[Urban] White Tiger Mother (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 25

As we spoke, a rich, fragrant scent wafted towards us, a familiar aroma. The women in our village all used this homemade perfume, made from crushed, precious freesia petals mixed with mint.

With the fragrance, a refined and elegant woman gracefully entered through the somewhat chilly wooden doorway.

I rarely saw Ziwei; there was always a barrier between the high and low classes. But seeing her made my blood boil. Ziwei wore a delicate, milky-white cheongsam, perfectly accentuating her graceful and elegant figure. The high collar revealed her long, snow-white neck, and the peach-shaped neckline subtly revealed a glimpse of her lovely, deep, white cleavage.

Her fair wrists, as white as moonlight, were slightly crossed. Her breasts, at least D cup, stood proudly high, swaying with her graceful steps. Even her slightly plump body seemed unable to support her D cup breasts, which bounced slightly up and down. Her flat stomach was tightly clung to by her milky white cheongsam, highlighting her soft waist, which swayed and twisted like a willow as she walked. Her D cup breasts extended down to her private parts, which were slightly concave and embroidered with a lifelike golden phoenix, making her look like an ancient empress.

Yingying walked over, glanced around, and smiled sweetly. Her oval face was incredibly delicate and pink, her arched eyebrows naturally arched, and her smooth forehead was adorned with a high, cloud-like bun. Two strands of black hair fell across her cheeks, giving her an air of infinite charm and captivating gentleness. Yet, her phoenix eyes, like autumn water, darted about, revealing a woman's unique allure and beauty. Her eyelashes were curved, and her straight, delicate nose was far more perfect than any surgically enhanced nose. Her thin, sensual lips, slightly parted, were rosy and full, hinting at a fierce, tigress-like nature, making one want to grab her and devour her.

"Oh my, Sister Ziwei has graced our humble abode! Our room is instantly filled with radiant beauty!"

Even the most beautiful woman, Li Yufeng, couldn't help but admire Ziwei's elegance and praised her.

Ziwei smiled slightly, her small mouth twitching, her phoenix eyes sparkling, and glanced at Li Yufeng, saying, "You brat, you only say nice things, what do you mean by 'radiant beauty'?"

Ziwei didn't notice me, but from the moment she entered the door, my eyes were glued to her exquisite, curvaceous body. As she walked past me, I couldn't help but swallow hard.

My taste is in women with perky buttocks, and Ziwei's most alluring feature was her pair of round, snow-white buttocks, clung tightly to her milky-white cheongsam. With each step, the two fleshy and elastic mounds of her buttocks became less still, swaying up and down with her lotus-like steps. The tight cheongsam accentuated her hips, which had never had children.

The knee-length cheongsam revealed two firm, rounded legs, with a high slit leading to her snow-white thighs. As she walked, the hem of the cheongsam gently lifted, revealing glimpses of white skin.

This is the advantage of the cheongsam; women wear it to be seen by men. That subtly revealed beauty—who wouldn't want to reach under the slit and caress her beautiful buttocks and thighs?

On either side of the buttocks, silver thread embroidered small dragons leaping about, their claws subtly gripping the edges of the high slit, as if these two lustful dragons, being close enough to the water, are constantly taking liberties with this noble, beautiful wife, always ready to

lift the slit to peek at the beauty inside. Then

I think of this so-called "tigress" beauty. Yes, she could have a golden phoenix embroidered in gold thread in front of her—the phoenix representing woman—and small dragons embroidered in silver thread on her buttocks—the dragons representing man. It's like saying, "I'd rather be the head of a phoenix than the tail of a dragon." I don't need to verify whether she's a "tigress" or not; her attire speaks volumes: she looks down on men!

I remember occasionally browsing the internet at school and seeing those female celebrities and car models. They were either bending over, wearing thongs and exposing their entire buttocks, covering their full genitals with tiny strips of cloth, or posing provocatively, showing half their breasts and acting all horny. From a clean perspective, that's a display of female beauty.

But for some perverted men, lecherous guys, and nerdy guys, the intention of those horny women is: "I'm going to bend over with my big butt and half my breasts showing, so your useless penis will just swell up on its own, until it's impotent and you still can't have me, you can't fuck me, so what can you do about it?"

I hate these women the most. When you ravage them, they're not much different from other women. A big penis thrusts into their honeypots, the same cries of agony, the same piece of flesh. It's that irresistible, unfulfilled desire that torments men, making them fantasize about these slutty women, imagining how beautiful and pleasurable it is to have sex with them. But women without clothes are all the same, just pieces of flesh, nothing special.

Yet, this Ziwei in front of me gives me a similar irresistible allure. My heart is pounding, my wild eyes are fixed on her round, full buttocks. Her cheongsam is thin, the edge of her panties is showing, the tight cheongsam clinging to her two fleshy peaks, the openwork cleft in the middle, and the high slit that's barely concealed, fueling my fantasies.

Women are the most sensitive. While they may be pleased with men's lustful gazes upon her alluring curves, they are also wary of men's hearts. Men are all wicked; they all want this kind of exquisite woman. Moreover, she is the most stylish of the Four Beauties, and her family is wealthy, so she can afford any clothes she wants. As

I stared at her so lustfully, she naturally reacted. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye with disdain and disgust. Unlike Li Yufeng, she wasn't surprised by my change in expression, and she didn't look at me directly.

Although her mother was a great beauty in the village, traditional values held a certain awe for the daughters of wealthy families, and she looked at Ziwei with some envy, saying, "Ziwei's here?"

Ziwei giggled, took her mother's hand, and said, "Oh my, look at her! Our Sister Yue risked her life by jumping off a cliff for her son, and she's back looking absolutely stunning!"

Her mother blushed at the praise and said, "Look at what you're saying! Even if I'm stunning, I can't compare to the grandeur of the Feng family's eldest daughter. Look at your outfit, it's almost as good as those celebrities on TV."

Ziwei didn't hold back. When she bent down slightly to look at Xuelan, her plump, shapely buttocks were extremely prominent, and her long, beautiful legs were snow-white and smooth, paired with cool high-heeled sandals. She looked so perfect that it seemed as if she was about to be violated by me lifting her cheongsam from behind.

This woman seemed unlike any of the other three of the Four Beauties of ancient China. The other three had all given birth, and women who have given birth experience varying degrees of expansion in their hips due to uterine dilation. Therefore, the buttocks of my mother, Liu Yue, and Li Yufeng appeared more prominent and rounded, possessing a maternal beauty.

Ziwei, however, had been married for eight years and was thirty years old this year. She hadn't had children, but a thirty-year-old woman is somewhere between fully mature and immature. Therefore, her beautiful buttocks appeared to be a blend of mature femininity and the youthful innocence of a woman before reaching adulthood. This kind of beauty with its mixed charm—no wonder I was so out of control.

I was captivated, and my penis involuntarily began to rise, pointing directly at her upturned buttocks. My mother, seeing my lewd gaze, bit her red lips and glared at me. I immediately suppressed my erection and composed myself.

At that moment, Ziwei felt my burning, lustful gaze fixed on her shapely buttocks. Just as she was about to greet Xuelan, she slightly rose, turned to look at me, smiled gently, and gave me a coquettish glare, saying, "Oh my, isn't this Sister Yue's young master? Why do you seem to enjoy looking at women so much since you've come back? Hmm, it's been a year since I last saw you, and your physique has become like that boxing guy, Black Old Three."

Black Old Three? I smiled awkwardly. Who's Black Old Three? Then I remembered—Black Old Three is the boxing champion Mike Tyson we often see on TV! There's an honest, simple man in our village named Old Three, also dark-skinned and as burly as an ox, with a very abstract appearance, strikingly similar to Tyson. Her analogy is too apt! How come I look like Black Old Three?

Her unapproachable nobility gave me a sense of challenge. Unlike my mother and Qiu Xiang, who were so easy to win over, I smiled slightly and glanced at her proud, magnificent breasts, saying, "Black Third's wife has given him three chubby boys. If I remember correctly, Sister Ziwei hasn't had any children yet, has she?"

"You!"

Ziwei's beautiful face suddenly changed, her phoenix eyes glaring. She was so unrestrained, so high and mighty in the village. She hadn't had children, but no one dared to mention it to her face.

Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty had too many women, which damaged his manhood. He died at only 25, without having given birth to a prince, leading to a weakened imperial line and allowing Jiajing to seize power. No one dared to speak ill of Zhengde.

At this moment, my words surprised Ziwei and made her feel somewhat embarrassed.

The villagers speculated that it was because she brought a golden knife to her wedding night with the village chief that he was probably traumatized. Eight years had passed, and while Li Yufeng's husband did have some issues—low sperm motility—after seeing a doctor, she still gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

Her husband, on the other hand, hadn't shown any signs of pregnancy in eight years. She herself had been heartbroken over this, but what good was heartbreak? Her husband had advised her to divorce him, find a good man, and have a child. Ziwei, stubborn as ever, immediately gave him a good beating.

She refused to believe her husband had any problems. She pushed him down, and after a few thrusts, he ejaculated. The semen was so thin; looking at the pathetic fluid flowing from her vagina, she wept. A hospital examination revealed that her husband suffered from testicular atrophy, resulting in insufficient sperm production. Combined with his age and declining physical condition, there was no treatment available. But she had once loved that man, and being a sentimental soul, she comforted him by saying they could adopt a child if they didn't have one. But who could know the bitterness in her heart?

This was Ziwei's sore spot. My words silenced everyone in the room. They felt I had indeed changed, becoming glib and smooth-talking. The boy who was once so innocent was now full of wicked schemes.

Li Yufeng was a chatterbox, used to the countryside, and had picked up the bad habits of rural women—she liked to gossip and gossip about everyone. But she knew she had a special feeling for Ziwei. Seeing me mocking Ziwei like this, she frowned, glared at me, and said, "Xiaoyao, can't you keep your mouth shut? Why bring up such a sore subject?"

My mother pulled me aside and complained, "You stupid Xiaoyao, how can you talk like that?"

She poked my head hard with her slender fingers.

Ziwei's beautiful eyes were red, the noble elegance from before gone, replaced by resentment and anger. She glared at me, her watery phoenix eyes having already killed me a thousand times over. She was so angry that her breasts heaved violently with her outburst.

I felt I had gone too far, but wasn't I also the kind of person who wouldn't admit defeat? I calmly watched Ziwei's heaving chest. Ziwei, her beautiful eyes still red, looked at her mother, Liu Yue, and said, "Sister Yue, what's wrong with your Xiaoyao? His mouth is like it's made of gags, saying such hurtful things. I just said he was healthy, didn't I? Did he insult him by saying Hei Laosan? Really!"

My mother punched me angrily, then grabbed Ziwei's hand, saying, "Alright, Ziwei, Xiaoyao is being unreasonable. You're the eldest daughter of the Feng family, why are you arguing with this brat? I'll go back and teach him a lesson."

I couldn't help but laugh. My mother was going to teach me a lesson too? I should go back and deal with her. Ziwei is so alluring; she's reignited my desire. Looks like I'll have to go back and "teach my good mother a lesson."

Seeing Ziwei pouting like a child, looking at me with her red lips pouting, I just hate the clan leader's family. What are they? When Ziwei arrived, she had such an arrogant, noblewoman's air about her; I just wanted to deflate her arrogance. Now, even the strongest woman has a fatal flaw. I've achieved my goal, initially making this tigress submit a little, and even making her look so adorably wronged. I said, "Alright, Sister Ziwei, I was just joking. You're allowed to joke with me, but I'm not allowed to joke with you? People from the Feng family are used to joking with others..." "So you can't even handle a joke? I heard you're a kind person in your family, how come you can't even handle this little bit of anger?"

Seeing my smiling face, the atmosphere eased, and everyone chuckled. Seeing Ziwei's reaction, Ziwei gave a soft "humph," unable to suppress her laughter, but like a man, she punched me, laughing and saying, "You brat, you used to be such a good kid, how come you've changed so much since you came back? It's not that I can't take a joke, you…"

Ziwei thought of her arrogance when she arrived and suddenly realized she hadn't taken me seriously. Who am I? Just a mischievous little brat from the village, no wonder she wouldn't be interested in me.

I was jerked to the side by the punch, and chuckled. This was the second time. Li Yufeng had punched me like this when I came back too. Those two tigresses dared to poke me! I'll never forgive them again.

People say that strong people absolutely look down on those who are timid and subservient. In their eyes, these people are not worthy of speaking to them. But if they encounter someone as strong as themselves and get the short end of the stick, they will look up to them and treat them like honored guests. To put it bluntly, they are bullies who prey on the weak; to put it nicely, birds of a feather flock together, and only strong people have the right to speak to each other.

Ziwei probably sensed this, and she looked up to me at this moment. If I were like a pig, just staring at her without daring to show her any respect, then in her eyes I would be nothing more than a third-rate nobody for life.

I smiled and said, "What's wrong with me? I'm fine. I'm still the same carefree person I always was. Have you noticed that I've become more manly?"

"You're so vain, aren't you just a young boy?"

Ziwei giggled, her breasts shaking with laughter, and her alluring eyes held a look similar to Li Yufeng's.

Li Yufeng laughed and said, "Alright, you two, I thought you were going to have a fight. You've made it so tense. Xiaoyao is really not like before. He's so smooth-talking, I wonder how he knows how to flirt with girls. He

's always arguing with me since he came back." I laughed and said, "Hey, Yuyao, I consider you my sister-in-law. You're the one who's arguing with me. I just did 'that' with Qiuxiang, didn't I? Look how anxious you are, like you're jealous. How about this, I'll take you in too, and see if you still argue with me?"

Li Yufeng's pretty face turned red, and she pointed at me with her slender fingers and said, "You, Yang Xiaoyao, you're getting more and more outrageous. Let's see how your sister-in-law deals with you!"

As she spoke, she floated over to hit me, but my mother pulled her back, laughing and saying, "Alright, you two, you're never going to stop."

"What? Xiaoyao, you and Qiuxiang did 'that'?"

Ziwei's smiling words made all five beauties in the room blush. I was the only man in the room, so of course they were careful with their words.

Xuelan looked at the shy Qiuxiang, initially shocked, then showing a loving and beautiful expression. She stroked Qiuxiang's head and said, "Xiaoyao is a good boy. He saved Qiuxiang's life. I'm relieved that my Xiang'er is with Xiaoyao. I'm just afraid that Xiaoyao will look down on our Xiang'er because she's a widow."

Qiuxiang blushed, looked at me, lowered her head, and cried out softly, "Mother..."

The other four beauties all giggled at Qiuxiang's naivety.

Ziwei looked at Qiuxiang, then at me, and said, "Hmm, I think they're a good match. Although Xiang'er is a bit older, 20 years old, and Xiaoyao is 17, right? People say that marrying a woman three years older is like marrying a gold brick. I've heard that Xiaoyao has always been a protector of flowers since he was little, protecting Qiuxiang like he's his own little wife. How about this, Yufeng and I will be your matchmakers, choose an auspicious day, and get married."

Qiuxiang shyly snuggled into Xuelan's arms and said coquettishly, "Sister Ziwei..."

"Ah?"

My mother's expression suddenly changed, and she looked at me in alarm. I was also very embarrassed and lowered my head to give an awkward laugh.

Li Yufeng and Ziwei looked at their mother's behavior strangely and said, "Hey, Sister Yue, your son is getting married and you're a mother-in-law now, why do you seem unhappy?"

Their mother smiled and said, "Ah, no, why am I unhappy? It's just that it's so sudden, I'm afraid my silly boy isn't good enough for Xiang'er."

She then gave me a resentful look, and I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Their mother couldn't bear to part with me; our relationship had already made her reject sharing me with other women.

Xuelan laughed and said, "How could you not be good enough? I'd love to become in-laws with you, then we could be family!"

Their mother forced a smile. Qiuxiang, seeing their mother's expression, naturally knew that there was a mix of joy and hidden sorrow. This karmic entanglement between mother and son would ultimately destroy her deep affection for me, but the reason she liked me so much and so easily accepted our mother-son relationship was because she was deeply attached to me.

Ziwei held Xuelan's hand and comforted her, "Sister Lan, look at you, such a beautiful woman, suffering like this, it breaks my heart."

Xuelan smiled gently and said, "Alas, I've been sickly since I was little, with no cure. When I was young, a fortune teller said I would meet a benefactor in my life. This is an incurable disease, and no one can cure it. I'll meet that benefactor, and he will cure me. Xiang'er's father is considered a benefactor, but my illness is still not cured. That's all. Thank you all for taking care of me."

Li Yufeng smiled and said, "Sister Lan, you and Master Yu..." "Your relationship is good, but you haven't remarried since Master Yu passed away. I see your daughter is almost married, you should think about yourself. Maybe you'll meet a benefactor if you remarry."

Xue Lan blushed and said, "You silly girl, you just speak without thinking. I've only ever had one man in my life, my child's father. So what if I'm sick? Life and death are in the hands of fate. Besides, I'm old and faded, who would want me?"

Zi Wei said, "Oh, Sister Lan, you can't belittle yourself. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Although you're sick, your sickly beauty is still beautiful." Xuelan

laughed. My mother remained silent, just staring at me with a resentful, blank expression. I listened to the women's banter and chuckled along. I looked at my mother, who had lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. I understood her meaning. My mother gave a bitter smile and said, "You all talk. I'll go back and see how things are at home. Come on, Xiaoyao."

My mother reached out her delicate hand and pulled me away. I nodded, and as I turned, I noticed a colorful necklace around Li Yufeng's neck suddenly light up. Li Yufeng probably hadn't seen it, watching us leave. Suddenly, she noticed me staring at her impressive chest. Li Yufeng's pretty face flushed red instantly, and she said irritably, "You brat, where are you looking?"

Ziwei also covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Tell me, why is Xiaoyao so lecherous since he came back?"

I quickly shook my head and said, "No...no, Sister-in-law Yu, the necklace around your neck is very special, where did you get it?"

Li Yufeng then rolled her eyes at me, touched her necklace, and said, "My mother got it from the Luoshen Temple, so what? What's so special about it? I think you're just a little pervert, making excuses to look at other people's..."

After saying that, her pretty face turned red again.

I smiled helplessly and said, "My dear Sister-in-law Yu, what's so interesting about your body? I'm interested in your necklace."

Sister-in-law Yu, however, fell into my trap and said somewhat angrily, "What are you saying? What's not pretty about my body?"

After saying that, she realized she had said the wrong thing, and gave a coquettish "humph," pointing at me for a long time without being able to say anything. This amused Ziwei, who giggled.

I chuckled and said, "I knew it! You think it's beautiful but you won't let people see it?"

Li Yufeng stomped her little feet, came over and lightly kicked me, saying, "You lecher!"

She angrily punched my shoulder with her little fist. Looking at her girlish demeanor, I couldn't resist grabbing her soft, smooth hand. With a gentle squeeze, Yufeng reacted as if electrocuted, her watery phoenix eyes looking at me, instantly mesmerized. Suddenly, she pulled her hand away and punched me, saying, "You lecher, taking advantage of me!"

My mother was surprised by Li Yufeng's behavior, both amused and annoyed, and rolled her eyes at me.

I said, "Okay, okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. Your necklace is very special. My mom told me that it saved her life because of your necklace. I'd like to borrow it for a bit. Can I?"

Li Yufeng, like a spoiled girl experiencing her first love, swayed her hips and pouted, saying, "No way! You lecher!"

My mother laughed and said, "Yufeng, you know what's going on in our family. Your necklace might come in handy. Just lend it to us for a bit."

Only after my mother spoke did Li Yufeng nod, giving me a sidelong glance, and put the necklace... She took the chain off and handed it to me, saying, "Don't break it, and don't lose it, or I'll never forgive you."

I chuckled, really wanting to kiss her full, round lips hard. This woman looked so adorable, her pretty face as red as an apple. I pinched her cheek, and Li Yufeng said, "That's too much!"

My mother and I walked out the door, and I heard Ziwei ask Li Yufeng with a grin, "Yufeng, judging from your expression, you seem to like Xiaoyao too, don't you? Why are you acting like lovers?"

"No, Ziwei, don't talk nonsense."

My mother walked very fast ahead, ignoring me, as if she was angry with me. Looking at her round and plump buttocks encased in her snow-white trousers, swaying up and down with her quick steps, coupled with the allure of Ziwei's cheongsam, I couldn't help myself. My penis instantly became erect. However, we dared not expose our mother-son relationship in public, so I suppressed my desire, quickly caught up with my mother, and pulled her to a corner of the road.

My mother's beautiful eyes were red, and she looked pitiful, on the verge of tears. Her small fists pounded my chest like a little girl's. I grabbed her hand and asked, "What's wrong, Mom?"

My mother bit her red lips and said, "Go ahead and get married. You've bullied me and now you don't want me anymore? What will I do if you get married?"

I chuckled and said, "Silly Mom, when did I say I didn't want you? That was Ziwei's saying. It's not like I want to get married. Besides, if Qiuxiang and I get married, it'll be a cover-up. Our relationship won't be accepted by the world. Qiuxiang knows about our relationship. Even if we get married, I can still be with you, Mom."

My mother was just jealous for a moment . Seeing my innocent look, she couldn't help but laugh through her tears. She tapped my forehead with her

slender, jade-like finger and said, "You naughty boy, at least you have a conscience. Actually...actually, Mom also wants to be your bride." My eyes lit up, and I placed my large hand on my mother's full, round buttocks, kneading it. "Really? You're such a good mother, then I'll marry you."

My mother looked around in alarm, making sure no one was watching. She pushed my hand away and said, "It's so awkward for a son to marry his mother. Come on, let's go home and see."

I slapped my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks hard; even through her trousers, they felt so real, rippling with moisture. It made me really want to immediately take her from behind and love her to the point of ecstasy.

My mother let out a soft "Mmm," punched me lightly, and pulled me to our yard. Two days had passed since my mother left, and nothing had changed. The yard was clean, the gate was closed, and a few chicks were pecking at the rice. My mother, still frightened from last time, grabbed my arm in a panic, her beautiful eyes darting around.

The necklace in my hand was faintly glowing, and I didn't know what it meant. I pulled my mother along and pushed open the door. The house was as warm and cozy as ever. Except for the kitchen, which was a little messy, the rest of the house was spotless

, thanks to my virtuous mother's cleaning. But the necklace suddenly emitted a bright light, detached from my hand, and floated up, hovering in front of me, wriggling as if gesturing for me to go to the bedroom. My mother and I were very surprised. My mother was terrified, her face turning pale. She held my hand tightly, and I comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

A deep, guttural groan suddenly echoed from Dad and Mom's bedroom: "Hmm... How could this be? How could my power weaken? You demon, I can't kill you, nor can I let you humiliate me like this."

"Hmph, you've always wanted to kill me, haven't you? Your magical artifact is gone, and now your immortal power is slowly draining away. I've been waiting for this moment, waiting for your time to run out. I've waited six thousand years. Now, hahaha, I've won! That Liu Yue ran away, it doesn't matter. Six thousand years of fairy body, I've absorbed it all. I am the Demon Lord now! Those ancient, sealed Demon Lords will have to listen to me!"

Hearing this sinister male voice, Mom covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes widening, her face deathly pale as she stared at the bedroom door. She recognized that terrifying voice.

"Ah...you..."

the woman screamed, hearing the sound of clothes being torn. "Um...no, I won't give in! Take your demonic hands away!"

"Ah...such full breasts, Qiaoqiao, this buttocks, and that plump white tiger, it's just as tempting as Liu Yue! This is the feast that we demons of the Desire Realm crave! Mmm...so fragrant, a woman from six thousand years ago, an ancient fragrance! Hahaha, look, your nipples are standing up, and your white tiger, it's dripping wet inside! You still want to kill me? Look at yourself, you want it too!"

"Ugh, no, this isn't my will! I'll kill you!"

the woman cried out, then suddenly said, "Father, save me! I don't want this!"

My mother grabbed my clothes and said, "Xiaoyao, quickly save her!"

I was stunned for a moment. The demon my mother was talking about was so powerful, how could I save her? I saw the necklace floating in front of me, writhing as if it were alive. It rushed towards the bedroom door a meter away, only to be blocked by something, making a hissing sound. The necklace seemed to be able to talk, squeaking and chirping, before falling to the ground, smoking. I was even more puzzled. What was that in front of the door?

I remembered Yu'er saying that she was being coerced by this devil to go to the pool at the bottom of the valley to catch a mermaid. That pool had a barrier, which was why the devil couldn't get in. Could there be a barrier here too?

I picked up the smoking necklace, and it seemed to come alive again, writhing and pointing towards the bedroom door. I grabbed the necklace and tried to walk towards the bedroom door. Unlike before, the necklace didn't burn. Instead, it started to heat up, squeaking and chirping happily in my hand.

I pushed open the door and was startled. The bedroom bed was littered with torn pieces of white cloth. My father, his rough, dark buttocks bare, was gripping the enormous breasts of a breathtakingly beautiful woman. His thick, menacing penis was pressed against the struggling woman's plump, white vulva, ready to penetrate.

The woman's tearful eyes widened, and she cried out joyfully, "Father, it really is you!"

I froze. Suddenly, the necklace emitted a blindingly bright light, a powerful beam of light shooting out and striking my supposed father's head in his panic.

"Ah! No, how could this be? How could her magic artifact return? Ah, no, I can't fall asleep, I can't fall asleep..."

With that, my father collapsed onto the bed, his dark, gaunt face slowly returning to normal.

I breathed a sigh of relief, watching the beautiful woman on the bed shyly close her wanton, spread legs, and look at me, saying, "Are you really Daddy?"

"Me?"

I was stunned. I went over, shook my father, and then took a sheet to wrap the beautiful woman in. The beautiful woman looked at me, suddenly threw herself into my arms, and said, "It's you, you're Daddy! Shennong said I would see Daddy someday. Qing'er was turned into a human by you, and that's how I found out my Daddy was here. Daddy, I've finally found you!" Holy

crap, when did I get a daughter? Qing'er? Could this beautiful woman be Luo Xian? Is she the fairy Qing'er was talking about?

My mother timidly walked in, saw my father lying on the bed, came over, shook him, and called out, "Master."

"Grandma..."

The beautiful woman's call startled my mother, who looked at her blankly. Who was she calling Grandma?

My mother said timidly, "Are you calling me?"

The beautiful woman nodded and said, "Wu Ming is my father, so of course you're my grandmother."

I was stunned and immediately said, "Girl, don't joke around, my mother is so young... Hey, aren't you Luo Xian?"

The beautiful woman nodded and said, "Yes, I am Luo Xian."

My mother stroked Luo Xian's head and said, "This child is probably scared silly. I don't even have a granddaughter, and someone is already calling me grandmother. What's going on? How could you be Xiao Yao's daughter? And, is my husband alright?"

Now it was Luo Xian's turn to be confused. She looked at my mother and said, "Oh, he's fine. The demon in his body has entered a dormant state. You called my father Xiao Yao?"

Then she looked at me and said, "Aren't you my father Wu Ming?"

I chuckled. Having transmigrated once, I was completely confused. I need to sort out this mess. "A mess of relationships," I said. "Luo Xian, let's take it slow. Although we've never met, didn't Shennong tell you? Wuming is dead, killed by Taihao. I'm just someone in this world who looks a lot like your father."

Luo Xian nodded and said, "I know, but Shennong said that you are actually one person, born of the same father. Wuming back then was Wuming, and Wuming now is still Wuming, only your name has changed."

Luo Xian looked at her mother and said, "Do you remember when you got pregnant out of wedlock?"

Her mother nodded and said, "Yes, I remember. Do you know who Xiaoyao's father is?"

Luo Xian said, "He was also called Wuming, but he was the first generation Wuming. Wuming is the beginning of all things. You later people call him Pangu, but he was actually called Wuming, the first generation Wuming. My father was the second generation Wuming."

"Pangu? You mean, my father is Pangu?"

I said, bewildered.

Luo Xian said, "Yes, after the first generation of Nameless gave birth to the second generation of Nameless, his essence was drained by Hua Xu, the mother of Taihao. The essence of the first generation of Nameless was hidden in Hua Xu's body. Later, Hua Xu died, and the essence of the first generation of Nameless was hidden away. His consciousness was still clear. After the second generation of Nameless was killed by Taihao, he also hid the essence of his own son. He hid it for six thousand years until that day when he saw a woman who looked very much like the mother of the second generation of Nameless, and he made her pregnant. The child born was actually the second generation of Nameless."

My mother and I understood at the same time and felt a little unable to accept it. We had suddenly become Pangu's son and wife. I asked, "Then how come you are my daughter? Aren't you Taihao's daughter?"

Luo Xian said with tears in her eyes, "Taihao deceived us. He used a bewitching spell to erase my childhood memories. I knew I was born to him. My mother was a mermaid princess who fell in love with the second generation of Nameless." The second-generation Nameless One transformed my mother into a human, giving birth to me. However, Taihao, in order to seize my mother, actually... killed my father, and then bewitched us, making my mother and me believe that I was his child. It wasn't until he went mad and was imprisoned by Feng'er that the bewitching spell on me was lifted, and I remembered what had happened before. I had always wanted to kill Taihao, but Feng'er wouldn't allow me to. Later, I heard that Feng'er died and was buried at the foot of Phoenix Mountain wrapped in Kunlun jade. Taihao disappeared without a trace. I

sighed and said, "Feng'er is dead?"

Luo Xian nodded and said, "She was a good person. I used to call her Aunt. Actually, she loved you even more than my mother. Father, I heard her say that you wronged her."

I nodded sadly, and my mother asked in confusion, "Who is Feng'er?"

I said, "She's the Goddess Nuwa I mentioned to you, the Goddess Nuwa we worship on Phoenix Mountain."

My mother said in surprise, "Goddess Nuwa loved you too?"

Luo Xian smiled and said, "Grandma, you don't know, my father hurt Feng'er terribly."

Mom said as if recalling something, "No wonder Yu Feng said that the white jade statue of Goddess Nuwa looked like a real person."

I was stunned. Could it be that Feng'er was also alive? The villagers said that the sound of a woman crying sadly could often be heard from the temple at night. I nodded and said, "I think Feng'er is still alive, but she's a mortal. How could she have survived until now?" I

then asked Luo Xian, "Luo Xian, how have you survived until now?"

Luo Xian blushed and said, "This... I... I think Yu'er told you something. Actually, that time when Taihao and I went to Tianwu Mountain, I drained that old immortal. He was an immortal. After I drained him, I became a fairy, an immortal fairy, for six thousand years. Until recently, I found that my immortal power was gradually disappearing. I think my time is up. Shennong told me that my time will come in six thousand years. As long as I find you, Father, I can become a mortal and experience birth, aging, sickness, and death. Father, don't you remember? Shennong was your master."

How could I remember? I asked, "I don't know any of this. I've been to your era, but my memories are from this time. How can I turn you into a mortal?"

Luo Xian looked at her gentle and kind mother, her pretty face blushing, and said, "I... actually, as long as I have intercourse with Father, I can become a mortal. Father is the second generation of Wuming, with the ability to create all things. Your essence can turn mermaids and fairies into mortals."

My mother blushed. Qing'er had told her that my essence turned Qing'er into a mortal, but she didn't believe it herself. However, this girl in front of her, in principle, was also my daughter, only a somewhat vague one.

I said, "I can do that, but isn't being a fairy good?"

Anyway, I didn't think she was my daughter. I was still young, how could I have a daughter? But according to what she said, she was my daughter, so what? I've already done that with my own mother, what's there to be afraid of with my own daughter?

Luo Xian said weakly, "Father, I miss you. I remember how much you loved me when I was little. But you died after I lifted the spell. I just want to see you. My time is up today, and I don't want to be wiped out as soon as I see you. I want to be a mortal like you."

Perhaps it was the memories of my past life that moved me. Luo Xian nestled in my arms, panting softly, and said, "Father, I've loved you since I was little. Unfortunately, I was tricked by Taihao's spell and lost my virginity. Do you want me to be wiped out?"

I looked at my mother. She knew what I was going to do. Her pretty face flushed, and she gave me a reproachful look before swaying her plump hips out of the room, closing the bedroom door

behind her. Luo Xian hooked her jade-like arm around my neck. Looking at her perfect face, the sheet covering her slipped down, revealing a pair of huge breasts comparable to Ziwei's. I had been aroused by Ziwei's charm for a long time, and I grabbed Luo Xian's breasts with my large hands, lowering my head to kiss her lips, which were burning with excitement.

"Mmm...Daddy."

Luo Xian writhed in my arms like a water snake, her weak little hands untying my belt. She gasped and grabbed my burning hot penis, hooking her arms around my neck and pressing me against her.

Her own hands guided my penis to her plump, white tiger-like vulva, already dripping wet.

I thought of Ziwei's alluring appearance, grasping Luo Xian's large breasts as if grasping Ziwei's proud breasts, kneading them, and thrusting my hips. With a "squelch," my penis slid into a wet, tight place.

Ziwei's seductive appearance seemed to appear before my eyes, and I excitedly used my hip strength, my penis pounding in Luo Xian's wet passage, dozens of thrusts at a time.

Luo Xian's power was pouring out, trembling weakly with each of my impacts.

I thrust endlessly for ten minutes, unaware of what my mother was doing outside. I mistook Luo Xian for Ziwei, flipped her over, and raised her snowy buttocks, as if Ziwei had raised her buttocks in front of me. My big penis slid in smoothly and slammed hard against Luo Xian's buttocks, as if I were fucking Ziwei until her black hair flew wildly.

Finally, at the moment when Luo Xian's power was exhausted, I seemed to see Zi Wei, drenched in sweat, with my large penis pressed firmly against her clitoris. My glans was numb, and I could almost see Zi Wei turning her head and saying seductively, "My dear, carefree husband, shoot inside, fill my fleshy hole, I want it, I want to have a child, I want to be a mother, I want to have a child for you."

Zi Wei's nobility and elegance filled me with nostalgia. I finally ejaculated, trembling, and as I released the last drop of semen into Luo Xian's passage, a beautiful scene appeared in my mind: a pink and lovely girl being held in the arms of a strong man, running on the beach, and a stunning beauty, her breasts half-covered by the sea, watching the father and daughter with a gentle smile.

Was this a memory from my past life? This is truly my daughter. I once used my lifeblood to create her, and today I use my own lifeblood to bring her back to life. Tears of fatherly love welled up in my eyes and dripped onto the ground where we were joined. Suddenly, I heard Luo Xian let out a deep, long howl. Her slender waist, like a water snake, twisted in my arms, her snowy buttocks swaying gently, and her bones seemed to writhe.

Luo Xian seemed to be undergoing a rebirth. As a bright light overflowed from her mouth, she began to howl in pain, like a woman giving birth. The pain of rebirth made her tremble, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat.

Then, Luo Xian let out a baby's first cry. I held her tightly like a father, and she finally stopped, resting her head on my shoulder, murmuring, "Daddy, I want you to hold me and take me to the beach."

I closed my eyes tightly, stroking Luo Xian's smooth back, and said, "Daddy will take you." "

Sister Yue, who's screaming so pitifully? Is Xiaoyao bullying someone's girl?"

Hearing Li Yufeng's voice, I suddenly snapped out of my fatherly role.

"Yufeng, don't go in, sigh..."

My mother couldn't stop Li Yufeng no matter what she did.

Li Yufeng pushed open the bedroom door, only to be stunned by what she saw. Even she, with her experience, had never witnessed anything like it. A beautiful young girl's body was nestled in her arms, her buttocks raised, her legs wrapped around her waist. Her enormous, shockingly large penis was firmly inserted into the girl's plump, white vulva. Because the girl's buttocks were raised, a section of her bulging, veiny penis was exposed. At the perfectly joined point, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid was squeezed out, slowly sliding onto the sheets as the girl gently twisted her snowy buttocks…

Li Yufeng screamed "Ah!"

, covered her flushed face, and ran out of the bedroom…

Chapter 26 Rewritten Version ( without time travel)

********** ... Chapters 5 through 15 are basically new; the later parts have been slightly modified, and the time-travel element has been removed. The plot has evolved to the protagonist falling off a cliff and being imprisoned by Nuwa for a year. Why? Because he touched Nuwa's leg, and Nuwa was furious, imprisoning him the moment he fell off the cliff. This was the only way to write it; otherwise, a major overhaul would be too much for me. The fantasy elements and the two mermaids are retained. I like Qing'er, the mischievous little girl. Yu'er is gone; her personality is too weak, and my characterization was a failure. Nuwa is now a combination of Feng'er and Luo Xian. Whether the black-clad man in the village is Taihao will be revealed later. As for my character overhaul, I wonder if the moderator agrees? I rewrote it strictly according to the moderator's rating criteria.

If you agree, that would be even better; I've already done a major overhaul. If you don't agree, you can delete my account. It

's been hard work; I've been revising it whenever I had a spare moment these past few days. I don't know if everyone likes it, but please bear with it. **************** ... It's inserted into the beautiful orifice of a human mother, and she is my daughter. When I saw that scene on the beach, I already considered myself Nuwa's father. I patted Nuwa's buttocks and said, "Good daughter, what should I do?" Nuwa said, "This lust demon is very powerful. It was created when Father and Grandmother had intercourse. This kind of demon born from mother and child is the most difficult to deal with. So, the one who tied the knot must untie it. Back then, you could have intercourse with Grandmother and create this thing, and you could also have intercourse with her and destroy it. Now it's hiding in this man's body." "It'll be easier to deal with him inside." Nuwa looked at me and said, "Father, is he your adoptive father?" I nodded and said, "Yes." Nuwa said, "When his mortal body wakes up, you and Grandma will have sex in front of him. It will definitely make him so angry that he dies. Demons are most afraid of this breath. When a person dies, the breath they hold can suffocate the demon inside. Of course, this man will also die. Only when he dies can the demon be trapped and suffocated." I knocked Nuwa's head and said, "My Goddess Nuwa, what kind of bad idea is this? He is my adoptive father. He has raised me. Although he is not good to my mother, he is still my father. You want me to anger him to death? My mother will not agree." Nuwa breathed weakly and said, "This is the only way. If we don't do this, when this thing comes out, everyone in your village will suffer. I am the only fairy left in the immortal realm. I am no longer a fairy. No one can deal with him." I was very willing. I had sex with my mother before, but my mother might not agree. She still had feelings for my father. I watched as Nuwa fell asleep in my arms after she finished speaking. She was too weak, her life force waning. I dressed her in animal skin, pulled down the skirt that still exposed her round, pert buttocks and vulva, and pulled a blanket over her to make her sleep on one side of the bed. I put on my own pants and looked at my dark, thin father. Actually, I couldn't bear to let him die. Although he never gave birth to me, raising me for sixteen years wasn't easy. I just hated him for hitting and torturing my mother. Just then, I heard Li Yufeng complaining outside, "How could your Xiaoyao do this? Aren't you going to do anything about it? I feel like you two have been acting strangely since you came back. Aren't you ashamed of him doing that in broad daylight? Oh my, it's so embarrassing! Sister Yue, who is that woman?" My mother couldn't explain for a moment, and she didn't dare to mention my relationship with her. Of course, I wasn't ashamed to hear my son having sex with Nuwa, because I had also been so passionate with my son. I looked at the bedroom with a hint of jealousy and said, "Goddess Nuwa." "What?" Li Yufeng exclaimed, touching my mother's head and saying, "Sister Yue, are you running a fever? Xiaoyao dares to touch Goddess Nuwa? Goddess Nuwa is just a legend, how could she be with Xiaoyao... Oh my, it's so embarrassing." Li Yufeng covered her bright red face and stopped talking. "I don't know either," Mom said, somewhat incredulously. "That girl really looks exactly like the statue in the Nuwa Temple." Li Yufeng still didn't believe it and said, "Sister Yue, did you fall off the cliff and mess up your brain? I haven't even asked how you got up the cliff yet!" Mom smiled gently and said, "Sigh, for the past year, I don't know if I've been dreaming. Nothing happened before, but since the day Xiaoyao fell off the cliff, strange things have been happening one after another. You don't believe me even when I tell you. You saw me go to pray to the Goddess Nuwa that day, right? You still don't believe me." "Really," Li Yufeng said, resting her chin on her hand as she recalled that scene. "But I just can't believe that the Goddess Nuwa is in there. They... they're still... that?" As soon as she finished speaking, I opened the bedroom door, dressed neatly, holding the necklace Li Yufeng had given me, as if nothing had happened. When Li Yufeng saw me let out a soft moan, her peach-blossom face turned even redder. She didn't dare look at me, saying, "Don't be ashamed, don't be ashamed, in broad daylight..." Then, the scene she had witnessed flashed through her mind again: a young girl with her buttocks raised, my enormous penis forcefully inserted into her, and I ejaculated inside her. She had never seen such a large penis in her life, let alone tasted one. At this moment, this incredibly beautiful and fiery mature woman was filled with longing. If she could taste that unparalleled penis she had seen, she wondered if she would experience ecstasy. Thinking about it, she felt somewhat shameless, shyly biting her red lips, glancing at my crotch. My penis had just softened, and my crotch was bulging so large, exactly what a grown man should have. Recalling the changes in her body since I returned, she couldn't help but sit on the sofa, her beautiful legs, clad in red trousers, clenching together her thighs, feeling a slight itch inside. Thinking of my enormous size, she felt even more empty. I chuckled and deliberately asked, "Sister Yu, what did you see? It's not like you haven't seen it before." I looked at my mother, who rolled her eyes at me and squeezed her firm, round legs together. Could it be that my mother was also tempted? Yu's face turned as red as an apple. She was still glancing at my crotch, and the shameful fantasies she was having made as a woman made her want to disappear. She bit her bright red lips and let out a soft moan, "You...you're shameless." She felt ashamed as she said those words. I chuckled and said, "Fine, I'm shameless. Here's your necklace back." After snatching the necklace, Li Yufeng saw her mother smiling silently. She, who was usually so quick-witted, was speechless now. Blushing, she said to her mother, "Why is your Xiaoyao like this? I'm leaving." With that, she got up and swayed her full, round, beautiful buttocks, encased in red trousers, as she walked away. When she reached the door, she saw me staring at her buttocks and was so ashamed that she deliberately twisted her waist, her beautiful buttocks swaying as she went out. Mom smiled as she watched Li Yufeng walk away, then gently slapped my bulging crotch and said, "I saw it all. Yufeng seemed quite interested in your thing. She kept glancing at it. Did she see it just now? How did it grow so big? It wasn't this big when I gave birth to you." I hugged Mom's voluptuous body tightly. Mom let out a soft moan, her pretty face flushed. She didn't care about our mother-son relationship anymore, looking at me with seductive eyes. I squeezed her full, round breasts, kissed her sexy lips, and released her, saying, "Good Mom, don't you like your son's big thing?" Mom looked around the bedroom and outside with some concern, then pushed my hand away, saying, "No, it's broad daylight. What if someone sees us and comes over?" I chuckled, got up, and drew the curtains and locked the door. It was almost afternoon. I hugged my relieved mother, pinning her down completely, and began to caress her through her thong. The man with the tuxedo suddenly kissed his mother's rosy, full lips, pried open her pearly teeth with his tongue, frantically licked her gums, and intertwined with her fragrant tongue.

My mother moaned softly, pushing me away with a coy, alluring demeanor. Sitting on the sofa, she shifted restlessly, trembling from my kisses. My large hands kneaded her ample breasts, sliding down to her flat stomach, then further down to her lower abdomen, where her vulva, now more prominent due to her sitting position, was visible. Even through her pants, I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch; it was slightly damp.

I then remembered why her legs had been pressed together when I left. Hearing my union with Nuwa, she had become aroused herself, and her tight legs weren't to hide from me, but to hide from Li Yufeng.

I pulled away from her sensual lips. She looked at me with seductive eyes, her delicate face flushed, her skin so moist it seemed you could squeeze water from it. Her eyes, now watery and misty, captivated me. Looking down at her legs, which were opening and closing, I saw a damp patch, and her buttocks were still shifting restlessly on the sofa.

My mother shyly closed her legs, panting, and playfully hit me, saying, "Isn't this all your fault? You abandoned your mother and left me alone."

I apologetically hugged my mother, kissed her rosy cheek, and said, "Good mother, I was wrong. Wasn't that saving a life? My granddaughter, my daughter, was dying, and this was the only way to save her."

My mother traced lines on my face with her slender fingers, saying jealously, "You have another woman?"

I smiled wryly and said, "Yes."

My mother said coquettishly, "Then how many more women do you want? Which one am I to you?"

I laughed and said, "Look at my silly mother, you're not like my mother at all. I'm the son you've raised with such care for sixteen years. You carried me for ten months. Although there's something wrong with the paternity, we're still blood relatives."

My mother said coquettishly, "What do you mean by illegitimate paternity? You naughty boy, are you saying you're a bastard?"

I chuckled and said, "Yes, I am a bastard, and you're a bastard mother."

My mother playfully punched my chest and said, "You naughty boy..." "You naughty boy, speaking of which, you were born strangely, weren't you? You're actually the father of the goddess Nuwa! And I've been promoted too, I'm a grandma now! Do you think Mom's been dreaming about this all year?"

I buried my head in my mother's fragrant breasts, breathing in the scent of her maternal love. My head was still nestled between her breasts, and she giggled, playfully slapping my head, saying, "Why are you digging like a little pig?"

I chuckled, lifted my head, and kneaded my mother's breasts, saying: "Mom, hearing you say that reminds me of a saying."

Mom stroked my head affectionately and said, "What saying? You haven't been serious since you came back, you even flirted with your sister-in-law Yu."

I laughed and said, "There's a saying, 'Good cabbage is always eaten by pigs,' do you think your son is like a piglet trying to eat Mom's big cabbage?"

Mom lightly tapped my head and giggled, her amused laughter making her ample breasts tremble, which made my heart flutter. I grabbed them and kneaded them. Mom laughed, her pretty face flushed, and she looked at me reproachfully, saying, "You silly boy, I was just joking. You actually picked up on that! How can you talk about yourself like that? You're my darling, not some piglet, and I'm not some cabbage."

I laughed and kissed her full, sexy lips as she spoke. Mom let out a soft "Mmm" and, panting, touched my crotch, saying, "Son, you and that Nuwa really tormented me just now. I want it. Give me a turn, and I'll go cook for you."

Looking at Mom touching my crotch, her face full of lust... My mom is much more open now. I've taught her to be less reserved, and being in her prime, she looked at me expectantly. I patted her shapely buttocks behind the sofa and said, "Mom, do you really want that much?"

My mom bit her red lips and nodded, her eyes full of allure, and said, "It's all your fault. You have to take responsibility."

I think my mom is getting cuter and cuter, just like Xiaoyun from my school days. She'd always act cute and charming towards me, making me swoon. That's a signal! Women only act cute towards the men they love. I know Xiaoyun likes me, and I'm absolutely certain my mom loves me too.

Thinking back, I realized I didn't know how Xiaoyun was doing after a year away. I chuckled and kissed my mother's lips, asking, "Why?" My

mother paused, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "Mom can't live without you. I don't want you to be taken away by another woman. You know, in the year you've been gone, your father has bullied me every few days. It felt like I was living in hell. Now it's all good. I have a son now. I'm not afraid of being struck by lightning. After suffering so much, this is the happiest time of my life."

I understood. My mother had suffered. People often develop a greedy desire when they suddenly receive immense happiness after extreme suffering, wanting everything they can have.

Unofficial history says that Heshen, China's most corrupt official, was poor and looked down upon as a child. After becoming an official, he amassed a fortune and became the richest man in the Qing Dynasty.

Isn't my mother the same? After suffering so much, she has finally broken through the taboo between mother and son. She no longer cares about ethics; she only wants to enjoy the pleasures of love with her beloved son.

The reason I'm rambling on is that I don't want to reveal Nuwa's solution. If I did, Mom would definitely object. Doing that kind of thing with her son in front of her husband—first, I couldn't accept it myself, and second, it would really infuriate Dad.

My eyes reddened as I looked at Mom. All I could do was give her a light, fleeting kiss. Mom, noticing my reddened eyes, immediately cupped my head and said, "What's wrong, son?"

I tried my best to hold back my tears and said, "Mom, you've suffered so much. Who caused it? My heart aches for you. How much suffering have you endured this past year? How much anger have you suffered? In these seventeen years, apart from these few happy days spent with me, when have you had a good day? You raised me from infancy, changing my diapers and feeding me. Even now, I'm still so playful, with no time for you. Now that I'm in middle and high school, I live at school and can't come home even once a month. I know you miss me, you wait for me, you hate..." "You can't count a month as a day. You just waited for me so foolishly. Even if I came home in the middle of the night, you would be lying on the table waiting for me, heating up my food, making sure I didn't get bitten by mosquitoes. My dear mother, you've lived your whole life for your son."

My tears fell in a steady stream. My mother, listening, was already in tears. She hugged me tightly, trembling slightly. Every word I said pierced her heart. She, she had only one son in her heart all her life. Everything she did was for her son. Staying up all night waiting for him to come home, jumping off a cliff, encouraging her son to grope and molest his sacred mother, and now she had given her own body to her own son.

My mother said in a trembling voice, "Xiaoyao, you've grown up. You finally understand my good intentions. You're the only one in my heart. I live for you."

I said all this to get my mother to make up her mind, but I still couldn't. I held my mother's head and said, "Good mother, there's something I don't want to force you to do, but if we don't, we'll both die."

My mother wiped away her tears and asked, "What is it?"

I said, "Do you remember the demon inside Daddy's body?"

My mother trembled at the mention of this. That thing was too terrifying. My mother's face turned pale, and she looked at the bedroom door and said, "Didn't Goddess Nuwa say he was asleep?"

I said, "No, Mom, he'll wake up at night. Originally, only Nuwa could subdue him, but now Nuwa isn't a goddess anymore. No one can deal with him. If he comes out, not only will he occupy Daddy's body, but everyone in our village will die."

My mother said, "Then what should we do?"

I stammered, "Nuwa said... Nuwa said that the demon was created when her father and grandmother had sex. The one who tied the knot must untie it, so let... let us, mother and son, have sex in front of the father who is hiding the demon, and we can destroy the demon."

"This..."

I wasn't wrong. My mother couldn't accept it. Although she doted on me, only a heartless person would do something like this. Although my father had a bad temper, he was kind at heart. The reason he beat her so badly, raped her, and tormented her was because the demon had entered his body.

My mother looked at me and said, "Will this work? What if your father sees us then? No way! How can I be with my son in front of my husband... Oh my god, this is terrible! Who came up with such a horrible idea?"

Seeing my mother's wide-eyed stare, I decided to tell her the truth. I said, "Dad will wake up in a little while. Nuwa's idea is that when Dad wakes up, we, mother and son, will make him so angry he'll die. If we hold our breath, we'll suffocate the demon completely, and then there will be no danger."

"No way!"

My mother suddenly pushed me away, trembling as she said, "You want me to make your father die of anger? What are you up to?"

I said helplessly, "It wasn't my idea, it was my so-called daughter Nuwa's idea. I know it's a terrible idea, but she was a goddess before, and you've seen how terrifying that thing is."

"No, no, Xiaoyao, that's your adoptive father! Without him, there would be no us, mother and son! Can you bear to watch your father die of grief?"

I felt this was going too far, so I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, Dad raised us, but think about how much suffering you've endured—it's all his fault. It's not that your son is ungrateful; it was unavoidable. The devil is in Dad's body. I don't want Dad to die, but if he doesn't, we'll all die. If Mom doesn't want it, I'm willing to die with you. I don't care."

My mother looked at me sadly and said, "Isn't there any other way?"

I shook my head and said, "No."

My mother sighed softly and said, "Perhaps this is fate. People say the White Tiger brings bad luck to husbands, and it's come true for me. I...I...sigh..." "..."

I rubbed my mother's ample breasts and said, "Mom, didn't you want to... not be so kind? From now on, this family belongs to us, mother and son. If Dad is still alive, he'll find out sooner or later, and wouldn't he beat us to death?"

My mother thought for a moment, smiled bitterly, and said, "I thought about this on the way back. Since that's the case, well, fine then. We've already committed this sin, mother and son. I'm not afraid of being struck by lightning. I'll repay your father's kindness in the next life."

I breathed a sigh of relief, excitedly rubbing my mother's ample breasts, and picked her up. My mother let out a "Hey!" and hooked her arms around my neck, looking at me sadly and saying, "Son, we're committing murder."

I raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "What's there to be afraid of? A year ago, I committed murder to save Qianru's life."

"What?"

My mother looked at me in surprise.

At this moment, Dad was calling in a low, hoarse voice from the bedroom, "Water, water, I'm dying of thirst..."

Mom and I exchanged a glance, our hearts pounding. We were really about to commit murder, and the target was her husband, my adoptive father.

05-18
Chapter 27

My fairy-like mother's beautiful eyes were lightly closed, as delicate as a flower, her small, pert nose occasionally twitching, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if struggling in pain, or perhaps enjoying the broad embrace of her son, giving her the tolerance and caresses a woman should have. Mom's soft, delicate body was quietly held in my arms, ignoring Dad's soft calls from the bedroom.

Could we break through this insurmountable psychological barrier, pursuing the highest realm of the taboo between mother and son? Human relations are paramount. Although Mom and I had already had three frenzied sexual encounters, entering and exiting her tight, tender vagina countless times, Mom had experienced the ecstatic pleasure of being a woman these past few days.

This pleasure wasn't given by other men, but by the pain of carrying her child for ten months, her once tight, pink opening now five times larger, the excruciating pain of giving birth to this son.

Seventeen years later, she willingly allowed her son to insert that piece of flesh—no!—that belonged to her, a huge, hard, iron-like male organ, into the mysterious harbor where she had given birth to him, like her own man, rampaging through her tender passage, adorning her flower that had never been touched by a man, making every cell, every inch of tender flesh in her passage spasm, shamelessly accommodating her son's rebellious behavior, she gladly accepted it, twisting her waist and swaying her hips, indulging in pleasure, not treating this seventeen-year-old boy as her son, but as the man with whom she had legitimately consummated their marriage!

It was against the heavens!

What mother would allow her son to be so depraved towards her? What son could possibly yield to his mother's coy, alluring demeanor, allowing her to give him the roughness of a man and the climax of a woman?

Would he still be a qualified mother? And now, in front of his rightful husband, would he be having sex with his son?

His mother's long eyelashes fluttered painfully, her teeth gently biting her full, red lower lip. The mature woman's scent wafted from her nostrils, a scent that filled him, as her son, with a sense of guilt and a surge of desire. This was his mother's scent—the scent of a wife, a mother, a mature woman's gentle and compassionate struggle.

I was mesmerized. From the moment his mother offered herself to him, I abandoned all social ethics. I wanted nothing more than to possess this woman I loved most. Slowly, I lowered my head and gently kissed his mother's red lips, trying to comfort her, to give her strength. Having reached this point, the arrow shot out was like the molten lava essence that had entered his mother's beautiful orifice—unrecoverable.

My desire was fully unleashed at that moment. Years of hatred for my father, and deep love and affection for my mother, fueled my passion. My breath, hot and masculine, sprayed onto her beautiful face. My left arm embraced her delicate back, my right hand around her firm, rounded thighs. Like holding my beloved woman, I looked at her and kissed her sweet, soft lips.

"Mmm..."

My deep kiss pried open her teeth, and she, intentionally or unintentionally, tightened her embrace around my neck, exhaling her fragrant breath, opening her teeth to let my rough tongue invade her delicate mouth.

Tears streamed down her flawless face, flowing down her nose and dripping silently where our lips met. I accepted them all; her tears, mingled with the sweet saliva in her mouth, were swallowed.

Salty, astringent, it tasted of the hardships and longing my mother had endured for over a decade.

This woman, my mother Liu Yue, was as beautiful as a moon fairy, yet as lonely. No man loved her; no normal man gave her true love. Where was my ethereal father, my true biological father?

Perhaps it was a karmic entanglement from a past life that forced my mother, Liu Yue, to develop feelings for her son that transcended the bond between mother and son. She missed me; she loved me—a love that went beyond a mother's love for her son, rising to the level of romantic love.

Love that transcends the ethical boundaries between mother and son is ultimately unacceptable to the world!

Ignoring my father's gentle calls, my mother's fair face flushed crimson, making her even more radiant. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me, her gaze filled with maternal love and a romantic love that transcended motherhood.

"My son!"

my mother gasped, her large breasts heaving, tears streaming down her face, unable to utter a single word.

"Don't cry, my mother. From now on, I don't want to see you cry. A good man shouldn't let the woman he loves cry."

I looked at my mother affectionately and gently kissed her fragrant lips.

At this moment, my lust wasn't as intense as the burning desire to penetrate the beautiful hole I'd longed for. Because I was holding her, her round, beautiful buttocks sank down. Although a certain part of my body was throbbing with desire, pressing even more prominently through my pants, my feelings for my mother at this moment were a deep, intense love, a love born of desire.

I took a few steps towards the bedroom, raising my foot to kick open the door.

"No, don't open the door!"

my mother said urgently, burying her face in my chest, trembling. This door was still a barrier between me, my mother, and my dying father. Breaking this barrier would completely expose the three of us.

But I still opened the door,

kicking it open with a loud "bang!" filled with boundless resentment.

"No, please, Xiaoyao."

My mother, Liu Yue, shook her head like a rattle-drum, sobbing and writhing in my arms.

Could there be such a wicked son in the world? He actually wanted her to have sex with him in front of her husband! She couldn't accept it. She agreed verbally, but doing it was incredibly difficult.

The door opened, finally opened. My father, writhing on the bed, saw the door open, struggled to lift his head, and reached out for water. His dark face was completely petrified.

His wife was being held by his son, completely unlike what a son should do. And his wife was burying her face in his son's arms, sobbing and writhing.

Perhaps his wife was injured, and it was reasonable for a son to hold his mother, my father comforted himself.

"You brat! Are you still alive? What happened to your mother? Is she hurt?"

My father's words were like a knife stabbing into my mother's and my hearts. He still cared about my mother. My mother trembled, tightly gripping the back of my clothes.

I stood at the doorway like a stone, my heart filled with a thousand struggles. What was I supposed to do with this father?

He certainly had a bad temper, but why was he so kind?

In the animal kingdom, male lions can ruthlessly fight each other for a lioness. While they might not kill their own kind, the victorious lion always manages to watch from afar, disappointed, as it mats with the lioness it won.

Humans are animals too, and I am one too, except I have a little more emotion. My primal, animalistic competitive spirit, my intense possessiveness towards the opposite sex, all drove me to completely extinguish any feelings I had for my father.

"Mom is my woman! You don't deserve to be her man. You can't give her the joy of being a woman. Your darkness allows the devil to take advantage of your vulnerability. A good man protects his woman, and you can't!"

I said coldly to my father, tightly embracing my struggling mother, Liu Yue.

"What did you say? You little brat, what did you say?"

Dad's already weak body trembled, his half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and he shakily propped himself up. He couldn't believe what he heard and saw. How could his wife and son...

"I said, you don't deserve to have a mother!"

I said, word by word, my tone as cold as ice in the dead of winter, my face expressionless.

"Say it again, what...what have you done?"

Dad trembled, pointing at my mother and me. Mom struggled, crying and pounding my chest, saying, "Xiaoyao, you beast, how could you..."

I held Mom's delicate body tightly, coldly looking at Dad, and said, "Don't you know? What you can't give Mom, I can!"

After saying that, I took two steps to the bed, put down Mom who was struggling, and looked at her tear-streaked face, saying, "Mom, this man doesn't deserve you, do you know that?"

Mom parted her red lips slightly, her large breasts heaving, looking at me, then at Dad who was trembling. While Mom was speaking, I suddenly covered her soft, sweet lips with my own.

"Mmm..."

Mom gripped my clothes tightly, pushing me away. Her lips, which I was holding, struggled to utter, "No, I don't want to..."

"You...you little rascal, what a sin, God."

Dad collapsed onto the bed, watching me knead Mom's ample breasts. The two of them were kissing, and despite Mom's struggles, my desires ran rampant, and my nature underwent a drastic change.

My father's hoarse voice emitted strange, angry curses: "You beast, you're worse than an animal! That's your mother!"

I glared at my father with a cold smile, then cupped my mother's swaying head and said, "Mom, have you forgotten how Dad treated you? You're still so kind. We made a promise, for our future happiness, for the lives of everyone in the village. Have you gone back on your word, Mom?"

My mother looked at me with teary eyes and said, "But..."

I pressed my hand to my mother's lips and said, "No buts. It's all too late. Dad knows everything. We've already come this far. The arrow shot can't be taken back."

My mother looked at my father's despair, closed her eyes tightly, and shed two clear tears, saying, "Husband, I'm sorry. Don't blame Xiaoyao, it's all my fault. Blame me if you want. I was shameless. I'll repay your kindness in the next life."

"Shameless! Shameless! You slut! Doing this kind of thing with your own son, you'll be struck by lightning!"

My father roared hoarsely, until his voice died down, and he coughed desperately.

"I'm not afraid anymore. I should have been struck by lightning long ago. Husband, you're a kind-hearted man, don't blame me. Even if I go to hell, I'll have no regrets. I've come this far, there's no going back."

Mom looked at Dad with sorrow, tilting her head with a relieved smile.

"I'm a woman without a will, I've never found happiness in my life. The happiness I want, my son can give me, you can't!"

I was surprised that Mom could be so open-minded. I guess she had suffered enough in the year since losing her son. Even when Dad was raping her, she was thinking of me. She was numb. Ever since she let her son penetrate her secret place, she had been completely numb. What morality and ethics? What mother-son bond? It's all bullshit.

Mom held my head, lifted it up, and opened her small mouth wide to take my big mouth in. I was stunned and didn't react. Mom's sweet little tongue entwined with my big tongue, and her sweet saliva was willingly sent into my mouth. She moaned. I had never seen such a proactive and wild attitude before.

I quickly cupped my mother's head in my hands, my large tongue roughly finding its way to her sweet, fragrant tongue. Her yearning, like that of a woman longing for her husband, left me somewhat bewildered. I wondered what was hidden in her heart, that she was so proactive and wild in front of my father. She was grateful for my father's kindness, but also resented his rough treatment of her, his frequent beatings—her son had never hit her.

"Mmm...mmm..."

My dear mother, Liu Yue, her pretty face flushed, lay flat on the bed, her delicate body writhing. Her small, fragrant tongue, like a little snake, was wrapped around my large tongue. Then, I released it, opening my small mouth wide, letting my large tongue, overwhelmed, swirl within her, making soft, squelching sounds.

Not content with just kissing my mother's small mouth, my large hands climbed up to her ample breasts, which were now flattened by my strong chest. I squeezed her firm breasts hard, and they instantly stood erect, the nipples already erect, pushing against her snow-white t-shirt and the bra that revealed half of her breasts.

"Mmm...so good,"

my mother moaned softly, glancing at my father writhing on the bed, but said, "See? Husband, you can't give me this."

As she spoke, she smiled, tears streaming down her face.

I roared, my desire pressing against my mother's flat stomach. I pushed open her bra with my large hands. In front of my father, it was so stimulating that I ripped off the buttons of her t-shirt, which rolled to the floor. With her bra off, my mother's upper body was completely exposed. Her pair of astonishingly large breasts stood firm and erect, the rosy nipples already erect like chimneys. I was no stranger to my mother's breasts, but this time they were so new. In front of her husband, my hands trembled as I grasped her enormous breasts, which I couldn't hold in one hand.

"Mmm!"

my mother moaned softly, her whole body trembling. Her beautiful buttocks rose, and she smiled. My usually gentle mother was now like a lustful woman, her face flushed, her cherry lips slightly parted, moaning softly, wishing my father wasn't around.

I lowered my head and took my mother's nipple into my mouth, my large hands grasping the base of her breast, kneading it like dough—soft and smooth, her snow-white breasts with clearly visible veins, her large, voluptuous breasts deformed under my kneading.

"You... um..."

my father trembled, unable to speak.

My mother trembled as if electrocuted, clutching my head, her beautiful, half-closed eyes brimming with tears, breathing heavily, her strong, shapely legs crossed, rubbing against my legs.

I teased my mother's nipples with my tongue, kneading and biting her soft flesh, then slipping into her cleavage. My tongue sucked on her breasts, and she writhed and moaned. Her full, firm breasts, teased by me, became even more erect, flushed red. She let out a soft moan and clamped her legs together, her beautiful vulva empty and soaking wet. She twisted her hips, yearningly embracing my head, murmuring like a cat, "Quick, Mom can't take it anymore."

My large hand kneaded her breasts for a while, then slowly slid down, directly between her writhing, clamped legs. I touched it—goodness, it was soaking wet!

A palm-sized patch of her mysterious forbidden zone, bulging and protruding, revealed the outline of her white tiger vulva in my hand. I couldn't help but rub that wet swamp, soft and moist, it felt wonderful. This was my mother's beautiful vulva.

"Mmm...it's so itchy, son, Mommy wants it."

Mommy's flushed face was burning, and as I rubbed her vulva, the two fleshy lips of her white tiger vulva opened and closed, honey water flowing freely, and she moaned softly.

I looked at Daddy rolling around on the bed, weakly staring with wide eyes. His dark face was now flushed red, and he was pointing at me, speechless, watching my big hand rubbing Mommy's white tiger vulva.

I laughed loudly. Mommy, with tears streaming down her face, her jade face flushed, panting, her legs intertwined, clamping my big hand. My head slowly slid down, licking and kissing Mommy's flat stomach. Mommy covered her mouth with "ooh ooh ooh" because it was itchy, especially when I licked her navel. Mommy didn't care about being reserved, and instead, her jade hands climbed up to her full breasts and kneaded them.

"Ah...ah, it's so itchy, you bad son, no, I'm shy, Mommy is so shy, your father is over there."

Mommy shook her head, and the blush on her beautiful face deepened.

I licked and kissed my mother's belly button, glancing sideways at my struggling father, and chuckled coldly. I raised my head and patted my mother's beautiful buttocks as she turned to the side. My mother eagerly lifted her buttocks, and her pants, which had already loosened under my ministrations, were easily pulled down. My mother's delicate, snow-white skin was slowly revealed to her son. Her legs were crossed, shyly clamping her secret place. Her buttocks were pert, round and fleshy, mature and elastic.

I pulled my mother's pants down to her ankles. Her poor lace panties were already soaking wet. Her legs were firm and healthy, round and white, so delicate that you could hardly see any pores. My perfect mother!

Between those crossed legs, her plump buttocks and clearly defined vulva were encased in her poor panties. The vulva, bulging like a steamed bun, was made even more prominent by the wet panties. Her two thick labia opened and closed, making my mouth dry.

Mom moaned softly, biting her red lips as she looked at Dad. Dad was still the same, as if he had something stuck in his throat and couldn't get it out. He watched me pull down Mom's pants, his face now deathly pale, pointing at us and trembling.

Mom chuckled softly, swaying her hips as she said, "Quick, um... Mom wants it."

I pulled down Mom's panties, revealing another world before me. Mom's plump, round vulva, like a steamed bun, was now soaked in honey, glistening with a lustful sheen. Her plump vulva, with its two tender labia slightly parted, revealed bright red flesh, a pool of honey swirling within, like a mouth holding a mouthful of water.

I swallowed hard, looking at Dad and saying, "You'll never taste this woman's flavor in your entire life!"

I then parted Mom's fair, smooth legs, lowered my head, and took her plump, red labia into my mouth.

"Ah! Oh my god, Xiaoyao, no, it's so embarrassing, it's dirty there!"

Mom twisted her hips in resistance, her jade hands trying to push my head away.

Last time, I took my mother's beautiful vulva into my mouth, but she wouldn't let me kiss it. This time, I was determined to taste it. I hugged her legs, lifted my head, and licked my lips. Her nectar tasted sweet and delicious, with a mature woman's rich flavor, a little sour.

Looking at my mother's shy expression, I said, "Mom, I want all of you, all of your body, please give it to me?"

My mother twisted her hips, her flushed face instantly showing unconcealable shyness, and said, "But, it's dirty there."

I looked at my father and chuckled, saying, "It's not dirty, Mom, it's beautiful there."

My mother half-heartedly bit her red lips and looked at my father, saying, "Honey, I want to give my all to my son. You've never been so kind to me. You dislike me because I'm a 'white tiger,' but your son doesn't mind. I'm your son."

My father gritted his teeth, looked at me, and lowered his head again, taking his wife's plump lips into his mouth, trembling and unable to utter a sound.

I stuck out my tongue and stirred it in my mother's wet passage, my lips rubbing against her smooth, hairless lips.

Mom lifted her beautiful buttocks, her jade hands pressing my head deeply between her thighs. Her plump, white tiger-like vulva was completely pressed against her son's face. With her head tilted back and touching the bed, her lips slightly parted, a surge of electricity coursed through her body. Her vulva was surging with moisture, and a blood-pumping moan escaped her lips: "Ah...so good, son, you're so good at licking, where did you learn that? Ahh, so good."

I pulled out my tongue and licked the plump, tender lips of Mom's smooth, white tiger-like vulva. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that her clitoris, like a pearl, had become erect above her open vulva. I swept my tongue across one of her labia, gently teasing it, while one large hand pinched Mom's restless, plump buttocks, and the middle and index fingers of the other hand pinched her erect clitoris.

"Ah!"

Mom groaned loudly, her son having brought her to the most comfortable spot. She lifted her beautiful buttocks as if electrocuted, tightly hugging my head and shaking it like a rattle drum, completely ignoring Dad's presence. She groaned softly. Dad seemed to be aroused by this passionate mother-son foreplay, and he pervertedly rubbed his half-erect penis in his pants, as if the demon within him had been awakened.

As I rubbed my mother's erect clitoris, and after licking one of her labia, I moved to the other, stroking it inside and out, making slurping sounds like a kitten drinking water. My mother

's moans grew louder, and she trembled, tears streaming down her face, saying, "I can't take it anymore, son, it feels so good, it's so embarrassing." After licking my mother's labia, I opened my mouth wide and took her labia in, my tongue slapping and swirling against her tender inner walls. Her juices dripped into my mouth, which I took in without hesitation. My mother moaned and twisted her hips restlessly, her moans growing louder and louder, even the beautiful buttocks I was holding felt incredibly hot.

My lips gently touched my mother's clitoris, and she trembled slightly. After dozens of touches, the trembling lessened, and her moans faded. I released her clitoris, then took it into my mouth. With a soft "Mmm," she lifted her buttocks completely, burying my head between her legs, my tongue teasing her clitoris.

"Mmm...oh my god, I'm coming!"

she whimpered, her plump, white buttocks glistening with sweat, her body swaying uncontrollably as I continued my advances.

I teased her clitoris a hundred times until my tongue grew tired. Suddenly, her moans stopped, her soft, white buttocks trembling, her hands pressing my head firmly against her vulva.

"Mmm," I gasped, my face flushed, breathless from my mother's ministrations. I could feel her plump, fleshy lips trembling and writhing. Feeling empty before her climax, with no one to hold her, she sat up abruptly, grabbing my head and bending her slender waist against mine. Suddenly, she cried out, "Ah, it's coming, Mom's coming!"

I felt her vaginal canal throb rapidly, a hot, pungent breath filling my nostrils, followed by a surge of heat from her womb. "Plop, plop," a gush of hot fluid shot into my mouth.

My mother held my head tightly, ignoring my father's presence, shamefully pressing her son's head between her legs, and she climaxed just like that.

My mother had ejaculated

inside me! It hit my mouth, making my tongue and gums tingle and itch. A while later, under my father's desperate gaze, and with my own lower body trembling as if I had also ejaculated, my mother finally released me.

I suddenly embraced my mother, who was lost in passion. Her long, wet hair clung to her pretty face, her eyes slightly open, as she gasped for breath. My mother, as gentle as a lamb, was already completely naked, leaning limply against me.

I couldn't resist any longer. I quickly stripped myself off, looking triumphantly at my father. He held his breath, then pointed at me and said, "You'll die a horrible death!"

He spoke with force, but his body writhed weakly.

My mother, panting, looked at my father and said, "I'm doing this willingly. Can you give me an orgasm?"

My father, his face turning purple with rage, yelled, "You slut!"

and collapsed back onto the bed.

My mother seemed to enjoy her shamelessness. I was satisfied. Sitting on the bed, I grasped my mother's soft, plump buttocks, my hard, iron-like penis pointing straight at her vulva, like a lover eagerly awaiting his beloved.

I lifted my mother's soft, plump buttocks, and she obediently stood up. Her soft, jade-like hands gently grasped my large penis, and she bit her red lips, pressing it against her wet, flower-like lips. She looked at me with seductive eyes and said coquettishly, "Son, Mom is scared, scared of your big thing."

I was surprised that my mother had become like this, but I was also happy. Thinking of enjoying my mother's tight, soft, white tiger-like hole,

I pinched my mother's plump, beautiful buttocks and said, "Don't be afraid, son will be very gentle." After saying that, I pinched my mother's buttocks and suddenly pressed my mother's pink hips down. With a "plop," my rock-hard penis swiftly and decisively thrust into my mother's wet passage.

"Ah!"

Mom cried out in pain, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She bit her red lips tightly, her lotus-like arms wrapped around my neck, her large, plump buttocks trembling, her ample breasts pressed tightly against my chest. She felt as if her son's large, thick, hard penis had pierced her like a sharp sword, greedily enveloped by her soft, slippery, wet, muddy passage. The smooth, round glans had overcome countless obstacles, breaking through layers of folds and defenses, striking the very end of her tender passage, pressing firmly against the warm, soft, almost imperceptible flesh.

This feeling drove her wild, made her tremble. Although her son had thrust into that soft flesh of hers more than once, each time felt like the tearing and tingling pleasure of her wedding night.

I watched Dad with pleasure, pinching Mom's buttocks to prevent her escape. Mom's insides were warm as spring, smooth and soft, more wonderful than anything else.

My mother clenched her soft hands into small fists in pain, pounding my chest like raindrops. Tears streamed down her pretty face as she complained, "You bad boy, you bad boy, you don't care about your mother anymore! Didn't you say you'd be gentle? It hurts so much!"

I chuckled, took my mother's grape-like nipple into my mouth, and said, "It feels so good inside, Mom, I can't hold back anymore."

At this moment, my mother shamefully spread her pink hips wide, her pink legs tightly clamping around my waist as I sat on the bed. Her plump, white vulva pressed tightly against my perineum, and... my son's hard, iron-like penis was deeply inserted into her passage.

My mother gazed at me with fascination, her beautiful eyes half-open, so alluring. My heart raced. My penis throbbed a few times inside her. She bit her red lips, turned to my father, and smiled slightly, saying, "Can you do that? Your son's big thing is right inside me, it feels so good! You've never experienced that. You only know how to thrust in and out, and you ejaculate in less than three minutes. I've never felt pleasure."

I sat facing my father. His eyes widened, his purple face contorted with rage as he stared at my enormous penis deeply inserted into my mother's beautiful vagina. Its size filled him with shame and rage. From his perspective, my mother's plump, white buttocks were straddling my thighs, shamelessly sticking out. My large penis was fully inserted into his wife's vagina, stretching it to its limit. Her plump, pink labia were dilated and undulating, with honey-like fluid flowing from the crevice.

"Ah... um, shameless, I..."

Dad's voice trailed off, barely audible even to us.

I laughed, pinching Mom's soft, beautiful buttocks, lifting them slightly so that half of them were suspended in the air. Excitedly, I began to thrust upwards, my thick penis sliding between Mom's delicate labia. To Dad, it was so stimulating—a son's large penis going in and out of his mother's beautiful vagina. I pulled it out halfway, the monstrous penis, veins bulging, quickly disappearing from his sight before plunging deep into Mom's passage. When I pulled Mom out, the tender flesh and labia inside were fluttering open.

Dad couldn't get angry anymore; what infuriated him more was Mom's rousing moans: "Mmm, so heavy! You always reach the very inside! It feels so good, son! Ahhh, be gentle!"

I was enveloped by Mom's soft, tender flesh, being teased and stroked, experiencing boundless pleasure. With Mom's nipple in my mouth, she twisted her waist, each time I thrust upwards, her buttocks actively sinking down, the impact of the impact against my perineum giving her pleasure far surpassing anything I felt at the bottom.

"Ha, hiss, so tight, Mom, so hot! You're so beautiful inside, I love you to death!"

I abandoned my frivolous advances towards Mom's beauty, focusing solely on lifting her beautiful buttocks, straightening my legs, and beginning to thrust into her beautiful vagina at full speed.

The resounding thuds of flesh colliding broke the father's heart. This shameless mother and son were deliberately trying to infuriate him. His penis, which had just ejaculated, was now erect again, driven by the demon within him, and he thrust it into his pants and began to masturbate.

"Ahhhhh, so heavy, son, go slower, ahhh, so good, you're going to kill me, ahhhh."

The mother was covered in sweat, her smooth buttocks, which I was holding, were almost slippery. The mother was incredibly beautiful, her head tilted back, tightly hugging my neck, as if we were having intercourse in mid-air, afraid of falling. Her big buttocks were still wriggling restlessly, twisting her beautiful hips with my thrusts, letting her beautiful hole be stirred and ground by my big penis, grinding her clitoris. She felt like she was about to fly, and she was emitting moans that even she herself found shameful.

But she didn't care anymore. She wanted to prove to her husband how happy she was, letting her son squeeze her hemispherical buttocks until they burst, letting his big penis ram into her beautiful hole. She was happy!

I thrust upwards desperately, as if I had endless strength. My hard, iron-like penis could almost pierce through steel plates. At this moment, in my mother's tender passage, there was an infinite beauty, an indescribable wonder.

"Hoo hoo hoo, Mom, you're so beautiful, so comfortable, are you comfortable?"

I thrust. I was familiar with my mother's beautiful hole, but this pure yin moon woman's hole was different from others. Every time, it gave me a fresh feeling. The folds of tender walls stroked the foreskin of my big penis, and the flower's small mouth sucked on my big glans.

"Ugh ugh ugh, oh my god, Mom feels so good, oh my god, yours is so big, it's going to kill me, it's going to pierce my heart."

My mother twisted her beautiful buttocks, biting her red lips, truly feeling the piercing beauty of her son's big penis every time.

My mother trembled, her long, alluring hair cascading down her swaying body. I gripped her buttocks and thrust upwards relentlessly, raindrops dappling her tender vulva, making her tremble and almost unable to cry out. She had never been so wild in her own home. My son was truly a war god, sweating profusely as he squeezed her full, round buttocks until they nearly burst. His large penis didn't hesitate for a moment, relentlessly thrusting in and out of her beautiful vagina.

"Ahhh, good, good man, you're torturing Mommy so much! Mommy can't take it anymore! Ahhhhh, oh my god, it's almost here again!"

Her vagina had been adorned by his large, round glans about a thousand times, her tender walls scraped by his glans about a thousand times. Finally, she trembled, her beautiful head tilting back completely, her full breasts protruding high in front of me, trembling silently.

I held my mother's buttocks tightly, my palms sweating. The sweat on her beautiful buttocks made them incredibly slippery and wonderful. My mother's tender buttocks trembled as she tightened her grip, and she suddenly sat completely in my lap. My large penis plunged deep into her beautiful vagina, leaving no gap.

I buried my head between my mother's soft, ample breasts, holding her waist and hips. My mother's cervix opened wide, trembling, and my cunning glans slid in. My mother was in the throes of orgasm, her cervix suddenly attacked. She gripped my shoulder tightly, experiencing both pain and pleasure. Suddenly, her half-closed eyes widened, and she looked at me, trembling, saying, "You...you...you've entered my uterus...uterus...ah!" The last "ah" was particularly loud. She bit my shoulder, trembling, and hot, thick fluid gushed from her cervix, which was completely blocked by my large penis. The heat caused her entire uterus to spasm. She bit my shoulder tightly, her buttocks trembling, and she was almost silent.

As I penetrated my mother's cervix, she bit me, gripping my beautiful buttocks tightly. The excruciating pain was bearable, but the heat of her uterus made me lose control. I pushed her away, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, looking at me with a resentful expression. I pulled her up and made her kneel on the bed.

"Son, Mom can't take it anymore, it's coming again, ah."

My mother's large, round buttocks were raised, her buttocks, which I was kneading, were already red and as cute as apples. Her anus was tightly contracted, and her wide-open vulva could not close, red and swollen, the blocked orgasmic fluid now flowing out like a tide.

I had reached the edge, and immediately grasped my large penis against my mother's vulva, ignoring her life or death, I thrust my hips forward, smoothly entering my mother's even more protruding vulva.

Suddenly, her beautiful vagina was stretched wide open, and the flowing honey water was forced to flow even faster by my big penis. With a "smack," it hit my mother's plump buttocks, and the flowing honey water splashed everywhere. My mother cried out "Ah!" and raised her head, facing my father directly. She was so ashamed that she couldn't kneel down anymore. She shook her head and said, "No more, I can't take it, Xiaoyao, please, have mercy on your mother, okay?"

I panted and grabbed my mother's beautiful buttocks, and began to thrust in and out for a long distance. Dozens of thrusts made me tremble. My mother resisted me spasmodically. Each time, I pushed my mother forward, her big breasts swaying wildly. She shook her head and cried out. Looking at my father's pale face, she seemed to wake up suddenly, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, being desperately thrust into from behind by her son in a doggy-style position.

"Ahhh, it's too heavy! Oh, it's so good! Mommy, I don't want it anymore! Mommy, I

don't want it anymore! Ahhh, it feels so good! Oh my god!" Mommy said one thing but meant another, but with me loving her so much, her spasming passage refused to relax even a little, gripping her son's big cock, and she was immediately lost in the lewd pleasure of being with her son.

Finally, with my hundredth thrust, Mommy collapsed onto the bed, and I quickly followed, spreading her tightly closed buttocks, her rosy vulva was stretched wide open by me, holding my big cock, I blushed and looked at Daddy, who was already barely breathing, wriggling slightly, hatred and pleasure surging up at the same time, I grabbed Mommy's buttocks, and my big cock began to thrust from top to bottom between Mommy's closed legs and pink little opening.

"Ugh, it's going to burst! Xiaoyao, hurry, it feels so good!"

Mom lay on the bed, twisting her beautiful buttocks. As I thrust into her tight opening from top to bottom, she trembled spasmodically.

"Ah, Mom. Ouch, this position is so tight! Mom's going to break! I'm about to cum, please cum inside!"

I was flushed and panting, on the verge of climax.

Mom gripped the sheets tightly, biting her red lips. Her flushed face was now red all the way to her neck, and her beautiful back was beginning to show a lovely pink hue. Based on my experience, Mom was about to climax again. She hummed and said, "Cum inside, Mom wants you to cum inside!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. My lower abdomen pounded against Mom's soft, swollen buttocks like a ramming block, making her buttocks tremble. The pink flesh and labia inside her opening were completely pulled out and then pulled back in, over and over again.

Suddenly, Mom ripped the sheet with her little hand, her moans abruptly ceasing. Her buttocks trembled, her head pressed firmly against the bed, and she suddenly cried out, "Mommy's coming again!"

I breathlessly thrust one last time, completely sprawling on Mommy's beautiful back. Three orgasms had reached the limit for this darling; I was about to ejaculate. I couldn't torture Mommy like this anymore.

A chill ran down my spine. I tilted my head back, wrapped my arms tightly around my mother's shoulders, and pressed my large penis against her tender vulva. My buttocks trembled as

I shouted, "Mom, I'm coming!" Just as I was about to ejaculate, my mother came faster. The hot, thick semen I ejaculated was blocked by the hot fluid gushing from my mother's cervix. It met right at the narrow opening of her cervix. My ejaculation was more powerful, pushing her hot fluid back in. Mixed with her orgasmic nectar, it scalded my mother, making her gasp and open her mouth wide. With a "rip," the brand-new bed sheet was ruined, torn open by my mother, who still clutched the piece of fabric in her hand.

At that very moment, as I was ejaculating, my father's face contorted as he roared, "No! I'm not satisfied!"

He spat a mouthful of black blood onto the sheets, staring intently at my expression as I tilted my head back in pleasure, before collapsing completely onto the bed, his body sinking low and lifeless.

Mom suddenly awoke from her three orgasms, seeing Dad lying on the bed with a mouthful of black blood, her beautiful eyes widened. She shoved me away, shouting, "Husband!"

She rushed to help Dad up, but he was already dead. Mom burst into tears and screams.

I looked at Mom with heartache, a surge of annoyance welling up inside me. What had happened to her? Dad was dead, yet she suddenly snapped out of it—what had possessed her?

I hugged my mother and comforted her, "Mom, don't be sad, Dad is gone."

My mother cried and leaned against me, saying, "Your father raised you after all. We mother and son are truly heartless, causing him to die like this. How can my conscience be at peace after this? Xiaoyao..."

After saying this, her beautiful eyes became hazy, and she seemed very weak. Leaning against me, she softly said, "Give your father a proper burial. We've let him down..."

"Mom, what's wrong?"

I called out, holding my mother, my heart aching.

My mother's head lolled to the side, and she fainted in my arms. She had never experienced anything like this before, after three orgasms. Exhausted, seeing her father, who had been with her day and night, die from anger, shame and heartache overwhelmed her, and she fainted instantly.

"Mom..."

I hugged my mother and sighed softly, stroking her pretty face tenderly. I looked at my father, shook my head, and said, "Dad, I'm sorry, we're destined for hell. You're a good man, I hope you can go to heaven. But now Mom is my woman, don't worry, I'll take good care of her, I'll take care of her for the rest of my life."

I got up and put my mother on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, gently kissed her forehead, lifted my dead father off the bed, placed him on the floor, took a white cloth from the cabinet, and covered him with it. She sighed softly and said, "Alas, I'm going to hell eventually. To get my mother, I actually angered my adoptive father to death. I think I'm going to the nineteenth level of hell."

Just then, she felt hungry and wanted to get something to eat. She heard someone shouting in the distance outside the house, "Xiaoyao's family are all monsters! We can't let them live! We have to burn them to death so our village can be safe!"

A woman's voice scolded, "Let's see who dares to touch my sister Yue! They've suffered so much, and you treat them like this! You're the monsters!"

The voice was Li Yufeng.

"Li Yufeng! You kicked my brother's thing and crippled him! You're so shrewish, I think you're a monster too! Arrest you and burn us all to death!"

"Let me go! Let me go! Xiaoyao, save your sister-in-law!"

She remembered me, I don't know why she called me for help when she was in danger.

"Damn you! How dare you call me a monster!"

I angrily opened the door and walked out.

I went outside and saw about twenty men from the village carrying torches and piles of firewood, ready to burn us alive. Seeing me, they shouted, "Burn them! Burn them!"

Li Yufeng was being held captive, and I was unsure if I could fight off so many people. Li Yufeng looked at me with teary eyes, and I roared, "Let her go! Come at me if you have a problem!"

But the men were menacing and wouldn't listen to me. They charged at me, completely surrounding my yard. Since my fall from the cliff, I'd become bolder, and I glared at them, not taking them seriously. Two men were about to grab me when

my legs suddenly gave way. I felt an immense power surging within me, and I kicked both men in the face. Blood streamed from their mouths as they collapsed to the ground, howling. The leader

, bent over and pale-faced, was the one whose genitals Li Yufeng had kicked and damaged. He roared angrily, "You filthy bitch!"

and slapped Li Yufeng. Li Yufeng, dazed and disoriented, fell to the ground, looking pitifully at me, then glaring fiercely at the man.

I yelled "Ha!" and kicked him in the chest. His chest convulsed, he groaned, and collapsed to the ground, twitching a few times before going still. I roared like an angry Vajra, "You dare hit my sister-in-law? You fucking have a death wish!"

Li Yufeng looked at me, moved, tears streaming down her face.

Several men turned the man over and called out, "Brother Ba!"

The man remained silent. Someone checked his breath; he wasn't breathing.

"Brother Ba is dead! That bastard killed Brother Ba!"

The men looked at me in terror, too afraid to approach.

Li Yufeng, her face pale, cried out, "Xiaoyao, you killed someone?"

I wasn't afraid at all, and said, "Anyone who dares to hit my sister-in-law again, I'll kill them!"

"Quick, call the police station! Someone's been killed!"

Several people ran off in a panic, thinking they were calling the police.

I stepped forward a few paces, and the remaining men retreated, the cowardly ones running away, afraid I'd kill them again.

I helped Li Yufeng up, and she cried, tears streaming down her face, hitting my chest, "How could you kill someone? You'll go to jail! You'll go to jail!"

I said indifferently, "Anyone who dares to hit you, I'll kill them!"

Li Yufeng looked at me, moved, and sobbed.

The remaining dozen or so burly men, wielding hoes, were about to attack me. I pulled Li Yufeng behind me, and my kicks were so fast I couldn't believe it—ten kicks landed on the stomachs of ten men. The burly men's hoes flew out, and they collapsed to the ground, motionless.

I'm not like myself anymore; I've become so skilled! Li Yufeng looked at me in astonishment, almost not recognizing me.

I pointed at the people lying haphazardly and yelled, "Get lost!"

Ten people scrambled away.

Li Yufeng bit her red lips, looking at me with a mixture of fear and gratitude.

I took her hand, and Li Yufeng blushed as if she'd been electrocuted. She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it tightly. Li Yufeng simply stopped struggling, looking at me with a flushed face, so full of affection.

"Sister-in-law!"

I called out affectionately, and Li Yufeng couldn't help but respond with a soft "Mmm!"

She gently hugged my waist and buried her face in my chest.

I embraced her delicate body, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. Inhaling her mature, alluring scent, I was captivated. I gently kissed her forehead and said, "From now on, I'll protect you and won't let anyone bully you."

Li Yufeng nodded, her pretty face flushed as she looked up at me and said, "Today I can finally say it: I like you."

Looking at her parted lips, so tempting, I couldn't help but place my hand on her shapely buttocks—the object of desire for every man in the village—soft, firm, and pert. I lowered my head to kiss her lips, but Li Yufeng let out a soft moan, pushed me away, and said in a trembling voice, "No, I'm not that kind of person."

I chuckled. Seeing her so charming, I really wanted to strip her naked and have her right then and there. But since she insisted on maintaining our sibling-like relationship, I felt embarrassed. I took her hand and led her into our house.

A noisy group of people arrived at the gate, led by the clan chief. The clan chief looked at the dead myna bird on the ground, pointed at me with his dragon-headed cane, and said in a deep voice, "You killed someone. According to the rules of our village, you should pay with your life."

"You old bastard! You've finally arrived! Are you the only one who calls the shots in this village? This grandson bullied my sister-in-law, shouldn't he die? You should die too, you're a waste of air when you're alive, and a waste of land when you're dead, you should have been reduced to ashes long ago!"

I said coldly, glaring at the clan chief.

"You!"

The clan chief had never heard anyone curse him like that before, and he roared tremblingly, "We don't have a beast like you in our village, take him to the Azure Dragon Pool and throw him in!"

There were forty people who came, and the adults and children of the village all came to watch the show. Two young men walked timidly towards me, probably because they had seen my skills and dared not come forward.

I stared at them coldly, and the clan chief roared, "Arrest them!"

There is strength in numbers, and more than a dozen people came over. My legs wouldn't obey me again, and the dozen or so people relied on the clan chief's power. One of them even took out a Bagua mirror from his pocket and looked at me.

I collapsed to the ground like a limp rag. The clan chief coldly said, "Look, he's a monster! He's afraid of the Bagua Mirror!"

Why would I be afraid of the Bagua Mirror? I was puzzled. Li Yufeng tried to help me up, but I couldn't. She frantically stood in front of me, saying, "Don't touch him!"

"Father, stop!"

A clear voice rang out. It was Ziwei, walking over with her husband.

"Ziwei, you never listened to me before, but today you must listen to me. This man is a monster!"

The clan chief said, looking at me in horror.

"What monster? Father, they've finally come back. Can't you just let them have some peace?"

Ziwei said reproachfully.

The clan chief pointed at the myna's corpse and said, "He killed someone, what else could he be but a monster? Don't worry about it!"

"This!"

Ziwei looked at the myna on the ground, staring blankly at me and said, "Xiaoyao, how could you kill someone?"

I chuckled and said, "He bullied my sister-in-law, that bastard should have died long ago."

"You killed someone, you should go to jail, I can't control you anymore. I heard they said someone died, but I didn't believe you killed someone. I did

n't expect you to really kill someone?" Village chief Qimin looked at me incredulously.

"Father killed someone, I will pay with my life!"

A girl came out of my door, wearing an animal skin skirt, with an unparalleled beauty, and said with some sorrow.

"Goddess Nuwa!"

someone shouted. Everyone else couldn't believe that Goddess Nuwa was in my house. Without thinking, the old and young men all knelt down, even the village chief and Ziwei couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

Only the clan chief stared wide-eyed at the girl. Yes, it was Goddess Nuwa from the temple. How could she come here? And she called me father.

"You...you really are Goddess Nuwa? Impossible!"

the clan chief stammered.

"Old Feng! I know you've been loyal to my temple, but I've long since stopped you from colluding with my elder brother to commit atrocities in the Chastity Archway. Tonight is the end, and you're the one who should be arrested!"

Nuwa stared coldly at the clan chief.

"You! How did you know!"

The clan chief trembled, his eyes widening.

"So the person in the Chastity Archway is Goddess Nuwa's elder brother,"

Li Yufeng said, still shaken.

"Make him come out! Come to the Azure Dragon Pool. I have something to say to him. Thousands of years of grudges should be settled."

Nuwa said, looking at me with teary eyes, "Father, take care!"

Then she quickly walked towards the Azure Dragon Pool.

"Nuwa, where are you going?"

I stood up and took two steps after her, but Nuwa had already disappeared into the twilight.

The villagers shouted, "Quickly protect Goddess Nuwa! Don't go to the Azure Dragon Pool!"

With that, the old and young followed Nuwa, yelling and shouting.

Li Yufeng and I were wondering what was going on when the clan chief closed his eyes and murmured, "Master, the person you've been waiting for has appeared at the Azure Dragon Pool. Let's settle this score."

"Hmph!"

A hollow, cold snort in the twilight sent a chill down Li Yufeng's spine.

"It's him! He's still here!"

Li Yufeng gripped my hand tightly. Ziwei smiled slightly at the affection between Li Yufeng and me, and helped the clan leader, who was about to fall, saying, "Father, is what Nuwa said true?"

The clan leader sighed deeply and didn't speak, then said, "Let's go to Qinglong Pool!"

After watching the clan leader's family leave, Li Yufeng asked me, "Should we go too?"

I said anxiously, "Let's go, Nuwa seems to be in trouble." I

pulled Li Yufeng and ran for a while. Li Yufeng was panting heavily, her back bent. Seeing that I wasn't even out of breath, she complained, "I can't run anymore!"

I panicked and suddenly picked Li Yufeng up. Li Yufeng let out a soft cry and hugged my neck, her pretty face turning even redder as she looked at me.

I carried Li Yufeng and ran even faster. In the distance, I saw the villagers shouting and crying, "The Goddess Nuwa can't go!"

Li Yufeng, embarrassed, immediately struggled to get down, saying, "Put me down, it's not good if others see us."

I laughed and said, "You can run now?"

Li Yufeng nodded like a mosquito's buzz. I quickly ran ahead of the villagers, and Li Yufeng gave a soft snort, blaming me for ignoring her. She then started running after me.

We ran to a place not far from Qinglong Pool, where a girl in animal skins and a person in a black cloak stood by the pool, looking somewhat eerie in the twilight.

The villagers all knelt down, crying out, "Goddess Nuwa, you can't go! If you leave, we'll have no one to protect us!"

Nuwa looked at the man in the black cloak and said, "Brother, after thousands of years, you still can't let go?"

The man in the black cloak looked up at the sky and let out a "Ha!" before looking at Nuwa and saying, "Thousands of years, I've been waiting for you."

Only then did I understand why the man in the black cloak hadn't done anything to me when I saved Qiu Xiang that night. It was because he was Taihao, Nuwa's elder brother, and logically my son. He couldn't bear to kill me; there was still a father-son bond between them.

The entire village was terrified of the man in the black cloak, crying out, "Goddess Nuwa, get away from that man!"

The clan chief, panting, sat down on a rock, closed his eyes, and said, "Is it finally coming? Is the feud between those siblings finally going to end?"

"You are Taihao?"

I pointed at the man in the black cloak and said coldly, "If you can't have your sister, you rape and murder those innocent widows in the village. How dare you live until now?"

"Ha!"

The man in the black cloak roared at me. Li Yufeng was so frightened that she fell to the ground, her face pale. The other villagers retreated in fear.

I stood at the front. The man in the black cloak pointed at me, his fingers bluish-gray, not human-like. He said in a deep voice, "You are no longer my father. I owed him a favor back then. I should have killed you that night, but I didn't. Today, I will kill you so that I can have the woman I love most!"

As he spoke, the black cloak billowed, and his hands turned into sharp claws, ready to pounce.

"Big Brother!"

A soft call startled the man in the black cloak, his claws stopping less than an inch from me.

"Brother, come here. Actually, I've always loved you... come here,"

Nuwa cried, her voice filled with anguish.

No one could stop Nuwa's words of love. The man in the black cloak retracted his claws and slowly walked to Nuwa. Looking at her, two streams of bloody tears flowed down his face as he gently stroked her cheek.

"Brother, let our feud end here,"

Nuwa said sadly, tightly grasping the man in the black cloak's hand.

"No!"

the man in the black cloak roared in terror, pulled by Nuwa into the Azure Dragon Pool. He knew that anything that entered the Azure Dragon Pool would be annihilated. The man in

the black cloak struggled desperately, but both of them had already fallen in. Gradually, the Azure Dragon Pool began to churn violently, rocks collapsing like an earthquake. The villagers, terrified, cried out, "Goddess Nuwa!"

"Nuwa!"

I cried, tears streaming down my face. Seeing my tears, Li Yufeng also began to weep.

"It's over! It's over!"

The clan chief smiled easily, slowly walking towards the Azure Dragon Pool.

"Father!"

Ziwei tried to chase after him, but the earthquake-like shaking made her lose her balance and fall to the ground. Her cheongsam billowed up, and through my tears, I saw her underwear—milky white underwear—covering her bulging private parts.

I had no time for lust anymore. I stared blankly at the Azure Dragon Pool. The clan chief walked step by step to the edge of the pool, tossed his golden dragon-headed cane, which landed right in front of me, and then climbed to the edge of the shaking pool and plunged in.

"Father!"

Ziwei cried out, being helped up by her husband, Qiming, tears streaming down her face.

After the clan chief fell in, the Azure Dragon Pool was slowly filled with rocks, finally returning to calm. But the villagers were all wailing and crying, some even looking up to the sky.

The goddess Nuwa was deeply rooted in their hearts.

"Sigh!"

I looked at Ziwei, who was crying her eyes out, sighed, sat on the rock where the clan chief had sat, and picked up the dragon-headed cane.

Qiming walked over and said to me, "Xiaoyao, the clan chief originally intended to pass the position to you, but since you killed someone, give this dragon-headed cane back to me."

"What did you say?"

I looked at the village chief Qiming in confusion.

Qiming nodded and said, "There's a rule in the village: when the old clan chief dies, he throws the cane into the air and asks the heavens for their will. Whoever it lands in front of becomes the clan chief. Perhaps this is the will of heaven. The clan chief wanted to burn you alive, but heaven wants you to be the clan chief. But you have a murder charge."

"Become the clan chief? To continue harming people?"

I wiped away my tears and smiled lightly.

"You bastard!"

Ziwei scolded me angrily, looking at me coldly, and stretched out her jade hand, saying, "Give me back my father's things!"

I looked at Ziwei's beauty, but had no desire for her, and laughed, "Your father was never fit to be the clan chief. Now that he's dead, death is the end of it!"

"Slap!"

A slap landed on my face, and Ziwei glared at me like an angry demon. Chapter 28 (

May 18th ) I touched my burning cheek, my anger rising. I slapped Ziwei back, knocking her to the ground. Qiming glared at me angrily, helping Ziwei up and saying hatefully, "Xiaoyao, why did you hit me?" Ziwei covered her pretty face and looked at me, saying, "You dare hit me? Nobody dares to hit me! You hit me?" I threw my dragon-headed cane in front of her and said, "Let me tell you, the days when your Feng family was so arrogant in the village are over. So what if I hit you? I fucking want to sleep with you too!" "What did you say? Xiaoyao, say it again!" His dignity as a husband was at stake, Qiming wouldn't stand for it, glaring at me. Like a little tyrant, I pulled Ziwei up from the ground and slapped her buttocks hard. Ziwei cried out in pain, pushed me away, and slapped me again. "I'll fight you to the death!" Qiming couldn't stand my insults towards Ziwei anymore and rushed towards me, ready to punch me. I grabbed his fist, and with a snap, Qiming's arm broke instantly. He screamed, cold sweat pouring down his face, clutching his arm and howling. I kicked Qiming and said viciously, "Let me tell you, today I slept with your woman right in front of you, so what? Look at you, have you ever given her pleasure? I have!" As I spoke, I pulled Ziwei up again. Ziwei struggled, and I grabbed her breasts with my large hands, kneading them hard. Ziwei cried out, and Li Yufeng, pulling me back, couldn't recognize me. How had I become like this? "Xiaoyao, you've gone too far! Let go of Sister Ziwei!" The villagers were all dumbfounded. Who would dare to bully the eldest daughter of the Feng family like this? I slapped Ziwei hard again, and she collapsed in terror beside her husband. Li Yufeng slapped me hard, glaring at me angrily, "Xiaoyao, you've gone too far!" I touched my face, forcing a bitter smile, and said, "Yes, I have gone too far. I've had enough of the Feng family's wrath. I'm just venting my anger today. Do you want to go against me too?" Li Yufeng shoved me, helping Ziwei up and comforting her. I spat at Ziwei and Qiming, feeling my domineering attitude was a bit too overt. I had to think about it. This is a society governed by law. I've killed someone; I have to deal with it. Ignoring Li Yufeng, I walked alone to the deserted bank of the Weak Water River, sat down, sighed, and called out, "Hong'er, come out!" The Weak Water River immediately surged, and a red dot appeared from the riverbed, slowly growing larger. A woman with fiery red hair emerged from the river, looking at me gently. Then, her breasts, even more magnificent than Ziwei's, surfaced, and she carried a heavy package in her hand. "What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Hong'er asked me gently. "Feels better now, you know everything about me, right?" I looked into Hong'er's gentle eyes, her exquisite face, and her full, voluptuous breasts exposed on her chest. Her tail was gone, replaced by two long, shapely legs, a full bottom, and her plump private parts were faintly visible between her legs. "You know everything, don't you!" Hong'er looked at me irritably, walking out of the water, swaying her beautiful hips. Her legs were even longer than Qing'er's, and her long red hair was the highlight. Hong'er tossed the package in front of me, sat down beside me, and seeing me staring at her so intently, blushed and said, "I've prepared it for you." I pulled Hong'er into my arms, placing my large hand on her soft, round bottom, and looked at her, saying, "Nothing can compare to you." Hong'er, panting softly, wrapped her arms around my neck and looked at me, saying, "Do you still remember me?" I stroked her long, beautiful legs and said, "Where's your tail?" Hong'er laughed and said, "Nuwa died, and I was freed from my constraints, so I became human. Actually, I became mortal even before Qing'er. It's just that Nuwa had constraints on me, so... um."

I watched her rosy, full lips move slightly, unable to resist the temptation, and kissed her fragrant lips. Hong'er stroked my head, automatically extending her tongue. Mermaids are very skilled in this area; she panted and moaned softly in response to me. I roamed her wet, fragrant body, this mermaid arousing my desire. I didn't bother with any foreplay, pulled out my enormous penis, and pressed it directly against Hong'er's hairless, white tiger-like vulva.

"Ah!"

Hong'er cried out softly, involuntarily raising her plump, beautiful buttocks. I, still aroused, pressed her buttocks down, pulled hard, and with a "plop," thrust in.

"Ah!"

Hong'er screamed, her eyes trembling with tears as she looked at me, hitting my chest and saying, "You're so bad, go slower, it's my first time."

"You still have a first time?"

I chuckled, looking down at her beautiful vulva stretched to its limit by my large, thick penis, with bright red blood slowly flowing out. So even after she became human, she was still a virgin. I was too reckless, treating her like this. I immediately kissed her fragrant lips and said, "I'm sorry, Hong'er, please forgive me?"

Hong'er said with tears streaming down her face, "I wanted to create a beautiful memory, but you were so impatient."

I pinched her beautiful buttocks, watching her coquettish appearance, her vulva tightly clenched, and I was so excited that I forgot about flirting. I lifted her beautiful buttocks and gently thrust in and out.

"Mmm, it hurts!"

Hong'er twisted her beautiful buttocks and groaned, biting her red lips.

"A short pain is better than a long one."

I changed to lying on the ground, holding Hong'er's plump buttocks, and began to thrust violently upwards.

"Ahhh, it hurts!"

Hong'er lay on top of me, clutching my clothes, enduring my intense thrusts.

After hundreds of breathless thrusts, Hong'er's face flushed, and she moaned with pleasure. I thrust hundreds more times, and Hong'er threw her head back and cried out, her beautiful vagina clenching tightly, spasming. I held Hong'er's buttocks tightly, my penis throbbing, and I ejaculated, pressing against Hong'er's clitoris.

Hong'er let out a soft moan of pleasure, and we both calmed down at the same time. Hong'er looked at me with teary eyes and said, "Do you do this to your mother too?"

I stroked Hong'er's face and said, "No, it's because Hong'er is too beautiful. I got angry just now and was about to have sex with that slut Ziwei, which aroused me. I only want you when I see you."

Hong'er complained, "You bad boy! Be gentler to me next time. My first time is gone like this."

"I will, I will."

I patted Hong'er's plump buttocks and bit her sweet breasts. I heard the village alarm blaring, probably the police had arrived.

Hong'er, however, couldn't bear to part with me. She pressed me to the ground again, looking at me and saying, "When will I see you again?"

I said, "The village matters are all resolved. Bring Qing'er up in a few days."

"Okay!"

Hong'er nodded, kissed me, and swayed her beautiful buttocks. Her vulva was slightly open, and red virgin blood mixed with white semen flowed down her beautiful legs. As it was submerged in the water, it floated on the surface, a very lewd sight.

I took the package Hong'er gave me and hurried back to the village. Several policemen were waiting for me at the door. Seeing me come in, they immediately said, "Stop!"

I was stunned. The body of the myna bird had already been covered. The police and I both understood the situation tacitly. The police probably heard from the villagers that I had killed the myna bird.

I saw a policeman who seemed to be their leader and quietly said to him, "Brother, let's talk inside."

The policeman still pretended, saying menacingly, "We suspect you of murder. Please come with us."

I could tell they were good at faking it. I grabbed the policeman's hand and shoved it into my bag. This bastard loved this stuff. He was short on cash lately, and his eyes lit up. He pretended again, yelling at me, "No way!"

I said coldly, "You know who we are in. How did you guys get out of this murder case? This place is far from the reach of the authorities. You'd better be sensible, or else..."

"You dare threaten the police!"

another policeman roared.

"Hmm!"

The leader was a little worried. He was greedy, and he had been to this village before. If things went wrong, he might not be able to get back.

"Brother, let's talk inside."

I saw he was tempted.

After we went inside, I closed the door, shook the bag, and a huge pile of gold and silver was on the table, along with several pink diamonds he had never seen before, from South Africa, very rare.

I felt a pang of heartache. Hong'er was really generous, giving such good things to this grandson—it was such a waste. The boss

's eyes lit up, especially when he saw the pink diamonds; his eyes practically popped out of their sockets. Each one was about the size of a bowl, five in total. I felt so bad for him that my teeth almost broke.

"Brother, these are all for you. Police officers only get so little pay each month. If you help me settle this matter, these pink diamonds alone are priceless, making you a billionaire overnight."

I said, seeing the boss's pink eyes.

"For me?"

The boss couldn't believe his ears.

I nodded. The leader picked up a pink diamond and admired it. He looked at me and chuckled, saying, "So, what happened?"

I said, "That Lao Ba (Old Eight) is greedy and lecherous. He doesn't have a good reputation in our village. The other day, he even bullied my sister-in-law, saying he wanted several of us to gang rape her. Luckily, I discovered it early. This afternoon, I heard my sister-in-law screaming again. I went out to check, and this bastard had her pinned to the ground, trying to rape her. I got angry and kicked him to death. I heard he's the one who committed all the murders in the village before, raping and killing several widows. Our clan chief protects him, so he's gotten away with it." "

Then you acted in self-defense

," the leader interrupted. "Great! You rid the people of a scourge! Who else should die if not him?"

"Brother, you're so understanding. What do you think?"

"No guilt, no guilt, self-defense. I heard your clan chief is dead?"

"Dead. They were fighting amongst themselves, birds of a feather. Lao Ba killed him to cover it up."

"Oh, alright then, kid, your sister-in-law is quite a beauty,"

the boss said lecherously. I was annoyed and picked up the package to put it away, but the boss quickly said, "Brother, I misspoke, is it wrong for me to misspoke?"

I suddenly turned icy and approached the boss, saying, "I know you bastards are greedy for money. Maybe you'll take my things and then turn against me, and maybe my sister-in-law will suffer too. Listen to me." As

I spoke, I picked up a tempered glass from the living room table, squeezed it in my hand, and instantly crushed it into a lump of scrap metal. The boss, startled, swallowed hard and said, "You... what do you want?"

I chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I know you understand my family situation, but things aren't what they used to be. With this much stuff, I can bribe any assassin. If you dare to turn against me, let me tell you, you can run to the ends of the earth, but it won't help. I'll make sure you lose everything."

The boss, seeing the terror in my eyes, said, "Sure, sure. I take money to solve problems; I know the rules."

I chuckled and patted the boss on the shoulder, saying, "I heard about a case in town. They say the bureau chief took hundreds of thousands of yuan from someone, then suddenly turned against them, causing their family to be ruined and even their lives to end. He also raped a mother and daughter, and then claimed it was suicide. I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen to me. It's bad for both of us, right,

Chief?" "That's right, that's right. Everyone gets rich, everyone gets rich! With all this money, I wouldn't be that damn bureau chief anymore. I'd live a carefree life, with as many women as I wanted. Don't worry, I'm good at this kind of thing."

With that, he rolled up his bundle and headed out.

I heard the bureau chief say a few words outside, and then the police car drove away.

I opened the bedroom door and suddenly realized my father's body was gone, leaving only a white sheet flat on the floor. I was startled. Had he come back to life?

Looking at my mother sleeping peacefully, I thought of Nuwa and felt a pang of sadness. Suddenly, I saw a pill on the bedside table. It was probably my mother's contraceptive pill. She said that kind of pill could prevent pregnancy, but I'd never seen it before. I wondered if it was true?

I picked it up and saw a voice say, "Father, this is the Resurrection Pill refined by your master Shennong. You were reluctant to eat it, so you saved it for me. I'm returning it to you. Our father-daughter bond is severed. Take care, Father."

Then the voice disappeared, like a modern phone message. It was probably Nuwa leaving the medicine as a message while I was fighting those people in the courtyard. Sadly, she's gone.

I sighed, tired, and hugged my mother, kissing her lips. I thought to myself, from today onwards, this bedroom belongs to my mother and me.

Breathing in my mother's fragrance, I drifted off to sleep.

I vaguely heard my mother gently calling me in the morning, "Xiaoyao, time to eat."

My mother was even more beautiful in the morning. She stroked my head, and I hugged her tightly. She let out a soft moan and playfully punched me, saying, "You're being naughty so early in the morning. Come on, eat."

I hugged my mother's round, beautiful buttocks and said, "Mom, I want you!"

My mother struggled and said, "No, what if someone comes so early in the morning? It's strange, the clan chief's family should be causing trouble for our family, but why haven't they made a sound?"

I chuckled and kneaded my mother's beautiful buttocks, recounting what happened last night. My mother looked at me in surprise and said, "The clan chief is dead?"

I nodded. My mother stared at me blankly and asked again, "The Goddess Nuwa is dead too?"

I nodded and said, "And Dad's body is gone too. I don't know what happened. I guess he's returned to his previous state."

"Sigh!"

My mother thought of Dad and felt a pang of guilt.

I slipped my hand inside my mother's pants, kneading her beautiful buttocks. My mother moaned and pushed my hand away, but after my teasing, she glanced at the closed curtains and complained, "Hurry up!"

I understood; my mother wanted it too. I quickly flipped her over, stripped both of us naked, kissed her lips, and caressed her fragrant body. My mother moaned, spread her legs, grasped my large penis, and pressed it against the entrance of her plump, white vulva, softly saying, "Bad boy, come in."

I pinched my mother's ample breasts, eagerly biting her nipples. My mother moaned, twisting her hips.

She swallowed half of my penis, her desire overwhelming. I let out a satisfied "Ah!" and released her breasts, thrusting my hips in completely.

"Ah!"

My mother also cried out, her legs tightly clamping my back.

"Xiaoyao! Xiaoyao, my mom... ah!"

Qiuxiang burst in, ruining our good time. Mom was about to enjoy my big cock when she suddenly pushed me away and pulled it out with a whoosh. Mom quickly covered herself with her clothes. Qiuxiang's face was a mixture of anxiety and embarrassment as she cried, "My mom can't take it anymore!"

"Ah!"

Mom and I exclaimed simultaneously.

Chapter 29

Xuelan looked so weak, her quiet and beautiful face now showing a deathly stillness. Her body was thin and bony, but her full breasts hadn't shrunk; they now appeared so prominent, like two large bowls placed on her chest.

It seemed that even God favored this sickly beauty, like Lin Daiyu, not letting her beauty completely disappear. She opened her gentle and beautiful eyes. People, at the moment of death, perhaps experience a final burst of energy, their eyes exceptionally bright.

The village elders say that at the moment of death, a person can see the boundary between Yin and Yang. If her husband, who predeceased her, is waiting for her in the underworld... Then she saw her husband, Master Yu.

Master Yu had done many good deeds in his life and suffered no hardship in the underworld. He stood on the Bridge of Helplessness, wearing only shorts, watching her soul fly down from the sky. She threw herself into Master Yu's arms like a swallow returning to its nest. They had been separated for about fifteen years, and the couple had many longings for each other. Absence

makes the heart grow fonder. Master Yu gently unbuttoned his flowing white robe, revealing an alluring body that he couldn't resist. Xue Lan hesitated, covering her genitals with one hand, her face flushed. Master Yu embraced her from behind, pulled down her shorts, and his engorged penis thrust eagerly into Xue Lan's fifteen-year-old, parched passage.

"Ah!"

Xue Lan gritted her teeth. Fifteen years without intimacy, just as she was about to enjoy marital bliss, Master Yu, too excited, thrust a few times in Xue Lan's long-uncultivated fertile soil and ejaculated.

Xue Lan's recently aroused desire vanished as if doused with cold water. She looked resentfully at the panting Master Yu, who smiled slightly and said, "Lan'er, you deserve your own happiness. Go back; someone will take care of you."

Tears streamed down Xue Lan's face as she shook her head desperately. Something was stuffed into her mouth, which she swallowed with a gurgling sound.

She felt as if something had restarted her life force, and her thin, bony body suddenly felt full.

"Cough, cough, cough," Xue Lan coughed violently, her full breasts heaving. After struggling in the yin-yang river for so long, she finally breathed in fresh air.

Opening her eyes, she saw her daughter, Qiu Xiang, her eyes red from crying. She saw me and my mother standing by her bedside.

"Mom!"

Qiu Xiang cried out in surprise, seeing her mother alive again, and threw herself into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Xuelan raised her hand and was surprised to see that her hands, which had been so thin they were just skin and bones, were now like the round, jade-like hands she had after marrying into the Yu family—slender fingers, full of flesh and blood. Her body was completely healed.

"Don't cry, child, Mom is alright now,"

Xuelan smiled gently, patting Qiuxiang's shoulder.

I was stunned by Xuelan's transformation. It was like seeing the real Lin Daiyu. Xuelan's face had not only regained its normal color but was also like a face sculpted from jade. Her natural radiance was fully activated, making her appear hazy, like looking at flowers through a mist. She had bright, delicate eyes, a modern-day pointed chin like Lin Daiyu, full, sensual lips, and a straight nose.

Ah! This was probably what Xuelan looked like in her youth—so beautiful! No wonder Master Yu doted on her so much.

Now, she was charming and lovely, her face like that of an eighteen-year-old girl, yet exuding the mature aura unique to a young woman.

It seems the elixir of life-restoring power that Nuwa left me can not only save lives but also rejuvenate. It brings out the most beautiful side of a woman.

My mother was also surprised by Xue Lan's transformation into such beauty. She had seen Xue Lan when she married into the Yu family, and her beauty had even made her, a great beauty herself, envious. At that time, everyone in the village exclaimed that a Lin Daiyu had fallen from the sky.

But over the years, she had been ill, and without her husband, she had been bullied by the villagers. This had been detrimental to her beauty and health. Although naturally beautiful, she was never as radiant as before she came.

Qiu Xiang looked at her mother with joy and surprise, and couldn't help but say, "Mom, you've become more beautiful."

Xue Lan blushed. She was the quiet, refined type of woman from a well-to-do family, and her extensive reading gave her a scholarly air that other rural women lacked. It was different from her mother's simple beauty, different from Li Yufeng's mature and fiery beauty, and different from Ziwei's noble and proud beauty. She possessed a vibrant beauty that other women couldn't match, a beauty that held a book in her hands.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you brat!"

Xue Lan clearly realized she had changed, and a sweet feeling washed over her. What woman doesn't want to be beautiful ?

Xue Lan was about to speak to us when she saw my lustful, burning eyes staring at her, especially at her chest, and her face instantly turned bright red. Which young girl isn't sentimental? When I was little, I wasn't bad-looking either, and I was good to Qiu Xiang from her family, which made her envious.

Having read countless books over the years, she longed for stories of talented men and beautiful women. Although Master Yu was also a talented man, he was rather old and not romantic enough for her. Women all hope their men are romantic; that's true love.

Now that I've grown into a man, those hidden feelings from childhood can no longer be contained. She, a woman old enough to be my mother, lowered her head shyly and alluringly.

My mother noticed my lustful look and gave me a pinch on the bottom.

"Ouch!"

I winced in pain. This amused Xue Lan, who rarely smiled due to the hardships of life, but when she did, it was so sweet, like a sweet little girl's smile, warm and charming.

"Alright, Sister Lan, now your illness is gone, and you've become more beautiful. I'm so envious,"

my mother said, looking at Xue Lan with envy.

Xuelan asked, "How did I get better?"

I smiled and said, "I gave you a Resurrection Pill, given to me by the Goddess Nuwa. It seems your life wasn't meant to end. It would be such a pity for such a beautiful woman like Aunt Lan to die."

Xuelan blushed, remembering a fortune teller who had said that if someone could cure her illness, that person would be her true love. Master Yu hadn't cured her, but he was kind to her. Could this young man be...?

Xuelan smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Xiaoyao."

My mother took Xuelan's hand and said, "No need for thanks. You're better now, you should rest."

Xuelan shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I'm all better."

She looked at me, remembering when she arrived in the Yin-Yang realm, Master Yu said someone would take care of her. Could this young man be the one who takes care of her?

Thinking about it, I felt ashamed. I could be his mother, how could I think like this?

Xuelan and my mother chatted happily.

Qiu Xiang said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll make some, and we can eat together."

Mom said, "No need, I've already made it. You wait here, I'll go get it."

As she spoke, Mom swayed her plump, round buttocks and gave me a sidelong glance. Judging from her expression, I hadn't satisfied her. Mom's sex drive is at its peak at this age, and Qiu Xiang had ruined things. Now, having been penetrated once by me, the pent-up hormones from the night were surging and couldn't be contained.

I had an idea: I'd go home and satisfy my mother before coming back. I hurriedly said, "Mom, let me help you."

Mom said, "No need, you should keep your Aunt Lan company. I'll go back and make another dish. It's not enough for four people."

After saying that, Mom gestured towards Qiu Xiang, meaning that she hadn't been affectionate with Qiu Xiang for days, and Qiu Xiang might complain.

I could only nod. Although it wasn't as pleasurable as entering Mom's plump, round hole, I hadn't been affectionate with Qiu Xiang, that raw cucumber, for days. They were both round holes, so it was the same.

After Mom left, Xue Lan said she wanted to sleep for a while. I pulled Qiu Xiang into the living room. Qiu Xiang looked at me tenderly and said, "Thank you, Xiaoyao."

I placed my hand on Qiu Xiang's round, pert bottom and kneaded it, saying, "You think you can thank me with just a few words?"

Qiu Xiang felt my thick, hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen through her pants, and her pretty face flushed as she said, "You want it?"

I kissed Qiu Xiang's lips and said, "I'm upset that you ruined my mother's plans, so I'm taking it out on you."

Qiu Xiang hurriedly said, "No, my mother is inside."

I smiled mischievously and said, "Your mother is so beautiful. I really want to take you both under my wing."

Qiu Xiang looked unhappy. She said, "You bad guy, don't even think about my mom, she's very conservative."

I said, "I've already done that with my mom, and you're keeping her in the dark. She must be so lonely."

Qiu Xiang shook her head, hitting my chest and saying, "No, no."

I laughed and pressed Qiu Xiang down on the sofa, saying, "Okay, then I'll satisfy you now."

Qiu Xiang panted and obeyed me, looking at me and saying, "Be gentle, don't wake my mom."

I quickly stripped Qiu Xiang naked, and a small, inexperienced, snow-white body came into view. Her small breasts were full and firm; in a few more years, they would be as big as her mother's. Her shapely, long legs and full, white vulva opened and closed, a little dry. No wonder, it wasn't her arousal time yet.

Qiu Xiang turned her head away in embarrassment, covering her vulva with one hand. She simply sat up and hugged me, saying, "Don't look,

I'm shy." I lowered my head and kissed Qiu Xiang's small mouth, forcefully prying open her pearly teeth. My large hands caressed Qiu Xiang's beautiful legs and pert little buttocks. Absence makes the heart grow fonder; I hadn't cherished her for a few days, and I really missed this inexperienced body.

Qiu Xiang gasped softly from my kisses. When I pushed aside her small hand covering her genitals and touched her vulva, the little girl was already wet. I vigorously rubbed her full breasts a few times. Qiu Xiang twisted her petite body, now aroused. She hastily unzipped my pants, and ended up stripping me naked from the waist down.

Her small hands obediently grasped my large penis. A warm sensation, the hardness of my penis, and the masculine kiss made Qiu Xiang crave this feeling even more after losing her virginity. Her little hands were stroking my large penis, her little mouth never idle as I kissed her, chasing after my lips to kiss them back. Her little buttocks were being gently stroked and then kneaded heavily.

"Ah! Xiaoyao, I want it so badly!"

the little girl finally couldn't hold back any longer and whispered. Her

little hands weren't idle either, guiding my penis, pressing it against her pink, clam-like vulva. I lowered my head and teased her jujube-like nipples. My large penis was being pulled by Qiu Xiang to enter her vulva, but I resisted, pulling my buttocks back. Qiu Xiang bit her red lips in desperation, and I bit her nipple, causing her

to cry out , "Ah!"

Qiu Xiang covered her mouth, looking at me pleadingly, "Give it to me, I want it.

" I chuckled, gliding my thick penis inside her wet vulva. I teased her from time to time, my large penis slapping against her plump, white vulva.

Qiu Xiang was even more anxious now, but more afraid than anything else. She'd tasted my penis; it was thick and large, and inserting it felt like being stabbed with a rolling pin—a tearing sensation.

There's a joke about a death row inmate being executed. The policeman misaimed; the first shot hit the ground, the second hit his leg, and the third missed. The inmate, terrified, cried, "Brother, just strangle me! It's too scary!"

Qiu Xiang looked at my enormous penis like someone about to be executed, biting her red lips, a mixture of desire and fear.

Just then, when she was caught off guard, my purplish-red glans parted her plump labia, gripped her beautiful legs, and with a "plop," thrust into her tender embrace.

"Ah!"

Qiu Xiang finally cried out, covering her mouth, ignoring the tearing pain in her lower body, looking panicked at Xue Lan's room.

I hissed with pleasure; this little girl's vagina was still so tight, enjoying Qiu Xiang's spasmodic writhing, her trembling, innocent eyes making it seem as if I were raping her. Tears fell; that delicate charm and innocent eyes, in my eyes, became a symbol of a man conquering a woman.

My large penis entered completely, forcefully pushing Qiu Xiang's cervix back to the extreme of its length. Pressing firmly against Qiu Xiang's plump perineum, I began a series of small, rhythmic thrusts.

"Ahhh, hey hey hey, Xiaoyao, I... be gentle, it's been days since I've done this, it hurts so much."

The little girl gripped my arm tightly, her little buttocks swaying as I thrust into her, as if I were stabbing her with a knife, her nails digging into my arm.

That pain was nothing compared to the pain of my big cock inside her tight, beautiful hole; on the contrary, it increased my lust, and I began a long piston-like motion.

Qiu Xiang couldn't help but cry out "Ahhh," looking helplessly at Xue Lan's room, her uterus spasming under my long thrusts. Her wide-open hole felt like a stick was being stabbed into her flesh.

"Gently, ahhh, good, so comfortable." "

Slap slap slap," I didn't care about anything anymore; I deliberately woke Xue Lan up so she would know in advance.

Xue Lan had already been awakened by Qiu Xiang's "Ah," she was experienced and knew what we were doing, especially since I was already her future son-in-law. It wasn't surprising, but this future son-in-law was too indecent, knowing he would hear, yet still indulging in lewdness.

Her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment. She covered her head with the blanket, not wanting to hear it. As a well-educated woman, she couldn't bear to hear such things, but the sounds grew louder and louder.

"Ah, so comfortable, Xiaoyao, hurry up."

"Slap slap slap slap" I didn't disappoint the little girl's expectations, thrusting quickly in and out of her tender, beautiful hole.

Xue Lan blushed with embarrassment. The live sex show she heard awakened her hormones that had been dormant for fifteen years. Suddenly, she felt her proud breasts and nipples throbbing, and her beautiful hole began to moisten slightly. She twisted her beautiful buttocks, biting her red lips. The blush of embarrassment turned into the flush of lust. She couldn't help but tighten her legs and cried out helplessly, "No, Xiaoyao, you little brat."

Despite her words, she placed her jade hands on her ample breasts and couldn't help but rub them. Her full cherry lips let out the first sigh of lust in fifteen years, "Ah!"

She quickly removed her hands in embarrassment and curled up to cover her ears.

But the noise grew louder, the collision of flesh, Qiu Xiang's delicate moans and gasps filled the air. I deliberately pounded into Qiu Xiang's plump vulva like a ram, Qiu Xiang was brought to a wet, wet state by my thrusts. My large penis entered and withdrew, making a "gurgling" sound.

"Ahhh, oh my god, my mom will hear, Xiaoyao, it feels so good, you haven't touched me for days, it feels so good. I love your thing, hurry up."

"Ah, Xiang'er, your pussy is so tight, so warm, it feels so good, ah, so tight."

I deliberately shouted loudly. I continued to love Qiu Xiang, my large penis never stopping in and out of her already swollen and red vulva.

Xue Lan bit her red lips, tears welling up in her eyes. She was a lady from a respectable family, how could she forget the teachings of the sages? But she couldn't control the tide of hormones surging within her. One hand rubbed her large breasts, the other reached to her most mysterious forbidden area, and touched it, and found it was wet.

She listened trembling to the sounds of passionate intercourse outside, shaking her head, closing her eyes, rubbing her ample breasts, and then began to rub her vulva.

"No, I'm not that kind of woman, why aren't they finished yet?"

Tears streamed down Xue Lan's face. Though she said this, her hands wouldn't obey, rubbing herself vigorously. Her pretty face flushed red, her body, which she had guarded for fifteen years, had been violated by Fu Gen. Although Fu Gen had pulled down her pants and seen her plump vulva, he probably ejaculated prematurely, excitedly ejaculating on her vulva without penetration.

Even so, she thought she had lost her virginity and was heartbroken. But after that incident, her shame gradually faded, and with me saving his life, she felt grateful and suddenly felt a kind of jealousy towards Qiu Xiang.

"Xiaoyao, ahh, don't torture me like this. Why can Qiuxiang enjoy this feeling, but I can't?"

Xuelan simply reached into her panties, tears streaming down her face, her fingers inserting into her already muddy passage. It had been fifteen years since she'd done this, neither with a man's penis nor with her own fingers.

Sexual desire was human nature; she couldn't stop it.

Hearing Qiuxiang and I making increasingly intense lovemaking outside, she unconsciously matched our rhythm, her fingers thrusting in and out of her passage, stirring. Though shameful, the pleasure outweighed all shame.

"Ah, umm, good, Xiaoyao, Aunt Lan likes you. I don't adhere to any of the three obediences and four virtues. I want it too, Xiaoyao..."

She imagined me on top of her, my large penis moving in and out of her passage, as gentle as a lover's. In her dazed state, her cries grew louder with Qiuxiang's, experiencing a miraculous, intense feeling she hadn't felt in fifteen years—no, since becoming a woman.

"Xiaoyao, ahhh, I'm coming, faster, ahhhhh..."

On the verge of climax, Qiuxiang's fingers trembled and stirred incessantly. Mother and daughter were of one mind; the daughter was enjoying being filled by her future son-in-law's large penis, while the mother listened to her daughter's cries of pleasure, using her own fingers as a penis.

"Ah...ah...coming, Xiaoyao, Xiang'er is so happy, coming..."

Qiuxiang's voice gradually became hoarse. But my vigor did not diminish; the impact of flesh against flesh, the friction of genitals, caused Qiuxiang's honeyed "squelching" sounds, tormenting this well-mannered woman.

Xuelan trembled and curled up, her teeth clenched, her lower body beginning to throb. An unprecedented sensation made her cry out along with her daughter, "Xiaoyao, Lan'er is here! Lan'er is so happy, ah..."

Xuelan and Qiuxiang, mother and daughter, tensed simultaneously, unable to utter a sound. A tidal wave of orgasm surged from their wombs, soaking Xuelan's panties and drenching my large glans inserted into Qiuxiang's passage.

Xuelan trembled, staring blankly at the rafters. A strange emptiness followed the orgasm, and tears streamed down her face. She finally came to her senses: "What have I done? I'm a shameless woman,"

she sobbed softly.

Just when I thought it was over, I heard Qiu Xiang's delicate voice outside ask, "Xiaoyao, did you come?"

I panted heavily, kneading Qiu Xiang's full, round breasts, and said, "No, come on, get up, let me pamper you from behind."

Xue Lan closed her eyes in pain, silently thinking, "It's not over yet, Xiang'er is so lucky."

Suddenly, I heard three sounds in succession: "Plop," "Slap," and "Ah!" Xue Lan actually murmured, "That must have felt really good."

Then I heard Xiang'er's panting, moaning, and screaming again, and the sound of my erection pounding against Qiu Xiang's little buttocks.

Xue Lan murmured, "No one has ever pampered me like that before. Am I still a complete woman?"

She shook her head again, saying, "No, I can't betray Master."

But the sounds of a passionate encounter tormented her; Master Yu had never given her an orgasm.

"Xiang'er, your buttocks are so round. Look, ouch, it's even tighter in the back. Look, your buttocks are all red."

Hearing my words, Xue Lan couldn't help but touch her plump, upturned buttocks. This well-mannered woman, at this moment, actually wanted to see this live sex show.

She trembled as she got up, feeling somewhat exhausted after her orgasm. Leaning against the door, she peeked into the living room and her head exploded.

In broad daylight, her daughter's snow-white buttocks were sticking out, already somewhat red from being pounded. Looking further down, her future son-in-law's astonishingly large penis was actually forcibly stretching open her daughter's small, plump, and tender vagina. It was stretched wide open, so wide that she was worried her daughter would be hurt.

The future son-in-law's hand rested on his daughter's round, white buttocks. His hips moved back and forth, pulling out a large section, revealing the daughter's tender pink flesh inside. With a thrust forward, his thick penis, along with her tender flesh, squeezed in. At this moment, the daughter let out a soft "Ah!" biting her red lips, tilting her head back, and gripping the sofa cushion tightly.

"It must be hitting her cervix,"

Xue Lan thought, her heart pounding in her chest. Based on her experience, she knew that her future son-in-law's thick, long penis would definitely hit her daughter's delicate uterus.

"Ah!"

Xue Lan's eyes lingered on the spot where her daughter and future son-in-law were joined. It was so beautiful, her daughter so happy—why hadn't she experienced that?

Xue Lan closed her eyes, unable to bear it any longer. It was a shameful thing; she and her husband had always done it in the dark before. Seeing such an unbearable scene now filled her with embarrassment.

"Mmm, so comfortable, Xiaoyao, you're the best, Xiang'er feels so good."

I moved in and out of Qiu Xiang's beautiful hole at a steady pace. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xue Lan standing timidly at the door. I deliberately said, "Xiang'er, yours is so tight. Is mine big and thick?"

"It's so big, Xiaoyao, I'm so happy."

I asked again, "Then do you want your mother to enjoy it too?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan withdrew her head and gasped for breath. Hearing Qiu Xiang's resistance as she twisted her buttocks, she covered her blushing face and said, "This brat, he's so embarrassing. How could he think like that?"

I moved in and out of Qiu Xiang's beautiful hole and asked, "Xiang'er, aren't you very filial to your mother? Look how lonely your mother is. If you get married one day, your mother will be all alone. Can you bear it?"

Qiu Xiang bit her red lips, frowned, and occasionally hummed in agreement, then fell silent.

I continued, "It's not that I'm bad. I'm married, so I can take care of my mother. But what about you? Our custom here is that a woman follows her husband wherever he goes. If you leave, you'll definitely have to take care of the children, me, and your mother-in-law. Can you take care of your mother? Your mother has suffered so much, just like my mother. As children, we should let them stay with us for life, shouldn't we?"

Upon hearing this, Xuelan covered her mouth and cried. Yes, Xiang'er was gone, and she was all alone. But what was Xiaoyao thinking? He was taking advantage of both mother and daughter. How could she face anyone after this?

Qiu Xiang, her eyes red and panting, pushed away my throbbing waist. My large penis separated from her swollen vulva. Qiu Xiang nestled in my arms and said, "You're right. I can't bear to see my mother suffer. But, in the future, if you, my mother, and I are all like this, won't people laugh at us? What kind of mother and daughter marry the same man?"

I stroked Qiu Xiang's buttocks and said, "Now that you have money, everything is reasonable. Who cares about you? As long as you and your mother are with me, I promise I won't let anyone bully you. I will protect you and take care of you for the rest of your lives. As long as your mother is willing, at home we are mother and daughter sharing one husband, and outside we are son-in-law and mother-in-law, right?"

Qiu Xiang pouted and said, "I'm afraid my mother won't agree."

Xue Lan tried her best not to cry. She squatted behind the door, struggling. She couldn't do this, she couldn't.

Just as she was about to get up, someone stood in front of her. It was me, standing in front of her with my large penis erect.

"Ah! You..."

Xue Lan's pretty face flushed red with embarrassment, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. She stole a glance at my big penis and turned to leave.

I hugged Xue Lan from behind. Xue Lan trembled slightly like a bird caught in a trap, but she also felt the strong embrace of this masculine man. But what was even more embarrassing was that my big penis was pressing against her plump buttocks.

Xuelan twisted slightly and said, "Xiaoyao, please let go of Aunt Lan, okay? I..."

I hugged Xuelan, as if I were hugging Lin Daiyu, excited and moved, and gently whispered in Xuelan's ear, "Aunt Lan, I remember all the kindness you showed me when I was little. I have nothing to repay you with, but I want to take care of you for the rest of my life."

Xuelan turned to look at me, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "No, you're my future son-in-law, how can we be like this? Besides, would Xiang'er agree?"

I gently turned Xuelan's pretty face, looking at this jade-like beauty, and gently kissed her lips. Xuelan seemed to have been electrocuted, painfully closing her eyes in a mixture of resistance and acceptance, only shaking her head and saying, "No, Xiaoyao, we..."

Qiu Xiang walked over naked, took Xuelan's hand, and said, "Mom, I will agree. Xiaoyao knows how to cherish women. You've suffered your whole life, I don't want to see you all alone after I get married."

"But..."

Xuelan looked at Qiu Xiang with tears streaming down her face.

I embraced Qiu Xiang with one arm and Xue Lan with the other. The mother and daughter, one youthful and beautiful, the other mature and alluring.

I looked at Xue Lan and said, "Aunt Lan, what are you still worried about? Don't you want it? If you don't want it, why are you peeking at us?"

"I..."

Xue Lan blushed to her ears, looking at Qiu Xiang and saying, "Xiang'er, is it really okay?"

Qiu Xiang nodded.

I tapped Qiu Xiang's forehead and said, "You can be quiet for now, I need to pamper your mother."

Qiu Xiang pouted unwillingly, her pretty face flushing. Like Xue Lan, she was conservative; she couldn't quite accept the idea of a mother and daughter doing that with a man.

I suddenly picked Xue Lan up. Xue Lan weakly pushed against my chest, saying, "No, Xiaoyao, let me go. If your mother finds out, how can I face her?"

Qiu Xiang and I exchanged a smile. My mother and I had already done that; what difference would it make if she found out?

I placed Xue Lan on her old wooden bed. Xue Lan closed her eyes in embarrassment and just shook her head.

I climbed on top of Xue Lan and gently kissed her lips. Xue Lan resisted, turning her head away and saying, "Xiao Yao, no."

I chuckled and said, "Fine, then you don't want to. Xiang'er and I will continue, leaving you anxiously watching."

"You..."

Xue Lan gave me a coquettish glare and said, "I... I can't betray Xiang'er's father."

I laughed and said, "When you arrived at the Yin-Yang Realm, didn't Master Yu say that someone would take care of you?"

Xue Lan asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

I chuckled and said, "Saving your life is a small matter. Besides, I saw you and Master Yu consummate your marriage. Master Yu ejaculated in just a few strokes. Didn't you feel empty?"

"I..."

Xue Lan blushed, punched my chest, and like a little wife, gave me a coquettish glare. She looked at Qiu Xiang sitting next to her, and the mother and daughter exchanged a shy smile.

I gently placed my hand on Xue Lan's ample bosom. Xue Lan blushed and tried to push me away, but her hand stopped when it touched mine. She looked at me tenderly and asked, "Can you really take care of me for the rest of my life?"

I nodded and said, "I want to cherish you and your daughter for the rest of my life."

Xue Lan sweetly wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "Then won't you mind? I was bullied by Fu Gen."

I laughed and said, "I know. That time Fu Gen was useless. He saw how beautiful Aunt Lan was and ejaculated before even penetrating her."

Xue Lan pouted and said in surprise, "How did you know?" "?"

I laughed and said, "Because you're my woman, I know everything you're hiding in your heart. You know what? Aunt Lan, you're so beautiful, even more beautiful than Lin Daiyu."

Xue Lan smiled shyly and said, "Where am I beautiful?"

I kneaded Xue Lan's ample breasts and said softly, "Aunt Lan, give yourself to me, I want you, I haven't ejaculated yet."

Xue Lan shyly punched my chest and said, "Don't swear, I...I...Auntie will give it to you..."

I excitedly began to unbutton Xue Lan's clothes, Qiu Xiang held Xue Lan's hand, and the mother and daughter's pretty faces turned red.

They had never tried mother and daughter sharing a husband before. Shy yet expectant.

I was even more excited. This Aunt Lan, who used to cook delicious food for me when I was a child, actually obeyed me today and wanted to become my woman. This woman, like Lin Daiyu, I wanted to conquer her, to insert my peerless big meat stick into her beautiful hole, and make this Lin Daiyu feel like she was dying of pleasure. One orgasm after another.

I couldn't wait to pull off Xue Lan's bra.

My heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, and even her breasts were so poetically beautiful. Although they weren't as magnificent as her mother's, they were full and round, much larger than her daughter's, with a mature abundance. They were like two large bowls inverted on her chest, pure white. Her nipples, like buds, were as pink as a young girl's, proudly standing on her snow-white breasts.

I remembered a line from a Tang Dynasty poet, praising women who exposed their breasts at that time: "Breasts like snow, face like a flower."

This was truly a description of Xue Lan.

Without thinking, I plunged my head between Xue Lan's breasts. Qiu Xiang sprang in from behind me, pulled out my large penis that was pressing against Xue Lan's lower abdomen, and unusually opened her small mouth, slowly taking my large glans into her mouth...

Xue Lan let out a soft cry, tears streaming down her face, and murmured, "Xiang'er's father, today I want to be a real woman."

Xue Lan's beautiful face was captivating, her cheeks flushed as if painted with rouge. Her eyes were brimming with desire, her bright red lips were slightly parted, her fair neck was long and graceful, and her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath.

Those round, white breasts seemed to defy gravity, standing tall before me.

The skin of her breasts, as smooth and white as jade, was so full that the veins on her nipples were clearly visible, winding across her fair skin. At the tips of her full breasts, two pink nipples, like delicate buds, had few areolas, as tender as a virgin's. No wonder, this beautiful widow hadn't had sex for fifteen years, thus remaining "chaste."

"Mmm..."

Her breasts were submerged under the burning gaze of this lustful wolf, her beauty incomparable, her delicate and shy demeanor unmatched. This young woman hadn't had her proud breasts looked at so wildly by a man in fifteen years. Xuelan blushed shyly, her beautiful eyes closed, her delicate hands involuntarily gripping my strong arm.

Perhaps being a rural woman, she lacked autonomy, helplessly letting men enjoy her, merely a supporting character. Her long, slender legs crossed, the inexplicable itch between her thighs making her even more ashamed. How could she be so shameless? Having her breasts aroused by a young man's gaze, her crossed legs slowly shifted, her crotch soaked, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She bit her lip, her trembling slightly, her delicate hands gripping my arm also trembling involuntarily. Shyness and helplessness overwhelmed

this widow of fifteen years, making her unable to let go of her shame, her face streaked with tears, gently shaking her head. In my eyes, she was even more delicate and charming, captivating and alluring, speaking softly and gently, smiling sweetly, her beautiful eyes sparkling, exuding charm with every glance.

This was my beloved Aunt Lan, the kind mother to me when I was a child. Back then, her breasts were firm and perky, every inch of her skin filled with the fragrance of a young woman. I didn't feel anything then, but now I'm grown up. I remember Xue Lan swaying her mature, round, beautiful buttocks, bustling in and out of the kitchen, busy making snacks for me. Now, I'm actually pinning this "Lin Daiyu" down on the bed, about to endlessly rape her. How could I not be excited?

I came to my senses, swallowing awkwardly, my throat feeling dry. After admiring the young widow's breasts,

I suddenly felt the clumsy little widow fumble around for a while, then, without any instruction, she learned to play the flute. Because my penis was so big, the little widow's fragrant mouth opened to its fullest extent, and when a fifth of my large penis was inside, she tentatively used her small, fragrant tongue to trace patterns on my glans.

This touch made me feel my penis enter a warm environment, being gently stroked by a soft, fragrant tongue on my sensitive glans.

"Hiss... Ha..."

I felt so comfortable that I couldn't help but grab Xue Lan's full, soft breasts.

"Ah..."

Xue Lan's whole body trembled instantly, her teeth biting her red lips until they almost bled.

Ah! For fifteen years, this was the first time she had been so intimately close to a man she felt a connection with. She excitedly grabbed my hand and opened her eyes.

"Mmm..."

Qiu Xiang enjoyed the sensation, her small hand gripping the large portion of my penis that her mouth couldn't take in, and she innocently raised her head, meeting her mother Xue Lan's surprised and disbelieving gaze.

How could her own daughter be so disgusting, putting a man's penis in her mouth? Qiu Xiang blushed shyly, ignoring her mother's surprise, and continued to stroke my glans with her fragrant tongue. Two thin, sexy lips enveloped my penis, her head bobbing between my legs as I lay on my side. My thick, hard penis moved in and out of the young widow's mouth, as if fucking her tight, white tiger's beautiful hole.

Xue Lan couldn't believe it; her daughter had always been an obedient girl, how could I have trained her like this?

I comfortably squeezed the two plump mounds in my hands, tilted my head, and took Xue Lan's left nipple into my mouth.

"Ah...it's so embarrassing, Xiao Yao, no, don't do this, you...ah...don't bite...it's so itchy, can a man and a woman do this?"

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