[Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 23

Chapter 11 My Incompetence

The early autumn evening of September was sweltering. Only the occasional long breeze, causing the willow branches to sway and dance, brought a slight coolness. Juanzi's heart was like the September weather, vast and boundless, empty and devoid of anything to cling to.

I was on night shift and not home until dawn. She was already used to this kind of life. Although, deep down, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

Ever since that time he cunningly helped her out of trouble, the lecherous Erbao couldn't suppress his lustful desires for Juanzi's beauty. Every few days, he would harass and seduce her. After she resolutely rebuked him, he would shamelessly call Juanzi, sometimes showering her with sweet words and compliments, sometimes using blush-inducing, lewd jokes to tease her. His words were extremely explicit and vulgar, often making Juanzi blush with embarrassment and anger, until she angrily rebuked him: "If you keep being so boring, I'll call the police!" Then, he arrogantly said, "Great! I couldn't be happier! I was just worried about not having a chance to see you. I'll just give the police chief face and have him accompany me, and he can pay my bill too." Hearing this, Juanzi was stunned with anger. She knew Erbao truly had that kind of ability.

Immediately, Erbao's sincere apology came from the other end of the phone, his voice soft and magnetic, which made her feel flustered and confused. Why did this high-class scoundrel keep bothering her? She couldn't take it anymore!

At first, Juanzi swallowed her anger and didn't want to lash out. As the saying goes, "He who takes a bribe is bound to be grateful," and after all, Erbao had helped Da Niu, and besides, she still owed him money.

But as the saying goes, "There's no such thing as a free lunch," because there's no such thing as a free lunch. Juanzi pondered repeatedly, wondering how she had ended up owing Erbao, this nemesis.

Afterward, the harassment became more and more frequent. Fearing that Da Niu would find out and misunderstand, she would sometimes hang up directly, but his calls continued, to the point that her heart would tremble at the sound of the phone ringing. Sometimes he called during the day, sometimes at night; whenever Da Niu wasn't home, he would call, making her extremely nervous and afraid. Later, she simply stopped answering the phone when she saw the number.

Er Bao wasn't discouraged and continued to send her lewd text messages, which were actually excerpts from erotic novels. She was restless, angry but unable to speak out, forced to swallow her anger, like a mute eating bitter herbs.

Sometimes, however, she would recall the hallucinations of him that appeared deep in her mind when she masturbated, and shame would immediately surface on her face. She was puzzled as to why she thought of this, why her mind was so confused by it.

Whenever she thought of this, her heart would surge, a warm current spreading from the depths of her soul throughout her body, completely engulfing her. When she thought of this, she would become somewhat lost in the moment, intoxicated by it.

Humans are the most driven by desire, yet some desires may never be unearthed, remaining buried deep within, giving a person an air of peace, tranquility, and nobility. But once this innate fire of desire is ignited, even the most sophisticated firefighting methods are powerless. Although this flame may ultimately cause devastating damage, leaving the soul barren and leading to a life of hardship, will those consumed by lust seek solace or cooling measures? No, they will only rush headlong into a frenzy, like moths to a flame! Reason will be completely lost; desire will cloud judgment, blinding one to greed, passion, and lust.

Women are born dreamers, born romantics. No matter their age, a man, young or old, may only need a few tricks to capture and destroy even the most seemingly strong-willed woman. ...

The sweltering humidity intensifies.

Juanzi sat alone on the sofa, feeling restless and distracted. She kept glancing at the wall clock and listening intently for car horns. She had just received a call from her godfather, Liu Shixiong, asking her to accompany him to a dinner party. She had wanted to politely decline, as she hadn't been feeling well and her period had just ended. But she swallowed the words, worried about upsetting her godfather. Besides, Juanzi always wanted to use this opportunity to remind or urge him to help her find a job. He was currently the person who could decide her fate.

For the past month or so, her eagerness for her ideal job had been palpable. She often waited with a mixture of excitement and anxiety for good news from her godfather. However, Liu Shixiong's replies were always the same: "Don't worry, don't you trust your godfather?" "Oh, about your job? I've been too busy lately, I can only come for a day or two… For your godfather, your job is just a matter of a word from me." Wait patiently for good news… Time and again, she hoped, only to be disappointed, and after disappointment came an even longer wait. She couldn't help but sigh: how similar are expectations and reality, how inseparable are hope and despair?

Juanzi firmly believed that to realize her dream, she had to endure the hardships of life.

In truth, life has dreams, life is like a dream, but life is ultimately not a dream. In today's reality, if you have no money, no social connections, you have no right to dream. For Juanzi, who lacked social connections, was inexperienced, and naive, what else could she do?…

Jin Di Entertainment City was the city's most luxurious and grand multi-functional star-rated hotel. The dazzling neon lights illuminated the hotel walls, making it exceptionally beautiful and prestigious under the night sky.

When the radiant and tall Juanzi stepped into the VIP room, everyone inside was captivated by her beauty. She was slender and elegant, her pretty face unadorned, her eyes sparkling with a fiery light that could easily melt a man's heart. Her beauty was like a lotus flower in water, possessing an indescribable natural charm.

A pair of large, clear, dark eyes, soft, full red lips, and a delicate, exquisite nose graced her beautiful, pure, quiet, and elegant face. Her cheeks were beautifully smooth and delicate, her skin flawless, her figure slender and graceful, her arms as soft and rounded as snow-white lotus roots. Her long, flowing hair and her captivating, almond-shaped eyes were mesmerizing. Her fair face had a rosy glow, and her cherry-red lips, painted with vibrant red lipstick, appeared fresh and inviting. The way her lips opened and closed with each breath made one yearn to kiss them.

Under the fluorescent light, her skin appeared especially white and delicate! Her curvaceous figure was tightly encased in a low-cut red short-sleeved t-shirt, her ample breasts barely contained by the fabric, their round and firm shape barely concealed within. Her slender waist and long, shapely legs, free of stockings, peeked out from under her short, silky skirt. Her fair, rounded arms draped behind her back. Youthful, vibrant, and exuding the unique charm of a young woman, she radiated a captivating allure.

Ever since that chance encounter at the job fair, Liu Shixiong frequently had Juanzi accompany him to social events and drinking parties. Whenever Juanzi arrived, the atmosphere at the table would instantly become lively, like a pot of boiling water. The father of two often derives a sense of satisfaction and pride from the envious and jealous glances of others. After a few drinks, the group would find ways to tell dirty jokes and verbally abuse Juanzi, a pure, beautiful, naive, and defenseless young woman, often making her blush with shame.

Juanzi's ethereal beauty always drew praise from men and envy from women. When she was with Liu Shixiong, a large group of servants would fawn over her, pouring water and serving tea. What embarrassed her was that many people called her "sister-in-law," making her feel awkward and uncomfortable. Liu Shixiong, however, seemed unconcerned, cheerfully acquiescing. She couldn't drink; a sip would make her face flush and feel dizzy. But Liu Shixiong would always allow his guests to pour her a few more drinks, intending to take advantage of her on the way home. Juanzi never wanted to go, but she was afraid her godfather would be displeased, and he had the power to help her fulfill her desires.

Today, the gathering was attended by heads of key departments in the public security, procuratorate, and judicial system. The women were all mistresses or lovers brought by these leaders, each possessing captivating charm. The table was filled with sycophantic lackeys, incapable of doing anything productive, but highly adept at reading people. Seeing Mayor Liu with his beautiful goddaughter, they understood their master's intentions. Everyone at the table praised Juanzi for her beauty, attractiveness, and sensible manners, vying to find ways to toast her. Juanzi couldn't resist the pressure, and she could only repeatedly raise her glass and drink it with difficulty.

Liu Shixiong stared back at her without blinking. Everyone cheered happily as they watched Juanzi drink the entire glass of wine down to the last drop. However, after a few drinks, a blush crept onto her cheeks, adding to her allure. Juanzi couldn't resist the persistent, gentle persuasion to drink; she was drunk after just a few cups. She struggled to stay upright, her eyes glazed, feeling almost ethereal.

After an unknown amount of time, in her hazy, dreamlike state, Liu Shixiong returned to the car and sat down next to Juanzi, who had already been helped inside.

He saw her slumped softly in the back seat, her face flushed, her fair cheeks glowing with a rosy light. Now, Juanzi's eyes were glazed with intoxication, making her even more radiant and beautiful. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, making her breasts stand out prominently. He was burning with desire. He abruptly stood up and couldn't help but wrap one arm around Juanzi's soft, slender waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace. Feeling her soft body and the fiery scent emanating from her, the mayor's heart raced, and his lower body swelled intensely. Slightly tipsy, she nestled her entire soft, delicate body against him. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could feel the soft, elasticity of her full figure.

By supporting her, he was able to look down at her, and through her low-cut neckline, he could see her two snow-white, plump, round, and perky breasts, their moderately sized breasts forming a shallow, yet not dense, cleavage.

The intoxicating scent of Juanzi's breasts and perfume made Liu Shixiong's blood rush faster. He thought to himself that this was a godsend; tonight, he had to possess that body that he so longed for and was so alluring to. Over the years, he rose from a factory director in a state-owned enterprise to the mayor and party secretary of this city, becoming the city's all-powerful emperor, wielding absolute power and doing whatever he pleased. He had countless lovers and slept with countless women. Women were like clothes on his body or wine in his glass—indifferent to him. But somehow, this woman stirred something within him, making him feel a strange, tingling sensation, as if he had returned to the age of seventeen or eighteen, experiencing his first stirrings of love. [Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.]

In a man's eyes, a woman's most alluring moment is precisely this kind of alluring, half-hearted, half-willing look, with her starry eyes full of spring. His breathing quickened; his long-term, meticulous efforts had finally yielded results. He impulsively embraced Juanzi's delicate body. As his penis swelled unbearably and he considered taking further action, his composure and reason compelled him to restrain his burgeoning desire. He reminded himself: "A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan." He wanted to completely possess this beautiful woman, to make her willingly throw herself into his arms.

Therefore, he forcefully suppressed the rising lust within him, painfully restraining his lewd thoughts, and reluctantly had his attendant take Juanzi home. ...

My employer was the T City Security Service Corporation. Our main services included security, personal protection, and technical security for various enterprises, government agencies, residential communities, large-scale cultural and sports events, and prominent figures.

During the one-month training and probationary period, my hard work and perseverance shone through.

After passing the assessment, I was officially hired. Nearly 100 security guards were recruited this time, but only 30 were retained; most were eliminated.

Thousands of years ago, Confucius said: "Those who labor with their minds govern others; those who labor with their strength are governed by others." Wisdom always trumps physical strength, and power always trumps wisdom. To gain dominance in the arena of life, you must be a mental laborer.

I am extremely diligent at work, constantly busy, earning a meager wage by selling my physical labor. But in this society, not everyone needs to work to secure their basic needs and live the ordinary life of common people.

Having lost my parents at a young age, I am taciturn and not good at interacting with others, which has shaped my sensitive, humble, and self-conscious personality. However, I am strong and kind, full of confidence in life. My nature is simple, honest, helpful, compassionate, and always considerate of others. I often enthusiastically help my neighbors with various tasks, earning them much praise.

Once, a woman was worried about losing her train ticket, so I took out my own money to buy her one and even saw her off.

Some people called me a fool, but I just kept chuckling foolishly.

Another time, I saw a news report in the newspaper: "The Strange Story of an Outstanding Female Student Selling Her Virginity." It turned out that her father had been bedridden for a long time, the family was heavily in debt, and her mother had lost her job. With no other source of income, they couldn't afford the tuition and had to drop out of school. To pay for her father's medical treatment, she auctioned off her virginity, only to be caught by police during a routine check. The media was astonished, and the public was outraged. That day, I happened to get paid, and after work, I resolutely went to the newspaper office and entrusted them to donate all the few bills I had.

Juanzi, however, greatly praised my foolish behavior. She said, "I love your silliness. I married you because of your inner qualities, your sense of justice, your responsibility, and your loving heart. From childhood to adulthood, besides my father, you are the second man who has given me a sense of security. Juanzi, I'll listen to you. Whatever you believe is right, I'll do it." Hearing my beloved wife's affirmation, I felt a surge of pride and a renewed sense of masculine self-esteem.

However, every nightfall, the soft, warm light activates hormones, stimulating the hypothalamus of the brain and invigorating the sexual center. Almost every man and woman yearns for passionate lovemaking, but I feel differently; I want to escape. My

beautiful wife, Juanzi, is at the peak of her life, full of energy and sexual desire. She's a woman with normal physiological function, and should be enjoying the pleasures of sex. But because of my intermittent erectile dysfunction, I can't give her the enjoyment she deserves. Our few sexual encounters are merely superficial, failing to satisfy Juanzi's basic sexual needs and preventing me from truly fulfilling my duties as a husband.

Although Juanzi's meticulous medical treatment sometimes brings a surge of energy, desire and ability are never in sync. Whenever this happens, I frown and sigh, while she pretends to be indifferent, often comforting me by saying: "The deepest love between husband and wife isn't solely expressed through sex; we can't lose that affection just because of sex." But I didn't understand that Juanzi's attitude towards sex had shifted from fear to arousal. After Erbao's sexual awakening and experience, she had tasted the pleasure of sex, and the subconscious imprint of sexual desire had been etched into her cerebral cortex. Although masturbation could temporarily relieve the burning desire within her, it was merely a temporary fix.

Therefore, in our few sexual encounters, due to my weak sexual ability, I often failed after only a few rounds. Sometimes, I would ejaculate uncontrollably just as I aroused Juanzi's desire, and when she was just one step away from orgasm, I… Her body seemed to have fallen into an abyss of lust, only hoping to be ignited by the fire of desire, her whole body burning fiercely like a raging inferno, suffering unbearably.

My feelings of inferiority and shame grew increasingly severe. I dreaded the coming of night, dreaded seeing Juanzi's flushed face, dreaded seeing her wistful and sorrowful eyes. From then on, I often made excuses to work overtime and fabricated lies to escape.

Sex is supposed to be the most important and exciting part of marriage, but when the instinctive sexual urges aren't properly released, and the mental excitement isn't relieved, Juanzi becomes irritable and easily angered. She tends to use trivial matters as an excuse to start arguments and vent her frustrations, or she becomes melancholic, frowning, and self-pitying. ...

At dawn, the numbing effect of the alcohol has worn off. She gets up, picks up her teacup, and gulps down several mouthfuls of water before slowly gathering her thoughts to recall the events of the previous night. The lingering alcohol in her stomach still makes her blood rush, and heat gathers in her body, as if about to burst forth. She can't suppress the inexplicable spring tide that makes her feel hot and excited.

At this moment, she feels a particularly tingling and itchy sensation between her legs. Juanzi can't help but want to place her hand on her crotch to soothe it. A wonderful sensation gives her a warm feeling, and for a moment, she can't suppress the impulse in her heart. Her fingers quickly rub the delicate clitoris at the edge of her vulva.

Like a forbidden switch being flipped, a familiar physiological response surged to her brain. She felt her lower body quickly become hot and wet; soon her panties were soaked, and vaginal fluid continuously flowed from her vagina, even running down her thighs.

Unable to control herself, she pulled down her cumbersome panties, fantasizing about many men's hands relentlessly assaulting her breasts and sensitive areas between her legs.

Juanzi gasped and moaned, swallowed by this surging wave of desire, sticky fluid continuously overflowing from her vagina. She fantasized about a male penis teasing her at the edge of her vagina, hesitant to penetrate, the increasingly intense emptiness driving her almost mad.

So painful… I need to… ah… go deeper… ah… no… just using… my fingers to rub… ah… that’s not working at all… ah… She rubbed her clitoris hard, her right hand aching, then she switched to her left. Sticky vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, leaving a muddy mess between her warm legs. The sheets beneath her were already soaked. She was in so much pain, so helpless.

A sliver of reason told her she had to end this torment of lust as soon as possible, because Da Niu might be home soon, and she couldn’t let him see her shameful state, discover her privacy. However, she was like a drug addict, unable to control her body. Her fingers didn’t stop moving; instead, they rubbed her clitoris even harder, occasionally plunging deeper into her vagina and stirring.

As her sexual desire surged, Juanzi felt her body temperature rise and her body grow hotter. She knew the climax she longed for was approaching. She relaxed her entire body, preparing to receive that exhilarating pleasure…

Just then, she suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, followed by familiar footsteps. She panicked, grabbing a blanket to cover her naked body, concealing the embarrassing marks beneath.

Her heart pounded, her intense sexual desire subsided slightly, her breasts still full, her nipples erect, her areolas flushed.

However, the bedroom door remained closed. She listened intently, hearing the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom. It turned out that Da Niu's habit was to shower first thing when he got home.

Her tension eased temporarily. She quickly changed the soaked sheets, hastily wiping away the wetness with tissues, then turned to her side, pretending to be asleep. ...

I gently pushed open the bedroom door. My lovely Juanzi was sleeping peacefully, her nearly naked body wrapped in a blanket, highlighting the gentle, smooth curve of her back—a captivating curve unique to women, one that haunted my dreams. Her fair arms were slender and supple. I instantly became alert, a surge of primal urge rising within me. My fatigue vanished without a trace—a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.

Most security guards are uneducated, rough men. This profession offers unique advantages; the constant flow of men and women, red and green, is a constant companion. My fellow security guards take the opportunity to lecherously stare at the necklines of beautiful women, peering intently, then scrutinizing them. Lust and voyeurism are their daily routine, and they constantly crack lewd jokes; crude humor is their sustenance. Naturally, I also gleaned a considerable amount of bedroom experience and sexual knowledge from this.

Juanzi was incredibly beautiful. Her smooth, slender neck, her alabaster-like body, delicate and translucent, with exquisite curves, a smooth waist, and plump, almost translucent buttocks. A slight smile played on her lips—it was an angelic face, sculpted from jade.

I quickly bent down, greedily inhaling the scent of her long hair, kissing her smooth skin repeatedly.

Juanzi trembled slightly in my arms, her eyes still closed, her eyelashes fluttering, a gentle smile on her lips. Seeing my eager expression, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her eyelashes still fluttering, her lips still smiling, her pretty face already flushed. I clumsily kissed her lips, clearly seeing the slight trembling of her facial muscles. I licked her lips, and she obediently allowed me to caress them.

When I tried to pinch Juanzi's pale pink nipples with my fingers, she involuntarily let out a soft moan; her already erect nipples, after the earlier masturbation, were extremely sensitive. She began to tremble slightly, her hands gripping my arm tightly, like a drowning person struggling unconsciously, grabbing at anything to survive. I was delighted by the wonderful effect of my actions. Encouraged by Juanzi's soft moans, I quickened my finger movements, sometimes gently pinching her erect nipples, sometimes kneading her well-proportioned and firm breasts with both hands.

Juanzi's earlier masturbation excitement hadn't completely disappeared; it was on the verge of reaching its peak, needing only a little more stimulation to reach an intoxicating climax.

Hmm... Oh... As I gradually increased the pressure of my kneading of her breasts, her breathing became rapid, her mature breasts heaving violently, her rosy lips slightly parted, occasionally emitting low moans. Her starry eyes were closed, her abdomen began to rise, and she seemed to hear the echo of her own heartbeat; and the surging waves in her womb. There was a tingling sensation on the vaginal walls, as if a wriggling worm was crawling from the inside out.

"Mmm...husband...Da Niu...hurry...I want it..." Her lower body was already slippery and wet.

I got up and knelt between her thighs, grasped my erect penis, and used two fingers of my other hand to separate her labia. I rubbed the glans of my penis back and forth at the entrance of her vagina to lubricate it. After a few strokes, her vulva was already wet, and a stream of hot, lustful fluid was overflowing from her vulva. I didn't notice Juanzi's abnormality. Her shy and shy expression made me lose control. Hearing Juanzi's plea, I couldn't wait to insert my erect penis into her vagina. When the glans touched her vagina, the sticky lubricating fluid helped my penis slide in smoothly.

I only heard "Oh..." Her brows furrowed, and she let out a comfortable groan from deep in her throat. Her body began to twist, coordinating with my piston-like movements, and she thrust her lower body upwards forcefully.

I felt a warm, moist sensation inside her vagina, a very comfortable feeling. I felt my penis gradually swelling. At this moment, Juanzi's face flushed, her breasts blushed, her pale pink nipples hardened, her body gradually stiffened, her vaginal muscles tightened, and her consciousness began to drift and become hazy. Her hips stopped moving, her legs bent, and she eagerly hooked her arms around my back, arching her body upwards. Juanzi's cervix was already open, and she was once again preparing to welcome the long-awaited, soul-stirring pleasure.

In fact, Juanzi's genitals were a rare gem, a treasure in the eyes of men. Her vulva was narrow, her vagina long and thin, and her clitoris was relatively shallow. Therefore, when the penis was inserted, her clitoris would quickly swell and protrude, its shape resembling two giant dragons vying for a shimmering red coral.

The moment the penis touches the clitoris, it immediately takes it in and gently massages and rotates it. At this moment, the man can fully enjoy the stimulation of this ticklish spot, like a raging lion indulging in unrestrained passion.

At this time, the woman will also keep twisting her body and sighing. Deep within the vagina, vaginal fluid seeps out, a secretion caused by the gradual tightening of the vaginal walls. Once the glans penis, deep inside the vagina, touches her already opened clitoris, the vaginal walls immediately spasm and contract, tightly gripping the invading penis. The slippery, tender mucous membrane tightly wraps around and sucks, giving the penis a wonderful massage. At this moment, the man experiences an indescribable ecstasy. Then, streams of vaginal fluid spurt out from deep within the vagina, a phenomenon known as squirting or vaginal ejaculation. Squirting is the ejection of vaginal fluid during a woman's peak orgasm, a function possessed only by a very small number of women. Men often desire to experience this sensation, with the vaginal fluid spraying onto their glans and penis, bringing them a blissful, euphoric feeling. This is the ultimate goal many men seek, as it proves their ability to give their partner an ultimate orgasm, demonstrating their sexual prowess and providing a strong sense of conquest and pride.

Right now, Juanzi's vaginal walls are beginning to undulate, wave after wave more urgent than the last, kneading my tender and vulnerable penis. How could I resist? Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, a tingling and numbness in my back, and I shivered. I knew that my ejaculation was about to fail. Although I was unwilling from the bottom of my heart, the semen, which was not under my control, was like a flood of water in a dam. If there was a slight spurt, it would burst forth all at once.

Juanzi didn't notice my abnormality and couldn't help but vigorously wiggle her hips, thrusting her lower abdomen upwards to allow my penis to penetrate deeper.

When she realized my defeat, she hurriedly cried out: "You? No...don't ejaculate...just a little longer...

just a little longer..." At that moment, the muscles around my genitals tensed, and the fluid inside my seminal vesicles gathered to an uncontrollable degree. The tense muscles suddenly relaxed, causing rhythmic spasms, and at the same time, semen was expelled. A large gush of milky white fluid gushed out, followed by a small gush, until all the semen in my scrotum overflowed.

My beautiful wife possessed a rare and exquisite vagina, with the special ability to squirt—a beauty that countless men in the world longed for but could not obtain. I possessed it but was not fortunate enough to properly savor and enjoy its wonders.

My penis gradually softened, but I continued thrusting in vain because I felt I had to. I really didn't want to stop, even though I knew it was meaningless for Juanzi. I could feel my penis had completely shrunk, helplessly sliding out of her vagina.

Juanzi hovered in mid-air, neither touching the sky nor the ground, trembling all over. Aside from writhing and groaning in pain on the bed, she had no way to release the pent-up desire within her. She was tormented by a whirlpool of lust.

Juanzi noticed that my penis was already limp and hanging off her, while I was still symbolically slapping her genitals up and down. She was disgusted by my futile efforts and, contrary to her usual behavior, rudely pushed me away. I was almost thrown off the bed by the sudden push, and then she covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

I stood there, terrified, like a child who had done something wrong, head hanging low.

At that moment, I felt a deep hatred for myself—the worst person in the world.

I wasn't a man!

Medically speaking, if one achieves orgasm during intercourse, the pelvic congestion and other bodily reactions usually subside naturally within 20 to 30 minutes after orgasm, and the body returns to its normal state. If another orgasm occurs afterward, it will not have any adverse effects on the body. If a woman's libido is fully aroused during each sexual encounter, but she reaches a plateau phase without reaching orgasm, pelvic congestion will persist for a long time, taking about 4 to 6 hours to subside. Over time, this can lead to chronic pelvic congestion or even blood stasis, causing lower abdominal distension, pain, or dysmenorrhea, which is harmful to a woman's physical and mental health.

I could only arouse her libido, but I couldn't bring her to sexual satisfaction or orgasm. In the few times we had sex in the past, I always ejaculated uncontrollably as soon as I aroused Juanzi's libido, and I couldn't even last long enough to give her an orgasm, not even just once.

I'm so useless; I'm sexually impotent, and I'm ashamed before the beautiful Juanzi.

Life is the most precious thing in a person's life, and desire is a necessity for survival.

Tolstoy said that happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. For several months afterward, we didn't have sex again. …

I was assigned by my company to work as a security guard in the library of a prestigious university. This gave me the opportunity to access all kinds of documents every day, a golden learning opportunity for someone like me who, despite not having achieved my dream of attending a regular university, was thirsting for knowledge.

The people entering and leaving the library were all erudite experts and professors. They gradually noticed that this unassuming security guard was neglecting his duties, showing a deep interest in books, often engrossed in reading at the entrance. Their initial reaction shifted from dissatisfaction to surprise, then to admiration, and finally to appreciation. Several renowned professors even offered guidance and instruction, from which I benefited immensely.

One day, as I was engrossed in reading a book on MBA business administration, a well-known professor, who admired me, happened to be in the library researching. Seeing my thirst for knowledge, he exclaimed, “In today’s materialistic and deceitful society, it’s rare to find such a self-reliant young person like you!” He then added, “Young man, are you interested in an MBA?” The significant difference between an MBA and other graduate degrees lies in its pragmatism, practicality, and operational focus. Its purpose is not to cultivate academically-minded masters focused on research, but rather to cultivate mid-to-senior level managers who can apply their knowledge, value practical work, and truly lead a company or other organization in real-world business and economic practice. In other words, an MBA represents a close integration of academia and practice. If you learn from practice, by self-studying the MBA knowledge system and then applying it in practice, you can still obtain the key to success; you don't necessarily need to attend university to pursue an MBA degree. Self-study is like walking. The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will persevere in my pursuit. There are countless paths in the world, and everyone has their own. Here is my address and phone number; feel free to contact me if you have any questions. To become strong, you must be self-reliant! ...To become strong, you must be self-reliant! I silently and deliberately adopted these eight words as my motto for diligent study.

From then on, I cherished this hard-won learning opportunity even more, and worked even harder. In just a few months, I grasped many of the essences of MBA business administration theory, and my theoretical knowledge improved by leaps and bounds.

Chapter 12 A Regional Power

As evening fell, the city government building shed its daytime hustle and bustle, revealing a unique tranquility. Only the light in the mayor's office at the end of the ninth-floor corridor remained on. Composed of more than a dozen rooms in a U-shape: a magnificent daily office, restrooms, meeting rooms, and reception rooms, all fully equipped and quite impressive; on one side of the office wall, a hidden door was cleverly concealed, completely invisible to outsiders. Behind this hidden door lay a completely different world—a fully equipped and exquisitely decorated bedroom.

The 300-square-meter office was spacious and impressive. Plaques reading "Public Servant" and "Honest and Upright" hung on the walls. Behind a large, high-quality Southeast Asian mahogany desk, a short, stout, balding man in his fifties sat in a swivel leather office chair watching television. The program "People's Focus" was playing: a dignified and beautiful female host was broadcasting in standard Mandarin. Her voice was so friendly, so pure, and so pleasant. However, in a moment, this same female host on the screen would conduct a special "interview" with him. Thinking of this, a smug yet contemptuous expression appeared on his face.

Night fell, and countless lights twinkled. Gazing through the glass at the towering skyscrapers of the city skyline, Liu Shixiong looked at everything with satisfaction. As the city's "number one boss," possessing a lofty social status and absolute power, his words were law, absolutely decisive—he was practically a regional warlord.

Having navigated the treacherous waters of officialdom for so many years, the cunning and calculating man skillfully used his power to make one person after another worship him, offering him money, flattery, and women. He knew all too well that some people in officialdom today, driven by personal gain or political ambition, took sycophancy to the extreme, not only flattering him with words and actions, but even offering their bodies to gain his pleasure and satisfy his desires. In

this small corner of the empire, he could do as he pleased, surrounded by admirers, as powerful as an emperor. He often adopted a fatalistic attitude, believing that "one's life is fleeting and romantic encounters are no more," while simultaneously accumulating wealth to satisfy his own desires and using his power to ravage women who offered themselves to him for favors. He also frequently raped the families or women of those who were forced into seeking his help, thus filling the void in his heart.

His entourage was naturally filled with sycophants and flatterers. These lackeys, relying on their master's power, were opportunistic, ever-present, observant, and meticulous, always striving to please him. They knew one of the "boss's" vices was womanizing, and to cater to his tastes, they hunted down beauties everywhere, vying for his favor. Some even went so far as to offer their wives to the "boss" for promotion, willing to be cuckolded for the sake of their official positions. Some with unattractive wives and daughters paid escorts to fawn over the "boss," while others painfully "transferred" their lovers.

Once, a trusted confidant heard of a Taoist master in a remote western region who was well-versed in the arts of the bedroom. He went to great lengths, traversing mountains and rivers, to invite him, promising to donate hundreds of thousands of yuan to rebuild a Taoist temple after the matter was settled. Only then did the master reluctantly agree to come out of seclusion.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Shixiong was overjoyed. He immediately put aside all his work and arranged for the Taoist master to stay at a secluded resort in the suburbs. He followed the master closely, seeking his advice on the secrets of sexual intercourse.

The old Taoist explained that Taoism not only emphasizes tranquility and meditation, such as the practice of fetal breathing, but also the health benefits of sexual techniques. Taoist sexual techniques advocate "absorbing yin to replenish yang" and "returning essence to nourish the brain." During intercourse, when a woman reaches orgasm, she secretes a fluid called true yin (also known as primordial yin or yin essence). The man can drink this fluid or absorb it with his penis, thereby enjoying the pleasures of sex and also benefiting his health and longevity.

The saying goes: "One movement without ejaculation strengthens one's energy; two movements without ejaculation sharpen one's senses; three movements without ejaculation eliminate all diseases; four movements without ejaculation bring peace to the five spirits; five movements without ejaculation invigorate the blood vessels; six movements without ejaculation strengthen the back and waist; seven movements without ejaculation enhance the strength of the buttocks; eight movements with ejaculation bring radiance to the body; nine movements without ejaculation ensure longevity; ten movements without ejaculation lead to spiritual enlightenment." ...

Before parting, to ensure the agreement was fulfilled as soon as possible, the old Taoist gave him his treasured "Yin-Yang Cultivation Techniques for the Bedchamber." The old Taoist priest repeatedly warned him: "...When engaging in sexual intercourse, silently apply the secret techniques of controlling women, which will allow you to retain control and not ejaculate, enabling you to have sex with ten women in one night... 'Yin-Yang replenishment' is mostly a Taoist practice that harms others for personal gain, and therefore is considered a heretical path by those who uphold the Taoist tradition... Because of the unique internal energy cultivation method of 'Yin-Yang replenishment,' in order to enable women to quickly release their primordial yin in extreme pleasure, some strange objects or techniques have been developed to greatly increase their lust... The book explains the way and methods of controlling women, but it only explains the principles and methods." It's merely a technique, extremely difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Even among emperors throughout history with thousands of concubines, which emperor could cultivate longevity and immortality through some kind of woman-controlling technique?

On the contrary, most died before reaching their natural lifespan... It is best that you stop here. At this moment, Liu Shixiong was not listening to anything. He just kept saying, "Okay... okay..."

He held the book like a precious treasure, staring greedily at it, his mind already eager to find the secrets of woman-controlling techniques within.

Seeing his greedy eyes, seemingly oblivious to others, the old Taoist frowned repeatedly, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

Afterwards, Liu Shixiong studied the book "Yin Yang Cultivation and the Art of the Bedchamber" with great care, comprehending the secrets of the bedchamber and intensifying his practice. Now, a dark room in the municipal party secretary's office has become a veritable brothel for defiled wives and daughters. The large, comfortable double bed bears witness to its owner's extravagant, decadent, and promiscuous affairs. While the male owner remains constant, the female protagonists constantly change: female officials, female entrepreneurs, female secretaries, female celebrities, female journalists, female writers… There are also women offering their wives for favor, women being forced into sexual favors by their husbands' families, and so on. Some women willingly engage in "sexual bribery," while others are forced or coerced by their husbands, and still others are forced into it out of necessity. …

The elevator stopped on the ninth floor. As the doors slowly opened, a beautiful woman in her thirties, with an elegant demeanor, dignified composure, and a curvaceous figure, strode out. A beautiful and familiar face—it was Wang Ying, the anchorwoman of "People's Focus." To climb to the anchor desk, she made many sacrifices, including using her body to expand her network. However, because she never managed to find any evidence against her, the rumors remained just that—rumors.

Wang Ying's initial "chance encounter" with Liu Shixiong was a year ago at the recording of the TV program "People's Focus." At that time, she was just an unknown editor working behind the scenes. She knew very well that the shortcut for a woman to become famous was through her looks and her body. Wang Ying was very confident in her appearance—tall, fair-skinned, with a proud bust, a wasp waist, and upturned phoenix eyes, she often attracted the greedy gazes of men. She disdained the infatuated and crazy looks of ordinary men, and was secretly known as the "cold beauty" at the TV station, but when facing station leaders or powerful people, she would bloom with a charming and alluring smile. As for relying on her body, she longed to rely on a powerful backer. The short, bald old man with a lewd appearance in front of her was the ruler of this city. If he sneezed, the sky over the city would suddenly darken. He was the backer she longed to climb.

Opportunity only comes to those who are prepared. Seizing an opportunity, she darted forward to her "backer," extending her delicate hand and letting out a clear, sweet, yet cloyingly coquettish voice: "Oh! Isn't this Secretary Liu? It's so nice to see you here..."

She practically pressed her fragrant body against him.

The pretty woman in the business suit before Liu Shixiong was stunning. A tight-fitting purple business suit accentuated her alluring figure. Her fair, rosy cheeks seemed to glow, and her large, clear eyes always held a captivating charm. Her swaying waist was a visual delight. Her

two round, firm breasts were almost within reach. "Oh? You are...?"

Liu Shixiong feigned surprise. In truth, his sharp, predatory eyes had already noticed this flirtatious woman.

Seeing an opportunity, the TV station leader quickly introduced, "This is Wang Ying, an editor for our station's 'People's Concern' program." "A beautiful female editor? You leaders should give young people more opportunities so that you can truly serve as the mouthpiece of the Party and the government, and fulfill the media's supervisory role. You should report more on issues that the people care about, you should..."

Liu Shixiong delivered his speech with feigned seriousness, while simultaneously gripping the female editor's hand tightly, his triangular eyes lecherously staring at the beautiful editor so close to him: beneath her flowing, wavy hair was a beautiful, even somewhat seductive, face; a glimpse of her fair, smooth skin was visible beneath the collar of her white shirt, the outline of her bra faintly discernible; her high, firm breasts, seemingly about to burst free from their restraints, trembled slightly with her excited breathing; following her waist down, stockings under her black skirt accentuated her long, slender legs, giving her an even more sexy and alluring appearance.

Knowing his master's thoughts, the TV station leader couldn't miss this opportunity to flatter her, and quickly instructed her to accompany the city leaders throughout the visit. At the subsequent banquet, she was deliberately arranged to sit next to Liu Shixiong. Understanding his intentions, she shamelessly used her allure to please him. Amidst the fragrant clothes, clinking glasses, and lavish banquet hall filled with delicacies and fine wine, an atmosphere of extravagance permeated the luxurious presidential banquet hall. In the open space at the center of the seating area, a dozen or so young women in their prime danced gracefully in sheer dresses, drawing the attention of everyone present, especially the male guests, who were unable to look away from the exposed arms and legs. However, Secretary Liu was the exception. He was not attracted by the lewdness on stage. Instead, he was focused on the luxurious dishes laid out on the table. His lewd hand easily lifted the short skirt, lingering on the beautiful female anchor's legs, which were already fully open for him, and he had already penetrated her forbidden area.

Wang Ying was already lost in passion, her private parts unable to withstand the stimulation of lustful desire. Her juices flowed like a flood, soaking her panties and leaving a large wet patch on the seat beneath her.

"Your lower body seems to be flooded, hehe!"

he lewdly teased, whispering obscene words in her ear, his fingers immersing in her muddy, wet opening.

"Secretary Liu, you're bullying me? You have to compensate me!"

Wang Ying's cheeks flushed slightly, her breath coming in short gasps, as she buried her head in the shoulder of this older man, about the same age as her father, and began to use her seductive charms.

"How will you compensate me? Physically or emotionally? Haha..."

he chuckled again, his lustful laughter filling the air. The thought of this beauty about to make love to him stirred his desire.

"You're so naughty..."

That very night, Wang Ying and her future "patron," Secretary Liu, made love. ...

Ring...ring...

The phone on the office desk rang. Liu Shixiong slightly turned his chair, picked up the receiver, and said, "Hello!...Um...Okay, let her in."

After hanging up, he leaned back lazily in the large, comfortable swivel chair, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

At this moment, Wang Ying was walking lightly to the office door at the end of the corridor when she suddenly saw Secretary Liu's confidant, Secretary Wang, emerge from the shadows like a ghost, scolding her expressionlessly, "Why are you so late? The boss is waiting for you!

Hurry up and go in!" She hurriedly pushed open the half-closed door for her, and after she entered, she quietly closed the door from the outside.

Wang Ying looked up at the large desk behind her. Secretary Liu was half-reclined in his executive chair, his head not raised and his eyes not open. He said, "You're here? Why are you so slow today? Go wash up and change your clothes, hurry up." His

slow voice was tinged with displeasure.

"Darling, I'm so tired today. Don't wear those clothes this time, okay?"

she said in her usual coquettish tone.

At this moment, the secretary's face immediately darkened, and he said, "Oh? Then you decide what to do!"

Seeing this, she quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll go right now."

As she walked towards the dark room, she muttered to herself, "It's always like this, making me feel terrible for days..."

After spending some time with Liu Shixiong, Wang Ying had figured out his temperament and preferences, especially his somewhat perverse sexual desires. He had a perverse fetish; revealing lingerie could excite him and stimulate his visual senses. The wardrobe in that hidden room was filled with all sorts of sex toys, a dazzling array that resembled a sex shop.

After bathing, Wang Ying came out of the dark room. Liu Shixiong's eyes lit up. He saw that she was wearing tight-fitting pantyhose that exposed her breasts. The material was mesh, and the crotch was open and semi-transparent, revealing glimpses of her figure and highlighting her curves. Her bare back and fragrant shoulders were on full display, her curves exquisite and alluring; the bottomless crotchless design added to her wantonness, and coupled with her seductive eyes and alluring manner, he couldn't resist the temptation before him.

"Am I dressed sexily today?"

she asked, swaying her sexy hips as she walked straight towards him.

As she approached the chair, he couldn't resist pulling her into his arms, his large lips pressing against hers in a passionate kiss. She then gently sat on his lap, her full, rounded buttocks resting between his thighs, her hips undulating slightly.

One of his hands had somehow slipped to her full breasts, gently kneading them, while the other slid down her slender waist to her smooth buttocks, slowly exploring between her already moist pubic hair.

His lower body was pressed between her buttocks, clearly sensing his size; her body suddenly went limp, letting out a soft moan. Her face, as always, flushed crimson, and her entire body collapsed into his arms.

The shrewd Wang Ying wasn't blinded by her desires. She remained clear-headed, forgetting her purpose and obligations in offering herself. Suppressing the waves of lust rising within her, she rose and knelt between his legs, unzipping his trousers and carefully pulling out the familiar penis. A pungent stench of urine assaulted her nostrils; she frowned, then quickly suppressed the odor, opening her sensual lips to take his urethra into her mouth.

Soon, his penis was fully erect, a dark shaft like a pillar reaching for the sky, the glans swollen and large, shaped like a giant mushroom. He, surnamed Liu, possessed all three of the legendary qualities: "black, high, and thick." This was Liu Shixiong's pride and joy, a testament to the extraordinary masculinity he inherited from his ancestors, and also gratitude for the mysterious old Taoist's internal energy cultivation techniques. Wang Ying was terrified when she first saw Liu Shixiong's enormous penis; during intercourse, it stretched her so much she cried for help.

The bright lights in the ninth-floor room of the city government building illuminated the lewd scene beside the desk: Wang Ying's delicate hands were gripping the man's penis, moving them up and down; her small mouth was stretched into an "O" shape, barely able to swallow half of it. She was trying her best to take his penis in, and with his unusually large member, her mouth was almost bursting. She was now kneeling on the floor, serving him like a dog.

Liu Shixiong, with his languid and seductive demeanor, resembled an emperor being served by his concubines. He leaned back in his wide armchair, eyes closed, enjoying the gentle touch of her tongue while vigorously kneading her large breasts, moaning softly as he savored her oral skills.

She slowly licked his penis, already experienced in oral sex, knowing how to use the curling of her tongue and the suction of her lips to make him feel as comfortable as possible.

"Oh, oh," he groaned comfortably, his eyes half-closed, experiencing a blissful sensation.

She licked from the glans to the base of his penis with her tongue, then sucked on each testicle…

The way she devotedly served the man's ugly penis was a stark contrast to the elegant and dignified image she presented to the audience on television.

"Mmm…"

he groaned softly in pleasure. The secretary's lust surged, and his large hands gripped her large, luscious breasts, kneading them vigorously.

Hearing his groans, she felt his erection intensify. Her breasts were being ravaged, and she felt a tingling current coursing through her body, causing her to let out a soft, wanton moan.

At that moment, his blood surged, a tingling sensation ran down his spine, and he was on the verge of ejaculation.

Startled, he immediately adjusted his breathing and silently applied the mental techniques of the "Secret Manual of Controlling Women." Instantly, a surge of powerful true energy flowed from his dantian, rapidly circulating throughout his body… This was the "Semen-Consolidating Method" from the "Secret Manual of Controlling Women."

After suppressing the lust within him, he patted her back. She understood and stood up, tiptoeing backward and landing on the edge of the desk. Her arms supported her slightly reclining upper body, her legs bent and spread outward in a lewd M-shape.

Liu Shixiong adjusted the high-backed leather chair to face her exposed, alluring, full breasts, extending the chair as far under the desk as possible.

Her two delicate feet, clad in high heels, skillfully placed themselves on the armrests of the chair. In this way, the woman's private parts were exposed before him, and his lewd mouth was right against her white, plump, and protruding vulva, the unique scent of a mature woman's private parts wafting towards him.

"...No...it's so embarrassing…"

she murmured, utterly ashamed.

"You're so lewd...you're all wet like this...let me clean you up..."

His thick lips enveloped her sticky, wet vulva.

"Ah...oh..."

She trembled, panting softly. Her vulva was filthy, and her juices flowed incessantly from her vulva.

His tongue skillfully licked her clitoris, then his entire tongue probed into her vagina, stirring inside with the tip.

"Mmm...mmm...so good..."

Her bright red lips opened and closed repeatedly, emitting short moans.

Liu Shixiong's bald head was buried between her smooth, white thighs, the few remaining strands of hair scattered comically on his bare head. He skillfully sucked and teased the most sensitive and tender parts of her body, making her heart and body dance and undulate with the waves of pleasure. His tongue teased that spot like a flame, then spread rapidly throughout her body, every movement, every degree of intensity and speed, made her heart and body tremble together.

Wang Ying felt as if she were on fire, her mind reeling. Her full, plump breasts heaved rapidly, her nipples erect, her face flushed, and her beautiful eyes blazed with lust. She cared for nothing else, only hoping that the bald old man beneath her would release her unbearable desire.

What a lewd scene!

As his long tongue moved in and out of her vulva…

his tongue teased that spot like a flame, then the fire spread rapidly throughout her body. Every movement of his, every subtlety and intensity, made her heart and body tremble.

Wang Ying was utterly frenzied, drenched in sweat, her beautiful hair flying wildly with each movement, panting heavily, her juices spraying everywhere.

He then used his long tongue to stir up and down inside her vagina, faster and faster…

Her beautiful body shimmered with a vibrant color. Stimulated by the bald old man's long tongue, her black hair swung wildly, her pretty face flushed with desire and glistening with sweat, her beautiful eyes gleaming with lust, her sexy mouth panting and moaning, her snow-white, full breasts proudly erect, her bright red nipples standing erect, her smooth, satin-like skin gleaming.

Liu Shixiong saw that she was about to reach the edge of orgasm. He not only wanted her to climax, but more importantly, he wanted her to release her vaginal fluids at the peak of her orgasm. He hurriedly followed the instructions of the "Secret Manual of Controlling Women," pressing his thumb on an acupoint two inches above her clitoris, rotating it left and right, then abruptly releasing it.

"...Ah...ahhh...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to lose it..."

Her body tensed, an extreme pleasure and warmth spreading from her pelvis throughout her body like an electric shock. Her back and thigh muscles trembled violently, her vagina contracted and trembled sharply, the tender flesh of her vagina spasmed, and streams of hot fluid gushed from deep within her cavity...

He opened his mouth wide and sucked greedily, trying to swallow the gushing liquid.

According to the *Yin Yang Harmony Sexual Techniques*, a man's semen is the most precious thing, not only the source of his health but also the source of his life. Each ejaculation damages his vital energy, which can only be compensated for by receiving an equal amount of "yin energy" from a woman. A woman's yin energy is considered inexhaustible and reaches its peak during orgasm.

Under intense stimulation, Wang Ying's body had lost control. Her hair swayed from side to side, and she kept muttering, "Ah... I can't take it anymore... I can't bear it... I'm going to die... Ah..."

At this moment, Liu Shixiong was already burning with lust, his penis erect. He quickly picked up the limp Wang Lina and ran to the dark room, threw her onto the bed, spread her legs, and thrust his rock-hard penis into her wet, sticky vagina. The mushroom-shaped glans, aided by the slippery vaginal fluid, slid into her vagina.

"...Ah... Gently... Yours is too big... Ah..."

She frowned and let out a sharp scream, grabbing his arm tightly, trying to relieve the pain of her vagina being torn apart. Although she had met with Liu Shixiong many times, every time she had intercourse with him, her vagina still couldn't withstand his size, feeling as if it was being torn apart, but it was immediately overwhelmed by the intense pleasure brought to her by this old man.

The sounds of their intercourse, "splish splash," fueled Wang Ying's arousal. Her cheeks flushed crimson. "...Oh...ah...so good..."

she moaned excitedly, her juices flowing freely, soaking the sheets beneath her.

Seeing his opportunity, Liu Shixiong immediately activated the "Secret Techniques of Controlling Women." Instantly, a surge of powerful true energy erupted from his dantian. He adjusted his breathing, channeling the energy to his penis...

Immersed in intense pleasure, her entire body was aroused. Each thrust of his penis deeply penetrated her, then quickly withdrew. Her full vagina tightly gripped his penis, the large glans striking her clitoris with each stroke. A tingling pleasure spread throughout her body. Her thick, dark pubic hair clung wetly to her vulva, her labia turned outwards, his penis stretching her opening wide. The forceful thrusts felt like they were tearing her apart, causing her to cry out in ecstasy: "Oh...ah...it feels so good...ah...mmm..." "Mmm...oh...ah...faster...faster...so beautiful...dear brother...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...go wild...ah...ah...I'm going to lose it again..."

She let out a sharp, excited cry, arching her upper body, her head tilting back, her little cunt contracting and sucking on the glans, her whole body convulsing, an unbearable tingling sensation gushing out a large amount of lustful fluid from her flower core, leaving her weak and utterly satisfied, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed with excitement, the wet lustful fluid hitting the large glans, stimulating the big meat stick like a heated iron rod, making it swell even larger, stretching her little hole even bigger and fuller...

At this moment, his penis's vital energy rose, his seminal gate closed, receiving the breath and absorbing the saliva...greedily drawing in the precious yin essence. The "Yin Yang Cultivation and Sexual Techniques" says: To perform the art of absorbing yin essence, one should take advantage of the woman's opening of her vaginal gate when she ejaculates. Repeated practice allows for multiple extractions of yin essence. The woman experienced extreme pleasure, but while it was initially exhilarating, repeated ejaculations would harm her body, turning pleasure into sorrow and causing unbearable suffering.

Unaware of this, her vaginal fluids gushed forth like a torrent, and she felt her body growing weaker and weaker, completely unable to respond. She felt waves of tingling pleasure burning throughout her body, collapsing limply beneath him, her eyes half-closed, savoring the pleasure of his thrusts. Her full breasts heaved violently, rubbing against his chest, her lewd moans fading: "So good... mmm... mmm... I'm going to die... mmm... mmm..."

She ejaculated again and again, until her body was sore and weak, until she could ejaculate no more... The extreme pleasure and stimulation caused her to faint from exhaustion.

At this moment, he stopped his cultivation technique, pressing down on her and thrusting forcefully, completely ignoring her brief fainting spell. A frenzied, intense thrusting, each stroke hitting her core, roused Wang Ying from her unconsciousness, her limbs and bones relaxing once more.

"Oh... um..."

Suddenly, a low growl shot through his spine as a stream of hot fluid shot deep into her vagina.

Wang Ying felt a surge of heat in her clitoris, once again reaching the peak of pleasure...

The next day, Wang Ying didn't wake from her sweet dream until late morning. However, after several orgasms the previous night, she was exhausted and still weak, lacking the strength to get out of bed.

The intense sex had made her even more alluring, a blush lingering on her charming face. Liu Shixiong watched with satisfaction as a woman, consumed by love, experienced one soul-stirring orgasm after another, her screams echoing through her body. His pride reached its peak.

As a beautiful and charming young woman, she knew how to conquer men, especially powerful men like Liu Shixiong. She already knew what to do. Besides actively cooperating with his unusual sexual demands, she used her feminine charm and tenderness to seduce this lustful and wealthy older man. She became Liu Shixiong's complete mistress.

Wang Ying was originally a woman with an extremely vain heart. Being able to latch onto power and influence, making it easy for her relatives and friends to get things done, made her feel capable and allowed her to put on airs. She was naturally happy to get money from him to supplement her expenses.

Liu Shixiong often told her: "In this city, I am the law, I am the rule, I am justice."

Not long after, a luxury residence appeared under Wang Ying's name.

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