[Urban] Sunny Day at the Sea of Sex (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 51: Four's Company 7

Seeing Zeng Meimei's confident demeanor, I was still a little apprehensive. I quickly asked, "If we can't get it done today, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Last night, I flirted, I slept naked, you even sacrificed your looks in front of your brother..."

"Hey, hey, watch your mouth! What do you mean by 'sacrificed your looks'?"

Before I could finish, Zeng Meimei interrupted me, rolling her eyes at me.

"Oh, the problem is, last night your naked body... your brother really saw it."

I deliberately slowed down my speech, emphasizing the word "naked. "

Zeng Meimei's lips curled slightly, her face unfathomably alluring as she said, "Tch, so what if he saw it? Has he never seen a woman before?"

Damn, wasn't she obviously playing word games with me? You're his sister, not that kind of woman.

"Why didn't that kid make a move last night?"

I continued, getting back to the main topic.

"I think he's probably just too tired from the journey. Besides, he's not sure if your wife is willing. Making love in front of others requires a strong heart."

Damn, you think I don't need a strong heart if someone's having sex in front of me, especially your wife?

"Then how are you sure tonight's plan will work?"

I was still a little doubtful.

"These past few days, they've been having sex every day. You've experienced my brother's desire for your wife firsthand. Last night, he held Hui's naked body and didn't dare to touch her. Do you think he can hold back tonight with his young body? As long as Ning Hui cooperates, plus our plan, hehe, you can expect your heart to be stimulated tonight."

Zeng Meimei analyzed logically.

"What about Ning Hui?"

"Don't worry, your wife loves you so much. What's a little sacrifice for my brother in front of you?"

Zeng Meimei raised her voice eight octaves higher, then deliberately looked at me, as if to tell me this was the correct way to use one's body.

Damn, she's already being fucked, and you call that a little sacrifice?

During the day, I wasn't really interested in the scenery, even though it included a seemingly low-hanging sky, a green lake and equally green grassland, herds of cattle and sheep, rosy-cheeked ethnic minority women, and monks in temples who weren't called monks but lamas… Generally speaking, such beautiful scenery and ethnic customs would be irresistible to Ning, a man with a heart that embraces nature. But now, my mind was completely preoccupied with secretly watching my wife and her boyfriend.

What was that poem again? "You're looking at the scenery from the bridge, while someone is looking at you from within the scenery…

" Good sentences often have a rhyming style, so let me add one: "My wife is having an affair, and Ning is happily wearing a green hat…"

Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang were still very affectionate, holding hands, leaning on each other's shoulders, playfully kissing, and exchanging sweet words—they were practically living the love story, making my heart ache like it was being scratched by a cat.

I'd barely made it through the day, and while Zeng Beifang and Ning Hui were in the restroom for dinner, Zeng Meimei leaned over to me with a mysterious smile and whispered, "I just took the opportunity to tell my brother, in a complaining tone, that Lu Gong is really dishonest, always wanting more than he has, completely bewitched by Ning Hui. I told him I'm really angry with you."

Using Zeng Meimei's status to badmouth Lu Gong to Zeng Beifang was part of this plan.

"And what did he say?"

"He said, 'Yeah, I just can't stand that Lu guy.' He even said, 'Sister, what kind of taste do you have? How could you fall for him?'"

Zeng, what do you mean, how could you fall for me? Am I that bad? Back when I used my unparalleled old-school charm to marry your beautiful Ning sister, you weren't even fully grown yet! If it weren't for my kindness, you…you wouldn't even have gotten to sleep with my wife!

His wife had been given away to someone else and was still being insulted like this. Ning, the cook, was furious and felt incredibly wronged. But then he thought, "Sigh, a little forbearance will ruin everything." He decided not to argue with the kid; whether things went well tonight depended on him.

"So...so what did you say?"

He was so flustered from the earlier outburst that he was stammering.

"I said I was blind! I really wanted to teach that Lu guy a lesson!" What's

this "blind hero" nonsense? I...okay, I'll hold back.

"And what did he...say?"

"He said, 'Sister, what do you need my help with? I've wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time!'"

I continued to hold back.

"And what did you say?"

Zeng Meimei opened her mouth to answer when Ning Hui and the others returned...

After dinner, Zeng Meimei insisted on going back to the hotel, saying that it would be boring to stay there all night and asked everyone to think of something fun to do. So, I naturally suggested playing cards. Ning Hui didn't say anything, and Zeng Beifang didn't say anything either.

On the way back to the hotel, we passed a roadside supermarket. Zeng Meimei, feigning a sentimental tone, said, "Sigh, just playing cards is no fun. Lu Gong, go buy some alcohol, we can drink while we play! The loser always needs a punishment."

"Oh, what kind of alcohol? Beer?"

Since the plan only mentioned buying alcohol, not what kind, I asked.

"Tch, so unromantic. You're drinking beer with a girl? Buy red wine, two bottles, the most expensive! You go buy it yourself, we're going back to the hotel."

Buying the most expensive stuff in the store? I've never had this kind of shopping experience before. I subconsciously touched my purse...

Zeng Meimei, who had only taken a few steps, turned around again. She seemed a little apologetic for telling me to buy the most expensive stuff, so she gave me a sweet smile: "Honey, remember to buy some snacks, like preserved plums, potato chips, sunflower seeds, and spicy broad beans."

Seriously? You're romantic? Red wine with spicy broad beans? How did you even come up with that?

Oh well, it's a waste of money. If we succeed tonight, I won't hold a grudge. Luckily, it's just a roadside shop; they don't sell Lafite or anything like that anymore. Even so, it still cost me over a thousand yuan, otherwise I would have been devastated tonight.

Back at the hotel, I busied myself setting up the playing area for cards. I even bought paper cups—does drinking red wine from paper cups really add a touch of romance?

Zeng Meimei then exclaimed, "Lu Gong, you've been out all day and you're all sweaty. Go take a shower! Everyone go take a shower before we play!"

So everyone went to shower, and this time, Zeng Meimei didn't invite me to take a bath with her.

While Ning Hui went to shower, Zeng Meimei deliberately said, "Hui, I heard my brother gave you a super sexy nightgown, and it's that world-famous brand, you know? Oh, right, Victoria's Secret! Wear it out and let me see! Let me have a nosebleed too."

"You damn Meimei!"

Ning Hui retorted, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips. After a moment's hesitation, she took out the nightgown that was originally called Victoria's Secret.

"Sis,"

Zeng Beifang said, a little annoyed, calling out to his sister and then winking at me, implying that Ning Hui was treating me like a loser and a pervert by wearing something so revealing.

"Yeah, yeah, Lu Gong, when Ning Hui comes out, close your eyes. She doesn't want you staring at her girlfriend, you know. If you do, see how I deal with you."

After saying that, she grinned at Zeng Beifang and said, "Hey, you're such a petty man. You can only look, so what? Your sister Ning is still your sister Ning. It's so satisfying for your sister to see him but not be able to touch him, and for him to be so impatient and have nowhere to vent his frustration. Didn't your sister just tell you that I wanted to teach him a lesson? This is how I'm going to teach this guy who's

always wanting more than he has, let's make Comrade Lu Gong's nose bleed even more fiercely!" This was the script that Zeng Meimei told me about the plan this morning, but I didn't expect her to deliver it so powerfully and without pausing, leaving both Zeng Beifang and Lu Gong, two grown men, speechless.

After everyone finished showering, two alluring beauties bloomed in the room. I had already seen Ning Furong's outfit before—a red top and black pants with lace trim. The almost half-exposed cleavage of her upper body accentuated her already full breasts, making them appear like small round buns. From the side, they formed an inverted triangle with the nipples as the apex. The hem of the top, which barely covered her underwear and buttocks, gave the illusion that Ning Hui's long, shapely legs were not wearing underwear, inevitably arousing desire and fantasies.

Lu Gong's eyes widened instantly, and he didn't even have time to swallow.

Zeng Furong was no less impressive. Zeng Meimei wore a milky white strapless nightgown with pink undertones, which perfectly complemented her dazzlingly white skin. Zeng Meimei wasn't wearing a bra, and her ample D-cup breasts were barely visible through the sheer fabric. If she leaned forward, her round nipples would be clearly visible.

The nightgown didn't go down to her knees, but the view underneath was equally X-ray-like, revealing a tuft of light black skin between her legs, even showing through her white, transparent panties.

You know how see-through that nightgown was, right? Now it was Zeng Beifang's turn to stare wide-eyed.

Zeng Beifang and I were also dressed casually. I wore loose shorts, a combination of underwear and outerwear, which I lewdly thought would make it easier to react quickly if we were to do something. I wore a similarly loose short-sleeved t-shirt.

Zeng Beifang, on the other hand, was deliberately showing off his physique, wearing the kind of sweatshirt I'd only ever seen on TV when people did aerobics. His lower abdomen was faintly visible. He was wearing tight shorts, clearly outlining a bulge between his legs.

I couldn't help but glance at him—this guy's got quite the figure, no wonder my wife's going crazy for him.

The poker game started, the two women clamoring to play "Upgrading" (a card game). Apparently, my wife and Zeng Meimei were unbeatable in the girls' dorms during university, eating countless free meals and snacks from the school cafeteria. Later, some guys challenged them, and they didn't lose a single time either, so the free meals moved to a small restaurant outside the school…

Tonight, naturally, I'll be playing against Zeng Meimei, while Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang will be on the other side.

Speaking of which, "Landlord," "Arching Pig," "Big Two," and "Upgrading" are all my forte, so I'm naturally very familiar with this one. This is tough on the Zeng guy, though. According to Zeng Meimei's intelligence, Zeng Beifang rarely plays poker, so his skills are nowhere near those of the three experts here.

After each round, as punishment, the losers each had to drink half a glass of red wine I bought—so, according to the plan, this wine was basically prepared for Zeng Beifang.

In the beginning, because of Zeng Beifang's influence, Ning Hui and he basically lost, and Ning Hui also drank quite a bit of wine. Soon, I saw my wife's face turn red, and she gradually became more talkative, occasionally scolding her boyfriend for being so stupid and always playing the wrong cards.

Zeng Meimei, of course, couldn't miss such an opportunity to make a scene. She didn't stop at all from beginning to end. My wife was sitting to her left, and her brother was sitting to her right. I could see her body swaying from side to side, causing her two breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, to swing dizzily in her pajamas. This girl's eyes kept darting around, sometimes stealing glances at Ning Hui's cards, and sometimes reaching out to punch Zeng Beifang's arm when he was racking his brains over how to play his cards, not forgetting to grumble, "Hurry up, I'm getting impatient!"

Every time Zeng Beifang played a card wrong, she would giggle heartlessly, then reach out and pinch his bare thigh—I observed that the girl's pinching on his thigh was gradual, clearly heading towards the bulge between his legs encased in tight shorts, each time moving forward a little, the most recent time, her hand even landing between his thighs…

Every time Zeng Meimei pinched him, Ning Hui would glare at her angrily, her expression clearly saying, "You slept with my husband, and now you're trying to take advantage of my boyfriend?"

Meanwhile, I wasn't idle either. With me as the base, Ning Hui was on the right, and Zeng Beifang was sitting on the left. Since everyone had to go to the table to draw and play cards, their arms and legs would inevitably brush against each other, and I would deliberately take advantage of these opportunities to rub against my wife's exposed skin, just like those perverts who rub against women's bodies on the bus.

These past few days away from home, the constant longing and unsuccessful attempts to steal a kiss from my wife have fueled my intense desire for her body. Every touch of Ning Hui's skin sends a wave of pleasure through me, which then travels to my crotch. My little Ning Hui is overjoyed even with the slightest touch!

And that overjoyed "sparrow" is the real sparrow, commonly known as the penis...

In the beginning, every time I rubbed against her like that, Ning Hui would exchange glances with me out of the corner of her eye, sometimes with anger, sometimes with annoyance, while Zeng Beifang on the other side would glare at me fiercely.

Gradually, after the guy had lost a lot of cards at the beginning and had a few drinks, the watchful eye on his girlfriend loosened. Ning Hui was also a little tipsy, which made me even more audacious. Once, while Zeng Da Xia was pinching his brother's thigh to distract the guy, I deliberately dropped a card on the ground and pretended to bend down to pick it up. Then, you know what happened next, my hand moved steadily and ruthlessly towards Ning Hui's bare thigh, almost touching the lace edge of her panties at the base of her thigh. I gave her a good groping on her smooth skin. At this moment, I saw Ning Hui bite her lip and let out a soft, almost inaudible moan. I thought my wife was about to lash out, but unexpectedly, with that moan, Ning Hui squeezed her legs together, and my hand slipped inside her panties. I clearly felt the warmth between her legs, and then I saw her already flushed face turn an even deeper red!

Holy crap… I almost burst into tears for a minute. After all that hardship, I finally managed to steal a little bit of my wife's girlfriend…

The little Ning husband cheered again, and I instantly jumped for joy—my penis was rock hard!

Because my pants were loose, no one noticed the unusual movement of my dick.

Next, Zeng Beifang was in trouble!

Although this guy was really smart, a high-IQ individual, he quickly understood the various tricks of the game, gradually leveling the playing field. Zeng Meimei and I drank quite a bit, but Zeng Meimei kept cheating by peeking at the cards, so the drinking was still seriously unbalanced. Two bottles of wine were almost empty, and this guy and Ning Hui had already drunk more than half, plus he had gentlemanly drunk a few glasses for Ning Hui. I estimate he drank more than a bottle of wine by himself.

According to Zeng Meimei's plan, this bottle of red wine wouldn't be enough to get this guy drunk, but it was enough to make him lose control!

Then, in the final stages of the game, it was Zeng Beifang's turn to play. He was sweating profusely, deep in thought. Zeng Meimei, without any restraint, leaned towards her brother, wrapping her arms around his arm to peek at his cards. She practically pressed herself against him, her full breasts almost bursting out of her pajamas, pressed tightly against his bare arm. Goodness

, they were so clingy, you'd think they were a couple!

Just as Zeng Beifang was about to play a card, Zeng Meimei started acting coquettishly: "Hmm, let me show you, but this isn't right. How about playing this card instead?"

She then deliberately rubbed her chest against Zeng Beifang's arm.

"Hey, Meimei, you're trying to seduce me! Beifang can't listen to your sister!"

Ning Hui, knowing Zeng Meimei was up to something again, quickly intervened.

Before Zeng Beifang could react, Zeng Meimei took over completely, playing Zeng Beifang's cards herself and then covering her own. She then let out a loud, booming laugh: "Hahaha, we won again! Let's drink!" With that, she

pinched Zeng Beifang's leg. This time, I saw it clearly; the pinch was almost right next to the bulge. The problem was, as she pinched, several of her fingers brushed across the surrounding area. The bulge was inevitably touched, and Zeng Beifang's expression froze. His body trembled slightly, and a throbbing was visible even through his shorts covering the bulge. The size of the bulge noticeably changed!

Holy crap, under the watchful eyes of three people, this kid actually got an erection!

What it feels like to get hard from your own sister, I have no idea. But Zeng Beifang, who was already red-faced, now had skin that looked like a liverish color, and the tent he was erect wouldn't go down…

Ning Hui glared at Zeng Meimei, muttering with a wry smile, “Damn Meimei!”

Zeng Meimei, however, acted as if nothing was wrong, her voice still chattering: “Hahaha, alright, alright, the wine's finished, haven't had enough? Let's not play cards anymore, let's play another game, okay!”

The first part of the plan seemed to have succeeded—the fact that the Zeng kid was hard was proof enough. Now for the second part of the plan, I naturally chimed in enthusiastically: “Great idea! Great idea! What bad idea do you have now, hero?”

“Bad idea my foot! How about we play Truth or Dare?”

“Truth or Dare, I love it!”

I clapped my hands vigorously in front of my chest, like Zhao Benshan!

Ning Hui's face was still flushed, and she remained silent, a half-smile playing on her lips—I wondered if Zeng Meimei had informed his wife beforehand that this would happen.

Zeng Beifang was still caught in the awkwardness of his erection, about to say something, when Zeng Meimei leaned over and kissed him on the cheek: "Alright, alright, your sister wants to play, play with me, no one objected."

Zeng Beifang glanced at Ning Hui, and seeing that she didn't say anything, he didn't say anything either.

Then Zeng Meimei began to announce the rules of the game: "Later, the four of us will take turns flipping cards. The one with the highest answer gets the right to ask a question, and the one with the lowest answer becomes the executor. Truth or dare must be taken in turn. For example, if you chose truth last time, you have to choose dare next time. Also, everyone knows the rules of this game, right? No cheating!"

Haha, these rules immediately excited me. If I chose Zeng Beifang's dare, could I just order "fuck my wife"? Damn, what would that be like?

But Zeng Meimei said she would control the situation, and I would act according to the pre-arranged plan. It

's a real shame this girl isn't a director.

The first round of flipping cards began.

I flipped the highest card, and Zeng Meimei flipped the lowest. So I spoke up: "Master, is this Truth or Dare?"

Zeng Meimei calmly looked at the three of us staring at her and said with a stern face: "Truth!"

Actually, I had already thought of what question to ask this girl. I decided to go for something bold and set the tone for the game: "Okay, listen carefully to the question, when did you... you know?" "

When?"

"That..."

I wanted to use a milder word, like losing my virginity.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Meimei grinned and said: "You mean losing your virginity, right?"

Damn, even bolder than me! "Yes, yes!"

I quickly nodded.

"Seventeen!"

Zeng Meimei answered crisply.

Honest enough, huh? If you said twenty, even this slut would believe you.

In the next round, Zeng Beifang was the oldest, so it was Ning Hui's turn to ask. Ning Hui chose truth.

Zeng Beifang thought for a moment, hesitated, and then asked the same question as me: "Sister Ning, when was your first time?"

"Twenty-two,"

Ning Hui smiled and answered quite confidently.

"Hmm, then... who was it with?"

Zeng Beifang pressed on.

"My husband, of course,"

Ning Hui replied, with a matter-of-fact expression.

In the next round, I unfortunately fell into his trap. Zeng Beifang was the one asking the question, and I also chose truth. My mind raced with anticipation; what kind of questions would this guy ask to embarrass me?

Sure enough, the guy deliberately kept me in suspense before asking, "Comrade Lu Gong, how many women have you harmed?"

"Please clarify your question. If we're talking about harming, I have never harmed a single woman!"

"Well,"

Zeng Beifang sneered, "I'm asking how many women you've slept with?"

My heart skipped a beat. I knew I was in trouble. I had told Ning Hui everything about my past relationships, but I'd omitted my promiscuous years. If I included those women in brothels, the number would be impossible to count. With a heavy heart, I broke the rules and gave the same number I'd given my wife: "Seven, seven or eight."

"Seven or eight? Please don't give vague answers!"

"Hehe,"

I grinned at Zeng Meimei, "Including your sister, that makes eight."

"Get lost!"

Zeng Meimei reached out and pinched my arm.

Next, Zeng Meimei drew the questioner again, and Ning Hui unfortunately got chosen. Needless to say, it was Ning Hui's turn for a dare.

"Meimei, my good sister, go easy on me!"

Ning Hui laughed uncontrollably before Zeng Meimei could even speak, looking completely bewildered about what the troublesome Zeng Meimei was up to. Zeng Meimei

's eyes suddenly became incredibly alluring, her gaze burning as she stared intently at Ning Hui, then spoke very gently: "Honey, let's have a sweet kiss."

"Huh?"

Zeng Beifang, standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise. He knew that if Ning Hui wanted to kiss someone, she could only kiss him, and his expression became a little awkward. "Sister, this..."

Then he saw Zeng Meimei turn to look at Zeng Beifang, giving him a flirtatious look: "Ha, did I say I wanted your sister Ning to kiss you?"

She then grabbed Ning Hui's hand.

"Huh? You jerk Meimei, what are you doing?"

Now it was Ning Hui's turn to turn pale.

Without a word, Zeng Meimei gently pulled Ning Hui close, their exposed breasts touching, the skin of their four breasts almost visible against each other. Zeng Meimei pressed her face against Ning Hui's, her lips slightly parted, murmuring, "Honey, have you forgotten how I taught you to kiss in our dorm? Let the men see our sisterly kiss."

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui murmured, biting her lip, then parted her own lips slightly, her sweet breath meeting Zeng Meimei's. "You... Meimei..."

"Oh—"

Zeng Meimei took a deep breath, enjoying the sensation, and sighed, "Hui'er, such a familiar scent."

She then licked Ning Hui's lips with her tongue before pressing her own against hers, actively biting and sucking on Ning Hui's lips.

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui's breath was ragged from Zeng Meimei's kisses. After a moment's hesitation, she finally released her lips and locked them in a passionate kiss...

Holy crap, what's going on?

My wife never mentioned anything like this with Zeng Meimei! This is the first time in my life I've ever witnessed a same-sex kiss between two women. Two lotus blossoms, two beautiful women, four delicate lips enacting such a sensual lesbian kiss right before my eyes.

I froze instantly, and then I looked at that Zeng guy—his mouth was agape, and I bet his erection was even higher than before!

The shrewd Zeng Meimei naturally noticed the tent under her brother's pants. Perhaps feeling she had achieved her goal, she released Ning Hui's kiss, then smugly glanced around at Zeng Beifang and me, still acting as if nothing had happened, and said in a loud voice, "Gentlemen, please forgive me if I scared you."

Ning Hui bit her lip, looking a little embarrassed, and wiped the saliva Zeng Meimei had left on her lips, then glanced at me awkwardly.

Damn, this Zeng girl is too fierce. My wife and she both lost her virginity at seventeen, which means my wife must have an incredibly strong and pure heart.

The game continued.

This time, my wife had caught me, and it was time for dare.

Ning Hui blinked, probably thinking of something.

After thinking for a long time, we were all staring at her, but unexpectedly, my wife's opening statement was like a thunderclap out of nowhere!

I thought only Zeng Meimei would go crazy, but now I realize my wife can be quite something when she does.

Ning Hui clearly and deliberately instructed me, saying each word with a serious expression, "Comrade Lu Gong, go and kiss Zeng Beifang, a mouth-to-mouth kiss!"

She then giggled to herself.

"Wow, you're too bold! That's a great suggestion!"

Zeng Meimei was now in a frenzy, her shouting practically blowing the roof off.

"I...I protest!"

I knew my wife's order meant she was really into it, that Zeng Meimei's plan had not only thoroughly aroused Zeng Beifang's primal desires, but everyone present was also caught up in the ambiguous atmosphere.

But this was too much for me, wife! I'm gay, how could I possibly do that to a grown man?!

"Protest denied!"

Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei said in unison!

Fine, I'll endure it! "You want me to kiss my wife's lover mouth-to-mouth? What the hell? What kind of imagination do you have? What kind of crazy spirit is this?"

Zeng Beifang quickly tried to back down, saying, "This...this...no, ladies!"

I finally closed my eyes and went over to do it. The first time I poked my lips, the two women yelled that it wasn't enough, saying I hadn't actually kissed him, so I had to try again!

Then, seeing the two grown men's faces contorted in pain as they finally put their lips together, the two women burst into laughter, laughing so hard they couldn't straighten up.

Damn, this guy's lips can make my wife swoon, but when I poke them, they feel like two pieces of raw pork!

After the two women had finished laughing, tears streaming down their faces, Zeng Meimei started organizing the game to continue.

But I knew we were getting closer and closer to completing the plan…

Perhaps the alcohol had heightened Zeng Beifang's hormones, or perhaps the night's ambiguous games had completely ignited them. Zeng Beifang was less reserved and starting to get into the swing of things—after all, we were both young men full of vigor. And as for me, perhaps that passionate kiss we shared earlier had genuinely sparked some attraction between us, making him less hostile and guarded. Even when Ning Hui inadvertently exposed herself in front of me, he didn't seem to react much. In the

next game, Zeng Beifang caught Ning Hui again and asked her the truth. This time, his question was incredibly audacious—he actually asked how many men my wife had slept with!

Ning Hui frowned slightly. I felt this question was really putting my wife in a difficult position, mainly because Zeng Meimei didn't know about my wife's affair with President Wang... Seeing Ning Hui pause, bite her lip, and still answer truthfully, her tone calm, "Three."

See, that's my wife's character; I never know when she'll tell a lie.

Hearing Ning Hui's answer, the Zeng siblings were both stunned. Then I saw Zeng Beifang doing math problems. Three? Besides Ning Hui's husband and himself, there's one more, right? Who is it? The kid asked stupidly, "The other one is...who is it?"

Ning Hui felt a little awkward at this question, muttering and subconsciously elbowing Zeng Beifang. Zeng Meimei saw all this and quickly yelled at Zeng Beifang, "Little brat, don't ask that again!"

Zeng Beifang realized he might have lost his temper and quickly hugged Ning Hui to comfort her.

Next, I caught Zeng Meimei on a dare. Zeng Meimei gave me a wink, and I knew I should issue my instructions according to plan.

I picked up an empty wine bottle from earlier and handed it to Zeng Meimei, feigning a lewd grin, saying, "Great hero, give me a blowjob."

Zeng Beifang's English was fine; he definitely understood the "blowjob" part perfectly! I saw his eyes dart towards his sister!

Zeng Meimei squinted at me, then gave Zeng Beifang the same look—that look at Zeng Beifang was the truly seductive one.

Then she took the empty bottle, held the opening to her lips, and licked the rim with her bright red tongue. She opened her mouth and gently took the pointed tip of the bottle into her mouth, her hands moving up and down, stroking the bottle while making sucking motions… As Zeng Meimei sucked and swallowed the bottle, her eyes were slightly closed, her gaze lasciviously fixed, and she made soft, humming sucking sounds. Watching Zeng Meimei's incredibly realistic mimicry of sucking a man's penis made me momentarily lose myself, as if I were back at the wedding bathroom when this girl gave me that ecstatic oral sex.

The expression on Zeng Meimei's face with the bottle in her mouth was irresistibly alluring, exactly the same as when she sucked my penis back then!

Zeng Meimei's mouthful of the wine bottle seemed to freeze the air in the room. After a long while, Ning Hui finally spoke, pinching Zeng Beifang's arm and pouting as she said, "Hey, you're watching so intently, your drool is flowing!"

Damn, this kid was completely stunned, his mouth agape for ages, utterly bewildered by his sister. I noticed his erection hadn't subsided.

Now, if any man dares to say he's not a womanizer in front of me, I'll cut off his penis and feed it to the dogs!

Next, the plan reached its most crucial moment.

We'd been waiting for that final push! Zeng Meimei would be the questioner, asking Zeng Beifang a question!

Alright, that moment had finally arrived…

I suddenly felt a bit like the Red Army's victorious Long March to northern Shaanxi.

I knew the rest was up to Zeng Daxia. Before asking her question, she carefully looked at Zeng Beifang, gathering her emotions before smilingly asking, "What's the longest you've ever had sex? And with whom?"

Zeng Beifang's eyes immediately lit up, looking very proud, but his tongue stammered, "An...an hour, I guess,"

then he looked at Ning Hui, smiled—I must admit that smile was rather naive—and said in a low voice, "With...with Sister Ning." Before Zeng

Beifang's smugness could subside, Zeng Meimei shrieked, "Hey, do you men ever tell the truth? Is it really that amazing? This one says he can do it for an hour, and this guy next to me, surnamed Lu, is even more amazing, claiming he can do it for an hour and a half!" Zeng Meimei

deliberately raised the "an hour and a half" an octave higher, as if afraid the people outside wouldn't hear. Oh

my god, this is going to be a disaster!

Zeng Beifang looked at me with a suspicious, disbelieving, and challenging gaze. How could I possibly look down on him? Of course, Zeng's gaze was exactly what I expected and planned.

The problem was, Ning Hui also turned and glared at me, biting her lip.

I knew what her glare meant—she was saying, "Ning, you little rascal, you're hiding something, huh? Playing Superman for an hour and a half!" I

was instantly on the verge of tears. Wife, I swear to God, the longest I've ever done it with you was only half an hour! Damn you, Zeng Meimei! Acting is acting, but an hour and a minute more is unacceptable! You said an hour and a half? Are you trying to kill me? And how am I supposed to explain this to my wife?

Zeng Meimei didn't care about anything else and continued to shout, "You've been talking for an hour, and you've been talking for an hour and a half. I won't believe anyone unless I see it with my own eyes, unless..."

Zeng Meimei turned to look at me, her eyes glazed over, and she said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Unless, darling, you prove it to me yourself!"

I couldn't care less about my wife at this point, and I reached out and hugged Zeng Meimei.

But before I could make a move, I heard Zeng

Beifang mutter, "Sister, I will... I'll let you see..." As he spoke, he picked up Ning Hui and pounced on the bed, pinning her down. Before Ning Hui could say anything, he pressed his lips against hers forcefully.

Then, I saw Zeng Beifang frantically tearing at Ning Hui's pajamas while kissing her neck, breasts, and abdomen downwards. After he pulled off Ning Hui's panties and threw them aside, he spread Ning Hui's legs and buried his face in her.

"Oh—"

The moment Zeng Beifang's face buried itself in hers, Ning Hui let out a long, soft moan!

Her body convulsed, and she clamped her legs tightly around Zeng Beifang's face…

Ning Hui's hands involuntarily reached for her breasts… Her nightgown was still half-undone, one breast completely exposed, the erect nipple standing high in the air.

Then, then I saw Ning Hui's gaze sweep over me, meeting my eyes without any hesitation!

At that moment, his wife's gaze was so hot and alluring…

Chapter 52: Four People Together 8

In a state of passion, his wife's captivating gaze, which should have been a private scene enjoyed only by him in the Ning Mansion, was now presented without any concealment to

everyone… Mencius said, “It is better to share joy than to enjoy it alone”—Ning the cook has deeply grasped the essence of this ancient maxim, and has inadvertently become its most Lei Feng-like practitioner. Sharing fruit or a lollipop with others is nothing compared to his wife sharing joy with everyone.

And if you were to criticize all of this as not only morbid but also perverse, Ning the cook would simply laugh it off, because in his view, it all stemmed precisely from his love for his wife.

Whether you understand it or not, the love is there.

If this love were to be described with a single word, it would be: “Great.”

While you might think you're watching a sleazy comedy about a cuckold offering his wife to another man, Ning, the husband, sees it as a noble drama of boundless love. "

Make her happy!" I vowed when I married Ning Hui, and now my wife is telling me of her happiness with her alluring eyes. I can clearly see the flower of desire blooming within her, so vibrant and beautiful under the loving name and protection of Ning, the husband. Beyond the allure

, I've never seen Ning Hui's gaze so fiery—you don't know how beautiful a woman who knows how to express her joy and desire is. At this moment, my wife's legs are tightly wrapped around her boyfriend's face—the most moving and sensual posture in the body language of sex between a man and a woman. A woman surrendered her most secret place, all its secrets, all its tenderness, all its moisture, all its pleasure, to a man's tongue in such an intimate and unreserved way... I saw Ning Hui's face turned to the side, her eyes hazy with intoxication, her burning gaze fixed on me as if trying to melt me, her nostrils flaring, her lips tightly clenched. Ning Hui seemed to be desperately resisting her body's intense reaction, while beneath her, Zeng Beifang was buried in his hands, frantically licking and teasing her, and soon the slurping sounds came from between Ning Hui's legs.

I cannot describe the shock of this vivid scene before me. I suddenly felt my body begin to rise as if I were being lifted into the air. I didn't know where I was. I couldn't even believe that the woman lying there, her body exposed before a man, the flower of desire blooming brilliantly, was my beloved wife—the one I cherished most. And yet, she was opening her vulva, which was meant exclusively for me, right before my eyes, enjoying the oral pleasure of another man…

I am not a woman; I cannot know how much pleasure a man as handsome and talented as Zeng Beifang, so young and vibrant, can bring to a woman in bed—but I am a man, and I know how wonderful it is to make love to a young and beautiful woman.

In fact, human nature is the same for both men and women. The sensory and physical pleasure a handsome man brings to a woman is the same. From Ning Hui's eyes, from her constantly writhing body and her increasingly unrestrained moans, I knew my wife's desire had been fully unleashed. Seeing her enjoying herself so blissfully, I suddenly felt my eyes well up with tears. I realized that being a cuckold, besides the heartache, the lewdness, and the thrill, could also evoke such sacred and moving emotions…

When the world is filled with love, when cuckoldry takes on the name of love, this kind of love can achieve a religious-like sublimation. In my opinion, Jack leaving the hope of survival to Rose after the Titanic sank, holding her hand and telling her she must live before resolutely sinking into the icy sea, was a great love. Ning Hui giving his wife to another man so she could enjoy such blissful pleasure—wasn't that the same?

Seeing my wife making love with another man before my eyes, my blood surged like a thousand horses galloping. I made no attempt to hide my inner trembling. Without seeing it with my own eyes and experiencing it firsthand, you cannot imagine the kind of stimulation and powerful force it was—a poppy-like, poisonous pleasure that almost tore my body to pieces!

If there weren't so many people present, I would have burst into tears. This cuckolding project at the Ning Mansion has gone through so much hardship, and today it has finally reached its milestone—I can finally witness my wife nakedly entwined with another man. I always thought a woman's expression during orgasm was the most beautiful, but actually, the most beautiful expression is when your wife is writhing and yielding beneath another man, looking at you with deep love! Like

Ning Hui right now, my wife.

Looking at the ecstatic and blissful expression on my wife's face, and her delicate and beautiful body twisting and entwining in pleasure, in that instant, I felt all the bitterness of being a cuckold was worth it. As a cuckold, not only do you lose the exclusive right to sex with your wife, but you also have to crawl under the bed, be beaten, be insulted by your lover, fail to steal your own wife, and almost lose your life in a robbery—what does all that matter compared to the pleasure and enjoyment my wife is experiencing?

Ning Hui kept looking at me. The physical pleasure brought by Zeng Beifang's vigorous oral service was clearly expressed on Ning Hui's face. She was also murmuring something from time to time. At this moment, I really wanted to rush over, take her hand, and whisper "I love you, wife" in her ear!

I stared blankly at everything in front of me, almost forgetting that my little Ning Hui was already standing erect!

"Hey, hey, you're so engrossed in your work. The timer has already started."

Zeng Meimei saw that I was staring so intently, so she reached out and pulled down my crotch, then deliberately raised her voice and exclaimed, "Oh, it's already so hard, what are you standing there for?"

I turned around and smiled awkwardly at Zeng Meimei. I saw Zeng Meimei pick up her phone, dial a number, and put it on the bedside table after the call started.

"What are you doing?"

I quickly leaned down, pointed to the phone lying on the table, and whispered in Zeng Meimei's ear, "What the hell are you up to?"

"Hahaha, I called my husband,"

Zeng Meimei whispered in my ear, her voice so low only I could hear, "I've been taking such good care of other people's husbands, I don't want to neglect my own. He'll be so excited if he hears this all live today. Honey, you'd better do your best!" Holy crap,

what an amazing wife! From a cuckold's perspective, marrying a wife like this would undoubtedly make you the happiest cuckold in the world.

Zeng Meimei finished speaking, looked at me intently, chuckled, and then teased me, "Hehe, an hour and a half! If my husband heard that his wife was being fucked by another man for an hour and a half, who knows how much pleasure he'd feel! He'd definitely treat you to dinner!" Holy

crap, I need to get that dinner too! An hour and a half? Do you think I'm a stud or a fuck machine?

Then Zeng Meimei ducked her head, her face slowly moving towards my lower body. She reached out and pulled down my pants, and my already rock-hard penis sprang out. She cupped it in her hands, gave me a seductive smile, and opened her mouth, taking my entire penis inside.

As my penis slid into Zeng Meimei's mouth, I subconsciously glanced at Ning Hui. Although today was the first time I had witnessed my wife's intimacy with another man, it was also the first time Ning Hui had seen her husband with another woman.

Ning Hui's beautiful crescent-shaped eyes were half-closed, making it impossible for me to guess what my wife's expression would be if she saw my penis being sucked by her best friend. I only saw Ning Hui's body suddenly twitch slightly, her buttocks rising, her lower body arching towards Zeng Beifang's face, her breath quickening, murmuring, "Mmm, so good... right there, right there..."

I didn't know if Ning Hui's excited reaction was because Zeng Beifang had just licked an itchy spot on her vulva, or if she was deliberately using a flirtatious gesture towards her boyfriend to show off to her husband.

You can't guess a woman's thoughts, but whatever the reason, my wife's expression at that moment was so charming, it was the most breathtaking sight in the world.

Zeng Meimei's voluptuous mouth practically swallowed my entire penis, her scarlet tongue lightly brushing against the tip of my urethra. From a purely technical standpoint, this girl's oral skills were unparalleled, enough to make me weak in the knees. The sight of my wife enjoying her boyfriend's passionate oral sex gave me a visual and psychological stimulation that surpassed all words—this double impact of sight and touch made my penis, after only a short time in Zeng Meimei's mouth, feel like it was overflowing with semen, the shaft twitching as if it were about to ejaculate. Damn it

, Xiao Ning, can't you be a little more mature? You can't even last an hour and a half? You're really that pathetic!

In a room in a corner of a picturesque small town, a peculiar scene was unfolding: a brother and sister surnamed Zeng were simultaneously performing oral sex on Ning and his wife... While his wife and sister were best friends, the brother treated him like a scoundrel eyeing his girlfriend!

Husband, wife, lover, boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend, brother and sister, rival... Wow, these four relationships can form so many strange combinations, with relationships within relationships and combinations within combinations, making this passionate drama unfolding under the same roof—no, it should be a group of five, if you add Zeng Meimei's husband who is eavesdropping on the other end of the phone—a unique and fascinating spectacle.

After a while, judging from the fact that the guy surnamed Zeng couldn't hold back his erection any longer, coupled with the stimulation from my wife's wonderful oral sex, he lifted his face from between Ning Hui's legs. His face looked like it had been soaked in honey, his mouth covered in glistening honey-like liquid—damn, how much water did you leak, wife?

Look, this guy's face is all wet!

As he lifted his face, he happened to see his sister sucking on my penis with great pleasure. I noticed that the bulge still encased in his tight shorts was sticking up again—I can imagine how shocking it must have been for this guy to see his sister licking a man's penis, especially since the man being licked was the lustful little bastard he always despised. In no time, he ripped off his shorts, and his penis popped out with a thud.

This jump wasn't the main issue; the real problem was that it made Zeng Meimei, who was sucking my cock, restless. Her eyes darted towards her brother's crotch, and I heard her gulp twice, probably swallowing... I immediately felt seriously unbalanced—was God completely blind? Giving this kid a beautiful, smelly body was bad enough, but why did he have to give him such a beautiful thing after already getting all the advantages? —Speaking of which, the thing hanging under this kid's crotch was an incredibly beautiful cock, thick and long, with a full glans. When erect, it resembled a crescent-shaped hook, presenting an incredibly beautiful arc in the air. Even Ning, who had no homosexual feelings, clicked his tongue and made a sound of admiration. Even Zeng, the great hero, lost his composure despite being in front of his own cousin.

I'm not a woman, but from the way Zeng Meimei looked at it, I understood what kind of devastating power this penis had on women—and my wife could be sucked on by such a penis for a full hour at a time, how incredibly pleasurable must it be? Thinking about this, my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

But then again, if my wife's delicate, tender body wasn't matched with such a top-quality, large penis, wouldn't I be a cuckold for nothing, a cuckold for nothing?

Zeng Beifang was aroused by his sister's lewd behavior of licking a man's penis, while his sister Ning lay sprawled before him, her body exposed. He was already too excited to contain himself. He reached out and firmly embraced Ning Hui's waist, lifting her buttocks slightly up and bringing them close to his body. Then, with one hand holding the beautifully curved hook, he gently rubbed it against my wife's vulva. With a "plop" sound that I could almost hear, the hook disappeared into my wife's crotch, which must have been wet and tender at that moment.

Damn, that insertion was so practiced! This guy's cock is already so familiar with my wife's cunt.

Ning Hui barely had time, or perhaps offered no resistance at all, as her boyfriend's cock entered her. With Zeng Beifang's first thrust after penetration, the guy let out a long howl, looking relieved. It seems he'd been holding back his lust, and his cock, hardened half the night by his sister's teasing, was finally inside my wife's cunt, which must have been satisfying.

Is it more comfortable for the man who's penetrating, or for the woman who's being penetrated? That is the question—with this seemingly sparse penetration, I saw my wife's body tremble, and a moan escaped her lips with heavy breathing, "Oh... ah..."

I've heard my wife's pleasurable moans in this special state countless times, but today was so different, making me both excited and heartbroken, because this soul-stirring moan didn't come from me, but from another man's cock penetrating her.

Back in the day, the dashing Bill Clinton famously argued during his impeachment hearings for his affair with Monica Lewinsky that oral sex wasn't intercourse. So, does this mean that only now has Ning, the "stay-at-home husband," truly become a cuckold, because only now have I truly witnessed my wife being sexually penetrated by another man?

Surely Clinton couldn't possibly exclude penile penetration from intercourse, could he?

The moment Zeng Beifang's beautiful, dazzling penis entered my wife's vagina, my heart pounded like a leaf, threatening to burst. I instinctively gripped Zeng Meimei's hair tightly, signaling her to stop caressing my penis. I feared that even the slightest increase in pressure while she had my penis in her mouth would cause Ning, the "stay-at-home husband," to ejaculate—the sight of his wife being penetrated by another man was truly unbearable for a god!

Only a god could endure it, and only a god of lust, the lust of a cuckold. It means only a god-like cuckold could withstand such stimulation.

Zeng Meimei, a shrewd woman who was naturally prone to cheating on her husband, understood my every body language. Seeing her understandingly and gently pull my penis out, she gave me a knowing smile, meaning her mission was finally accomplished. Zeng

Beifang's thrusts became faster and faster, and as he pumped, he leaned down and bit Ning Hui's lips, giving her a passionate, wet kiss—a wetness unlike any other, as it contained not only Zeng Beifang's saliva but also the fluids from his wife's earlier oral sex. Ning Hui frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist her boyfriend's wild abandon. She opened her mouth and kissed him passionately.

What a lucky guy! He tasted my wife's saliva and vaginal fluids, and now he could even mix them together in her mouth like a roe dewy jelly!

Under her boyfriend's relentless assault from both above and below, Ning Hui was clearly losing control. Her moans grew increasingly erratic, her voice rising and falling like a nightingale's song: "Oh... umm... ahhh... condom... condom..."

Suddenly, I heard the word "condom" barely escaping from Ning Hui's moans. This single word immediately froze Zeng Beifang's vigorous thrusting.

Hahaha, now I understand! It seems my wife suddenly sobered up or something. Her pussy had been sucked for ages before she remembered to ask for a condom!

This proves, on one hand, that alcohol really can cloud judgment, and on the other hand, that Ning Beifang's position in his wife's heart is no joke.

I was instantly moved, and suddenly felt a little sorry for that guy. He'd only just entered the alley, his cock was only just getting pleasurable, and he was already hanging there, neither touching the ground nor the sky—what a mess!

I was just about to see if this guy was scurrying off to find a condom when Zeng Meimei spoke up: "Hey, honey, are you done yet? We're at this point, why would you want me to wear a condom? Besides, condoms affect sensitivity. Being able to last an hour without a condom is real skill!"

Damn, this girl is just going through the motions!

Zeng Beifang was completely flustered by Zeng Meimei's words. Then I saw him looking at Ning Hui with pleading eyes. Ning Hui's eyes were glazed, her breathing unsteady, and she was still muttering, "No...no...wear a condom...please...please listen."

But her constantly writhing body betrayed her; it was clearly a sign of her desire and anxiety because Zeng Beifang's penis had suddenly stopped thrusting—in truth, she didn't want a condom either; every slut knows the feeling of having a condom but not having one.

The one who tied the knot must untie it, right? Besides, if Clinton comes up with that twisted logic that penetration with a condom doesn't count as intercourse, I'll really be at a huge loss. So I quickly rolled over, picked up Zeng Meimei, and pinned her down. In no time, I stripped her naked, spread her legs, and thrust my "gun" into her plump cunt, saying seriously, "Damn, fine, no condom, no condom, who's afraid of who? You hear me? No condom, that's real skill!"

After saying that, I deliberately glanced at Ning Hui!

I said this partly to let my wife know that the three rules of the Ning Mansion were temporarily invalid today, and partly to provoke that kid. I knew that Ning Hui couldn't possibly last an hour and a half; that was just Zeng Meimei bragging to her brother. I was more interested in seeing this kid fuck my wife for an hour, or even longer. I wanted to see how many orgasms this beautiful, exceptionally gifted penis could send my wife to!

As soon as I finished speaking, Zeng Meimei giggled, then started shouting without a care in the world, "Honey, look how valiant our Lu Gong is! Wearing a condom is no hero, is it? Ahh...so comfortable, ahhh...you're so amazing, honey!"

I used to have two fears: meetings that lasted more than half an hour and Sister Furong posing like a sadist. Now I have a third fear: Zeng Meimei's crazy energy when she's in the mood!

Sure enough, Zeng Meimei's deliberate provocation made Ning Hui bite her lip and glare at me with her almond-shaped eyes, still breathing heavily as she snorted, "Hmph, fine, I won't wear one then, who's afraid of who!"

Damn, this was originally just men having a little sex contest, but now these women are getting really into it.

A moment later, the sounds of flesh colliding against flesh echoed again from my wife's side. Undoubtedly, Zeng Beifang had resumed thrusting into my wife. Ning Hui's moans and gasps rose in rhythm with his thrusts.

I saw Zeng Beifang take a pillow and place it under Ning Hui's buttocks, then wrap her legs around his waist. This position raised Ning Hui's vulva high, and Zeng Beifang was thrusting almost from above. The pubic hair on her vulva was revealed and concealed with each thrust. My wife's legs wrapped around his waist, combined with the glimpses of her pubic hair during the thrusts, created an incredibly provocative and erotic scene. How the hell could I concentrate on fucking Zeng Meimei?

I kept glancing to the side, and Zeng Meimei noticed. Understandingly, she turned her body slightly towards Ning Hui's bed, allowing me to see the view from the opposite bed without having to turn my head.

Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps the way that guy surnamed Zeng fucked my wife aroused me, I decided to go all out too. I lifted Zeng Meimei's legs and hoisted them over my shoulders, gripping her plump, smooth thighs with both hands, and began a frenzied, churning thrusting in and out of this girl's cunt.

"Ugh... Ahhhhh..."

Zeng Meimei began to moan softly.

The room was now filled with a wonderful atmosphere. The moans of the two women rose and fell like a singing contest. Ning Hui's moans were heavy and deep, while Zeng Meimei's were high-pitched and coquettish. As one woman finished singing, another softly sang, and the multi-part, melodious harmony was like a captivating auditory carnival.

My forceful thrusting, with Zeng Meimei's legs draped over my shoulders, was undeniably intense, and she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. However, it was incredibly physically demanding, and soon I was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. Zeng Beifang's downward

thrusting seemed to accumulate even more energy. Under this high-intensity, continuous impact, I gradually began to understand the state of my wife's moans. Ning Hui's moans became clearer, shorter, and more powerful—I knew this was usually a sign that my wife's orgasm was imminent.

And only a few minutes had passed since Zeng Beifang began thrusting!

"Ahhh..."

Sure enough, after about half a cigarette's time, Ning Hui's scream suddenly rose higher. I saw my wife's vulva actively thrusting upwards, her legs tightly intertwined, the immense force even causing the muscles on them to bulge and crease...

Then Zeng Beifang naturally observed Ning Hui's intense physical reaction and responded with even more vigorous thrusting...

"Ahhh... I'm coming! Coming—"

Ning Hui's almost frantic screams of her signature orgasm followed, and I then saw Ning Hui's hand tightly gripping the bed sheet—I knew my wife's orgasm tonight, the first orgasm I had ever witnessed my wife experiencing while being penetrated by another man's penis, it was here!

I don't know how my wife's sweet "coming" aroused her boyfriend's reaction. I only know that as the last syllable of "coming" lingered in the air, I was already so weak and powerless that I didn't even know my own name. I just felt an uncontrollable twitching in my penis—in short, arousal. My sperm surged upwards, and even though I quickly tightened my abdomen and lifted my buttocks to try and stop the "tragedy," it was too late. I couldn't hold back my ejaculation, and my countless offspring shot into Zeng Meimei's flower.

Now, Ning, the cook, was in a terrible predicament. What? An hour and a half? That's a huge exaggeration! It wasn't even a ten-minute time! Zeng Meimei was still about two minutes away from orgasm. The girl hadn't even come yet, and you, Ning, had the nerve to deliver the goods?

Damn it, I'm a cuckold! How can I not be aroused when I see my wife orgasming under another man's penis? But this was far too inappropriate, and so unfair to the other woman who was enjoying myself under my penis.

My face flushed red and then white with shame, and I quickly leaned down and whispered in Zeng Meimei's ear, "Sorry, I really didn't mean to. I'm not usually like this."

Unexpectedly, Zeng Meimei gave me a charming smile, a smile that spoke volumes, though her voice was only loud enough for me to hear: "Haha, your wife just had an orgasm, I know you can't handle that kind of stimulation. No wonder you came."

Damn, what an understanding girl. I was immediately moved. Then, subconsciously, I prepared to pull my limp penis out from under Zeng Meimei.

Zeng Meimei reached out and stopped me, saying to me very gently, "No, darling, don't let my brother know you're so pathetic."

I was moved again, and my eyes almost welled up with tears.

Then Zeng Meimei simply lowered her legs off me, letting me continue lying on top of her. My husband, Ning, naturally also lay limply inside Zeng Meimei's warm, moist vulva.

What followed was a peculiar scene: the two women continued to moan, but my wife was genuinely moaning because the penis inside her was still rock hard, while Zeng Meimei was just pretending to let her brother know how powerful and strong Comrade Lu Gong still was.

Then Zeng Beifang prepared to change positions. He pulled Ning Hui up, lay down flat, and then had Ning Hui sit on top of him with her lower body aligned with his penis.

I know this position; it's called Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

A moment later, Ning Hui began to writhe on Zeng Beifang's body. Zeng Beifang grabbed Ning Hui's breasts, pressed his face against them, and sucked on her nipples alternately. When one of my wife's nipples was swallowed by Zeng Beifang and then spat out, it appeared unusually hard, glistening with Zeng Beifang's saliva.

At this moment, Ning Hui's hair, draped over her shoulders, swayed like waves with the movement of her body against Zeng Beifang...

Although my wife and her boyfriend's lovemaking position had changed, Ning Hui's heart-melting moans had not diminished in the slightest...

Soon, I heard Ning Hui's moans suddenly quicken—I knew my wife's orgasm was about to come again.

In an instant, my wife's orgasm arrived as expected. I saw my wife's buttocks tremble violently against Zeng Beifang's body and then stop abruptly, only pressing her entire body weight heavily against Zeng Beifang... The room once again echoed with that captivating moan of "coming"...

Seeing my wife orgasm again, I was still extremely excited, but I couldn't get aroused, because my little Ning husband was already limp and unable to ejaculate!

The two of them remained in the same position for the next few moments, and after a brief respite, Ning Hui's moans rang out again.

Meanwhile, Zeng Meimei continued to feign moaning, maintaining the illusion that I was still virile. This was quite a feat for this seemingly carefree but actually incredibly understanding girl. After

a while, I scolded Ning Hui for getting up twice more on Zeng Beifang in the "lotus position." I was too embarrassed to continue this one-and-a-half-hour-long, boastful stunt, so I ignored Zeng Meimei's protests and pulled my penis out from under her, saying with a mix of self-deprecation and glee, "I surrender, I surrender! Zeng, you're the best! Judging by this, you've only lasted an hour and a half!"

These words only made him more smug, giving me a look of triumphant disdain—which was exactly what I wanted to see. He changed positions again, ready for another big battle, flipping my wife over onto the bed and thrusting his penis between Ning Hui's buttocks.

I know that position too, it's called "old man pushing a cart," and by the way, kid, this is my wife's favorite position.

My wife's moans were indeed different, with a touch of seductive allure in her softness...

And the sight of my beloved woman being fucked from behind by a man, almost right under my nose, stirred my body and soul beyond words...

Seeing that I had surrendered automatically, Zeng Meimei didn't yell or berate me this time, she just leaned in and gave me a gentle, comforting kiss, then got up and walked towards Ning Hui and the others...

What was this girl up to?

Seeing Zeng Meimei's naked body, she didn't shy away from meeting her brother's surprised and burning gaze as she approached Ning Hui, half-squatting down, and whispering in Ning Hui's ear, "Honey, is it good? Is it comfortable? How's my brother? Isn't he amazing?"

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui moaned, wanting to say something but unable to speak.

I don't know what Zeng Meimei's sudden joining meant to Ning Hui, but for her brother, it was undoubtedly an invisible stimulant. At such close range, he could probably see every hair on his sister's body, the veins on her skin, or the lines on her nipples. Zeng Beifang suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts from behind, and the room immediately echoed with the sounds of flesh colliding.

"Ahhh..."

Ning Hui's body began to tremble with each thrust, her moans turning into cries.

"Is it good, honey?"

Zeng Meimei began to nibble at Ning Hui's earlobe. One hand reached out and began to tease Ning Hui's breasts, lingering for a moment before grabbing one nipple and pinching it.

"So...good..."

"Is my brother good?"

"Good...good...ahhh!"

I stared intently at my wife's flushed, beautiful face, searching her gaze—sometimes meeting mine, sometimes wandering elsewhere, sometimes indifferent, sometimes burning hot!

"Northern, harder! Faster! Don't stop until you get your Ning sister to double digits of orgasm today, don't try to show off and say you can do it for another hour!"

Damn, Zeng Meimei's request hit the nail on the head again. Zeng Beifang didn't dare to breathe, but increased the intensity of his thrusting behind Ning Hui.

"No...no...Meimei...don't..." Ning Hui groaned incoherently, flustered.

"Don't stop! Northern, don't stop! Faster!"

Zeng Meimei said as she moved her mouth away from Ning Hui's ear, sliding it down Ning Hui's cheek, neck, and chest, then opened her mouth and sucked on one of Ning Hui's already fully erect nipples.

Holy crap, I never thought a woman could suck on my wife's nipples! It's so beautiful, so sensual! I feel my penis starting to stir again!

"Ahhh..."

Ning Hui's moans had clearly changed.

"Coming—"

Ning Hui used her last bit of strength to let out this signature cry, then her head slumped, limply leaning against Zeng Meimei's back...

This time, with Zeng Meimei's help, my wife's orgasm was incredibly intense .

Now I had something to do too, I started counting my wife's orgasms!

Six, seven, eight, nine... These last few came almost one after another. Besides Zeng Beifang's vigorous thrusting from behind, Zeng Meimei's perfectly timed teasing from the front was also the reason why my wife's orgasms came so quickly.

Everyone was waiting for the last one. Zeng Meimei quickly whispered something in Ning Hui's ear. As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Hui's whole body contorted, and Zeng Beifang, from behind, used almost all his last strength to launch one last sprint.

"Ahhh..."

Ning Hui's voice was already hoarse, and a large puddle of sticky fluid had seeped onto the sheets beneath her.

Zeng Meimei was still kneeling in front of Ning Hui, taking turns sucking on her nipples...

The sounds of thrusting, "slap slap slap slap," were now like a machine gun, a continuous line...

My penis was now fully erect again, my hand on it, just waiting for that final pull of the trigger...

"Ahhh..." Ning Hui's cries at this moment could almost be described as desperate...

Suddenly, Ning Hui's moans abruptly stopped, and then I saw my wife's body convulse with maximum tension, her face blooming like a delicate flower from extreme euphoria!

That interruption lasted for a full few seconds; I knew it was the brief state of blurred consciousness that occurs during a woman's extreme orgasm.

When my wife's moans returned, they had become

cries of "Husband! Husband! Husband!" that had never been heard before!

The unexpected shout startled me, but before I could even process it, I silently counted to ten and pulled the trigger.

Damn, I came again! Just as my wife reached her tenth orgasm from the thrusting of her boyfriend's beautiful penis! ...

I honestly can't remember when we fell asleep afterward. I only remember the room lingering smell of semen and a woman's vaginal fluids. I also remember forcing myself to ask Zeng Meimei what Ning Hui had whispered in her ear before her final orgasm.

Then Zeng Meimei, still sleepy, answered me with a smile, "I told Ning Hui that she must call for her husband when she climaxes."

The next morning, while everyone was still sound asleep, Zeng Meimei nudged me awake with her elbow and asked me as if something major had happened, "Shouldn't we be at the campsite in that scenic area tonight according to the plan?" It took me

a while to come to my senses. I rubbed my still-closed eyelids and said, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Then get up and come with me right now!"

Zeng Meimei said, sitting up to get dressed.

"What are you up to now, hero?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just get up and come with me!"

Seeing how serious Zeng Meimei looked, I had no choice but to immediately get out of bed. As I went out, I glanced at Ning Hui and her boyfriend's bed and saw my wife and her boyfriend cuddling naked, still fast asleep in a sweet dream...

As soon as we left, Zeng Meimei dragged me to the hotel parking garage, opened the trunk of our car, pulled out a tent, and then started rummaging through the toolbox for something.

Holy crap, this girl actually pulled out a huge pair of scissors!

"What are you going to do?"

My voice was trembling. "Are you... trying to sabotage this place or what?"

Zeng Meimei cut two slits in the tent without saying a word, then said to me, "You're a strong man, so tear it open along these two slits, and then find a brick or something hard!"

I nervously followed Zeng Meimei's instructions and did the two tasks. Then Zeng Meimei gave a new order: "Smash the tent frame!" Holy crap

, she really was going to sabotage this place. I hesitated for a moment, then, with the mindset that even if it was sabotage, I was just an accomplice, I went all out and smashed the perfectly good tent.

Zeng Meimei then inspected our morning's work before finally putting the tent back in the car, satisfied.

The moment I turned around, Zeng Meimei's face changed drastically. She looked at me with a sobbing expression and said, "Hmph, you have to pay for my tent! My husband brought it back from abroad, it's worth over a hundred dollars!"

Damn, I felt a chill run down my spine. I had no idea what this girl was up to. "Are you bullying me? Didn't you tell me to break it? Why do you want me to pay for it now?"

"Tch, are you really stupid or just pretending?"

Zeng Meimei pouted and turned away, ignoring me.

I froze for a moment, but quickly recovered. Damn, this girl is a real genius! I immediately pounced on Zeng Meimei and started kissing her face repeatedly…

In the evening, we arrived safely at the designated campsite for the next scenic area. After unloading our camping gear and opening the two tents, Zeng Meimei exclaimed dramatically, as if it were a serious matter: “Oh dear, what’s my husband doing? The tent’s broken and he didn’t even tell me! I’ll give him a piece of my mind when we get home!”

This immediately stunned Zeng Beifang. He immediately asked very seriously, “So…so how are we going to sleep tonight?”

Then Zeng Meimei calmly replied, making me, who was secretly amused, almost burst out laughing: “There’s no other way. There’s only one tent left. In this desolate wilderness, the four of us will have to make do with sleeping together.” After

saying that, she turned away, leaving her brother staring blankly at the damaged tent for a long time.

Then, taking advantage of Zeng Beifang's inattention, Ning Hui went over to Zeng Meimei's side and whispered, "You acted pretty well, didn't you? Did you deliberately damage the tent?"

"Hehe,"

Seeing Zeng Meimei chuckle twice and point at me, she said, "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't do anything, he's your husband!"

Damn, I was betrayed so easily.

Ning Hui, of course, understood what was going on and punched Zeng Meimei, saying, "You bastard, I haven't settled accounts with you for what happened last night, you're so mean!" ( Chapter 53,

May 31 : Four's Company 9 ) Work will be busy for a while after the National Day holiday, so updates might not be as consistent. I apologize to everyone who cares about this story. But I will try my best to continue writing this article. Thank you for your support! In this scenic area, with its beautiful landscapes, rolling mountains, grasslands like mats, lakes like mirrors, cattle and sheep roaming the hillsides, and even opportunities for close interaction with local residents, creating such a dedicated free camping area is absolutely a brilliant and creative move by the scenic area's management. As soon as I pitched my tent and looked up, a magnificent picture of the vast sky, boundless wilderness, and cattle and sheep grazing on the wind-swept grasslands filled my mind. The unobstructed view of the sky above me was like a giant basin, instantly giving me a sense of vastness. Victor Hugo said that what is more vast than the ocean is the sky… and what is even more vast than the sky is, of course, Ning Zhufu's (a nickname for a man who is not a man) heart. Don't criticize me; once you can also let your wife enjoy other men like Ning Zhufu, you can also have such a vast heart. Hehe. Next, as is customary, Ning, the cook, will begin his earnest patriotic musings—having spent many years in the tourism industry, I do have some authority on the subject. The beautiful landscapes of our motherland are being utterly ruined under the guise of so-called leapfrog development, characterized by the destruction of the natural environment and the creation of countless miraculous cultural landscapes. If only the local tourism bureau officials had the same level of awareness as these local administrators! Anyway, back to the point. Since we're camping in the wild today, we'll have to rely on dry rations for food, and I also bought some canned beer. As for whether this beer will have the same effect as last night's guy daring to have sex with his girlfriend in front of Lu Gong, who was eyeing her, I honestly have no idea. Speaking of which, beer is truly a perfect match for lust, isn't it? Zeng Meimei told me that the guy secretly asked her this morning if Lu Gong saw everything Ning Hui did last night. Zeng Meimei replied yes, but surely you can't expect Lu Gong to close his eyes and pretend to be blind. Zeng Meimei told me that the guy was immediately dumbfounded upon hearing this, looking utterly regretful. He probably regretted his reckless behavior last night after drinking, accidentally exposing his girlfriend completely naked. " Hahaha, I saw everything! Your girlfriend's figure, her skin, her breasts, her thighs, and her moans...tsk tsk... But don't be so blunt, Zeng, you saw my girlfriend/sister's naked body to your heart's content, didn't you?" So what to do tonight? Beer isn't very strong, and it might not be so easy to get this guy drunk so naturally and subtly. Without alcohol as a catalyst, if this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for four people to sleep together tonight is just going to be a waste of our trip to Java! I pondered, alcohol is a problem tonight. Just as we were spreading out a plastic sheet next to the tent and taking out the various dry rations we had bought to prepare dinner, we suddenly saw an old man, who looked to be about sixty years old and dressed as a local resident, rushing towards us. From afar, I heard him call out, "Brother, sister, I just saw a car parked over there, is it yours?" Ah, this fellow villager is so honest and simple. At your age, calling a group of people old enough to be your grandchildren, aren't you afraid we'll shorten our lifespans? "Grandpa, the car is ours, what's wrong?" I quickly went forward and greeted him loudly to show respect. "Could...could you help me?" The old man approached. In the still-dark light, I could see that his face was dark purple but clear, his body thin yet robust, and his tone was very anxious. "Take your time, old man, don't rush. What's wrong?" "My sheep...my sheep are sick, several of them. The vet is thirty or forty miles away, and he said his motorcycle broke down and he can't come. Could you drive me to pick him up? If the vet doesn't come, I'm afraid my sheep won't survive the night." The old man wiped the sweat from his brow as he spoke. "My home is over there, very close. My car can get there. I'll pay...I'll pay for the ride!" The old man pointed in the direction I had come from, then pulled several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into my hand. So, a fellow villager had come seeking help. What more needs to be said? These cattle and sheep are the lifeblood of these herders. Everyone has their difficult times. Besides, how many sheep would you have to raise to earn back those few hundred dollars? I quickly pushed the money back to the old man. "No, no, no, sir, I'll drive with you, but we can't take the money. I've been going crazy trying to find an opportunity to be a Good Samaritan all this time. Please give me this chance." I joked as I picked up my car keys and prepared to hit the road with the old man. My words eased the old man's brow somewhat. At that moment, Zeng Beifang chimed in, quickly saying, "I'll go too, it'll be good to have someone to look after you on the way." Ha, this guy was starting to act like a man! But I hesitated, turning to the old man and asking, "Grandpa, isn't it safe leaving those two women here?" "Safe, safe," the old man replied. "There are campers everywhere here. The scenic area has organized a village safety patrol team, and I'm the deputy captain! It's as safe as your home. Even if you just put your tent here, no one would dare touch it." He then glanced at the plastic sheet on the ground. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Why don't you drive these two ladies to my house first? I'll have my wife cook some dishes, and after we've seen the sheep, we can have a couple of drinks together!" Wow, that's too much! I quickly apologized, saying it was too much trouble. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, elder brother and sister, and disturbed your enjoyment. Come on, come on, don't be so polite. We can't eat this stuff for dinner!" The old man pointed to the dry rations laid out on the plastic sheet. The two girls immediately smiled, looking quite happy to have this opportunity to observe the lives of ordinary people. It was Zeng Meimei who came up with the idea. She asked, "Grandpa, eating is a small matter. Could we take a bath at your place later? Is it convenient? And Grandpa, could you please stop calling us 'Big Brother' and 'Big Sister'? We can't accept that!" The old man looked at me and Zeng Beifang, then at Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei, and finally at the small tent. He chuckled, as if he understood something, and grinned, "Convenient, convenient! I have a solar water heater. It's settled then. I'll take care of my sheep later, then we'll eat, drink, and then… then take a bath! Come on, Big Brother and Big Sister, oh, no, comrades!" Damn, the drinking problem was solved so easily, and we even got a hot bath! If the four of us didn't cause some trouble while sleeping in one tent, it would be a real shame for the other, sacrificed tent. Just thinking about the scene made my husband, Ning Hui, jump excitedly in his pants. Zeng Beifang and I drove, with the old man leading the way, and successfully picked up the veterinarian. The road was difficult to travel, and the round trip took about two hours. We returned around eight o'clock, and it was completely dark.

When we returned, the hostess had already prepared the food and drinks. The wine was brewed in a jar and placed right next to the table. The two women, who had also bathed and cleaned themselves, chatted animatedly with the hostess, who was in her sixties. Her kind face bore the marks of years of tireless labor.

Then the old man took the veterinarian to see the sheep. While they were there, Zeng Beifang and I took a bath, and then I went to the sheepfold to check on the sheep. Thankfully, the veterinarian said that one sheep had caught a cold, which had then spread to the others. He had given them injections and medicine, and they were all fine.

The old man was finally relieved and called everyone to sit down for dinner and drinks. The veterinarian wouldn't be going home that night; he planned to stay at the old man's house.

The hostess busied herself getting a bowl for everyone, preparing to pour them some wine.

Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei were completely taken aback by the sight of the wine being poured into bowls. They were immediately dumbfounded, especially since the wine had an extremely pungent smell as soon as it was poured. The two women quickly tried to block the flow.

"Hehehe, ladies, pour only half. You must finish this half, otherwise you're disrespecting this old man, and I won't try to persuade you anymore. But all the men must fill their bowls." It

seemed the old man was quite considerate of the women

. Zeng Beifang, who had initially tried to block the flow, now felt embarrassed to refuse, considering he was a man.

My bowl was also filled to the brim; I estimated it to be about three or four ounces of wine. Luckily, with my tolerance, I could handle half a jin of baijiu.

Then, at the old man's suggestion, everyone raised their glasses and took their first sip. Unexpectedly, the wine had a strong, unpleasant smell upon entering the mouth, followed by a burning sensation throughout my body. Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei immediately started coughing and choking, tears welling up in their eyes.

Damn, this liquor is strong!

The four of us were practically doubled over, while the old man and the veterinarian, a man in his forties, downed a huge gulp and seemed perfectly fine. City people are used to being pampered; the difference between them and working people in the vastness of nature is immediately apparent.

"Grandpa, what kind of liquor is this… cough… it's… too strong!"

Zeng Meimei dared to speak up, wiping away tears from her mouth as she asked.

"Hahaha, you young people should drink more of this; it's good liquor."

She picked up the jar and gestured to us what was inside.

A strangely shaped object caught my eye; I immediately recognized it as some kind of whip!

"Could it be… a sheep whip?"

I asked deliberately, afraid the others wouldn't recognize it.

"Haha, this young man has good eyesight! Coming here, there's plenty of everything, especially sheep!"

The old man chuckled twice, looked at his wife, and said with a beaming smile, "Whether this wine is good or not, just ask my wife."

Goodness, this old man, at least nearing seventy, was radiating happiness as he talked about how good she was and how good he was too.

His wife didn't blush, but Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei's faces turned bright red. The old man simply smiled faintly, revealing a row of not-so-perfect teeth, looking at the old man with the same happy expression.

Where else can you find such vibrant love? This powerful scene completely blows away those melodramatic romance novels by Qiong Yao.

Strangely, Zeng Meimei didn't make a fuss! Even in front of strangers, this girl still maintained a ladylike reserve, so I exclaimed, "I can tell, sir, your wine is excellent! Come on, everyone, raise your glasses! Drink! Drink!"

With my encouragement, the host was naturally pleased and urged everyone to drink the pungent mutton penis wine one sip after another.

Then the old man began to tell his story. His name was Ba Zhu, so we'll call him Uncle Ba. He was of Qiang ethnicity, while his wife was Han. The couple had no children and lived a life of blissful companionship. Their enduring love was said to be as vast and profound as the land itself; otherwise, even with mutton penis wine, they wouldn't have lasted this long. Uncle

Ba proudly declared that he had done two things he was most proud of in his life: one was going to his father-in-law's house, where, supposedly, the father-in-law disapproved of his daughter's marriage because he was from a minority group, so Uncle Ba simply went to his house, kidnapped her, and eloped. The second was serving in the army.

"Uncle Ba was a soldier, too?"

Ning Hui, who hadn't said much at the dinner table, blinked and asked. Her wife's face was flushed from drinking, and her eyes lit up at the mention of the soldier.

"Yes, I even participated in the Sino-Indian War! I fought against the Indian soldiers!"

Uncle Ba wiped his mouth, quite proudly.

"Wow, tell me your war stories, Uncle Ba, I love to hear them!"

Now it was Ning Hui's turn to exclaim—her wife's childlike heroism was incurable; she'd even gotten to sleep with Mr. Wang after pestering him to tell her war stories.

Uncle Ba took a sip of his drink, wiped his mouth, and proudly declared, "Hahaha, those Indian bearded soldiers are no match for our People's Liberation Army! They're easily defeated. The moment the guns start firing, they all run away in droves. We can't even capture all the prisoners on the road. I can't even remember how many I've personally captured!"

Then Uncle Ba recounted his captivating battle stories for over half an hour. At one point, he even had his wife rummage through drawers to bring out his battle medals to show everyone.

Good heavens, those were genuine military medals—one second-class merit and one third-class merit! Anyone who's served knows that earning two such merits in a military career is incredibly impressive.

Everyone listened intently, especially Ning Hui, whose face was flushed from drinking earlier, and now her hands were red from clapping so much while listening to Uncle Ba's stories.

Soon, the drinking reached its peak, and Zeng Beifang and I emptied our bowls. Uncle Ba called to the hostess to refill our glasses, but I quickly waved my hand, preemptively saying, "Uncle Ba, I really can't drink anymore. I still have to drive the car over later, I can't drink anymore. He's young."

I pointed to Zeng Beifang beside me, "Look how healthy he is, he can drink a little more with Uncle Ba."

Zeng Beifang was caught off guard by my shrewdness and had no way to argue. This young man was straightforward and didn't want to refuse, so in the ensuing shoving, he ended up having more than half a bowl poured into his glass. Once the wine was in the bowl, it had to go down. I watched Zeng Beifang's distressed and helpless expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

Afterwards, we chatted idly. Uncle Ba mentioned his sheep, saying he used to raise several hundred, but now that he's old, he can't manage them all and only has a little over a hundred left. I casually asked, "It's clear that Uncle Ba, who's known Yangzi his whole life, has a deep affection for him. He was so worried when Yangzi got sick. I'm wondering, with so many tourists camping here, why did Uncle Ba only come here for help?"

"Haha, it's fate, isn't it? Besides, I have good eyesight; I could tell at a glance that these young people are all like Lei Feng, always ready to help others." Wow

, Uncle Ba knows all sorts of words, yet he blurted out phrases like "whatever," quite fashionable indeed. Uncle Ba has seen the world, it seems the winds of reform have already reached this corner of the world.

"Hehehe, Uncle Ba,"

Zeng Meimei chimed in, "You say you have good eyesight, then look at the four of us, which two are a couple?"

Finally, this girl couldn't hold back any longer, and she got going!

Since everyone wasn't seated intentionally at the dinner table (a square table), Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei sat on one side, while Zeng Beifang and I sat opposite them. It was impossible to tell anything from the seating arrangement.

"Haha, this young lady knows how to test people; it's really hard to guess. Let me think."

Uncle Ba pondered for a moment, then pointed at Zeng Beifang, then at Ning Hui, and grinned. "These two are a couple, aren't they? A handsome man and a beautiful woman, you can tell just by looking at them, they're a perfect match!"

"Hehehe,"

Zeng Meimei blushed, now knowing how to exclaim, "Uncle Ba has a good eye! Come, Uncle Ba, let me offer you a toast!"

Then I saw Ning Hui nudge Zeng Meimei with her elbow, clearly annoyed.

This lamb penis wine feast was truly enjoyable thanks to the hospitable and amusing Uncle Ba. I glanced at the time and realized it was past ten o'clock; it was about time to leave. This unexpected lamb penis wine was just an appetizer, the real show was about to begin in the tent, and it wouldn't be fun if all the main characters got drunk.

We got up to say goodbye. When Zeng Beifang came out, even with Ning Hui supporting him, he was still a little unsteady on his feet.

Uncle Ba saw us to the door, and then said something that really shocked me: "The four of you are sleeping in such a small tent. If you find it too cramped, come to my house to sleep." He

then grinned.

Damn, I understood Uncle Ba's grin immediately. He wasn't saying we could sleep at his house; he really meant four people crammed into one tent! Even as a worldly man, Uncle Ba didn't forget to make a good joke on these four happy young people before leaving.

Back in the tent, the two women very dutifully busied themselves making the beds. Zeng Meimei brought all the bedding they could think of—mattresses, blankets, pillows, and so on. This place is at a certain altitude, and even though it's summer, it cools down very quickly at night. The night wind combined with the chill from the alcohol made it feel quite cold.

We quickly settled down. This standard tent, meant for two people, was crammed with four. People were squeezed arm in arm, leg in leg, and men and women were mixed together. Plus, the women had made the bed so warm and comfortable that I immediately felt an indescribable sense of comfort when I lay down.

Since Lu Gong was so comfortable, what reason did the other three have not to be?

We lay side by side, the order obvious: Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei in the middle, and Zeng Beifang and I each lay on either side of them.

While everyone was distracted, Zeng Meimei repeated what she did yesterday: she turned on her phone, dialed a number, and discreetly placed it next to my pillow!

I know what this girl is doing; tonight's live broadcast will make her cuckolded pimp very happy.

Sigh, that cuckolded turtle guy is incredibly lucky to have married this girl!

Speaking of which, the foreign tent Zeng Meimei's husband bought with his knife-wheel design is truly amazing; it even has a skylight in the roof, allowing for ventilation and a view of the boundless night sky.

The night sky is now dotted with stars, their silvery light streaming in through the skylight. Outside, the occasional chirping of insects and croaking of frogs, the gentle breeze, and the presence of beautiful women embracing the men, while the women are attended to by handsome men or sophisticated intellectuals, plus Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine is slowly taking effect—the scene is simply breathtaking. How could these four happy young people not instantly feel intoxicated, their spirits lifted even without the wine?

"Wow, a shooting star!"

Zeng Meimei exclaimed as a bright light streaked across the sky.

"Wow, another one!"

Yes, it was Zeng Meimei's exclamation again.

Wow, I could count shooting stars all morning and still not finish! But this reminds me of my childhood, sitting in the courtyard at home, gazing up at the night sky and counting shooting stars one by one.

So beautiful! I couldn't help but marvel. When did we, so busy rushing around in the city, forget that we could be so close to the sky? Have we really lost the time to experience the joy of counting shooting stars?

"Mmm, so beautiful,"

Ning Hui suddenly exclaimed, her voice full of emotion.

See? My wife understands me best. This is what you call perfect harmony between husband and wife, a meeting of minds.

"Yes, so beautiful!"

At this moment, I had to express myself, how could I call myself a seasoned artsy youth if I didn't spout a few lines? So, I pretended to be poetic and began to recite: "The beauty of a shooting star lies in its brevity; it is a spirit of the night sky, a messenger of dreams. Shooting stars beautify the night sky, but I use such a starry sky to decorate my dreams..."

This Ning husband's artistic talent is no joke; these few lines were impromptu, a fitting piece for the occasion, and they actually sounded pretty good. I thought my wife would at least reward me with a few words, like, "Wow, Comrade Lu Gong, you're so talented!"

or something.

Unexpectedly, Ning Hui did speak up, but only with this: "Comrade Lu Gong, when I said 'so beautiful,' I was referring to Uncle Ba and his wife's love."

I was speechless, almost fainting.

"Giggle giggle," Zeng Meimei immediately burst into carefree laughter, her butt shaking.

As soon as those words about love and indifference left her lips, the atmosphere in the tent immediately became ambiguous and lewd.

Men are easy to talk to. Zeng Beifang and I both stripped down to our underwear and lay down. Ning Hui, at Zeng Meimei's urging, also changed into that camisole nightgown that was practically naked, yet irresistibly alluring.

Zeng Meimei was even more audacious; she stripped completely naked and slipped under the covers.

As soon as she was under the covers, she clung to me like an eel. Her body, still radiating the warmth of alcohol, felt hot, soft, and slippery against me. Naturally, I embraced her voluptuous and alluring naked body. Zeng Meimei leaned against me, and my arms, which were wrapped around her waist and shoulders, naturally hung down in front of her. Without hesitation, she grabbed my hands and began kneading her ample breasts.

At this moment, Zeng Beifang, behind Ning Hui, was also getting restless. Ning Hui was lying face to face with Zeng Meimei, and Zeng Beifang, in the same position as me, pulled Ning Hui into his arms, his hand reaching towards her chest. At first, Ning Hui hesitated and tried to push him away, but seeing my hand already roaming over Zeng Meimei's breasts, she allowed her boyfriend's hand to roam over her own. Then I saw Zeng Beifang's hand slip inside Ning Hui's nightgown, and his wife's two full breasts were grasped in a man's large hands, kneaded vigorously with intense desire. While his hands were busy, Zeng Beifang also licked Ning Hui's earlobe and neck, causing Ning Hui to blush and moan softly. She couldn't help but turn her head and kiss Zeng Beifang's tongue passionately.

In the dim light inside the tent, I could still see the wolf-like look in Zeng's eyes. His hands were kneading Ning Hui's breasts, and his lips were sucking on hers forcefully. It seemed Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine was really effective; this kid had completely forgotten his regretful state that morning and his current blissful state.

Then, I saw Zeng Beifang's hand leave Ning Hui's breasts and reach down to her lower body. Ning Hui immediately arched her body as if electrocuted, her buttocks arching, one of her fair legs slightly raised in the air. Then, it was obvious that Zeng Beifang inserted his penis into his wife's vagina from behind.

There was another soft splash, like a stone hitting water, followed

by a long, delicate moan from Ning Hui.

Just like the moan "coming!" during an orgasm, my wife always lets out a soft sigh like that when her man's penis first enters her. The feeling of her wet, tender vagina suddenly being filled by his cock must be indescribably wonderful for any woman.

Besides, that penis is so beautiful and powerful—last night it brought my wife to ten orgasms that would make any woman feel like she was in heaven!

Despite the dim light, my gaze greedily searched for every detail of my wife's pleasurable reactions as her boyfriend's penis penetrated her: how her eyes glazed over, how her brows furrowed, how her breaths gurgled, how her lips parted slightly, how her nipples trembled… Since the battle had advanced to an incredibly close distance compared to yesterday, I could see all these details clearly. I could almost reach out and touch these details that made my blood boil and my animalistic instincts surge…

I almost reached out, but I restrained myself at the last moment. Although Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine was already miraculous, I still didn't have the confidence that it could be so miraculous that Zeng Beifang couldn't even distinguish Comrade Lu Gong's groping hands. If I reached out, the passionate lovemaking scene of my wife being fucked by her boyfriend would turn into a farce of two men fighting, which would be too much of a loss.

It seems that Zeng's bottom line regarding Comrade Lu Gong is that he can only look but not touch. I'll just look—you don't know how incredibly stimulating it is for a cuckold to watch his wife being fucked by another man at such close range.

Zeng, please fuck my wife beautifully, make her feel great, make her the happiest and most sexually fulfilled woman in the world. If you fuck her to 10 orgasms, I guarantee I'll contact Uncle Ba and treat you to a bottle of lamb penis wine. If I really can't take it anymore and bleed, I definitely won't ask you for medical bills.

Then, amazingly, Zeng Beifang seemed to understand my thoughts, and the speed of his thrusts behind Ning Hui suddenly increased. My wife's body was pushed against Zeng Meimei's body by Zeng Beifang's penis. Luckily, I can't touch her, but I can touch her sister however I want. Just like yesterday, Zeng Meimei very readily put her hands around Ning Hui's breasts.

"Ahhhhh..."

Ning Hui's moans, which had been muffled in her throat, finally came out clearly.

My wife's face was flushed, her whole body red. It was hard to tell how much of that redness was from Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine and how much from her boyfriend's penis thrusting in and out. Ning Hui moaned as she gripped the pillow tightly, her body as soft as cotton, her buttocks trembling violently with the thrusting of Zeng Beifang's penis. She was almost oblivious to the immense impact and pleasure that her boyfriend's penis was bringing to her body...

Since I couldn't touch my wife who was being fucked by her boyfriend, I decided to do my job. I continued to rub Zeng Meimei's large breasts. I was particularly puzzled by the two nipples on this girl's chest, which were as big as flashlight bulbs. I stretched out two fingers and pinched them, twisting them in a telegraphic rhythm. As a result, Zeng Meimei's moans also began to come out in a very seductive rhythm, like the ticking of a telegram.

A moment later, just as I was feeling like I hadn't quite finished sending the telegram, Zeng Meimei reached out and pulled my hand down.

Hahaha, I got it, let's send the telegram somewhere else. It seems there are still parts of this girl's body that are aroused by Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine and the sight of her brother and my wife's eroticism. So I reached down to touch Zeng Meimei's lower body. The moment my fingers touched her plump vulva, a fierce flood engulfed my five fingers.

Damn, what level of flood is this, hero?

What am I waiting for? Do you think I'm immune to Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine? Besides, right now my wife's cunt is sucking on my little boyfriend's penis, and my little Ning, the stay-at-home husband, is already standing erect. I quickly pulled down my underwear, holding my penis, ready to thrust it into Zeng Meimei's already dripping wet cunt.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Meimei made a shocking move. Instead of letting my penis penetrate smoothly, she flipped over, turned her head, and buried her plump buttocks in Ning Hui's crotch! Holy crap

, what's going on? Where is she going, hero? To my wife's pussy or your brother's penis?

What happened next almost made me vomit blood from my nose. Zeng Meimei lowered her head, pressing her face against the point where her brother's penis and my wife's pussy were thrusting, and then stuck out her tongue to lick Ning Hui's open clitoris, while simultaneously using her fingers to quickly twist and tease her clitoris.

"Ah!"

Ning Hui, caught off guard by Zeng Meimei's sudden attack, let out a long, trembling scream. I saw my wife's hands, which had been gripping the sheets, almost lifting them off the bedsheets, her body trembling and convulsing uncontrollably!

This is insanely exciting! I thought being a cuckold meant I'd only be cuckolded by my husband, but I never imagined I'd be cuckolded by my wife! Before tonight, Zeng Meimei and my wife's kisses, licking each other's lips, touching her breasts, sucking her nipples—those were just superficial acts of intimacy. Now, it's all over! Don't you know the clitoris is a sex organ, Zeng Meimei?

With that contact, it's a done deal that I'm being cuckolded!

All that Clinton's sophistry about oral sex not being intercourse is just nonsense!

Zeng Beifang clearly hadn't seen anything like this before. His sister's unrestrained actions had him practically popping his eyes out. All he could do was frantically thrust his cock inside my wife's cunt to release his excitement.

Suddenly, I saw Zeng Beifang shudder, his expression strange, holding his breath tightly. I quickly looked down at my wife's crotch!

Good heavens, I knew this girl's tongue couldn't be so innocent. While licking my wife's clitoris, her tongue was intentionally or unintentionally sweeping towards her brother's testicles, which were hanging outside his penis inside my wife's vagina, and also brushing against the exposed shaft of that beautiful penis as it was constantly being pulled in and out!

Holy crap! This girl's true intentions weren't just for show!

I knew she was slutty, but I never imagined she was this slutty, actually teasing her own brother in this way.

I finally couldn't just stand by and watch. I felt like every cell in my body was about to explode. I quickly spread apart this lewd woman's legs, ignoring whether my wife was looking at me with resentment or excitement, and buried my face in Zeng Meimei's already flooded vulva. I opened my mouth and almost suffocated, pressing it tightly against Zeng Meimei's greasy vulva and frantically licking it.

"Ahhh!"

Zeng Meimei's shrill, wanton cries nearly pierced the night sky. Her legs clamped tightly around my face, her body writhing violently. Then, I felt a pungent, sticky liquid being poured into my open mouth.

This girl was actually spraying a stream of vaginal fluid into my mouth, having orgasmed right there!

Damn, the taste even had a hint of mutton penis wine!

Zeng Meimei's mouth had been stimulating Ning Hui's clitoris, and now it was having an uncontrollable effect. Combined with Zeng Beifang's almost frenzied thrusting, just as Zeng Meimei was about to ejaculate in my mouth, my wife's moans of "coming" rang in my ears...

These two women, one my beloved wife, and the other my wife's best friend who had conquered her with her unparalleled fussiness and wantonness, were both reaching the peak of pleasure in this lewd and bizarre way.

The two women's intense reactions subsided slightly, but no one seemed inclined to stop enjoying this beautiful spring scene. It seemed everyone's excitement was just beginning!

Hurrah! Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine!

Seeing my wife reach another climax from her boyfriend's penetration, I finally managed to hold back my ejaculation. A man should be strong; I had to wash away the shame of my early defeat in last night's sex contest. So, without a word, I pulled Zeng Meimei up and had her lie on her side facing Ning Hui. I raised my penis and thrust it into Zeng Meimei's vagina from behind, full of passion!

Zeng Beifang still hadn't ejaculated; he was very familiar with my wife's body and controlled the rhythm of his thrusts. As soon as Ning Hui's climax subsided, I saw him thrusting from behind, gradually increasing the frequency and force.

Zeng Meimei gestured for me to move forward a little, so she could be closer to Ning Hui's body. Then, I saw Zeng Meimei press her body against Ning Hui, tightly embracing her. Her lips parted, and our two wet, luscious lips met in a kiss.

At this moment, my wife's desire was completely aroused, and she kissed Zeng Meimei wildly, their tongues entwined in a frenzy!

At this moment, Zeng Beifang and I were doing the same thing men must do: frantically thrusting into our girlfriends, bringing pleasure to these two beautiful sisters, making them feel good, and sending them back to that blissful paradise!

For the first time since the trip began, Zeng Beifang and Comrade Lu Gong were in perfect sync!

This synchronization gave me a glimpse of the beautiful future of adulterers and their lovers living together harmoniously.

"Mmm, ahhh,"

although the two alluring women were still kissing passionately, moans still escaped their lips.

One breathed heavily, the other slurred softly, both so seductive and captivating!

Suddenly, I felt Zeng Meimei's hand grab my hand and quietly slide it towards Ning Hui's body. As it slid, she deliberately blocked her brother's view.

I immediately understood her intention!

Taking advantage of the moment when Zeng wasn't paying attention, Zeng Meimei pulled my hand and secretly scratched Ning Hui's lower nipple!

Damn, even touching his own wife's nipples is done in such a sneaky way! But this is actually quite exciting, because at this moment I'm touching my wife like she's someone else's girlfriend, while her boyfriend's penis is vigorously thrusting into her from behind!

My wife's nipples are already swollen and erect, and I quickly flick them with my fingers. The scene is incredibly tense. If Zeng isn't careful, he'll see Lu Gong's groping hand reaching out to his girlfriend.

"Ah!"

When I touched her like that, Ning Hui, of course, was very familiar with the feel of her husband's hand, and immediately let out a distorted cry, the sound revealing panic, but also an uncontrollable excitement.

This wave after wave of surprise attacks has made my wife's body uncontrollably excited.

Zeng Beifang, of course, still thought that the sound was from his penis thrusting in and out, so he continued to thrust rapidly from behind!

"Ahhhhh! Husband, husband!"

Now Ning Hui's cries were completely unrestrained, and of course, the "husband" was for me to hear.

While keeping an eye on Zeng Beifang's gaze, I quickly flicked my wife's nipples, all the while continuing to thrust my penis inside Zeng Meimei's vagina.

Holy crap, what kind of skill is this!

A moment later, I felt Ning Hui's body begin to spasm, her hands tightly gripping the hand that was pinching her nipple, and then the sound of "coming" floated out of her throat again, a soft, tingling sound.

"Oh!"

Zeng Beifang also let out a long sigh, and with a violent thrust, he finally reached the paradise of pleasure with his girlfriend.

If whether this guy really ejaculated inside my wife last night was still a mystery, this time I finally saw it clearly. This guy truly did ejaculate inside my wife's vagina without a condom, and after he finished, he lay on top of my wife, panting with obvious satisfaction.

Holy crap, you can even catch your breath now!

I haven't ejaculated yet, and a man should be strong. If I'm not strong now, when will I be? So I released Ning Hui's nipple and turned back to focus on fucking Zeng Meimei's cunt. I wanted to show this kid how I could make his sister climax just as easily.

I don't know if it's Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine that's really to my liking, but I was incredibly vigorous at this moment. No matter how I thrust in and out of Zeng Meimei's cunt, I couldn't ejaculate. I fucked Zeng Meimei until she was trembling and moaning, her husband calling out to her. Her cunt felt incredibly good. I made this girl climax three times before I pulled the trigger and shot all my semen into Zeng Meimei's hot flower.

After I finished, I hummed a little tune triumphantly. It was "A Man Should Be Strong." Before I even finished the song, Zeng Beifang's snoring started.

Damn it, my performance of "A Man Should Be Strong" was all for nothing.

I immediately realized that this kid hadn't lost to Lu Gong, but to Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine!

I felt a pang of disappointment and was just about to call it a night when Zeng Meimei's face close to my ear. She pointed at Zeng Beifang, who was fast asleep beside me

, and said, "Haven't you always wanted to steal your wife? Now's the time to do it!" Damn, how come I didn't think of that? I glanced at Ning Hui; my wife also looked half-asleep.

"But, I... I just ejaculated?"

I muttered, looking at my limp little Ning Hui, feeling a bit troubled.

Then I saw Zeng Meimei give me a seductive smile, lean down towards me, and shamelessly open her cherry lips to lick my penis, which had just ejaculated inside her.

After a while, as I watched my wife's white, naked body glistening in the sunlight streaming through the tent's skylight, my little Ning Hui became erect again under Zeng Meimei's vigorous oral stimulation.

Then I leaned over to Ning Hui, grabbed her smooth body, turned her to face Zeng Beifang with her back to me, and reached down to touch her lower body. Even though Ning Hui had wiped herself with paper earlier, it was still sticky and slippery to the touch. In the blink of an eye, before the already drowsy Ning Hui could react, I easily found my wife's vulva, raised my penis which had been licked hard by Zeng Meimei, and thrust it in!

Hahahaha, I got it, I finally got it! I finally got to steal from my own wife, right next to her little boyfriend! This

sneaky entry brought me a blissful feeling after all the hardship! After entering, Little Ning, the stay-at-home husband, immediately and smugly moved a couple of times inside his wife's vulva, which had just been filled by her little boyfriend.

This sudden movement caused Ning Hui's face to turn pale. She bit her lip, looking as if she was about to cry out but dared not, appearing incredibly pitiful and adorable!

Chapter 54: The End of the Four-Person Trip, Part 10.

Having sex with the woman you love is all about physical and mental pleasure, but I never imagined that having sex with my wife could be so exciting beyond that. From now on, if anyone tries to spout that nonsense about "it's better to steal than to steal," I'll fight them. Of course, the prerequisite for stealing a wife is that she must first become someone else's girlfriend. If you can accept that—you have to give before you take, that's the way life is—you'll understand what it means to have the most beautiful scenery at the most dangerous peak, and to see a rainbow after the storm. You'll realize that stealing is far more satisfying than not stealing.

Ning Hui's hand tightly gripped mine, which was now wrapped around her chest. That hand greedily caressed her beautiful breasts, which were even more erect with excitement. My other hand was kneading my wife's round, smooth buttocks, while my penis thrust in and out vigorously. My impatient, monkey-like movements made me look like I hadn't tasted meat in three days—I've been sleeping like a lecherous old man these past few days, with the beautiful Zeng always by my side, night after night, but why do I still have such a strong craving for women now? Is my wife's familiar body filled with a lustful desire like a beast?

You won't understand unless you go through the arduous process of giving your wife to another man and then stealing her back.

Moreover, this kind of stealing is not only surreal—you think you're stealing your wife, but you're actually stealing someone else's girlfriend. Okay, you thought you were stealing someone else's girlfriend, but it turns out you're stealing your own real wife—haha, isn't that magical enough?

I never understood why Gabriel García Márquez's *One Hundred Years of Solitude* was called magical realism, but now I understand.

I'll write a magical realism book someday, called *The Story of Ning the Stealing Wife*. And the best part is, when have you ever seen a wife who doesn't dare make a sound during sex?

Ning Hui's body was contorted, gripping my hand tightly, desperately trying to keep quiet. Her husband's penis was secretly sucking her vagina from behind, while her boyfriend was sleeping right in front of her. What was a respectable woman like my wife, who had never experienced anything like this, supposed to do? If she screamed and woke her boyfriend, it would be a disaster. Whom her husband and boyfriend would side with was a minor issue; it would ruin Ning the Stealing Wife's grand plan, leaving him with nothing but trouble. All his hard work would have been for nothing.

So, caught off guard by Ning's sneak attack, no matter how excitedly Ning thrust behind her, Ning Hui could only tightly hold my hand, biting her lip so hard she dared not make a sound.

The more silent my wife became, the more excited Ning became, as if injected with adrenaline, thrusting even more violently inside her already slippery vagina. Then, I suddenly realized that the sticky substance beneath my wife was the semen from another man's recent penetration—meaning Ning, on the front lines, had intensely come into contact with and rubbed against her lover's semen.

All of this was happening inside my wife's vagina, where my penis was being held, yet it smelled of her lover's semen.

Okay, I'm a pervert, I admit I was shamefully excited at that moment.

The lover slept soundly beside my wife, while her body was filled with his presence; this eerie and powerful presence of the lover instantly annihilated any adulterer like Ning.

The intense stimulation from thrusting into my wife's cunt, which reeked of adultery, combined with the overwhelming psychological stimulation, sent waves of semen surging through my penis. An indescribable euphoria washed over me.

I pressed myself tightly against the flawless, beautiful bare back my wife had left me, pushing my body to its limit to resist the waves of uncontrollable ejaculation from my little Ning. Ning Hui's snowy buttocks writhed gently, from their unintentional squirming to now responding to my thrusts. I could even feel her buttocks actively grinding against my penis.

Hahaha, wife, oh wife, you say stealing is exciting, but isn't being stolen exciting too? Being openly and secretly penetrated by two penises, the aroused response in my wife's body answered everything.

The question is, is stealing more pleasurable, or being stolen more pleasurable? That is the question.

Having overcome my intense urge to ejaculate, I gradually controlled it with my wife's cooperation. While inhaling the scent of her lover, Ning Hui slowly thrust into her tender vagina, blissfully enjoying the pleasure of stealing her husband…

Suddenly, Ning Hui stopped grinding her hips, reached around to my thigh, and pinched me hard. At first, I thought she was about to climax, so I quickened my thrusting. But Ning Hui kept pinching, even harder. Then I realized she was telling me to stop!

What was going on? Had I woken her boyfriend?

I quickly stopped all movement, held my breath, and peeked over there. I saw that guy surnamed Zeng's eyelids twitch, he smacked his lips twice, and his body, which had been lying flat, now turned to face Ning Hui.

Fortunately, it seems the effects of my wife's excessive indulgence and Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine over the past few nights haven't worn off; the guy hasn't woken up. But now, the situation is even more exciting than before—the guy and my wife are now staring at each other wide-eyed.

Ning Hui still doesn't dare breathe; I can feel her heart pounding as I touch her chest. It seems that only after confirming that her boyfriend is still sound asleep did Ning Hui turn to me, looking at me pleadingly and shaking her head.

Heh, my wife meant she was afraid of waking him up and wanted me to stop.

I shook my head back, looking quite smug, meaning no way! I worked so hard to steal him, and I haven't even had my fill yet; if you tell me to put on the brakes now, you'll kill your husband, Ning Hui.

Besides, because I had been in the same penetration position for a while, my body felt a little sore, so I moved around to loosen up. This movement unexpectedly brought my body into contact with my wife's buttocks near her inner thighs, where I touched something sticky. A jolt went through me, and I quickly reached down and touched it, then smelled it. Hahaha, I recognized it all too well—it was the fluid flowing from my wife's vagina.

Seeing my wife shake her head, I grinned wickedly. The fact that my hand was covered in her fluid meant her body had already betrayed her. Heh, even the fluid was flowing out! Why do women always express the opposite of what they mean?

Whether it's more enjoyable to steal or be stolen from, that's no longer a question.

So I held my hand, covered in my wife's fluid, towards her nose and whispered in Ning Hui's ear, "The fluid's already flowing out, and you're still shaking your head!"

Hearing this, Ning Hui immediately turned pale with fright, quickly covering my mouth with her hand. She glanced at her boyfriend, nervously signaling me to be quiet.

Well, I can keep quiet about Da Ning, but I can't control what Xiao Ning does. After a short rest, Xiao Ning resumed his vigorous thrusting in and out of his wife's vagina. With each

thrust, the momentum was instantly transferred to my wife's body, causing it to contort, spasm, and undulate rhythmically. I could clearly feel the pleasure Xiao Ning was secretly giving his wife under his boyfriend's nose, because I felt Ning Hui's buttocks pressing down on me heavily, powerfully, like a smooth, round millstone.

This time, my wife was being penetrated by me while her boyfriend's acne was clearly visible. I heard her panting heavily, but she dared not make a sound. The thrill was so intense it sent me soaring to Java. Having been obsessed with my wife's pussy all the way here, I, the stay-at-home husband, couldn't care less about the etiquette of stealth. All thoughts of being discreet were forgotten. I was violently thrusting into my wife's warm, wet pussy.

Ning Hui's body was pressed tightly against me; if she hadn't, the force of my thrusts would have pushed her directly onto Zeng Beifang.

Was my wife clinging to me because she was afraid of waking her boyfriend, or because of her extreme excitement? That was the question.

Gradually, Ning Hui's breathing began to get out of control, and some extremely disordered, fragmented moans came out. To be honest, it would be a lie to say that I wasn't nervous at all. If this continued, it seemed that my wife's orgasm was inevitable. When my wife orgasmed, even that sleeping pig would be shaken awake. I was not sure if Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine could still hold that kid surnamed Zeng.

But at this moment, I could no longer control myself. My vaginal walls were tightly intertwined with my wife's, especially since the scent left by the adulterer acted like an aphrodisiac, making him a hundred times more frenzied than usual. As I thrust into my wife, I stared at the sleeping face of the other woman's boyfriend. The feeling was a mixture of indescribable pleasure and bitterness. I thought my wife's vagina had just been filled with the adulterer's semen, but in the other woman's boyfriend's eyes, wasn't I the adulterer's penis penetrating someone else's girlfriend? For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I was penetrating my own wife or someone else's girlfriend!

My hand, still covered in my wife's love juice, was still in front of me when suddenly, Ning Hui grabbed my hand and opened her mouth, biting the back of my hand tightly!

This almost instinctive bite probably didn't even make Ning Hui realize how much force she used. It hurt so much that I almost cried out, but I immediately realized that my wife couldn't hold back anymore. Without biting something, she couldn't control herself from making any noises.

It's said that Sister Jiang endured unimaginable agony as bamboo skewers were driven into her fingertips by executioners, yet she didn't utter a sound. That was because of her unwavering belief in the revolution—what a heroic Communist Party member made of special stuff! My wife is just as strong, haha. She's so happy she'd bite her husband's hand while he was sucking her penis without making a sound.

I know, it's because she didn't want to wake her little boyfriend.

Ning Hui bit my hand tightly, effectively blocking out the sounds of her immense pleasure. This allowed me to completely let go of my inhibitions, and my little Ning Hui started running wild inside her like a runaway horse.

Ning Hui's body was stretched out, her head turned to the side from biting my hand. All her bodily signals indicated that orgasm was imminent. The road to the peak for this couple's affair seemed clear as a stone's throw.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my testicles, then that tingling feeling started to travel towards my buttocks, the texture moist and soft.

I quickly turned around and saw—damn, it was Zeng Meimei! So engrossed in his affair with his wife, he almost forgot about Master Zeng. This slut was making a scene; otherwise, she wouldn't be Master Zeng. It turned out she was repeating the actions her brother had taken with my wife. She buried her face in my groin, her tongue rubbing against the junction of my penis and Ning Hui's vulva. Now, that scarlet, wet tongue had slipped between my buttocks, teasing me.

My anus tightened; that serpentine tongue clearly and firmly touched and gripped my anus. I almost screamed!

Honestly, I'd never experienced being attacked from both ends like this before. My penis was sucking on my wife's vagina—someone else's girlfriend—while this beautiful, slutty woman was licking my ass from behind—I forgot to tell you, this woman is someone else's wife, and also my girlfriend—this was intolerable! Zeng Meimei's kiss on my anus was like igniting a rocket, putting me into launch mode.

No sooner said than done, a sharp pain shot through my hand where she was bitten. Ning Hui suddenly began biting me fiercely, her teeth clenched so tightly that even a faint whimper escaped her lips.

Accompanied by a violent spasm, her buttocks pressed firmly against mine, and my wife's orgasm surged like a tidal wave…

Then I felt Zeng Meimei's tongue intensify its exploration of my anus. The stimulation of my anal sphincter tightened my anus, but it also caused my ejaculation to loosen, and countless sperm gushed into my wife's vagina. Even

as I was nearly delirious with excitement, I couldn't help but ponder the next philosophical question: I've had sex before, but never this intensely. What the hell is the limit of this kind of stimulation?

As I slowly regained consciousness, I felt a burning pain in my hand. I raised it and saw a row of deep teeth marks on the back of my hand, and couldn't help but laugh; it looked exactly like the English word "coming."

Ning Hui, not completely calmed down, leaned against me, her chest rising and falling slightly as she breathed softly. Through the clear moonlight streaming through the tent's skylight, I saw two delicate, luscious red clouds on my wife's listless, satisfied face, radiating a beautiful glow...

************

The exhaustion after a night of unrestrained revelry, coupled with the magic of Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine, meant everyone slept soundly for a long time.

Then, around eight o'clock, everyone was woken up by Zeng Beifang's phone call.

After the call, I heard him muttering, "Sis, something's wrong. My company is urging me to go back. They said there's an important project meeting I have to attend tomorrow morning!"

We then pulled out a map and compared notes; even if we rushed back now, no matter which route we took, it would be impossible to get home by tomorrow morning.

Zeng Beifang was getting anxious. Apparently, this guy was a key technical member of the company, and they'd told him he absolutely couldn't miss the project meeting.

But I remained calm in this situation. I continued looking at the map, and suddenly I saw a place about half a day's drive away

. Knowing my habit of keeping up with current events, I knew there was a feeder airport there, completed earlier this year and already operational. This was my last hope. Sure enough, a quick phone call revealed a flight home that afternoon. Zeng Beifang immediately called the company to book tickets for him. While booking, he looked at Ning Hui, his meaning clear to everyone: he wanted Ning Hui to fly back with him.

Ning Hui hesitated, but before she could speak, Zeng Meimei exclaimed, "What are you waiting for? Book two tickets! Bring your girlfriend back with you. We won't have time to take care of her if you leave!"

She then deliberately took my hand, winked, and said in a deliberately coquettish tone, "Isn't that right, darling? Now that she's gone, we can finally have some alone time."

Ning Hui bit her lip, giving Zeng Meimei a fierce glare. Zeng Beifang, as if receiving a royal decree, quickly booked his and Ning Hui's plane tickets.

Then we drove them to the airport. The journey was relatively smooth, and we arrived two hours early. As Zeng Beifang and Ning Hui went through security, one pushed their luggage with one hand, while the other tightly held Ning Hui's hand, displaying the perfect image of a deeply affectionate couple. I watched them, somewhat lost in thought. Zeng Meimei noticed my disappointment and tightly grasped my hand, her affection no less than her brother's.

Then Zeng Meimei and I continued our journey; according to our plan, we wouldn't arrive home until the following evening.

We arrived in a small town that evening and naturally found a hotel to stay in.

The long and arduous journey is finally coming to an end. This trip has brought Ning Zhufu two major gains: one, of course, is fulfilling his long-cherished dream as a cuckold, witnessing firsthand the thrilling scene of his wife making love with another man; the other is thoroughly experiencing the charm of Zeng Meimei. This woman, the epitome of cuckoldry for any cuckold enthusiast, makes me want to sing "Conquer" for her.

Actually, Zeng Meimei is such a woman—outwardly carefree, but actually extremely shrewd and understanding.

From my perspective, Zeng Meimei isn't like Ning Hui, or even Luo Xiaoyan; she's not the kind of woman who gives you the same feeling of love. But when you're with her, you feel absolutely no pressure or unease. She makes you feel incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

Even her boisterousness and charm are so sexy and endearing.

Perceptions about women are meant to be overturned, like with Zeng Meimei.

By this time, Zeng Meimei and I had finished showering, and we were still lying naked together on the bed. This girl was the kind of woman who, once in bed, exuded a powerful and irresistible charm and allure.

As I held Zeng Meimei close, feeling her full and warm body against my skin, I texted Ning Hui.

The situation was quite amusing, because Zeng Meimei was also texting her husband at that moment. She was embracing someone else, whispering sweet nothings to her own husband and wife – believe it or not, these two couples were putting on a love story that many found perplexing and enviable.

"Was the trip back smooth? Honey, are you home now?"

I asked Ning Hui.

"Yeah, it went smoothly. Where else would I be?"

Ning Hui replied.

"Hehe, I thought you were with your boyfriend!" "Pfft

, we've been together for so long, aren't we tired of each other? Besides, he knows my husband's home, how could I be with him?"

"Your husband's home? Then where am I?"

I was confused.

"Hehe, my husband is Ning the Cook, and you're Lu Gong now. Our Comrade Lu Gong is having a beautiful woman by his side, isn't he enjoying it?" Oh

my god, I… well, I'm Lu Gong now.

Zeng Meimei seemed to have finished her private chat with her husband a little while later. We put down our phones simultaneously, then smiled at each other. We'd been intimate a few times, but this was the first time we'd had such a formal, private moment together.

I looked at Zeng Meimei with soft eyes, which made her a little stunned. "Why are you looking at me so affectionately? Can't you just say what you want?"

she said, deliberately teasingly lifting her hips.

"Hehe,"

I couldn't help but laugh, pinching Zeng Meimei's breast, but saying with gratitude, "Thank you so much for everything."

"Sigh, what's there to be grateful for? I can't stand men being so sentimental. Life is about being happy, knowing what you want and working hard for it. I was just helping my best friend."

"Ning Hui is your best friend?"

I don't know why I asked that question.

"Of course! What did you think? Our families are best friends, classmates since childhood, through university. You can't understand that kind of sisterly bond,"

Zeng Meimei said seriously.

Holy crap, that's not just sisterly affection anymore, it's evolved into something like a lesbian relationship!

"But I really have to thank you for this. And this coincidence is truly amazing. It's a rare occurrence in today's society for someone to have this kind of lifestyle and mindset, and for two good friends with the same ideas to end up together is an even smaller probability. However,"

I paused, "this might be unfair to Beifang, as he's the only one kept in the dark. I feel it's a bit immoral for him."

"It might seem a little bit, but it doesn't matter. He's an adult. If we're talking about morality, is it moral for him to sleep with someone else's wife? We'll tell him the truth when the time is right. Life has so many hardships; what's this little bit of hurt compared to that? Besides, he got the Ning sister he's been longing for; he's not at a loss. He needs to understand that Ning sister is someone else's wife, and he'll be content. One shouldn't be too greedy. Don't dwell on this, darling."

Zeng Meimei's reasoning was quite eloquent, and it made sense.

"But I still have to thank you, especially last night."

"Last night? Hahaha, finally got to enjoy your wife, huh?"

Zeng Meimei giggled.

"I mean..."

I reached out and touched Zeng Meimei's buttocks, my fingers sliding inside the cleft.

"Hehehe, this?"

Zeng Meimei's face was alluring, clearly understanding what I meant. She leaned closer to me. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"So...so good, I...I came right away."

I wanted to say the words about licking my anus, but I couldn't bring myself to say them.

"That's because your wife came, okay? I was just adding to the fun."

"This woman really drives men crazy."

I thought to myself.

"Haha, of course, no man I've been with can forget me. A good woman understands men."

"Hmm, your husband is so lucky."

"Hahaha, what's wrong? Do you regret having a wife? Do you regret not marrying me?"

Zeng Meimei raised an eyebrow, teasing me.

"Hmm..."

Caught off guard by Zeng Meimei's question, I stammered, unable to find an answer. "Then...then I'll make you my second wife!"

I quickly came up with a plan and managed to get away with it.

"Tch, dream on! Who wants to be your second wife?"

Zeng Meimei pouted deliberately, her face a charmingly angry expression. Seeing my slight embarrassment, she slid closer to me like an eel. "You'd be more like my second husband!"

Damn, this girl's words are really soothing.

Provoked by Zeng Meimei's teasing, I couldn't resist anymore. I picked her up and flipped her over, making her buttocks stick up. Her snow-white, round bottom made my eyes dizzy. Then I bent down and crawled under Zeng Meimei, my face pressed against the junction of her buttocks and vulva. I spread her plump buttocks apart, muttering, "You took advantage of me last night, I'll get my revenge today."

As soon as I finished speaking, I stuck out my tongue and licked into the wide-open cleft of Zeng Meimei's buttocks. The moment I brought my nose close, a wave of hot, pungent breath hit me. Zeng Meimei's anus was surprisingly dark yellow and hairless, its smooth texture revealing clearly defined wrinkles. However, the opening was slightly larger than I expected.

Damn, could it have been enlarged by a man's penis?

This thought excited me. I hesitated only slightly before my tongue covered the girl's anus. This bite was filled with gratitude and excited lust, because as soon as I touched it, I felt my penis uncontrollably harden!

The taste was so good, like my mother's braised pork when I was a child.

"Mmm...ahhh..." As my tongue swept around, Zeng Meimei started moaning. A moment later, I saw her pick up her phone: "Ahhh...husband, he...he's licking your wife's butt, so...so good..."

It turned out this girl's husband's hotline was open; I was now the adulterer again.

"Ahhh... I can't take it anymore. Let his cock fuck your wife's ass later, okay? I really want his cock to fuck me until I orgasm... Ahhh... So good... I love ass orgasms!"

Zeng Meimei cried out to her husband in a seductive voice, then pressed her weight against my face.

Zeng Meimei's cries made my blood boil, my lust intensified, and I vigorously pushed my tongue into this girl's hole, reaching as deep as I could.

After a while, probably my tongue couldn't satisfy this girl's huge asshole anymore, she turned her head towards me: "Darling, come on, come fuck my... ass... come on!"

Zeng Meimei's body twisted, the scarlet color inside her hole exuding a lewd aura. I understood; if a cock wasn't inserted into that hole, which now looked as vibrant as flower petals, it would be a crime against our dear Zeng Meimei.

I raised myself up, positioning my already erect penis against Zeng Meimei's anus. I spat on it and smeared it around, then slowly inserted my penis into the hole that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

"Ah...ah ah...husband, husband...his cock is inside! It's inside your wife's ass...ah ah...husband, husband...he's fucking your wife's ass!"

Zeng Meimei's soft moans echoed in the room...

************

The next day, when Zeng Meimei and I rushed back, it was already night. Zeng Meimei drove me home first, and Ning Hui came out to meet me at the entrance of the community. Seeing that Zeng Meimei was about to leave, she said to her, "Meimei, eat before you go. I've already prepared the food."

"Hehehe,"

Zeng Meimei replied in her usual shrill voice, "Eat with your husband. You think you're the only one with a husband? My husband is waiting for me at home right now."

After saying that, she started the car and sped away.

It took me a moment to realize what was happening. "Honey, when did you learn to cook?"

"Hehe, just treating you, honey. I'm naturally a good cook."

Ning Hui affectionately took my hand as we returned home. I headed straight for the dining room; the food on the table was still steaming, and a fragrant aroma of soup wafted up.

What the heck?

"I specifically asked my mom, and she told me this recipe for soup. She said it's good for men, honey, you've been working so hard these past few days."

Ning Hui deliberately dragged out the "working hard" part.

"What's in it?"

I greedily sniffed the table, picked up a spoon, and took a sip.

"Beef, goji berries, sea cucumber... hehe, don't blame me if it's not good, honey."

I felt a surge of emotion. This was the first meal Ning Hui had ever cooked for me since we got married. And it was at this time, in this way.

I quickly poked Ning Hui's face with my mouth, exclaiming, "Delicious! Delicious! I love you so much, honey!"

"You're so greasy-mouthed!"

Technically speaking, the meal my wife cooked wasn't particularly delicious, but in my heart, it was the most wonderful meal in the world.

That night, when I finally lay in my own bed, I felt like my bones were about to fall apart, and then I had a strange, surreal feeling. The world seemed the same as yesterday, yet different.

I reached out and hugged my wife, but Ning Hui playfully patted my face, saying, "Honey, sweetie, get a good night's sleep. You've been driving all day."

Actually, even if I wanted to be a little flirtatious with my wife, I was too exhausted. Before I could even finish groaning from my aching back, I was already snoring loudly.

I slept soundly that night, and when I woke up the next day, Ning Hui had already left. It was almost ten o'clock. I stretched comfortably, and just then, my wife's text message came: "Honey, I'm off to work. Did you sleep well? I made some millet porridge. Make sure you heat it up and drink it. My mom says men should drink more millet porridge too. Kisses."

Wow, this trip had a third benefit! When did my wife become so virtuous?

Then I noticed an unread text message on my phone. I opened it and felt a surge of excitement. The message was from Luo Xiaoyan.

05-31
Chapter 55 The Return of the Swallow

Luo Xiaoyan's text message was sent around nine o'clock this morning.

During this time, Ning, the cook, seemed to be riding high, but his heart was constantly in turmoil: Where did Luo Xiaoyan go?

Such a perfect and beautiful woman, with such a graceful temperament, if she was only as beautiful as a fleeting flower in his life, for a short while, Ning felt not only left with regret, but also with something to lament for the rest of his life.

Thankfully, Luo Xiaoyan's text message made me realize that she didn't want to be just a fleeting moment in Teacher Nan's life.

Surprises always come uninvited at life's turning points. I was so excited that without thinking twice, I called her, just to hear Xiaoyan's melodious voice to soothe my lovesick heart.

Huh, why isn't she answering?

The line was busy, but no one answered. The ringback tone had changed to "Recuerdos de la Alhambra," which made me smile. I had told Luo Xiaoyan that it was a great guitar piece, beautiful and melancholic. I loved it so much that I told her it was almost my favorite piece. I told her that listening to it gave me a sense of ethereal lightness, standing on the edge of history and life, especially suitable for when you're sad but don't want to cry.

Luo Xiaoyan's new ringback tone conveyed at least two contradictory messages: one, that the young lady had specially changed her ringback tone for me; and two, that Luo Xiaoyan was as melancholic as ever.

The ringtone had been playing all the way to the chorus when Luo Xiaoyan still hadn't answered the phone, until her phone finally chimed with a notification: "The number you dialed is not answering..."

They say, "The flowers fall helplessly, the swallows return seemingly familiar," but I only want the swallows to return, not the flowers to fall!

Tagore said the sky has no trace of wings, but the birds have flown by. That sounds beautiful, but I really don't want the swallow's wings to circle right next to my ear and then silently fly away again...

I stubbornly dialed the number again, and finally... on the third call, Xiaoyan's voice came from the other end: "Are you... alright?"

Her voice was as clear as ever.

"Why didn't you answer the phone for so long?"

I exclaimed urgently, forgetting the girl's seemingly meaningful greeting.

"I'm scared..."

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was timid, making one feel sorry for her.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan? What are you scared of?"

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Say something, Xiaoyan, what's wrong? Where have you been all this time? I can't find you anywhere!"

"Heh..."

Luo Xiaoyan sighed softly, "Nothing, just afraid of you."

"Afraid of me? What do you have to be afraid of? Where are you? I want to see you right now!"

I spoke faster, so fast that I couldn't even pronounce the words clearly, afraid that Xiaoyan on the other end of the phone would disappear without a trace again. Finally, I uttered those words heavily, words that were almost universally applicable and would leave any woman experiencing her first love speechless: "I miss you so much!"

I clearly heard Luo Xiaoyan's sigh, and then a beautiful response, like a voice from another world, floated over with an electric current: "I miss you too."

"Where are you? At the apartment, right? I'm coming right away!"

"No, no, I'm not at the apartment."

There was a hint of panic in Luo Xiaoyan's voice.

"I really want to see you. Where have you been all this time? Please stop torturing me!"

"No..."

Luo Xiaoyan seemed very hesitant, then fell silent again...

"What happened?"

I was getting anxious.

"No... don't worry, I'm fine. I just missed you, that's why I texted you."

"Then where are you? No matter where you are now, even if you're at the ends of the earth, I'll come find you! I have to see you right now!"

I had a vague feeling that something was off about Luo Xiaoyan on the other end of the phone. This made me feel that seeing Luo Xiaoyan immediately was something I had to do today.

"Hmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, as if she had made a huge decision, before replying softly, "Around one o'clock at noon, at our usual restaurant."

Oh yeah, I'm finally going to see Little Swallow again!

There's still some time before one o'clock, and with a mix of excitement and anticipation for seeing Little Swallow—who I've been longing to see for so long—I quickly got up to wash up. Then I microwaved the millet porridge my wife had carefully prepared and enjoyed a big bowl of it, humming a little tune the whole time—"We common folk are really happy today." Then I pondered how to pass the next few hours when suddenly, I noticed Ning Hui's laptop at home. I wondered why she hadn't taken it to work today. I chuckled to myself—now I'd have something to do!

Sure enough, my wife's diary had been updated.

"After so many years and months, this road trip is finally over. Because he had to get back to the company, my husband and I flew back today. My husband and Meimei will drive back tomorrow.

It all feels like a dream. Right now, my crazy yet adorable husband is lying in my best friend's arms, and I don't feel a single bit jealous. I even just asked my mom how to make a nourishing soup for men…

Am I really under my husband and that damn Meimei's spell? Is this really working? I know my husband got what he wanted on this road trip; his wicked schemes finally succeeded. I can see he's so happy. I don't want to go against his wishes because I love this man. I

love him ." That's kind of adorably mischievous.

But honestly, am I not happy too? Northern youth, handsome, and even so vigorous (forgive me for being a bit of a lecher), and I, as his older sister, have taken him. Sex can be so beautiful or so ugly; perhaps the line is truly thin.

Why, tonight, alone at home, do I feel such an overwhelming longing for my husband? After the initial discomfort of seeing him with another woman, what remains is a deep love for him.

I don't understand why, but that's just how it is. Life, or love, is so magical.

The important thing is to make the one you love happy, my husband often tells me this. Tell me.

I refused Northern's wish to be with me tonight. I just wanted to experience what it's like to be alone at home while my husband is cheating on me. When I'm out, my husband is so fascinated by that feeling. He says it's exciting, stimulating, and with a hint of jealousy.

Hehehe, I just talked to my husband on the phone. I wouldn't say exciting or stimulating, but I can already smell the jealousy.

This trip also made me get to know Meimei again. This woman really lives a carefree life. She kept telling me how to provoke my cuckolded husband, like deliberately being affectionate in front of Northern, and that no matter how much he cheats on me, I shouldn't... Let him succeed! What, deliberately calling him "husband" during his orgasm with the North? Hehehe, husband, has Comrade Lu Gong had enough this time?

Hehehe, Lu Gong, you cuckold, husband, you're so talented!

This trip was too much of a vacation. I have to go to work tomorrow. I just called Xiao Li in the office to ask about the company's situation. Xiao Li told me that General Manager Wang is back at work. I

really don't know how I'll feel when I see him tomorrow…”

My wife's witty description of the trip, Ning Hui's self-analysis, was filling me with an indescribable sense of accomplishment—the thrill of a cuckolded husband successfully training his wife—when suddenly the words "General Manager Wang" caught my eye. My heart skipped a beat!

The king has returned.

Oh no, I misspoke, General Manager Wang is finally back!

Of course, I needed to ask my wife's permission to go on a date with Xiao Yanzi. After reading my diary, I quickly texted Ning Hui: "Wife, Luo Xiaoyan just texted me! Finally, I heard from her! I want to go see her, so I'm asking for your permission."

Ning Hui didn't reply for a while, and I started to get anxious. Could it be that my wife had changed her mind and wouldn't allow me to go on a date with Xiao Yanzi? ...It wouldn't be fun if I gained

one thing but lost another. Beauties are all flowers, but each has its own charm. A thousand Zeng Meimeis can't compare to one Luo Xiaoyan, and vice versa. Wife, each is different.

I immediately broke out in a sweat. I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to just call her.

But then, my wife's text came: "Ha! This Xiao Yanzi seems to be in a rush! How did she know you just got home? You've been gone for days, and two beauties haven't had enough of you? What are you thinking about? Humph! No way!"

Damn, my dear wife, is she serious?

I was immediately filled with anxiety, but I couldn't say anything. I had to figure out how to smooth things over with Xiao Yanzi. Poor girl, she had such deep feelings for me. At that moment, I realized the Ning Mansion had suddenly become a hot pot, and I was like an ant.

Just as I was at my wit's end, my phone rang. I saw it was my wife calling.

I answered the phone, barely daring to breathe, wanting to explain but unable to utter a word. Just as I was feeling completely lost, expecting a storm of scolding from my wife, Ning Hui's cheerful laughter came through the phone: "Hehe, honey, were you scared? Did you yell at your wife to death for forbidding you from seeing Xiao Yanzi?"

"Um, oh, no…no," I quickly protested, "Wife, if you say you can't go, you can't go. I'll listen to you."

"Hehehe, I can hear a hundred percent displeasure in your voice,"

Ning Hui was still teasing me.

"I swear to Chairman Mao, I have absolutely no objections."

I'm not afraid of anything, I'd even dare

to challenge the emperor, but my wife is someone I can't mess with. "Hehehe, I'm just teasing you, honey. I was just joking. Go on, I know you haven't seen your Little Swallow in ages. I won't let you worry your husband."

"Really?"

I couldn't believe my ears. "You were really joking with me?"

"Can't you tell? Are you pretending to be stupid, or are you just too happy to see your Little Swallow?"

Ning Hui's laughter never stopped.

"Hehe, now you even dare to tease your husband!"

Hearing this imperial decree of approval, I immediately went from worried to happy.

With "Long live my wife!" and a series of kisses into the phone, I hung up, my heart pounding like a deer about to leap out of my throat.

I arrived at the restaurant on time, and Luo Xiaoyan was already sitting in a corner waiting for me.

Luo Xiaoyan was still dressed without makeup, in a white t-shirt and denim shorts that barely reached her knees. Her once short, ear-length hair had now partially fallen past her shoulders, gathered into a loose single braid with a butterfly-shaped hair clip. Her graceful neck looked exceptionally slender against the braid.

Heh, a single braid—I absolutely love that! Back in the day, the Xiaofang in Li Chunbo's song about the girl in the village named Xiaofang—in my mind, she wore a single braid.

What was surprising, however, was that Luo Xiaoyan was also wearing sunglasses. Thinking of Zeng Meimei's aviator sunglasses that covered half her face, I wondered if this was the latest trend.

I sat down directly opposite Luo Xiaoyan, my eyes fixed on her, the fire in them enough to boil a large kettle of water. Luo Xiaoyan then took off her sunglasses and gave me a faint smile, avoiding direct eye contact.

I finally took a good look at this woman who had been gone for so long, the woman who had filled me with an overwhelming sense of affection. Aside from her still-beautiful demeanor, she was truly haggard and thin.

That haggardness and thinness even caused me a pang of heartache.

"Where have you been all this time? I've been looking everywhere for you! I was so worried!"

Seeing Luo Xiaoyan's troubled expression, I tried to appear relaxed.

“Where could I go? I’ve been busy with performances lately, always traveling.”

Luo Xiaoyan finally met my gaze, her eyes still brimming with tears. Then her long eyelashes concealed those eyes again.

“Don’t work so hard, okay? You’ve gotten thinner.”

I reached out and touched Luo Xiaoyan’s hand; it was a little cold. “Your hands are so cold. You should take better care of yourself. I’ll make you something nice to eat sometime to help you recover.”

“Thank you, maybe it’s the air conditioning.”

A glint suddenly appeared in Luo Xiaoyan’s eyes. She hesitated slightly at my outstretched hand, glancing around casually before placing her hand in mine for a moment. “Your hands are always so warm.”

Luo Xiaoyan said this thoughtfully.

Luo Xiaoyan’s t-shirt wasn’t see-through today, her chest was slightly full but there didn’t seem to be any bra marks—this was really… I started to feel uneasy and even hot all over. Although this relationship with Luo Xiaoyan isn't as intense as with that slut Zeng Meimei, where feelings come first, the sheer sexiness emanating from such a beautiful and elegant woman going out without a bra could instantly captivate any male within a hundred meters.

This restaurant was the one I first ate at with Luo Xiaoyan, renowned for its steaks. The delicious steaks there even changed my previously averse to Western food. When the steak, glistening with red sauce, was served, Luo Xiaoyan didn't seem to have much of an appetite. She merely picked at it slowly with her utensils, then took a symbolic bite. But once I started wolfing it down, she was perfectly fine, gazing at me with deep affection.

"Why aren't you eating? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I smiled at Luo Xiaoyan, chewing on my tender, medium-rare steak.

I knew my mouth was greasy from chewing steak, and that smile certainly wasn't elegant.

But this seemingly unseemly, cutesy act was a fatal weapon against a woman who was already somewhat attracted to you. Luo Xiaoyan smiled, a smile that began to have a charming quality: "I love watching you eat, it smells so good."

"Hehe, does watching you make me full? Eat more meat! You're so thin."

I continued to eat heartily, trying to stimulate Luo Xiaoyan's appetite.

Seeing that Luo Xiaoyan wasn't eating much, I had to take over. I picked up my fork, forked a piece of beef from Luo Xiaoyan's plate, and tried to feed it to her.

"Ah,"

Luo Xiaoyan didn't expect this move and was caught off guard. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and put the beef in her mouth. After a moment of panic and a fleeting glance around, her expression blossomed into that of a sweet, happy little woman.

Then my expression turned into one of envy, jealousy, and resentment towards that blissful steak.

Who says being a slave means being exploited and oppressed? At that moment, I so wanted to be that steak in Luo Xiaoyan's mouth.

This tactic worked wonders on Luo Xiaoyan. Her earlier awkwardness gradually faded, and I fed her piece after piece until she almost finished the entire plate of steak.

See? There's no woman immune to delicious food. Whether a woman eats well or not depends on how the man does it.

Actually, I wanted to say that the same applies to appetite and sexual desire.

Damn, a rogue isn't scary; what's scary is a rogue with culture. As a cultured rogue, Ning the cook was now smug, adding another line to that old saying in his mind: "Whether a woman is drunk or not depends entirely on how the man feeds her."

Poor Luo Xiaoyan, so pure and deeply in love with Ning the cook, with his lewd, dark thoughts filled with images of thighs, arms, and braless breasts.

After the meal, since they were now lovers, and absence makes the heart grow fonder, plus the warmth of being together made lustful thoughts arise, any lecherous person would know what Ning the cook was thinking, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. After all, Luo Xiaoyan wasn't as forthright as Zeng Daxia.

"Where do you want to go later?"

I asked, half out of politeness and half out of curiosity, after Luo Xiaoyan paid the bill. "A movie... or..."

Damn it, Ning, can't you come up with something new? Everyone knows what you're up to by inviting her to the movies—you just want to take advantage of her when it's dark and quiet to grope her and take advantage of her.

"Hmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan picked up her sunglasses and put them back on, looking ready to hit the road. "I want to go for a drive."

"Hehe, okay,"

I quickly agreed. "Where to?"

"Anywhere is fine, as long as it's in the suburbs. Shall we go for a drive in the suburbs?"

"Okay, did you drive? I didn't drive today."

Going to the suburbs requires transportation, right? I remembered that Luo Xiaoyan had a car; she was the one who took me to her father-in-law's house when he broke his leg. Of course, Ning Hui drove the car from the Ning Mansion to work.

"No, I've already sold my car."

Luo Xiaoyan's expression was a little unnatural when she said this.

"Huh? When did you buy it? Hehe, you want a new car, huh? What kind of car do you want? I'll go with you to buy

one." I almost said, "I'll give you a gift card if you buy a car"—I wanted to, but whether my wife would approve was another matter.

"Hmm, let's talk about the car first."

Luo Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, then continued, "We can go even if we don't have a car. We can just find any bus, as long as it goes to the suburbs."

See? This girl's idea is much more creative than your old-fashioned and lewd idea of going to the movies. This is what you call embracing romance and nature at the same time. No sooner

said than done, Luo Xiaoyan and I wandered around the streets for a while and sure enough, we found a bus that went to the suburbs. The route number seemed to be destined—route 520. Seeing this route number made Luo Xiaoyan and I exchange a knowing smile.

But I knew there definitely wouldn't be a 1314 bus going back to the city…

This left me feeling somewhat helpless and sad…

It wasn't until we boarded the 520 bus, and it had been driving out of the city for a while, that Luo Xiaoyan nestled close to me like a loving couple. Only then did I truly feel that the little bird Tagore described as having flown by without leaving a wingtip was now perched on my shoulder.

Luo Xiaoyan's happy, womanly expression became increasingly obvious, but my restless gaze, like someone near the water, couldn't help but glance at the chest of her t-shirt…

Really, she wasn't wearing a bra—at that moment, outside the bus window, vast construction sites showcased the city's thriving socialist development, followed by expansive green vegetable fields and fishponds, placing us in the beautiful landscape of a new socialist countryside—Luo Xiaoyan gripped my arm tightly, admiring the undulating scenery outside the window while wearing sunglasses, but my eyes were fixed on the subtle cleavage peeking out from under her t-shirt.

Damn, the same curves, yet such different perspectives.

The 520 bus finally arrived at its final stop, a small town on the outskirts of the city.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, it was filled with lush greenery, and a clear stream flowed gently beside the narrow roads lined with old and new buildings. All around were wide fields filled with fruit trees and the fragrance of rice paddies. Domesticated poultry grazed leisurely in the fields, seemingly talking amongst themselves.

"Wow, how come I never noticed such a beautiful place on the outskirts of our city?"

Luo Xiaoyan exclaimed as soon as she got off the bus.

A woman who looked like an elderly rural woman ran a tea stall by the train station, selling the same kind of traditional tea that's long gone from city streets. Luo Xiaoyan and I each drank two large bowls. The feeling was uniquely refreshing.

After a short rest while drinking tea, Luo Xiaoyan and I held hands and headed towards the vast fields, towards the farmhouses and the smoke rising from their chimneys, laughing and playing.

The scene felt like a dream, transporting me to a timeless landscape. Just a few days ago, I was on a grassland with my wife and the Zeng siblings, enjoying passionate moments under the open sky, with the wind blowing through the grass and cattle grazing. And now, I was holding hands with Xiaoyan in the vibrant fields, so sweet and tender.

I remembered a line from my wife's diary: "Life, or love, is truly magical."

Hand in hand, Luo Xiaoyan and I wandered aimlessly along a vast orchard on a gentle mountain ridge. I didn't know if we were embracing nature, or nature was embracing us. I just noticed that Luo Xiaoyan's smile became brighter and more frequent. Many unnamed wildflowers bloomed in the mountains, and with Xiaoyan's smile, the most beautiful one naturally blossomed on Luo Xiaoyan's face.

Only then did I realize how right it had been to take the 520 bus to the suburbs, to go out into nature. I knew how beautiful Luo Xiaoyan was, but only now did I realize how beautiful her smile was against the backdrop of the wildflowers in the mountains.

This was a view you couldn't find in any room or bed.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in from the previously clear sky, and the mountain wind seemed to grow stronger. Before we could even predict or react to this summer downpour, large raindrops pelted down on our heads.

I quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan to a shed where the orchard caretaker was staying to take shelter. Even though we ran as fast as we could, we were already half-drenched.

Once inside the shed, I quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan into my arms and asked, "Are you wet? Are you cold?"

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me, her face covered in raindrops. I reached out to wipe the rain from her face, but unexpectedly, she did something astonishing!

She suddenly broke free from my embrace, threw her bag on the ground, and ran towards the open space where the rain was pouring down. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest, tilted her head back, and let the torrential rain wash over her face.

"Xiaoyan! What are you doing?"

My voice was completely drowned out by the strong wind and heavy rain, sounding so faint.

Luo Xiaoyan ignored me, so I had no choice but to rush out after her. When we got there, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the house. "Are you crazy, Xiaoyan? Come back inside with me! Don't get soaked!"

"Leave me alone!"

Luo Xiaoyan didn't even turn her head or look at me. "Leave me alone, okay? I just want to get some rain!"

"You..."

Seeing that I couldn't persuade her, I simply stood still in the rain. "Fine, I'll get soaked with you!"

With my thirty years of experience in judging people, I was now almost certain that something had happened to Luo Xiaoyan!

So, I held Luo Xiaoyan in the rain for a short while, although it looked like Luo Xiaoyan was holding me because she was taller than me... Suddenly, Luo Xiaoyan turned around and threw herself into my arms!

I wasn't sure if Luo Xiaoyan was crying at that moment, because rainwater and tears have the same chemical composition, but I clearly felt Luo Xiaoyan's body shaking violently.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong, Xiaoyan? What happened?"

"I'm not crying, I'm not crying. Nothing's wrong."

Perhaps afraid I would investigate whether she was really crying, Luo Xiaoyan raised her head, lowered her face, and before I could even think, opened her mouth and kissed me. Then, she sobbed and gasped, "I just missed you! I missed you!"

Even heaven grows old if it has feelings, and the rain in the sky seemed to speak of heaven's compassion. If I didn't fall in love at this moment, I would be betraying heaven's will. Without a word, my blood boiled, and I met Luo Xiaoyan's lips in a passionate, dizzying kiss.

"I love you!"

In the midst of a passionate kiss, I suddenly heard that tender, heavenly voice burst from Luo Xiaoyan's lips, "I love you! I love you!"

"I..."

I was about to respond when Luo Xiaoyan reached out and covered my mouth, then frantically shook her head. "Don't say it! Don't say that word I said!"

"What's wrong?"

I pulled her hand away. "What's wrong? Why can't I say it?"

"Because I'm not worthy of your love!"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with what seemed like tears or rain. "I'm not worthy!"

"Don't say that, I..."

I couldn't control myself anymore. I knew nothing could stop me from saying it now, let me say it word by word: "I—love—you!"

Saying it, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. I knew I was on the 520 bus in the suburbs, and I knew there was no 1314 bus back to the city!

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder drowned out my voice as I said "I love you"...

The rain continued to fall, and Luo Xiaoyan and I continued our passionate kiss in the torrential downpour. I admit I've kissed girls in the rain before, but not in a downpour.

In the distance, a boy cutting pig feed grinned as he watched us kissing. I didn't know if he was just watching this Western spectacle of men and women embracing and kissing and laughing like an idiot, or if he was amused that the guy kissing wasn't even as tall as the girl.

A stray dog nearby was also barking happily...

Summer downpours are always like this, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, stopping in a flash, and the sun would be setting when we saw it again.

Our clothes were soaked and then dried. I took Luo Xiaoyan's hand and we started walking down the mountain. Just then, Luo Xiaoyan's phone received a text message. I noticed her consciously avoiding my gaze as she read the message, and then a barely perceptible anxiety appeared on her face.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

I quickly asked.

"Oh... I have a last-minute performance tonight, I have to rush back,"

Luo Xiaoyan replied, looking a little nervous.

"Then we need to hurry, we have to catch the last bus 520 back to the city!"

I pulled Luo Xiaoyan and quickened our pace down the mountain.

We rushed, but finally caught the last bus back to the city. After getting off the bus, Luo Xiaoyan insisted that I not take her back to her apartment. Before leaving, I asked, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Luo Xiaoyan glanced at me, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, "I don't know, let's talk on the phone."

With that, Luo Xiaoyan's steps were resolute, leaving Ning, the cook, with a belly full of doubt and disappointment…

I rushed home, quickly tidied up and washed, and just as I finished cooking, Ning Hui came home from work. Seeing me at home, she was full of surprise: "What's wrong? Weren't you on a date with your Xiaoyanzi? How come you have time to cook at home?"

"Oh, I had lunch with her, then just walked around outside for a bit before coming back. She has a performance tonight."

"Haha, so honest? I don't believe you!"

Ning Hui teased me mischievously, holding her rice bowl.

"Really, I swear to Chairman Mao, I really didn't do anything."

Looking at Ning Hui's playful expression, I knew I had to, and had already switched to the Ning Mansion mode, a mode reserved only for the loving couple at this moment.

Ning Hui's playfulness only lasted a moment; afterwards, she suddenly seemed preoccupied during dinner.

This reminded me of my wife's diary. I didn't know if this worry was really because Mr. Wang was back. I figured Ning Hui would bring it up herself, but I couldn't resist, so I initiated the conversation: "You've been on leave for so long, is everything alright at work?"

"Oh, honey,"

Ning Hui lifted her face from her meal, bit her lip, and said, "I was just about to tell you. I'm going on a business trip soon. Oh, and Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang is back at work."

"Oh, really?"

I feigned surprise. "How's Mr. Wang recovering? Where are you going?"

"He seems to be recovering quite well. The company wants to send me on a business trip abroad, but... but I don't want to go."

"Why? Which country?"

Ning Hui paused, then said softly, "To the US and Canada. Actually, Mr. Wang wanted to go, but he specifically asked me to be his translator."

Before I could react, Ning Hui continued, "But I don't want to go, honey."

"Hehe, why are you being childish, honey?"

Actually, I wasn't entirely sure if what I really meant, but I said it anyway: "You have to go! It's a good thing, it's your job, a business trip plus a free vacation, and you can also learn about the decadence and decline of capitalism and come back to criticize it properly. This job is great!"

"You're just being a cheapskate, but I don't want to go,"

Ning Hui mumbled softly.

I wanted to smile and show my wife some tolerance, but before my smile could even open, my phone rang.

I answered the phone, and surprisingly, it was Mr. Knife's voice coming through: "Mr. Nan, are you free now? Our boss invites you. President Qiu said a new batch of Cuban cigars arrived and he'd like Mr. Nan to taste them."

Chapter 56: Passionate Photos

Damn it, look at how these rich people play. Inviting you to a restaurant is considered old-fashioned; this guy is inviting you to evaluate Cuban cigars. Whether you like cigars or not, most men feel that having a cigar in your mouth makes you look sophisticated and classy. Just look at the movies—from politicians like Churchill and writers like Hemingway to mob bosses like Brando in *The Godfather*, they're always carrying a cigar. However, when

I heard Dao Ba's call, after a slight surprise, I realized that Boss Qiu's sudden invitation wasn't just about a cigar.

Haha, could it be that Boss Qiu failed to persuade me to join his company last time, so now he's increased my offer?

I hesitated for a moment, but still accepted the cigar tasting invitation. For someone like me who always has a humble heart, dealing with wealthy people is like me just persuading my wife to go to America to see capitalist society from a critical perspective. Besides,

Boss Qiu is a man of honor, righteous and trustworthy—worthy of my admiration. After explaining

the good news to my wife, Ning Hui naturally agreed to my trip, only reminding me not to come back too late. My understanding wife rarely objectes to my social activities—she even allows me to go on dates with my lover, so what could she possibly object to about her own husband?

As always, Dao Ba insisted on picking me up personally. One refusal is polite, three refusals would be pretentious.

I declined twice before agreeing. Half an hour later, Dao Ba arrived in his car, having called me to say he was downstairs at my apartment building. After

a few polite exchanges with Dao Ba, I was led to a house in a very quiet neighborhood, which looked like a secret club. The female staff were still scantily clad, but their smiles were captivating, and their faces were all carefully selected.

Dao Ba led me to a fully equipped suite with a bedroom and living room. The large living room even had a standard snooker table.

When Boss Qiu saw me enter, he maintained his boss demeanor, only slightly straightening his posture from his previous deep slumber on the sofa and waving for me to sit next to him.

"Oh, long time no see."

Boss Qiu chuckled, a half-smile playing on his lips, and spoke first.

"Long time no see, Boss Qiu."

I chuckled back, and immediately noticed an open pack of cigars on the coffee table in front of him, the packaging covered in Spanish letters of varying sizes. The cigars inside were larger than the ones I'd smoked before.

Boss Qiu himself looked noticeably heavier. "Hehe, Boss Qiu, you look radiant. With housing prices skyrocketing lately, it seems you're truly in high spirits."

"Radiant? Ha, are you talking about me?"

Boss Qiu frowned slightly at my words, paused for a moment, then slowly picked up the cigars from the coffee table and offered them to me. "I can tell, this 'radiant' sounds like you're talking about Mr. Nan yourself."

I understood that too; there was a hidden meaning in his words. Boss Qiu never beat around the bush, what's wrong with him today? Something's off!

"Hehe, Mr. Qiu is joking. We're just ordinary folks, earning a meager salary, all we want is to go home to our wives and kids, enjoy a warm bed, what's there to be so smug about?"

I muttered to myself, but chuckled and waited for Mr. Qiu to make his move. "Oh, right, I don't have kids yet, so I guess I just want to go home and cuddle with my wife in a warm bed tonight."

I put the cigar in my mouth, and Mr. Qiu immediately reached out and handed me a lit lighter, but it was so close that I had to lean forward slightly to reach it.

This distance not only showed Mr. Qiu's politeness towards me but also revealed a subtle sense of unease.

Logically speaking, after that unexpected friendship during the model competition, we should have developed a mutual respect, and after not seeing each other for a while, we should be like close brothers.

"Pfft,"

I exhaled a puff of smoke, looking completely blissful. Never mind all that, let's enjoy it first. Besides, not everyone can enjoy a Cuban cigar.

I exhaled the smoke with my eyes closed because the moment I closed my eyes, the smell conjured images of Caribbean beaches, palm trees, soft sand, damp sea breezes, and birds I'd never seen before flying overhead.

"That's not right,"

Boss Qiu patiently watched me finish imagining the Caribbean beaches in my dream before casually remarking, "Mr. Nan, so dashing and charming, surely that's not all you're looking for?" Boss

Qiu's words had a subtle barb, and his tone was somewhat unsettling.

"Heh, what else could it be? When did Boss Qiu learn to be so sarcastic?"

I retorted, my words carrying a heavy weight. From the look piercing his eyes, I was pretty sure Boss Qiu wasn't here tonight. Damn it

, I misspoke. Tonight, I'm the one who's here.

"Heh,"

a barely perceptible dry laugh appeared on Boss Qiu's lips, then he cleared his throat and said, his eyes wide open and still triangular-looking, "Are you sure you're holding your wife in bed every night?"

What's going on? Am I in an FBI interrogation room or a disciplinary committee meeting? Interrogating me? Hearing this, I immediately got angry. Fine, before you, Boss Qiu, reveal all, I decided to keep going until the very end. I had to control my emotions, so I replied somewhat irritably, though a fake smile was still plastered on my face: "Boss Qiu, you've switched careers to become a policeman, checking my household registration? Of course, there are times when I don't sleep with my wife. My wife is often away on business trips, oh, and she likes to go back to her parents' house every now and then."

"Hehe,"

Boss Qiu saw that my expression and tone were all wrong, so he deliberately laughed to try to ease the atmosphere, "Of course, men are like that. Besides, a charming and talented man like Mr. Nan, who can attract bees and butterflies, it's normal for him to have a few affairs. The grass is always greener on the other side, right, Mr. Nan?"

“Boss Qiu,”

I glanced around. Dao Ba had already left the room, and the atmosphere was now relatively even. However, I felt it was time to confront him. So, I resolutely stubbed out my cigar and tossed it into the ashtray, staring at Boss Qiu with a solemn expression. “Let’s get straight to the point. What brings you here today?”

“I wouldn’t presume to offer advice, Mr. Nan is wise. I do have something to discuss with you.”

Boss Qiu also stubbed out his half-smoked cigar. Then, adopting a tone as if he were negotiating a business deal, he said, “I heard Mr. Nan has recently been enjoying some romantic luck, so I’d like to confirm it.”

“Heh,”

I was taken aback—romantic luck? I’ve had plenty of romantic luck. Are you referring to Zeng Meimei? Or… Luo Xiaoyan?

Luo Xiaoyan!

I reacted quickly, and the image of Luo Xiaoyan’s sudden, abnormal disappearance and her melancholy gaze today immediately flashed through my mind…

The only person who had any connection with Boss Qiu was Luo Xiaoyan! My heart leaped into my throat.

The foreshadowing of his flirtatious behavior had gone around in circles, but it turned out to be exactly what he was referring to. I tried to calm myself down. "Is there anything I must, or am obligated to, tell you about this?"

"Of course,"

Boss Qiu paused, "this is your private life, and I have no right to interfere, but..."

"But what? I don't understand what you're saying?"

I deliberately interrupted Boss Qiu. In a battle of wits between two men, you can't afford to lose face.

"Heh, could it be that Mr. Nan has other romantic opportunities?"

Boss Qiu's tone was unmistakably sarcastic. "I understand, I understand, men all have that kind of thing. Of course, I can't control what else I'm talking about, nor do I have the right to comment, but Mr. Nan knows which one I'm referring to. I hope Mr. Nan will be lenient and stop bothering with this matter."

"Tell me clearly which one?"

Of course, I knew in my heart which one it was, but now I had to hear it with my own ears.

"Alright, since you insist I say it, I'll say it."

Boss Qiu looked me straight in the eye, knowing he couldn't afford to lose in terms of presence. "It's about that model contestant you chose, Miss Luo Xiaoyan. Mr. Nan, you certainly have good taste."

And just like that, I instantly understood. Luo Xiaoyan had most likely... fallen into the clutches of this incredibly wealthy and famous Boss Qiu.

I never imagined that even Xiaoyan, with her pure smile more beautiful than any wildflower in the mountains, wouldn't escape this fate.

Xiaoyan, what happened to you? A hidden agenda? Or something else? Coercion or...? A sudden wave of sorrow washed over me.

I knew that to a heavyweight like Boss Qiu, Ning Zhufu was like an ant as light as a feather.

The current situation was an ant fighting a crocodile for a woman. Damn it, I felt a deep sigh of despair.

But my expression couldn't betray any of my sorrow or distress. I feigned nonchalance and gave a dismissive snort: "Even if that's true, why can't I keep bothering you? What's it to you? What right do you have to order me around like this?"

I asked deliberately, trying to glean more clues from Boss Qiu's words to uncover the truth.

I needed to know what Boss Qiu had done to Luo Xiaoyan! I desperately wanted to see my pitiful Xiaoyan—I knew Luo Xiaoyan wasn't the kind of girl who could win someone's heart with money alone.

"I can't tell you the reason, and I'm not giving an order, just advice!"

Boss Qiu offered me a cigar again. His tone carried an air of authority.

I refused the cigar while defiantly challenging Boss Qiu's imposing manner: "What if I refuse?"

Boss Qiu stared at me intently for a moment before finally putting down the cigar, then clapped his hands sharply. Dao Ba, holding something, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Dao Ba was holding a stack of photos!

What the hell? What's he doing? Did he take some kind of explicit photos of me?

Boss Qiu gestured for Dao Ba to spread the photos on the coffee table, then said softly, "Mr. Nan, take a look for yourself."

Unsurprisingly, the photos only featured two main characters: Ning Zhufu and Luo Xiaoyan. Some photos showed me affectionately feeding Luo Xiaoyan steak at the restaurant, and another one was of me and Luo Xiaoyan passionately kissing in the rain in the mountains!

What the hell? Wasn't this what happened today? So that's why Luo Xiaoyan was so distracted today; that's why she suggested going to the suburbs—she already had a premonition of being followed—and the truth is, my date with Luo Xiaoyan was followed the whole time!

Damn it, playing these tricks on me, Boss Qiu! The only consolation is that these aren't exactly explicit photos, but they're more than enough to be considered passionate photos.

I was furious. This was intolerable! I immediately raised my voice: "Ha! I didn't expect Boss Qiu to have such a skilled tracker among his men, leaving me completely unaware. But this is going too far, Boss Qiu! It's not something someone of your status would do."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nan, I know this method is somewhat unethical, but I anticipated that Mr. Nan wouldn't readily accept my advice, so I resorted to this tactic, it was truly a last resort. If Mr. Nan gives up now, that's fine, but if..."

"Then what do you want?"

"I know,"

Boss Qiu deliberately paused, lighting a cigar, "I know Mr. Nan has a beautiful wife, and I've heard that Mrs. Nan is as beautiful as a flower. If I send this photo to Mrs. Nan..."

Damn, such an old-fashioned method! I almost choked on my laughter when Boss Qiu said this with such a shrewd expression. This is just too damn dark humor! You don't know that, let alone feeding Luo Xiaoyan or kissing her, even the things I did in bed with Luo Xiaoyan, Madam Nan knows everything. You don't know that my first time with Luo Xiaoyan was with my wife's permission and encouragement, huh?

It's not that I don't know, this world is too strange, Boss Qiu, you've met a real oddball among this couple.

I was secretly amused, but I couldn't show it. Besides, the truth of the matter was still shrouded in mystery. What I needed to do now was to keep Boss Qiu calm until I saw Luo Xiaoyan and understood the situation before making a decision.

I immediately pretended to be very scared, so that Boss Qiu would see a wilted eggplant, and then said in a submissive tone, "Okay, then, give me some time to think about it, okay?"

"No problem, I know Mr. Nan is a reasonable person. Actually, I have always admired Mr. Nan's talent and respected you very much. I don't want this to interfere with our friendship. After all, we are still brothers."

Damn, this Boss Qiu is pretty good at using the carrot and stick approach. I replied with a mix of soft and hard words, "I have only one request: under any circumstances, Luo Xiaoyan must be safe and sound. If you harm Luo Xiaoyan, it's not just a matter of whether we're still brothers anymore; don't blame me for being impolite then!"

I said this with a sense of tragic heroism, because I knew this was an ant challenging a crocodile.

"Mr. Nan, you're overthinking it. In my eyes, like you, Luo Xiaoyan is a very lovely girl,"

Boss Qiu said meaningfully.

Then I stood up abruptly and immediately took my leave. Boss Qiu knew today wasn't the time to keep me, but told me to wait a moment while Dao Ba brought out a large bag of cigars he had prepared. "Just a small token, nothing special, genuine Cuban."

Bah! I didn't even glance at it and turned to walk out the door. Who cares about your cigars these days!

Once I reached the door, the Caribbean scent I'd been craving suddenly wafted over. What was I doing here today? A cigar review, huh? Damn, I'd only smoked half a cigar! I'd really lost out. But I was going to keep fighting with Boss Qiu, so I figured I might as well smoke this fine cigar!

I immediately turned around and went back inside, blurting out a question that even made Dao Ba laugh: "Where's my cigar?"

After I left with my cigar, I firmly refused Dao Ba's offer to drive me home. I hailed a taxi myself, and as soon as the car drove off, I took out my phone and dialed Luo Xiaoyan's number.

Luo Xiaoyan's phone was off…

I immediately told the taxi to turn and head towards Luo Xiaoyan's apartment.

Then, after a series of knocks on the door, there was still no answer...

Helpless, I had to go home. Now I was truly dejected, my heart pounding the whole way, my mind filled with Luo Xiaoyan's melancholy eyes from earlier that day...

When I got home, I saw Ning Hui hunched over her laptop, writing furiously.

"Still not asleep, honey?"

I went over and hugged her from behind, asking affectionately.

"Sleep? I won't be able to sleep tonight anyway,"

Ning Hui said wearily, snuggling close to me in a pleading manner.

"What's wrong?"

I looked at what Ning Hui was busy doing on her laptop; she was translating something.

“There are a lot of documents that need to be translated for Mr. Wang’s trip abroad. I’m translating them now.”

“Oh, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

I glanced at the documents on Ning Hui’s laptop; they were some business cooperation and project introductions. With my English level, it was no problem. “Come on, my dear wife, take a rest. This is such a small task, why bother you?”

I pretended to push Ning Hui away and moved the laptop in front of me.

“Hehe, then I’m really going to sleep. There’s so much to do at the company after my few days off, I’m exhausted!”

Ning Hui knew my English level, which was why she felt comfortable letting me do it.

“Hehehe, you just go on your free trip. America!”

I deliberately dragged out the last syllable of America.

“Hmph, I didn’t say I had to go!”

Even as she said that, Ning Hui didn’t forget to give me a sweet kiss on the cheek before going to wash up: “Thank you, my husband is so good.”

Thank me for what? Was it for helping her translate tonight, or for encouraging her to go to America on business?

Ning Hui's happiness, in any state, always fills me with a sense of bliss, especially knowing that her happiness stems from me.

This moment was no exception. Soon, I watched Ning Hui drift off to sleep in bed. Although the work I was doing was tiring, the thought that I was doing it for my wife made me feel like a busy but happy bee.

Speaking of which, this translation work was damn tiring; I didn't finish until dawn…

The next day, Ning Hui went to work as usual. I took a nap in the morning, and in the afternoon, I went to the newspaper office to handle some work-related matters, then went to Boss Qiao's office to discuss national affairs for two hours. During this time,

I kept trying to contact Luo Xiaoyan by text message or phone, but the result was always "out of service" or "switched off," and no reply to my texts.

Damn it, she's disappeared again?

"That damn Boss Qiu, I'm not done with you!"

I thought angrily!

Before I could even hear anything about what was troubling me, Ning Hui came home that evening with red eyes, a look of worry and grievance on her face.

She'd said she had a business dinner out and wouldn't be home for dinner, but I never expected her to come back looking like this.

"What's wrong, honey? Who upset you?"

I pulled her into a hug as she sat down, asking.

"Nothing, just some work-related troubles,"

Ning Hui replied with a faint smile.

I asked several more times, but Ning Hui kept changing the subject, seemingly unwilling to discuss it. Then she turned on the TV and stared at the screen sullenly, I couldn't tell if she was actually watching or not.

A direct approach wasn't working, so I tried a more subtle approach. I quickly sat down next to Ning Hui, picked up an apple from the coffee table, peeled it, and fed her the segments.

Ning Hui initially pouted and refused to eat, but after my persistent coaxing, she finally opened her mouth and took a few bites. I then tentatively started a conversation with my wife: "Has your handsome Zeng asked you out these past few days?"

"He did today,"

Ning Hui replied in a muffled voice, biting her cute lips and the apple.

"Hehe, then why are you sitting at home?"

I grinned mischievously.

"Just because he asked me out doesn't mean I have to go! I'm not in the mood, I don't want to go!"

My wife's words today were barbed.

"Okay, okay, I won't go, I won't go. What's wrong with you today, honey? Anyone who dares to mess with my wife, tell my husband to deal with them!"

I kissed Ning Hui on the cheek.

I saw Ning Hui's breathing become increasingly rapid, and I could almost hear the hissing of her lungs. "Don't be angry, don't be angry, what made my wife so angry?"

I quickly reached out and stroked Ning Hui's chest.

Suddenly, Ning Hui turned around and threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears!

"What's wrong, honey? Is there really someone who dares to bully you?"

I sensed the situation was serious and quickly pulled Ning Hui up, urgently asking, "Tell me, what happened?"

Ning Hui remained silent, only sobbing.

"Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll ask. Just nod or shake your head. Someone bullied you, was it someone from the company?"

Ning Hui nodded.

"Was it General Manager Wang?"

My heart leaped into my throat. Could it be that the crocodile Boss Qiu wasn't finished yet, and now I had to face another crocodile, General Manager Wang?

Ning Hui quickly shook her head.

Damn, thank goodness!

Who else in the company was plotting against my wife? I immediately thought of that General Manager Zheng, so he was the one who wanted to pimp for that bank manager surnamed Feng and harm my wife. "General Manager Zheng?"

This time, Ning Hui neither nodded nor shook her head.

"Damn, so it was this guy? What did he do to you?"

I shook Ning Hui's shoulder anxiously. "Was it him?"

Ning Hui still didn't speak, first nodding, then quickly shaking her head. I was really anxious. "Then did he pimp for that bank manager surnamed Feng again?"

This time, Ning Hui nodded, biting her lip.

Damn! Last time, Ning Hui firmly refused to listen, so he still has his eye on my wife? "

What did he do to you?"

Ning Hui rubbed her red eyes, her lips still clenched, unable to speak.

"Say something! What happened? Don't worry, honey, okay?"

Seeing my anxious look, Ning Hui finally stammered out the story. It turned out that General Manager Zheng had once again tricked Ning Hui into going to dinner under the pretext of a company business dinner. Ning Hui didn't expect to be taken to Bank Manager Feng's place again. This time, that pig surnamed Feng even dared to lay a hand on my wife. Ning Hui fought back fiercely and threatened to call the police before she managed to break free.

Hearing this, Ning Hui was instantly enraged, practically spitting fire from every pore. That very night, he was going to go out and settle scores with both Zheng and Feng. Seeing her husband's uncontrollable rage, Ning Hui was somewhat frightened and quickly pulled me back, telling me not to be impulsive, saying she hadn't suffered any loss, and that she would never trust General Manager Zheng again, just be more careful with them.

Given the situation, I couldn't confront my wife directly, so I put on a conciliatory attitude, coaxing her to wash up, get ready, and go to bed. But I knew I had to do something the next day.

Early the next morning...

The bank where Director Feng works is a large bank. I easily found its location, then flashed my newspaper business card, pretending to be on official business, and fooled the security guard and the receptionist. I went straight to Director Feng's office.

Corrupt officials like Director Feng wouldn't be at work this early. I patiently waited for this pig to arrive at his office with the air of a big boss, his hair slicked back. He was taken aback when he saw me standing by his office; he definitely didn't expect me to be there to settle scores.

When he opened the office door, I slipped in behind him.

"You...who are you looking for? Secretary Zhang, I don't think I have any appointments this morning?"

Director Feng was about to yell at his secretary outside when he saw I hadn't invited him in.

"I'm here uninvited. If you're not afraid of getting into trouble, you'd better close the door!"

Before the guy could even call for help, I preemptively made my point clear.

This pig must have something to hide, doing a lot of shady things behind the scenes. Hearing my threat, and not knowing who I am, he probably fell for some trick. He quickly scurried the door shut, saying, "Let's talk this out. Come, sit down. What brings you here, sir?" Damn

, I finally got a good look around the room. Only these corrupt officials' offices have that kind of grandeur and luxury. They squander the people's money, their offices are as big as the large open-plan office in our newspaper. Everywhere you look, there's a glittering, opulent decoration and a pretentious sense of institutional authority. Just thinking about their rotten souls makes me, with my righteous indignation, feel like vomiting.

"Listen,"

I cleared my throat, "I only have a few words to say, and I'm leaving after I finish!"

Then I pointed my finger at the man surnamed Feng's nose and said, word by word, "Today, as a citizen with a sense of justice, and as Ning Hui's husband, I am formally and solemnly warning you: please stay away from Ning Hui from now on, and stop thinking about taking advantage of respectable women. If something like last night happens again, I won't be as polite to you as I am today! I hope you understand human language!"

After saying that, I glanced at the idiot who seemed to be standing there dumbfounded, turned around, and slammed the door as I left.

As I went out, I thought to myself, "Damn it, does he think I have a cuckold fetish? I've let other men sleep with my wife, so any man can sleep with my wife now?"

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