good one more time..."

The glans continued to ravage her wet petals.

"No..."

How could she say such shameful words?

"Will you tell me or not? If you don't, I won't put it in. Ha..."

Erbao's tongue ravaged Juanzi's ear, trying to completely break down her remaining mental defenses.

"Ah...no...no..."

The warm, moist air rushed into her ear canal, tickling her. Juanzi could hardly bear the tingling in her ear, and the increasingly rising desire in her lower body. She almost choked out a sob.

"Oh...don't rush...I'll give it to you right now."

Seeing this, Erbao didn't continue teasing her. He knew Juanzi was a traditional woman, and going too far would backfire.

So, he rolled over, bent down, and picked Juanzi up, making her straddle his lap, so that the two of them were facing each other, chests pressed together. He bent his legs and pressed against Juanzi's buttocks, his glans still pressed between the two swollen labia, but there was no sign of him advancing.

"Ah no... this is so embarrassing... put me down..."

Juanzi's cheeks were flushed, both ashamed and anxious. She weakly pounded Erbao's chest with her two pink fists. She had never been in such a shameful position before, especially sitting face to face on the lap of a man other than her naked husband. Her dull-witted husband, Da Niu, had never done it before either.

In this close, face-to-face position, her erect breasts pressed tightly against Erbao's chest. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against his hairy chest muscles as she struggled in vain, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The scent of a mature man's sweat pierced her heart, making her feel slightly dizzy. Her wet labia swelled and swelled, her unyielding lower body finally succumbing to the harassment of lust. A warm flow gushed from her vagina, flowing through her open vulva, down Erbao's thigh, and onto the sheets.

Erbao felt the warm flow on his thigh and felt a surge of joy. He pressed his lips against hers, his tongue seizing the opportunity to plunge into Juanzi's mouth. She felt her body temperature rising, her tongue unsure whether to resist or cooperate, circling around his tongue.

Juanzi gasped softly, drenched in sweat, already lost in passion.

Erbao saw the deep sorrow in Juanzi's eyes and tenderly licked away the tears streaming down her face. Unable to bear to torment her any longer, his own penis already hard and throbbing, he abruptly straightened his legs, causing Juanzi's entire body to fall. With a soft "plop," his penis broke through her wet labia, the glans touching her cervix.

"Ah... God..."

A long scream, a mixture of unbearable pain and shameful satisfaction, escaped her lips.

The sudden, deep penetration dealt Juanzi a fatal blow. Her body, bewildered, arched backward to resist the intense stimulation emanating from her core. To maintain her balance, her slender arms wrapped around Erbao's neck. Her head swayed from side to side, whether from pain or unbearable discomfort, her beautiful long hair fluttering in the air, her lovely lips bearing the marks of her teeth.

"Ah... so good... so tight..."

Erbao was immersed in the pleasure of his penis being tightly gripped and sucked by the vaginal walls. His penis remained still, unwilling to move, afraid that the pleasure would end.

This time, learning from his previous experience of not being able to control himself, he restrained himself from ejaculating. Once Juanzi's body relaxed and the kneading and sucking of her vaginal walls stopped, he moved his hips back and forth, his penis sliding up and down inside her, then stopping again to savor the ultimate stimulation from the kneading and sucking of her vaginal walls. He continued thrusting like this... then

stopped...

"Ah... ah... be gentle... you're hitting me..."

Juanzi moaned, her mind hazy. Her pretty eyes were half-closed, her voice soft and gentle, her face flushed, and she was covered in fragrant sweat. Her snow-white breasts swayed up and down, displaying a charming and alluring expression.

With Erbao's repeated movements, soon Juanzi's mouth opened into an "O" shape, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

"Ah... um... ah... I can't take it anymore..."

Juanzi cried out as if she were about to go limp, her ten slender fingers gripping Erbao's shoulders tightly, her shy face trembling weakly against his shoulder.

Juanzi didn't know why he stopped moving. Her buttocks, still writhing in unbearable discomfort, remained unspoken, but her alluring face seemed to beg the man for another blow. Yet, he still didn't move, opening his captivating eyes to look at Erbao with a pleading expression.

"No...you can't torture me like this..." Juanzi's voice broke, and she couldn't help but cry.

"Mmm...no...I can't take it...it's too deep..."

she moaned, begging for mercy.

"Baby, is it comfortable? I'll stop if you don't say anything."

Erbao shamelessly humiliated her.

"Oh...no...I don't want to..."

Juanzi's body instinctively reacted to intense desire; her physical defenses were crumbling.

"Still being stubborn?"

Erbao continued to attack Juanzi's psychological defenses.

"Comfortable..."

she whispered, her ears turning red as she buried her face in Erbao's chest in embarrassment.

"Good girl! Let's climax together!"

Erbao adjusted the angle of his penis, thrusting his thick shaft into Juanzi's tender hole once more. Her vagina was already incredibly wet, and his penis went all the way in, ejaculating a large amount of semen deep inside her, directly into her uterus.

"Ah...so deep...oh my god, it feels so good..."

With a melodious, pleasurable moan, Juanzi's beautiful naked body trembled violently. Her flushed body tensed completely, the color of her rosy skin spreading, her vagina contracting intensely, and she uncontrollably bit down on Erbao's shoulder.

Juanzi had climaxed again.

In that instant, Juanzi felt as if she had been pushed into an endless abyss of darkness, unable to escape the man before her.

Erbao held Juanzi, who was trembling in his arms, feeling the pleasure transmitted to him by her spasms. He kissed her weak lips and caressed her back with his hands.

To completely conquer Juanzi with his lust and make her never forget him, Erbao picked up the limp Juanzi and sat cross-legged, letting her lie on his lap like a zither laid flat. Juanzi's eyes were closed. She was powerless to resist and did not want to resist. She was still savoring the climax that had just occurred, which was like a volcanic eruption. She vaguely felt that this man was very intimate with her. Her confused heart only wanted it to continue like this forever.

In this stretched-out position, Juanzi's clitoris protruded even more and became more sensitive. At this moment, Erbao watched the beauty he had brought to orgasm while patiently using both hands to display his superb flirting skills. With one hand, he pressed the skin at the tip of Juanzi's clitoris and pulled it forward to make the clitoris emerge. With the other hand, he dabbed some of Juanzi's labia with her vaginal fluid and gently rubbed the clitoris in a circular motion. This caused the extremely sensitive clitoris to be easily stimulated. He wanted to leave this beauty, who belonged to him, with an unforgettable memory.

Within one or two minutes, Juanzi suddenly opened her beautiful eyes and stared blankly at the man who brought her pleasure. Then, the muscles inside her vagina spasmed again, and she reached another climax. The previous pleasure was like a volcanic eruption, but this time it was a different feeling, like a turbulent sea of pleasure. Juanzi's eyes were glazed over, her fists were clenched, her toes were tense, her whole body was convulsing and trembling. Her clitoris was erect due to external stimulation, and it was incredibly swollen and long, as thick as her little finger, and it was throbbing rhythmically.

Juanzi screamed hoarsely, "Ah...ah...my God..."

At the same time, vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, leaving long streaks in the air. The fluid scattered onto the sheets, soaking Erbao's arms. The fluid gushed out in waves, rhythmic spasms of her abdominal muscles, bringing her intense pleasure. Juanzi had climaxed again; she had lost count of how many times she had climaxed that night. However, this time, she experienced a clitoral orgasm of intense physical pleasure that no one else could give her.

At this moment, Juanzi was in a semi-conscious, trance-like state. She felt as if her body was floating in the clouds, feeling incredibly comfortable and blissful, wishing it could stay like this forever and never returning to reality.

Erbao held the trembling Juanzi tightly in one arm, while his other hand, soaked in her vaginal fluids, continued to caress her erect clitoris in rhythm with her trembling body…

With each spurt of vaginal fluid, Juanzi was overcome with ecstasy.

The storm gradually subsided; Juanzi's convulsions slowed, the frequency and amount of vaginal fluid spurting decreased, the areola around her skin faded, and her clitoris gradually shrank back into her foreskin. As Juanzi awoke from the throes of orgasm, she looked at the man before her and felt he wasn't as hateful or selfish as she had initially imagined; instead, she felt a faint sense of closeness.

She couldn't help but nestle against Erbao like a little bird and burst into tears.

This was the weeping of extreme joy, the unintentional outpouring after orgasm, the repentance of transitioning from a state of delirium to full consciousness…

However, Juanzi always felt a sense of relief and satisfaction.

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