[Fantasy] Three Men Make a Wolf (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 69 "Peaceful Coexistence"

After finishing their meal and clearing away the dishes, Jiang Xinyue walked out of the dining room, followed by Jiang Diaokai. When they reached the bedroom door, Jiang Xinyue suddenly turned around and blocked Jiang Diaokai's path, her hand instinctively reaching behind her back to grab the doorknob.

"Didn't we agree? I'm working on my manuscript now, don't bother me..."

"We agreed to sleep in separate rooms, I didn't say I couldn't come into your bedroom, what's wrong? Why are you so tense, like I'm going to rape you if I come in..." Jiang Diaokai teased her mischievously.

"What are you saying..." she said, a little annoyed, but he had already stepped forward and pushed the door open without a word.

Jiang Xinyue was too late to stop him; her heart skipped a beat, resigned to the terrible scene to come. But when the door opened, the room was exactly the same as when she left. Nangong Ji wasn't awkwardly standing in the room, unable to escape. Her heart, which had been pounding, immediately calmed down.

Jiang Xinyue pretended to be calm as she turned on her computer, took out her documents, and began working on her draft. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, but the speed wasn't as smooth as usual, and she kept making typos. Jiang Diaokai stood behind her for a while, watching, before his hands began to wander. His hand slid across the back of her neck, tickling her. Jiang Xinyue shrank back , trying to shoo him away, "Stop it, I really don't have time to spend with you today..."

But Jiang Diaokai turned her face and leaned down to kiss her. His kiss was deep, and soon his tongue was inside her mouth. Her arms were held down tightly by him, unable to move, and she could only passively accept his intense French kiss. His hands skillfully unbuttoned her shirt and pushed up her bra, his warm palms kneading her breasts.

After a long while, he finally released her. Her clothes were already disheveled, her lips glistening. Jiang Diao greedily licked her erect nipples with the tip of his tongue. He stood up: "My goodnight kiss, can you promise you won't come knocking on my door later…?" He winked mischievously at her and left the room.

Before Jiang Xinyue could even cover herself, Nangong Ji emerged from the small bathroom. He clapped silently a few times, his eyes fixed on her full breasts: "What a magnificent show! You've probably forgotten I was even an audience member, haven't you?"

Jiang Xinyue's face burned. She quickly covered her chest with her hands, but he had already lifted her into the air and thrown her onto the soft mattress, pressing his body heavily against hers.

"You…"

His chest pressed tightly against her breasts, his hands sliding down her thighs, pushing her skirt up, while his erect desire had already deeply penetrated her.

"Mmm..." she groaned, struggling, but her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued his movements.

Like a thirsty python, he finally found a tree hollow filled with dew, and plunged his entire body inside, insatiably sucking in the sweet nectar, wishing he could squeeze and drain the hole dry...

That night, her body sank deep into the soft mattress, and he held her tightly, penetrating her body in the most intimate way, striking her private parts with the most primal movements. She was as delicate as a spring flower, as pure as a crescent moon, writhing and yielding beneath him. That

night was both long and short... After a night of passion, she woke up very early. Looking at the clock, it was only five o'clock. She was worried about Jiang Diaokai, afraid he would get up early and knock on her door. She moved, and Nangong Ji's arms wrapped around her from behind, embracing her tightly, their two young and naked bodies pressed together.

"Where are we going?" he asked her lazily.

"I'll go make breakfast..." she said softly, still feeling a little unfamiliar and subtly resistant to his embrace.

"Don't go, sleep a little longer. It's only five o'clock. Does A-Kai need to eat breakfast so early?" His tone was gentle and affectionate, but tinged with a hint of jealousy. He didn't want to be the one taking over someone else's place while the other was still oblivious.

"No, A-Kai will be here soon..." She knew Jiang Diao Kai's temperament; he would definitely come early to "bother" her.

Nangong Ji remained silent. In truth, in terms of understanding Jiang Diao Kai, he was just as knowledgeable as she was. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissing her back. His slowly swelling desire had already invaded her body. Although Jiang Xinyue was extremely unwilling, she was a passive recipient. It's said that men's desires are strongest in the morning, and it was indeed true.

He was very measured, only taking up half an hour of her time. However, with his skill, half an hour was more than enough. He ejaculated inside her, until drops dripped down from his exit. He opened her legs and carefully cleaned her up with clean tissues. Throughout the process, Jiang Xinyue's face remained flushed.

Sure enough, Jiang Diaokai rushed into the kitchen shortly after she entered. Still a little sleepy, he acted childishly, hugging her and kissing her, clinging to her like a piece of chewing gum, whispering sweet nothings that made her blush. Breakfast took half again as long as usual. After seeing Jiang Diaokai off, when Jiang Xinyue returned to the kitchen to clean up, she was shocked to find Nangong Ji sitting in Jiang Diaokai's spot, wearing Jiang Diaokai's pajamas.

The same pajamas on different people could create completely different looks, making one marvel at the wonders of creation! As Jiang Xinyue approached him, she smelled a faint scent of shampoo. He had just showered, and seeing his clean and refreshed appearance distracted her. She suddenly thought of him without clothes… Realizing what she was thinking, she couldn't help but curse herself for being "filthy." Was it just because of his elegant charm that she had so quickly gone from feeling forced to having such fantasies?

"A-Kai's gone to school, you should go too…" she began to dismiss him.

He turned around, his gaze indifferent, but being stared at like that for too long was uncomfortable. She ignored him and started clearing the empty plates.

But then she heard him say, "Is my treatment that much worse? You want me to go to school hungry?"

Her hand paused, her tone tinged with helplessness and reproach: "What else do you want?"

"I want to eat the breakfast you made, exactly the same as A-Kai's," he said.

"Sorry, I'm going to be late for work." She continued to quickly clear the dishes, her eyes still downcast.

He sat opposite her, his long, slender fingers interlaced and casually resting on the simple tablecloth. "It's not too late to do it now, but I can't guarantee you won't be late if you start later. Maybe I should ask Dad for leave for you now?" He reached into his pocket.

Jiang Xinyue, being pragmatic, quickly stopped him. She went back into the kitchen to make a second breakfast, and Nangong Ji followed. While she was frying eggs, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and affectionately kissed the back of her sensitive neck. Her reaction was adorable because she was ticklish. He finally stopped teasing her, but still held her tightly, watching her make his breakfast, just as Jiang Diaokai had done countless mornings. And he finally knew what a sweet feeling it was.

Chapter 70: A Little Warmth

After a woman and a man have had physical intimacy, whether the woman is willing or not, the man's imprint will be left on her mind and psyche. If this relationship lasts a long time, this imprint and influence will accumulate slowly and subtly. This was the second time Jiang Xinyue had been intimate with Nangong Ji. Although each time was involuntary, and she felt conflicted and tormented, Jiang Xinyue had to admit that Nangong Ji was a perfect lover.

Regardless of whether the women he was with loved him or not, they at least didn't dislike him and would always remember him fondly. Because at the most vibrant age, he possessed the most youthful charm, yet he was mature and refined. He had a domineering nature, but his methods were subtle and ingenious. He could be fierce towards you, but afterwards, he would be extremely gentle. He could cherish you and pamper you, or he could throw you off a precipice. When he loved you, he would spoil you to the core, making you deeply moved... After

two sexual encounters with Nangong Ji, Jiang Xinyue had to shamefully admit that he had given her pleasure. He was different from Akai. Akai was too domineering, while Nangong Ji knew how to lower his pride. He could submit, but he wouldn't let you lead him by the nose. Even when he showed weakness, he still maintained the initiative.

Deep down, she still doted on A-Kai like a child, letting him have his way. The physical intimacy of lovers couldn't overcome her innate maternal instincts. As for Nangong Ji, her feelings were even more complex…

Jiang's mother had urged Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Diaokai to return to B City to visit relatives many times, and this weekend the two finally made the trip. The once quiet three-bedroom house of the Jiang family finally became lively.

Jiang's mother happily bought a watermelon and quickly instructed Jiang's father to cut it. Upon seeing her parents, Jiang Xinyue reverted to her girlish nature, pouting, "Mom, you're so biased! You never ask me what I like to eat."

Jiang Diaokai, who was just coming out of his room, overheard the last part of her sentence and couldn't help but scoff, "Don't you like cold watermelon rind salad? After we finish the watermelon, it'll all be yours. Mom isn't biased at all, right, Mom?"

Jiang's mother was amused by Jiang Diaokai and tapped Jiang Xinyue's head, "You're still jealous of Akai! He likes watermelon because of you back then..." Realizing she'd let something slip, Jiang's mother quickly stopped and went into the kitchen to get the watermelon.

Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Diaokai exchanged a glance. Jiang Diaokai's eyes held a hint of amusement, but his lips curled into a slightly mocking smile. Jiang Xinyue awkwardly turned her face away.

Jiang's mother chatted with Jiang's father in the kitchen, so amused she almost let something slip. Jiang's father said, "You should let Akai know about this." Jiang's mother thought for a moment and then shook her head, deciding to discuss it later to avoid affecting A-Kai's studies. As they left the kitchen, they silently shut their mouths and urged Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Diaokai to eat the melon.

Jiang's mother saw Jiang Diaokai take the biggest piece and thought to herself, "This brat still likes this stuff." But to her surprise, he turned and shoved the melon into Jiang Xinyue's hand. Jiang Xinyue's reaction was quite interesting; she first said "Oh," and then belatedly said, "Thank you."

Jiang's parents exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a hint of wistfulness. They had both noticed the change in Jiang Diaokai. Jiang Xinyue was their precious daughter, always well-behaved and sensible, and very likable. But in front of Jiang Diaokai, she was always the one being ridiculed, ignored, and mocked. Jiang Xinyue tried to win Jiang Diaokai over, but always to no avail. She gradually came home less often, and each time she did, the situation was worse. Jiang's parents had worried a great deal about their strained relationship.

Now they were all somewhat relieved. Jiang Xinyue's decision was indeed right. Although conflicts arose when they lived together, their feelings for each other had truly grown.

That evening, they gathered around a mahjong table—the first time in the family's history that they had engaged in a genuine cultural and recreational activity. Jiang Xinyue was Jiang Diaokai's next player, and the two had secretly agreed to deliberately lose to please the elders.

However, after several rounds, Jiang Diaokai truly witnessed Jiang Xinyue's playing style. She shamelessly discussed with him about deliberately letting him win; she was simply playing blindly and didn't know how. He figured she would probably lose even if she tried her best. She would throw out the two of bamboo when she clearly had a winning hand of two and six of bamboo, resulting in a crushing defeat every time, infuriating Jiang Diaokai.

Jiang Diaokai, a master gambler, had already guessed what hand Jiang Xinyue was aiming for. He deliberately threw down tiles for her to take, but Jiang Xinyue was completely clueless. She only wanted the 10,000, not the 2 or 3 of a suit. When he threw down the 4, she refused. Jiang Diaokai, furious, kicked her.

Jiang Xinyue bent over, clutching her leg, looking at Jiang Diaokai in confusion. Jiang Diaokai casually said, "I accidentally saw you had a 3 of a suit when I was drawing tiles, but I didn't throw it down. You really won't take the 4?"

Jiang Xinyue said "Oh," looked at her tiles, and then picked up the 4. Her parents, standing nearby, said, "This is unacceptable!" Jiang Xinyue pleaded, "Mom and Dad, I've let you win so many times, but you still won't let me..." Jiang Diaokai almost spat out the water he was drinking.

Jiang Xinyue finally won, raising her hands in childlike cheers. She had forgotten her "agreement" with Jiang Diaokai; her card skills were truly terrible, and winning even once was difficult. Seeing her expression, Jiang Diaokai smiled, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

In the following rounds, Jiang Diaokai continued to throw cards down, and when Jiang Xinyue didn't know how to play, he would kick her from below, forcing her to frantically grab the cards. Jiang's parents saw through everything but smiled without saying a word; the relationship between the two children had become much more harmonious, which pleased them greatly.

After winning several times in a row, Jiang Xinyue's excitement wore off, and she remembered her task was to make her parents happy. She gave Jiang Diaokai a meaningful look, but he didn't see it, continuing to shower her with good cards, allowing Jiang Xinyue to win until the very end.

Jiang Xinyue wondered if all men were the same; the men she had been with were always more excited in the morning. Last night, because they were at home with her parents next door, neither of them dared to speak loudly, creating a thrilling sense of clandestine pleasure. Jiang Diaokai remained excited, continuing their activities until the early hours of the morning.

As soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, he was already making love to her again. They were huddled under the covers, each time penetrating deeply, dull sounds emanating from beneath the blankets, which were twisted and turned by their movements. Her little bottom was red from his slaps. Half an hour later, he finally ejaculated inside her, trembling as he held her tightly. She was nearly exhausted.

Just then, Jiang's mother knocked on the door to wake her. This was Jiang's mother's habit; she got up early and rarely let her children sleep in. Before, when Jiang Xinyue was home, she would call Xinyue first, and only after seeing her open the door would she go to call Jiang Diaokai.

Jiang Xinyue hurriedly dressed, slipped out through the crack in the door, and quickly closed it behind her.

"Go eat breakfast," Jiang's mother pointed to the kitchen. "I'll go call Akai." Jiang Xinyue quickly pulled her back: "Mom, don't call him. Let him sleep a little longer. He's used to staying up late; it's okay for him to sleep in a little." Saying this, she pulled Jiang's mother towards the kitchen.

"Alright, alright." Jiang's mother wasn't stubborn anymore; instead, a relieved smile appeared on her face. She was relieved that the two children knew how to care for and look after each other.

Chapter 71 Deep-Sea Bomb

"This child seems quite good. I just finished watching a TV series he acted in yesterday, what was it called again... How come he's been arrested so quickly?"

"That circle is very chaotic. I wasn't very supportive of Xinyue becoming a reporter back then. It's inevitable that she'll have contact with these people. Fortunately, I understand my daughter; she won't be led astray by them. Change the channel quickly, don't watch this mess..."

Her parents' discussion came from the living room. Jiang Xinyue smiled inwardly. People her parents' age always had things they couldn't stand. It had been a long time since she'd been home. Jiang Diao had gone to meet his childhood friends, while she had taken a nap. After opening her eyes, she lingered in bed for a while, feeling a rare sense of peace. Opening the door, she heard her parents' nagging again, which felt both trivial and warm.

"Mom, who got arrested again?" she asked with a smile, stretching.

“That guy named Zheng Yihang, he’s really popular lately. It seems like you can see him on every channel. He’s also quite handsome…”

Jiang Xinyue’s expression changed, and she quickly interrupted her mother, “What’s going on? Why are they arresting him?”

“Drug use,” her father chimed in, “These days, movie stars practically consider ugliness as beauty. They’ll do anything to increase their exposure…”

Jiang Xinyue’s head went “boom.” She was a little unable to accept it. How could Zheng Yihang, with such a healthy image and such a vibrant personality, be a drug user? How could he be a heavy smoker?

She turned and ran towards Jiang Diao’s bedroom. Seeing her pale face, her mother anxiously asked, “Do you know this Zheng Yihang?”

To avoid worrying her parents, she only said, “I’ve only met him a few times, it’s nothing.” She opened Jiang Diao’s computer and browsed the internet. What she saw made her heart leap into her throat.

It seems Zheng Yihang has offended someone, because the police stormed into his apartment and arrested him, finding 500g of heroin in his residence. Don't underestimate 500g; Jiang Xinyue knows what that means. China has always cracked down on drug crimes, and 500g could very well constitute "drug trafficking," carrying a prison sentence or even the death penalty.

Jiang Xinyue couldn't sit still; she had to rush back to City A immediately. With Zheng Yihang in such a serious situation, how could she possibly have the leisure to stay home and relax?

Sitting on the long-distance bus, her heart finally calmed down a little. She had left Jiang Diaokai alone at home and returned to City A by herself, thinking that Jiang Diaokai would be very angry when he found out she had left without saying goodbye. She couldn't care less about that now.

Only then did she have time to take out her phone and call Chen Yingjun. It took several tries before the call was answered. Jiang Xinyue's first question was, "Is it true? Zheng Yihang really did use drugs?" She still wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't heard Chen Yingjun confirm it with her own ears.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, which was unprecedented in Jiang Xinyue and Chen Yingjun's conversation history. The two usually joked and teased each other when they talked. Chen Yingjun sighed before saying, "It's true... He's been so popular lately, so annoying. A lot of people don't like him. He's not the only celebrity who uses drugs, but it just happens to be him..."

Hearing Chen Yingjun's words, Jiang Xinyue felt a surge of anger. It was as if using drugs was a matter of course unless one got caught.

“But he’s not like that at all. How could he be doing drugs? How come I didn’t notice at all?” She seemed to be talking to herself.

“You did notice? Did you even care about him?” Chen Yingjun’s tone became sharp and dissatisfied.

“What do you mean?” Jiang Xinyue frowned.

"He's doing drugs because of you!" Chen Yingjun raised his voice. "Do you think I wanted him to do drugs? I've tried to persuade him countless times, but it's no use. He's under too much pressure, both at work and in his relationships. From the first time I met him, I could tell he liked you, but you... you're truly the most oblivious woman I've ever met. Don't be fooled by his excellence in everything he does... Sigh, maybe it's because he loves you so much, and he's so proud, that he's even more afraid of rejection. He's been suppressing it all along, and that 'attack' incident triggered him again. He was afraid you'd get hurt because of it, so he retreated into his shell even more, which is why this happened... Honestly, I've never met a woman like you..."

Chen Yingjun's tone was reproachful. Jiang Xinyue held the phone, speechless, her heart churning like a stormy sea. Zheng Yihang loved her? She never imagined it. He had never expressed it to her. No, did that "520, I love you" count? She thought it was just his usual joke. Her mood suddenly became even more chaotic and worse.

After getting off the bus, she went straight back to the company. Although it was the weekend, the newspaper was still operating smoothly. Today's metropolitan newspaper's entertainment section was mostly filled with reports about Zheng Yihang, and Jiang Xinyue knew without a doubt that tomorrow would be filled with a barrage of follow-up reports.

She knocked on Lin Nan's door and barged in before he could even say "come in."

"Can you please remove the article about Zheng Yihang?" she asked bluntly. She couldn't tolerate her newspaper kicking him while he was down, especially since he had been arrested and might even be sentenced to death.

"You rushed back from B City just to tell me this?" Lin Nan looked at her calmly.

"Yes, I know my request is a bit unreasonable, but Zheng Yihang is my friend," she said earnestly.

“You know he’s your friend, not mine. You know I can’t agree to that. Yesterday, the city newspaper sold out. You know why, right? Don’t forget I’m a businesswoman too, and you know I always keep my personal and professional lives separate.”

“Can’t you show a little consideration?” She understood Lin Nan. She knew her own position and knew she should turn around and leave immediately. But thinking of Zheng Yihang’s situation, those words just slipped out. After saying them, she wanted to slap herself.

Chapter 72 Guessing Game

“Past consideration? It seems you know very well that you’re just my ex-girlfriend?” Lin Nan looked at her calmly.

Jiang Xinyue gave a self-deprecating twitch. She knew perfectly well the consequences of saying those words, yet she still foolishly uttered them. She turned to walk towards the door, but Lin Nan grabbed her hand, his voice pleading, "Xinyue..."

She shook off his hand with all her might, yelling like an enraged lioness, "Let go of me! You're right, Zheng Yihang is my friend, not yours, and I'm just your ex-girlfriend." She

was usually mild-mannered and rarely lost her temper like this. Precisely because of her mildness, she needed an outlet, and that outlet was Lin Nan. She understood Lin Nan's position, understood that she shouldn't blame him, but subconsciously told her that Lin Nan still loved her. In front of him, she couldn't help but be unrestrained and lose control.

"I can do anything for you except this," Lin Nan said, grasping her hand again.

"Let go, I have nothing to ask of you except this," Jiang Xinyue continued to act as she pleased. She had completely lost control, and the consequence of this loss of control was that it attracted a group of eavesdroppers.

The office workers were also keen on eavesdropping. They gathered furtively outside Lin Nan's office, Jiang Xinyue's voice so loud it carried from inside. Their faces wore a mixture of excitement and suppressed mystery, as they whispered amongst themselves. "Who

knew Reporter Jiang had this up her sleeve? She's actually having an affair with President Lin..."

"Didn't I say she's his ex-girlfriend... that article is over and done with..."

"No wonder she's always the one putting the headlines..."

"She's really bold, daring to talk to President Lin like that. Looks like she doesn't want to work at the city newspaper anymore..."

Jiang Xinyue stormed out of Lin Nan's office, and the group scattered like birds.

Just as Jiang Xinyue predicted, the follow-up reports about Zheng Yihang were increasingly exciting. The city newspaper published another report, which sold out immediately. Even beggars on the street probably knew about the big star Zheng Yihang's arrest for drug use.

The story of Zheng Yihang's drug use has been upgraded, now going like this: Zheng Yihang has confessed to his supplier in detention, bringing to light a top drug lord in the entertainment industry. It's said to be an open secret in the industry, with many drug-using celebrities supplied by this "drug kingpin." The report even goes so far as to claim that this drug kingpin is one of the most outstanding directors of the nth generation of directors, surnamed G, married, and a former actor who switched to directing and achieved instant fame…

The metropolitan newspaper has sparked a nationwide "guessing game," with the public enthusiastically speculating about the identity of this director surnamed G.

Jiang Xinyue was shocked upon seeing the report. The nth generation director, surnamed G, former actor who switched careers—this clearly points to one person: director Guo Weimin. Guo Weimin is a leading figure in the annual box office, every film he directs is a box office guarantee, and he has made countless artists famous, including Zheng Yihang. How could someone with such status and influence be involved in "drugs"? Besides, Zheng Yihang was definitely not the kind of person to betray others; Jiang Xinyue found this report utterly ridiculous.

She went to find Yu Wei, the reporter who wrote the article, and they argued. Yu Wei argued that Jiang Xinyue had no right to accuse her of fabricating stories and even lectured her on professional ethics. She insisted that she was investigating and gathering evidence precisely because of her professional ethics; she obtained firsthand information through an important figure within the police station. Furthermore, even if the information was flawed, the error rate was relatively small, and the public wouldn't care about the veracity of entertainment news. Jiang Xinyue couldn't convince her and had to shut up and leave.

Later, Jiang Xinyue remembered Jiang Cheng and scolded herself for forgetting Captain Jiang. She immediately called Jiang Cheng, who confirmed the truth of Zheng Yihang's drug use over the phone, as Zheng Yihang was being held in their detention center and had been interrogated by Jiang Cheng.

"Then is the matter of the director surnamed G mentioned in the newspaper true?" Jiang Xinyue asked.

“This matter is not convenient to disclose to outsiders yet,” Jiang Cheng said. “However, Zheng Yihang didn’t say anything, only admitting that he used drugs to relieve stress.”

Jiang Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief; this was the Zheng Yihang she knew.

“Will something happen to Zheng Yihang?” This was Jiang Xinyue’s biggest concern.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment on the phone before saying, "I might as well tell you. There are some things I can't tell you because someone higher up is suppressing the case. The criminal investigation team was initially very excited, thinking they could use Zheng Yihang as a 'entry point' to lure out the big shot hiding behind it all. However, some important people are already lobbying for Zheng Yihang, and he'll probably be released in a few days. Our hopes of filing a case are dashed.

" "Really?" Jiang Xinyue knew that her excitement was a bit unfair to Captain Jiang, who was currently feeling down. However, she was genuinely happy for Zheng Yihang. Even though Zheng Yihang was a drug addict, he was still the Zheng Yihang she knew. He might hurt himself, but he would never hurt others.

After finishing the call with Jiang Cheng, Jiang Xinyue felt relieved. She immediately called Chen Yingjun, who sincerely thanked her for the first time on the phone. The next day, she and Chen Yingjun went to the detention center to visit Zheng Yihang, but Zheng Yihang refused her visitation, and was very firm in his refusal. Only Chen Yingjun was allowed in. She went to meet him.

Although Jiang Xinyue was a little disappointed, Chen Yingjun said that Zheng Yihang was doing well and actively cooperating with drug rehabilitation. Jiang Xinyue nodded, knowing that he was doing well, and she was completely relieved.

Chapter 073 Performing Love

In this "turbulent autumn," Jiang Xinyue celebrated her 28th birthday. She thought that the only people who remembered her birthday were her parents, because her mother would always call her on her birthday every year, and she and her father would celebrate her birthday at home. Unexpectedly, Jiang Diaokai also remembered, and his group of friends also came to the house to join in the fun.

This was that time... The first time Jiang Xinyue saw Nangong Ji after the "overnight stay" incident, Jiang Diao and the others were still in their school uniforms, but Nangong Ji was different. He wore black designer sweatpants and a V-neck t-shirt with a low neckline, making him look very sexy. Although his clothes were casual, he exuded a unique aura in every gesture.

Extremely eye-catching was the necklace around his neck: a crystal heart hung from a thin, spiderweb-like gold thread, with dark blood flowing within it. A lightning bolt-shaped black thread bisected the crystal heart, adding a unique touch. Allure.

Jiang Xinyue saw him the moment he entered, her heart pounding nervously. Only she knew the blood inside was hers, and the shocking scar on the crystal heart was the hair from her most private area. Seeing the necklace he wore made her uncomfortable. To others, Nangong Ji was just politely greeting her, but she sensed a deep meaning in his eyes.

Moreover, everyone's attention was focused on the necklace, and they all commented.

Bao Xiaoyue was the first to notice. "Wow!" she exclaimed, running over and saying enviously, "Ji, your necklace is so special!"

The careless Bao Dalong added, "It looks like something a woman would wear, but it does look good on Young Master Nangong."

Gao Zhao clicked his tongue a few times: "Oh, a broken heart? Did some little wench break Young Master Nangong's heart?"

Bao Dalong scoffed, "In the next life, it'll be the women lined up behind Young Master Nangong who will break his heart."

Bao Xiaoyue pouted, "Just kidding, that woman probably hasn't even been born yet!" Nangong Ji smiled faintly, "

That's hard to say." He glanced at her casually, which others took as insignificant, but Jiang Xinyue sensed a deeper meaning in his look. Her cheeks flushed, and she awkwardly lowered her eyes.

Jiang Diaokai gestured with his chin towards the room, "A broken necklace is enough to excite you all? Come on in, the food is all served, we're just waiting for the birthday person."

Everyone rushed in, stuffing gifts into the birthday girl's hands. Jiang Xinyue kept saying thank you, thank you. They were all young, and there was no particular order of seniority. Except for the birthday girl, Jiang Xinyue, who sat in the main seat, everyone else sat as they pleased.

But Nangong Ji happened to sit to Jiang Xinyue's left. Well, the seats to her left and right were the secondary seats, and of course, no one but Jiang Diaokai and Nangong Ji would try to take them. But Jiang Xinyue felt extremely awkward.

As everyone was eating and chatting, the doorbell rang. Nangong Ji stood up and said to Jiang Diaokai, "I'll go, I'll go." Jiang Diao raised an eyebrow in tacit agreement, but his hand secretly grabbed Jiang Xinyue's hand under the table.

Nangong Ji opened the door, and the deliveryman handed over a box. The recipient was Jiang Xinyue. After the deliveryman left, Nangong Ji looked at the box, then opened it. Inside was a custom-made Cartier bracelet, shipped directly from France. It was a unique piece. Nangong Ji was an expert and knew its meaning was "Unwavering Devotion." The card read: "Happy Birthday, Xinyue! Wear it whether you love me or not. Love, wear it on your right hand; friendship, wear it on your left." Signed Zheng Yihang.

He snorted, turned left at the door, and threw it into a public trash can. As soon as he turned around, Jiang Diao stood at the door looking at him with a serious expression. He asked, "What is this?"

Nangong Ji shrugged: "It's a Cartier bracelet Zheng Yihang gave my sister as a token of his love. I took the liberty of throwing it away. I thought you wouldn't want her to see it, right?"

Jiang Diaokai remained noncommittal, tilting his chin inwards. "Let's go in." The two entered the house one after the other in perfect unison. Jiang

Xinyue asked Jiang Diaokai, "Who is it?" Jiang Diaokai glanced at Nangong Ji, who replied, "The deliveryman delivered it to the wrong address." Jiang Xinyue nodded.

Jiang Diaokai whispered in her ear, "Something's not quite right between you and Ji."

"Huh?" Jiang Xinyue turned her head in surprise, then quickly covered it up, "No..."

"He is, after all, my friend and a guest in my home. I don't like you two interacting too frequently, but you have to maintain appearances," Jiang Diaokai said.

Jiang Xinyue's heart settled back down, and she nodded, "I understand." "It turns out that when Nangong Ji came to visit, they always chatted and laughed. Back then, they were just innocent siblings. Now, however, they had a very intimate physical relationship, yet she and he barely interacted. She never even glanced in his direction, which seemed cold and rude to outsiders. In reality, Jiang Xinyue was just hiding something.

Chapter 74: Flowing Ambiguity After

a satisfying meal, Bao Xiaoyue, who loved to play, suggested a game called "Rotating Sit." She even brought two female classmates to make it four men and four women. The young men and women of today had no sense of unfamiliarity and had become somewhat acquainted by the end of the meal.

The rules of "Rotating Sit" were to draw lots to pair up. The boys sat in a circle on chairs, while the girls spun around inside the circle. When the game was called to stop, the girls had to quickly find their paired boy's position and sit on his lap. The slowest pair or the pair that sat in the wrong place had to drink a penalty shot.

Everyone except Jiang Diaokai agreed to play, and the group was quite sarcastic.

"I know why the boss doesn't like to play, hehe."

"That's so stingy! What's wrong with sitting on someone's lap? Why not just immigrate to Arabia and wear a veil for added security?" "

It was supposed to be a fun game for the birthday boy, but if he doesn't play, I'll definitely quit too. Forget it, the six of us can play."

Jiang Diaokai, provoked by their words, stubbornly said, "This game is childish to death, but not playing makes me seem really stingy. Fine, let's play! Who's afraid of who?"

The draw resulted in Jiang Xinyue and Nangong Ji being paired together, Bao Xiaoyue and Jiang Diaokai being paired together, and Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong drawing two girls they had just met.

It was such a coincidence! Jiang Xinyue started to back out. She hadn't really wanted to play in the first place, feeling that the games they were playing were too "crazy." She just didn't want to spoil their birthday celebration, but unexpectedly, she drew Nangong Ji in the four-choice draw.

"I...I'd better not play. I'll go cut some fruit for you..." Jiang Xinyue said.

Everyone chorused, "We don't eat fruit!" This made Jiang Xinyue quite embarrassed. Nangong Ji, understanding her situation, said, "Everyone's so enthusiastic, why don't you join in? The game is simple but fun. If you just don't want to be in a group with me, I can switch with Kai."

Nangong Ji's apparent humility and concession were actually a strategic retreat, and sure enough, the sympathy for him swayed. Everyone said the rules of the game couldn't be broken, and Nangong Ji's directness made Jiang Xinyue seem a bit rude to guests. Although no one said anything, they all harbored some resentment towards Jiang Xinyue.

At this moment, Jiang Diao walked over, gently putting his arm around Jiang Xinyue's shoulder, helping her save face: "It's not that she doesn't want to play, it's just that as the hostess, she has to consider everyone's feelings and their stomachs." Then he looked down at Jiang Xinyue and said, "Play with us. Today is your birthday, you can have as much fun as you want, don't worry about us. Besides, Ji is a good partner."

Jiang Xinyue nodded, glancing sideways at Nangong Ji. There was a hint of emotion in her eyes, which Nangong Ji noticed, but he gave her a bright smile.

The game began. Although it was Jiang Xinyue's first time playing, her agility made her the best player. In each round, she was always the first or second to sit down, never being penalized with a drink. She was a young girl, and even the best-tempered girl had her moments of temper. Nangong Ji's "little wickedness" made her grit her teeth. To "retaliate" against him for making her the "target of everyone's anger," she deliberately "slammed" into him each time, until she heard a muffled groan in his ear, only then did she feel a sense of "revenge."

But one time when she "slammed" into him, she felt awkward and dangerous. She sat on his lap with her legs spread apart, and their points of contact happened to touch. He reacted, like a hard drill pressing against her sensitive area. She felt a shiver run through her body from his "electric shock." Just as she was about to pull away, he secretly held her legs and whispered to her, "I still want our child. If you make me childless, I'll hate you to death..." It was a joke, but it sent chills down her spine.

In the next round, she hesitated, and this hesitation put her last. The other couples who had suffered were hoping she and Nangong Ji would lose, and they clamored to punish them with drinks, even making them drink from a shared cup.

Nangong Ji smiled politely, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Jiang Xinyue, however, looked at Jiang Diaokai, and Gao Zhao protested, "Hey, why are you looking at A-Kai? You're the one being punished! Hurry up, hurry up, drink the nuptial wine!"

"Looking at the boss won't help. The game is just for fun, it's not like you're getting married."

Jiang Diaokai's face was expressionless. He didn't speak, neither objecting nor agreeing. Jiang Xinyue and Nangong Ji finally couldn't resist the urging of the crowd and drank the nuptial wine. The game started again.

This time, as soon as the "stop" was called, Jiang Xinyue felt her hand being grabbed by a large hand and pulled hard. She plopped down into Jiang Diaokai's lap. Jiang Diaokai openly and unabashedly declared his possessiveness.

"Wrong, wrong!"

"Slap on the wrist, slap on the wrist!"

Jiang Diaokai wasn't afraid of their jeers and stood up casually: "Slap on the wrist, huh? Okay, let's drink together." He poured two glasses of wine, shoved one into Jiang Xinyue's hand, wrapped his arm around hers, and was about to drink when Jiang Xinyue said, "Wait, why should I drink? You're the one who's breaking the rules, not me."

Everyone laughed and started jeering again. Jiang Diaokai looked at Jiang Xinyue: "Really? Would I be breaking the rules if it weren't for you?"

"But I didn't do anything! I'm innocent! If a rapist turns around and blames the victim for seducing him, isn't the world too unfair?" Her sharp tongue came from her job as a reporter. After she finished speaking, she realized that the example wasn't appropriate. Seeing how excited everyone was, she regretted her careless words.

Jiang Diaokai always had a way of dealing with her. He said slowly, "Isn't that how it is? I just grabbed your hand, before I even used any force, and you jumped into my arms. I didn't want to say it, but you forced me to..."

Jiang Xinyue's face flushed instantly. She wanted to argue, but it sounded like a banter between young lovers, so she wisely shut her mouth.

Everyone shouted excitedly, "Cross-cup wine! Cross-cup wine!"

She had no choice but to obediently drink the second round of cross-cup wine, only this time the recipient was Jiang Diaokai.

Nangong Ji stood to the side, watching them flirt in public, watching them intertwine their arms and drink the wine in their cups, a faint smile always on his lips.

Chapter 75 Who is Liu Xiahui?

The game ended, and Bao Xiaoyue complained, seemingly genuinely, "Akai, why didn't you react when I sat on you? Is your willpower too strong or am I not charming enough?" After saying that, she even struck a very seductive pose.

Jiang Diao raised an eyebrow and said, half-jokingly, "Of course... you're not charming enough."

"You're so annoying!" Bao Xiaoyue pouted and turned to ask her friends, "What about you? Did he react?"

"Of course!" the two girls said in unison, adding fuel to the fire, "He's so hard, he poked my butt so hard it hurt."

Seeing how openly they spoke, without batting an eye, Jiang Xinyue felt a little embarrassed. How could these young girls be so bold these days? Just then, Bao Xiaoyue jumped in front of her, took her arm, and said in a drawn-out voice, "Sister, actually, what I really want to know is whether our young master Nangong had a physical reaction, right, everyone?"

"Yes, yes!" The two new girls echoed enthusiastically.

Remembering how Nangong Ji's reaction during the game had really frightened her, and the ambiguous things he had said to her, Jiang Xinyue's face flushed slightly. How could she say it? Just then, Jiang Diao raised one eyebrow and looked at her. She didn't dare to look at him, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Nangong Ji simply sat there, smiling but saying nothing. The scene was both intriguing and subtly suggestive. Bao Xiaoyue smiled knowingly, "Oh, I see. Sister doesn't dare say anything because she's afraid A-Kai will get jealous."

Jiang Diaokai scoffed, "Who would be jealous? It's nothing, just say it." He glanced at Jiang Xinyue, adopting a magnanimous air.

"Did you hear that? A-Kai doesn't care anymore, Sister, did Young Master Nangong react? We're dying of curiosity." Bao Xiaoyue shook Jiang Xinyue, but Jiang Xinyue stubbornly refused to answer.

Seeing that she couldn't get an answer, Bao Xiaoyue turned to Nangong Ji, "Since Sister won't say, then we can only ask Young Master Nangong. Young Master, when Sister sat down, did you have any inappropriate reactions?"

"Would you believe me if I said yes or no? These kinds of questions are for girls." He smiled and looked at Jiang Xinyue. Jiang Xinyue met his gaze and quickly looked away. Even Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao were getting impatient, pressuring her to ask Nangong Ji if he had reacted.

"No...no." Jiang Xinyue was cornered and had no choice but to speak.

"Liar! You're obviously lying!" a group of people shouted.

"Really, no!" Jiang Xinyue retorted, her face flushed. She wasn't good at lying and lacked confidence. When she met Nangong Ji's smiling gaze, she almost collapsed.

"Sister is telling the truth." Nangong Ji spoke up amidst the chaos, "Because I call you 'sister,' I didn't feel excited at all." His tone and expression always made people believe him. "

So Ji and Kai are both reincarnations of Liu Xiahui. I really didn't see that coming. I can understand Kai, since he's in a group with Bao Xiaoyang. But I don't understand Ji's side. What's wrong with calling someone 'sister'? Does that mean 'sister' isn't a woman?" Gao Zhao said.

"Gao Zhao, go to hell!" Bao Xiaoyue protested, grabbing Gao Zhao's neck, and the room immediately became chaotic.

The second game was "touching the nose," which was actually meant to encourage more interaction between Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Diaokai. If they could create some minor friction, it would be even more in line with everyone's wishes.

Jiang Xinyue's eyes were blindfolded. Bao Xiaoyue led her to the boys, and they could only identify Jiang Diaokai by touching his nose. Bao Xiaoyue was mischievous; she made her touch Jiang Diaokai first. After touching him for a few seconds, Jiang Xinyue said, "He looks a bit like him."

As soon as Jiang Xinyue finished speaking, Jiang Diaokai casually blew a breath upwards, and his hair flew up.

“Then let’s leave it for now.” Bao Xiaoyue winked at Jiang Diaokai and led her to touch the second one. Actually, the second one was also Jiang Diaokai. Jiang Xinyue touched it for a few more seconds, then shook her head: “No.” Jiang Diaokai leaned back, making a gesture as if he almost fainted, and everyone nearly burst out laughing.

The third one was Bao Dalong, so they passed on him. The last one was Nangong Ji. When Jiang Xinyue touched his nose, she felt that it was high and straight, and he wrinkled his nose slightly, giving her a little signal. She touched it for a long time before confidently saying, “It’s him.”

“Are you sure?” Bao Xiaoyue asked.

“Yes.”

“Do we need to touch the first one again?” Bao Xiaoyue winked at Jiang Diaokai, deliberately trying to annoy him. Jiang Diaokai, on the other hand, looked relaxed and casual, as if he didn’t care at all.

“Hmm.” Jiang Xinyue thought for a moment and nodded.

Bao Xiaoyue led her to touch Jiang Diaokai again. Jiang Xinyue only touched him once and said, "That's the fourth one."

Jiang Diaokai pretended to be unable to bear it, and everyone laughed. Jiang Xinyue asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, it's time to confess." Bao Xiaoyue made Jiang Diaokai and Jiang Xinyue stand facing each other. "Then take this opportunity to say what you most want to say to each other."

Jiang Xinyue thought for a long time before saying, "Study hard and go home early after school."

"Hmm...so sweet..." everyone cheered. "It's too much."

Jiang Diaokai smiled smugly, and when he looked up again, he said, "I love you, forever..." Amid everyone's applause, Jiang Diaokai took a step forward and hugged Jiang Xinyue. Jiang Xinyue was still wearing a blindfold and hadn't figured out what was going on when his lips pressed against hers.

Chapter 76 Passionate Performance (H)

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Jiang Diaokai gave her a domineering French kiss. Girls her age are generally not used to showing intimacy in front of others, and Jiang Diaokai knew this well. He had excellent kissing skills; his high nose almost blocked all her breath, making her moan and gasp, forced to breathe through her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth, his tongue immediately invaded, filling her entire oral cavity with a hot, wet sensation.

She was almost suffocated by his kiss, her hands weakly pushing him away, making protesting moaning sounds. To outsiders, Jiang Diaokai was tall, handsome, domineering, and powerful, while Jiang Xinyue looked like a little white rabbit compared to him, only able to moan weakly under his lips—a truly excellent spectacle.

Just as they were engrossed in watching, Jiang Diaokai had already swept Jiang Xinyue up in his arms. Jiang Xinyue, her face flushed, cried out, "Akai, what are you doing? Put me down!" But Jiang Diaokai had already carried her into the bedroom, and the door slammed shut behind them.

Even Bao Xiaoyue sighed, remarking, "It's like watching an idol drama! A romance between an older woman and a younger man, a domineering, handsome, and devoted male lead, and a delicate, pretty, and gentle female lead, what's next..."

"The following is a sex scene, not suitable for children," Gao Zhao interjected, giving Bao Dalong a wink. Bao Xiaoyue knew the two of them wanted to eavesdrop again. Although she knew that the sex scene between Jiang Diaokai and Jiang Xinyue would be incredibly seductive, a pang of jealousy still welled up inside her.

Jiang Diaokai placed Jiang Xinyue on the bed and bent down to take off her shoes. He pulled one shoe off and threw it on the floor, and Jiang Xinyue got up to pick it up.

"Ah Kai, stop it, everyone's watching."

"So what?" Jiang Diao Kai replied lazily. He walked over, lifted her up from behind, threw her back onto the bed, and pressed himself against her. He slipped his hand inside her clothes, but Jiang Xin Yue held his hand down, looking him in the eye seriously and saying, "It's really not possible now. There are still many guests at home. Stop it!"

"No," Jiang Diao Kai answered curtly. Her hands couldn't stop him. He lifted her shirt, and her breasts were immediately conquered. Jiang Xin Yue felt a sense of powerlessness, always feeling that words were superfluous to Jiang Diao Kai, and that they always struggled to communicate.

She pinched the back of his hand with her nails. Caught off guard, Jiang Diao Kai cried out and flung his hand away. They both saw a line of nail marks on the back of his hand, and Jiang Xin Yue couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

"You forced me to do this." She tried to get up, but Jiang Diaokai pounced on her like a hungry tiger, pinning her down. His hand swiftly slipped inside her clothes. She tried to pinch him, but it was no use. He said, "Pinch me, pinch me to death, and I won't touch you anymore."

This time he pinched even harder, but Jiang Diaokai wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted. He touched her breast, his fingers circling her nipple. She completely surrendered. He lowered his head to her chest, his mouth taking her nipple into his mouth. His lips were warm and soft, sucking on her until she felt a tingling, numbing sensation, tiny electric currents shooting through her body. Although his kisses felt good, she couldn't accept it psychologically; it felt like someone was watching their intimacy.

Even the slightest movement of his head caused her pain, because his mouth was on her nipple. She could only passively accept his kisses.

Jiang Diaokai, however, went too far. After kissing her enough, he tried to pull down her pants. Jiang Xinyue resisted fiercely, but it was no use; Jiang Diaokai was much stronger than her. Jiang Xinyue reached out to tickle his ribs, but surprisingly, this big guy was ticklish. He chuckled and released her abruptly. Jiang Xinyue quickly pulled up her pants.

Whenever Jiang Diaokai came close, Jiang Xinyue would use the same trick again, and Jiang Diaokai would fall for it. Both of them would stretch out their arms, ready for a fight. Seeing this comical scene, Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but laugh.

"You're too ruthless," Jiang Diaokai said with a laugh.

"I finally caught you red-handed." Jiang Xinyue was a little smug. Taking advantage of her smugness, Jiang Diaokai suddenly pinned her to the bed. He sat on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with both hands, and using one hand to pull down her pants.

"Stop it, A-Kai, stop it..." Jiang Xinyue cried out, but it was no use. Jiang Diaokai had taken off all her clothes from below, and he had also taken off his own upper body. He released her hands, lifted her clothes, and pressed himself against her body. The moment their naked, warm skin touched, a current quickly spread through them, and they both couldn't help but shudder.

He pulled her legs up and pressed them against his shoulders. Jiang Xinyue continued to struggle until his hardness penetrated her. Her body tensed up, and the entrance squeezed him so tightly that he almost lost control. Her entrance was tight and narrow, and slippery liquid flowed out like silk. Every time he entered and exited, it brought him great pleasure.

Chapter 077 Passionate Performance 2 (h)

"It hurts...it hurts..." Jiang Xinyue frowned and protested softly.

"Relax...relax..." Jiang Diao gently soothed her. She was always tense when he entered her; he could feel her tension. He watched as he slowly opened her entrance, her tightly closed, shy petals unfolding like bathwater. His massive member was bathed in warmth, the intense pleasure of being squeezed almost causing him pain.

He entered her completely, leaning forward to thrust in and out. Her legs swayed with his rhythm, her arms tightly wrapped around his smooth back. As he thrust, he watched how her small opening swallowed him, her beautiful, delicate petals forced open to their fullest extent, presenting a tearing beauty.

"Is it comfortable?" He lowered her legs, her snow-white legs swaying even more. His lips gently sucked on her earlobe, asking how she felt.

The tingling sensation in her ear made her shrink back, her eyes narrowing. She shook her head.

"Uncomfortable?" he retorted, his movements becoming more vigorous. She let out a soft moan, "It's so bloated..."

"Where is it bloated?" he asked mischievously, his hand gently stroking her lower abdomen, but his movements didn't stop.

He was incredibly energetic and lasted a long time. She wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, "Are you done?"

"No," he said, slowing his movements.

"I'm tired, Kai." She felt a pain in her lower back, probably from staying in one position for too long.

“Then you’re on top.” Jiang Diaokai rolled over and pulled her onto his waist. Jiang Xinyue was clumsy and didn’t know how to use her strength. Jiang Diaokai told her to go deeper. She sat down deeply, and they both let out a soft moan. She was too slow, so Jiang Diaokai grabbed her waist with both hands to help her move faster.

This position allowed him to penetrate her more thoroughly. She felt like he was almost inside her womb, and her whole body felt filled with him, both sore and swollen.

“I need to pee…” she whispered to Jiang Diaokai.

Jiang Diaokai chuckled: “It’s because mine is too big, it’s taking up all the space.”

She buried her face in his chest shyly. Jiang Diaokai began to take the initiative. He was very strong, thrusting into her body again and again. Jiang Xinyue’s body swayed, and her private parts contracted rapidly, gripping him tightly.

The pleasure came quickly and intensely. She couldn’t help but tell him to slow down, but he was also at the peak of pleasure and wouldn’t slow down. His movements made her moan softly.

Outside the door—

"Boss, you're so fierce! Sister's moans are so seductive." Bao Dalong's body went limp.

Gao Zhao snorted: "If it were you on her, the first time would probably take two minutes, less than two minutes..."

"Of course, you know me best..." Bao Dalong said shamelessly.

Bao Xiaoyue came over and grabbed the two men by the waist: "Get out of here, don't embarrass yourselves. What business is it of yours if they're being intimate?"

"Let go, let go, go cool off somewhere else." The two men waved her away like flies, signaling her to leave and not disturb them. Bao Xiaoyue looked at one and then the other, her eyes filled with aggrieved tears.

She said angrily: "What's so good about an old woman moaning in bed? You guys are so low-class!" Actually, she didn't have any ill intentions towards Jiang Xinyue, but the two men had pushed her too far.

Gao Zhao glanced at her sideways: "You think being old makes you an old woman? Take a piss and look at your face. I look younger than you, and you still have the nerve to talk like that."

Bao Dalong waved his fist: "If you say that again, I'll beat you to death."

Bao Xiaoyue bit her lip, a hint of resentment in her eyes: "What right does she have? What right does she have! What do I lack compared to her? I'm prettier than her, fuller than her, taller than her..."

Gao Zhao scoffed: "Dare to compare yourself to me? You're only fit to carry her shoes..."

"Yeah, although I knew you first, after meeting you, I realized you were just a substitute for me..."

Bao Xiaoyue screamed in exasperation: "You guys are going too far! How dare you say that to me! Just you wait and see!" After saying that, she rushed out.

Chapter 078 Gang rape video

When Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Diaokai came out of the bedroom, only Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao were pretending to sit on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Bao Xiaoyue and Nangong Ji were nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Xinyue was still dressed casually, her usual attire. Her soft, straight hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her fair face seemed even more vibrant than usual. Her crescent-shaped eyes shimmered with light, and her soft lips, like dew-kissed buds, were both dignified and gentle, exuding an alluring charm within her composed demeanor.

Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao stared, their eyes wide. Under their gaze, Jiang Xinyue's cheeks flushed slightly, adding to her allure. Jiang Diaokai turned his head and couldn't resist giving her a light peck on the corner of her lips.

"What are you looking at? Be careful your eyeballs don't fall out," Jiang Diaokai said casually, sitting between Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao. Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao quickly looked away, laughing and joking.

"Where are they?" Jiang Diaokai asked, flipping through channels with the remote control.

"I don't know..."

"We didn't notice, we were so busy watching TV. Honestly, this movie is really good..."

While they were talking, Jiang Xinyue entered the restaurant. She had expected it to be a mess, but upon entering, she was stunned, almost doubting her own eyes. The tables were spotless, the floor gleaming, everything arranged perfectly—she couldn't recall tidying it up herself.

She picked up a note from the table; the handwriting was elegant and flowing: "Sister, you must be tired. Get some rest."

Jiang Xinyue's heart skipped a beat. She recognized the handwriting, and the tone was even more familiar. Thinking of him, her heart raced. She quickly crumpled the note and threw it in the trash. Her mind raced. What did he mean? Was he saying she must be tired, and did this "tired" refer to her busy day, or was there something more to it?

The words seemed very polite, considerate, and thoughtful, but why did she feel so uneasy?

Sure enough, the next day, her unease came true. When she went to work in the afternoon, she received a call from Nangong Ji. His tone was gentle and polite on the phone.

"Sister, come out for a moment, I have something to tell you."

In front of many colleagues, she pretended to be relaxed: "What is it? Let's talk on the phone."

He lowered his voice: "It seems inconvenient to talk on the phone. If it's inconvenient to come out, I can come up to you."

Jiang Xinyue told a little lie to get away from the newspaper office. The window of the car parked outside the building rolled down, and Jiang Xinyue walked over and asked him: "What is it?"

"Come on in." His tone was gentle but not unquestionable. The car window slowly rolled up, he opened the door for her, and pulled her inside. Since yesterday, she seemed to have had a vague premonition. As

soon as she got in, he handed her an exquisite box and asked her to open it. Jiang Xinyue slowly opened the box, and when she saw what was inside, her heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw the crystal necklace he was wearing around his neck. The one in the box was exactly the same as his, except that it didn't have the crack.

"Do you like it?" He took it out and placed it in front of her, the cool touch seeping into her skin, sending a chill down her spine. He leaned slightly to put it on her.

"No," she protested, "A-Kai will find out."

"It's alright, just wear it for me to see now." He put it on her, then turned her shoulder to examine it closely, a look of satisfaction in his eyes. "It's so beautiful. Look, your heart is whole, while mine is broken in two. Do you know why? Because I share you with someone else. When you're in someone else's arms, my heart is like this."

His words were very gentle, yet they sent a chill down Jiang Xinyue's spine. She gently brushed his hand away and said, "I should go back to work. I only took a short leave." She tried to take off the necklace, but he held her hand.

“How long has it been since we were alone together? Since you’re down here, you should spend more time with me. I know reporters have a lot of free time; you can easily find an excuse to sneak out all day. Besides, I only need a few hours.”

Jiang Xinyue was about to retort when Nangong Ji had already ordered the car to start, and it slowly began to move.

Nangong Ji gently put his arm around Jiang Xinyue’s shoulder: “Come on, let’s relax and watch some TV.” He pressed a button, and the high-definition screen turned on.

On the screen, a petite Eastern girl, completely naked, was tied to a recliner, her legs spread wide, her genitals fully exposed. Surrounding her were more than a dozen burly, tall black men, all naked, their thick, long genitals swaying between their legs. They were fondling the girl’s body, playing with her breasts and genitals. The girl was tied to the sofa with her legs spread wide, unable to move, and the dozen men began to take turns having sex with her.

The carriage was filled with the men's lewd laughter, the sounds of flesh slapping, and the girls' occasional screams or lewd cries.

"Ah...ah...um...I can't take it anymore, this is the tenth...I can't take it anymore..." Amidst the girl's screams, a thick penis was being thrust into her lower body, then violently pulled out and thrust in again. Although she couldn't move, her body was still gently twitching under the man's rough movements, extremely sensual and lewd.

06-03
Chapter 079 Playing in a Car (h)

Jiang Xinyue covered her eyes with her hands, while Nangong Ji's breathing was right next to her ear. His hand gently stroked her shoulder, and he softly asked her, "Are those black men's penises very large? Compared to mine, whose is bigger, mine or theirs? Tell me...Yueyue..." He grabbed her hand and reached into his crotch to feel it.

"No, no..." Jiang Xinyue resisted.

"Shy? Okay... The girl inside is about your height, so petite. I've heard that petite girls with delicate frames are especially tight down there. You don't like touching me, so I'll touch you instead. Who's tighter, you or her? Look, this is the twelfth black man fucking her now. Her little mouth down there must be all loosened up. But you're different. Why are you always so tight? Is there some secret, Xinyue? Why do you always make men feel like they're dying of pleasure... Tell me, why..." He lifted her onto his lap and put his hand under her skirt.

"Don't... Don't... Your hands are dirty..." Jiang Xinyue twisted her body, trying to stop him from touching her.

"No, I just wiped my hands with a wet wipe, so don't worry." He hugged her tightly, his fingers curling slightly.

"Ah..." Jiang Xinyue cried out, her legs instinctively clamping together. His fingers were already inside, buried deep inside her.

"When did you get so wet? You were ready for me, weren't you?" He sucked on her earlobe, his fingers swirling inside.

"Mmm..." She trembled sensitively, biting her lip tightly. His fingers moved rapidly, making suggestive sounds.

"Uh...mmm...don't do this, let me go...mmm..." It was so sensitive there; every touch sent shivers down her spine, but her heart resisted.

He pulled up her skirt, stripped her lower body naked, lifted one of her legs, and adjusted the mirror so Jiang Xinyue could easily see herself in it. His fingers were deeply inserted into her private parts, her red petals tightly enveloping them. He lowered his head and sucked on her petals, his fingers moving back and forth. The soft, delicate petals bloomed between his lips, slowly swelling and becoming increasingly sensitive.

"No...no..." Jiang Xinyue pushed his head away, but he buried himself deeper, his nimble tongue sliding between her folds, playfully turning her clitoris. Suddenly, she bit his finger tightly; her insides were contracting and convulsing, and his fingers moved faster with her.

Her face was completely submerged in desire, and gushing love juice flowed from between his fingers.

"Ah...um...ah..." Her body went limp; he brought her to orgasm, something gushing out from her lower body, making the entire area under the seat wet and sticky.

He stroked her body, his lower body still convulsing. He stared at her, telling her how beautiful it was. He lifted her up and made her kneel on the seat, her hands bracing against the window, her face facing out the window. The car had stopped, and outside the window was a vast, lush expanse.

Her skin was snow-white, her buttocks beautifully shaped, round and perky, her long legs slightly parted, the exposed private parts between her snow-white skin intoxicating. Her petals, glistening with nectar, her lips constantly moving. He reached out and gently caressed her; she was exceptionally sensitive, even his touch causing her to moan softly. Her delicate petals swelled and swelled with his caresses, and she gently swayed her shapely buttocks, trying to escape his fingers.

He grasped his large penis and slid it between her wet, smooth slits, the glans immediately covered in her juices.

"Mmm...mmm..." Her body twitched slightly at his touch, her hand sliding down the car window more than once.

With sufficient lubrication, he slowly parted her petals and pushed in. Although tight, her orgasm had already made her sufficiently wet. He inserted his entire penis, then withdrew, and thrust in again.

Her body lurched forward with his movements, her breasts swaying alluringly. He bent down and lay on top of her, his hands grasping her still breasts, and began to quicken his pace.

"Ah...ah..." She moaned continuously from his vigorous movements.

Outside the car window stretched a wide playground, and in the distance, she could only see a few boys playing basketball. Her body swayed with his intense movements, and the shadows of the boys flickered in her vision.

Suddenly, her eyes widened. Those figures were so familiar, especially the tallest, most upright, and most stylish boy...it was A-Kai! It was A-Kai! And Bao Dalong, Gao Zhao... She never imagined the car was parked right next to the playground of Wancheng Academy.

Jiang Diaokai's movements were incredibly graceful and skillful. The basketball in his hands was like an obedient little puppet. Every move he made exuded a captivating wildness and innate domineering aura. He kept shooting, jumping, and running, completely unaware of the black sedan parked beside the playground, and completely oblivious to the fact that she was kneeling naked inside the car, being relentlessly pursued by Nangong Ji.

"No..." she shook her head.

Suddenly, he felt her grip him tightly, so tightly that it drove him mad, making him feel like he was standing on a mountaintop looking down, wanting only to rush down, to thrust and thrust relentlessly. He had already noticed the stiffness in her body and seen the focus of her gaze.

He pinched her nipples with both hands, making her moan in pain, while increasing the force in his waist.

"No... ah... slow... down... ah..." She couldn't care less about looking at A-Kai anymore, only feeling like she was being pierced through, her body swaying as a huge wave of pleasure surged to her head.

Jiang Diaokai tossed the basketball to Bao Dalong: "Take a break. By the way, where did Ji go?" he turned to ask Gao Zhao.

"Who knows?" Gao Zhao winked at Jiang Diaokai, because a girl was walking towards them.

"Hey, isn't that Young Master's car?" Bao Dalong pointed to the edge of the playground, and the two looked in the direction he pointed.

Jiang Diaokai cursed softly and walked in that direction.

Jiang Diaokai's figure became clearer and clearer; she could even see his expression clearly. She, separated from him only by a sheet of iron, was doing the most shameful thing. Her eyes slowly filled with fear, and her body tensed more and more. But the more tense she became, the more it stimulated Nangong Ji, who continued to thrust into her relentlessly.

"A-Kai... Ji, no more... it's A-Kai... ah... ah..."

Nangong Ji seemed neither to hear nor see, his fingers wickedly playing with her breasts, his movements below continuing unabated.

A group of girls surrounded Jiang Diaokai, carrying water and towels, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and excitement. Jiang Diaokai stopped, his slender body leaning against a tree. He casually picked up a bottle of water and slowly sipped it, his cool demeanor causing the girls to scream, especially the girl whose water had been taken—she was practically fainting with happiness.

He had come over first, leisurely drinking water, surrounded by admiring glances from girls. Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong, however, were already used to it. They walked towards the black car, tapping on the window, Bao Dalong even pressing his face against the glass.

Jiang Xinyue shrank back in fright. Jiang Diaokai stood by a tree near the back of the car, looking in their direction. It felt as if his eyes could see right through the window, staring directly at her.

"No...no more...Ji...let me go..."

Nangong Ji made a suggestive sound, whispering to her, "Don't worry, the glass is specially made. You can't see or hear anything outside."

"No...I can't take it anymore...A-Kai is outside..."

Nangong Ji kissed her bare back: "When you were being intimate with him, did you ever think about how I was suffering the same torment outside?" He thrust hard, and Jiang Xinyue let out a muffled groan. Her breasts swayed in his hands, her erect nipples brushing against his palm, leaving a subtle sensation.

"Hey, young master, is anyone inside? Young master!" Bao Dalong shouted, banging on the door.

"Stop pretending to be dead, Ji, come out quickly. Are you raping some innocent girl in there?" Gao Zhao was quite impolite, even kicking the tire.

Hearing his words, Jiang Diao's lips curled slightly, but she still lazily leaned against the tree, watching.

Fear gnawed at Jiang Xinyue's heart like ants, while lust suffocated her like a tidal wave. Nangong Ji took her intensely, thrusting violently, until they both reached orgasm, his semen ejaculating into her vagina.

Her body went limp, her legs wet and sticky, white semen constantly flowing from her vagina. Nangong Ji gently stroked her curves, kissed her lips, and his gaze shifted to her wet and alluring lower body. He loved seeing her covered in his semen.

"If we don't get out now, they'll definitely smash the car. I really wanted to help you put your clothes back on, but it seems there's not enough time. Maybe next time. But promise me, wait until everything's gone before you get dressed. Uncle K will take you home." He said, kissing her as he spoke.

"No, no, don't go out." She reached out to pull him, but couldn't. The bold Nangong Ji had already opened the car door and jumped out. Gao Zhao wanted to watch, but the car door had already automatically locked from the inside.

"Damn it." Gao Zhao cursed, "Is there really a naked woman inside?"

"If there were, would I be afraid you'd see?" Nangong Ji retorted calmly. His question dispelled Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong's thoughts.

Nangong Ji looked at Jiang Diaokai, who accurately tossed the empty bottle into the trash can. Jiang Diaokai walked over and asked, "We agreed to play basketball together, where did you go?"

"I went back to take care of some company business. I was going to come back to find you guys, but I fell asleep in the car. Uncle K didn't wake me up."

"When did you get so tired?" Jiang Diaokai teased him. Nangong Ji shrugged, glanced out the car window, and just then Uncle K walked over. Nangong Ji told him that he didn't need the car for the time being and that he could drive it away. Uncle K bowed to everyone, got into the car, started the engine, and slowly reversed, disappearing from sight.

Nangong Ji kept staring until the car was out of sight. Gao Zhao sarcastically remarked, "Now I'm starting to suspect there really was a woman hiding in the car. Did you rape her to death before you got out and have Uncle K bury the body?"

Nangong Ji's expression changed, but he quickly recovered and casually replied, "You can't joke like that. If the police come, I'll sue you for false accusation. Come on, buddy, let's play another round. We'll see who's the winner on the court."

The group then went to the playground, sleeves rolled up, ready for a big match.

(Extra Chapter: Demon Wolf Devouring the Moon 1 (Pre-Holiday Bonus: Human-Beast H))

Half-Moon leaned against the ice couch, closing her eyes to rest. The thousand-year-old ice couch emitted a faint chill, enveloping Half-Moon's entire figure in a pale blue, cool halo.

The maid, Jade Rabbit, stood by the bedside, attending to her. She had served Banyue for two years, but every time she stole a glance at her mistress, she couldn't take her eyes off her. She had served the most beautiful fairy in the Heavenly Palace, Wuque, but in her eyes, Banyue was even more beautiful.

Banyue was only sixteen years old, her body already perfectly developed. Her supple and exquisite figure was wrapped in a gossamer-thin veil, neither too little nor too much. Her long, silky hair reached her ankles, reflecting the sunlight with her steps, shining like a mirror. Her face was as pure and serene as the moon, and her nature was not spoiled because she was the Queen Mother's beloved daughter. On the contrary, she was as calm and virginal as a maiden. Her whole body radiated a holy, unblemished, and inviolable radiance.

The Queen Mother, second only to the Emperor, has two beloved daughters: Wuque and Banyue. Both are fairies who govern the moon; Wuque governs the full moon, and Banyue governs the waning moon. Wuque is only on duty one day a month, while Banyue is in charge the rest of the time.

Perhaps because she only has one day of leisure each month, Banyue's temperament has gradually become more and more tranquil, the opposite of her sister Wuque. Today is the fifteenth of August, a day of full moon, and she only went out for a walk in the morning, read a book for a while afterward, and then lay on her couch with her eyes closed to rest.

The Jade Rabbit couldn't help but compare the two fairies. When she served Fairy Wuque, Fairy Wuque was never still for a moment. Following her, the Jade Rabbit explored the entire Heavenly Palace and saw countless handsome and dashing lovers of Fairy Wuque. Fairy Banyue, on the other hand, was about the same age as Fairy Wuque. In the prime of her youth, she was pure and abstinent, never having any contact with any men. It was only when the young men were on duty that they would secretly glance at her in the Moon Palace. Over time, many male immortals in front of the Moon Palace would weather into stone statues, simply because they couldn't bear to look away after seeing her, and over the years, they finally turned to stone. Even so, Banyue never looked at any of them.

Just then, the cries of a baby echoed through the cold palace. Half-Moon opened her eyes and asked Jade Rabbit, "Is that Xiao Bao?"

Jade Rabbit nodded. That morning, she had gone for a walk with Fairy Half-Moon and encountered a tiny infant, abandoned by someone. It was a seven- or eight-month-old boy, incredibly adorable, with a delicate, porcelain-like complexion, like a pile of ice and snow. His large, bright eyes were especially endearing. Adorable as he was, Jade Rabbit hadn't expected the usually calm and aloof Fairy Half-Moon to feel such pity. She bent down, picked up the baby, and took him back to the palace.

"From now on, we'll call him Xiao Bao," Half-Moon said lovingly, looking at the child in her arms. Strangely enough, the baby had been crying, but stopped when Half-Moon picked him up, only staring at her with his dark eyes. Half-Moon played with him for a long time before handing him over to the maids to take good care of him, promising to visit him whenever she had time.

The Jade Rabbit couldn't help but worry, wondering if she should tell the Queen Mother about this. Firstly, the child's identity was unknown, and secondly, the Half-Moon Fairy was only sixteen years old; how could she adopt a child? It would be disgraceful if word got out. Besides, the fairy in charge of the moon was supposed to remain a virgin for life, and breaking this vow would incur divine punishment. Although the Flawless Fairy was naturally flirtatious, she only followed this rule; otherwise, the Queen Mother wouldn't have turned a blind eye to her.

"What's wrong with Xiao Bao?" Half-Moon asked.

"He..." The Jade Rabbit hesitated before saying, "The maids specially invited a breastfeeding woman, but for some reason, Xiao Bao won't eat or drink, and he's about to starve to death. Fairy, I think there must be some bad omen for Xiao Bao to be abandoned by his parents..."

"Bring Xiao Bao here," Half-Moon said quietly, without scolding.

“Fairy…”

“Go quickly.”

The baby was brought over, his once plump little face now bluish-purple from crying. Half-Moon held him, and strangely, the baby, who had almost cried himself to death, suddenly stopped crying, looking at Half-Moon with his bright, dark eyes. Half-Moon stroked his face and smiled gently, a smile as beautiful as a thousand flowers blooming.

“You may all leave,” Half-Moon ordered. The maids all withdrew, only Jade Rabbit hesitated for a moment before leaving. As soon as she left the main hall, she turned and hurried towards the Queen Mother's holy palace.

“Are you hungry?” Half-Moon asked softly. Little Bao let out a soft cry, pouting, his expression as if he had suffered a great injustice.

“Isn’t there a wet nurse? Why aren’t you eating?” Half-Moon gently scolded. Little Bao just stared at her unblinkingly, his pupils clear and bright, evoking boundless tenderness.

Half Moon sighed softly, "You know you'll starve to death if you don't eat or drink, right? But Half Moon loves you so much and doesn't want you to die." As she spoke, Half Moon gently pulled open her clothes, revealing half of the girl's breast, like a round, full, and ripe spring peach, with an alluring cardamom bud at the top.

A blush rose to her cheeks like a peach blossom. She gently bent down and brought the cardamom berry to Xiao Bao's lips. The moment she touched it, Xiao Bao had already taken her nipple into his mouth, his rosy lips beginning to suckle. She let out a soft moan, feeling a slight pain from his sucking.

She used a silver spoon to scoop up milk and pour it onto her snow-white breasts. The milk flowed slowly along the curve of her breasts into Xiao Bao's mouth, which he sucked in along with the milk. Seeing this, Ban Yue finally smiled.

"Xiao Bao, eat more," she said softly.

As she fed him, Ban Yue fell asleep. The child was still in her arms, his tiny mouth suckling at the young woman's breast.

A faint red light flickered in the air, growing brighter and brighter until it reached its blazing peak. Suddenly, the infant in the girl's arms transformed into a wolf—a small wolf with smooth, beautiful black fur, a size larger than Banyue. This beautiful wolf possessed unforgettable, deep black, sharp eyes, a lithe physique, and an aura of nobility and dominance.

Gazing at Banyue's holy face, full breasts, and the wet, swollen nipples it was suckling, the wolf's eyes burned with intense desire. It let out a soft howl, and with a gentle breath, the veil fluttered, and instantly Banyue, lying naked on the icy bed, was completely exposed.

The girl's skin was smooth as cream, pure as snow, with pink berries atop her two snow-white breasts. It lowered its head and extended its long, fiery red tongue to gently lick the tips of her breasts. Its tongue was covered with inverted barbs, which enveloped her skin layer by layer as soon as it touched her. The two berries instantly doubled in size, standing erect and particularly eye-catching on the snow-white peaks. It continued to suckle them, letting the barbs on its tongue scrape against the hardened pink little fleshy balls again and again. The sleeping girl murmured softly, lifting her chest again and again, even her toes tensing. Her body was being tormented little by little by unfamiliar lust, but she herself did not know what was happening.

Side Story: The Demon Wolf Devours the Moon 2 (Human-Beast H)

"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped from the corners of Half-Moon's lips, as delicate as peach petals. In her sleep, she felt an unbearable heat in her body, as if something rough and soft was rubbing against her chest, both itchy and painful. Turning over was difficult, as if something was pressing heavily on her... She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting a pair of deep, dark,

and wild eyes. She screamed in fright, realizing she was completely naked, and a wolf was lying on her body—a black wolf with eyes as bright as diamonds, flashing red light whenever it licked her breasts. "Who are you? What do you want?" But the words that came out were incomprehensible to her, only some whimpering screams. She tried to move but couldn't; her body and legs were pinned down, her arms were pressed to her ears, and red flames flickered around her wrists like invisible shackles, preventing her from moving her hands.

Her eyes were like rippling spring water, beautiful even in anger. She looked into those dark eyes, shaking her head and accusing them. They stared back, as black as night, as dangerous as a black hole. She felt as if her very soul was being drawn in, unable to look away. A deep fear slowly rose within her.

"No, no..." her inner voice screamed, but what escaped her lips were intoxicating moans. A huge, fiery tongue licked her chest, the barbs maximizing the pleasure of the friction. Her nipples grew harder and wetter, and the turmoil within her made her tremble.

It pressed down on her, making it almost impossible to breathe. Smooth hair rubbed against her naked skin, and she felt something thick, hot, and hard pressing against her between her legs. She inadvertently saw a thick, fiery red python coiling beneath it, its massive head swaying violently. She didn't know what it was, but instinctively, it filled her with terrifying dread.

Unaware of the inexperience of such matters, she didn't know that the "giant python" she saw was its enormous genitals, two feet long and half a foot thick. Wolf men could only mate with women of their own kind; humans and immortals were unsuitable, as their women were too petite.

She screamed, her body suddenly suspended in mid-air, her limbs seemingly manipulated by an invisible hand. Her legs slowly parted and lifted, the entire position utterly shameful, her most private parts completely exposed.

"Ah..." she screamed in pain, seeing its sharp black eyes ignited by lust, flashing a terrifying red light. It stared intently between her legs, its genitals swaying incessantly.

Her snow-white legs contrasted with her delicate, alluring labia, tightly and shyly closed, untouched and untouched by anyone. It licked her with its tongue, the delicate petals glistening with saliva, making them even more tender, plump, and adorable. A small slit slowly opened between the petals, and its tongue slipped inside, sliding along the groove.

"Mmm...ah..." The girl's lower body throbbed repeatedly. Her untouched private parts couldn't withstand such torment; nectar slowly flowed out, licked everywhere. It greedily sucked the sweet nectar from her body, so fragrant and delicious.

It raised its body, the fiery red python aimed at her small private parts. Fear filled her eyes. Although she didn't understand human affairs, her body had an innate sensitivity to such things; that huge thing was trying to enter her body.

No...no...she would die...

"Ah...ah..." she cried out, but it was no use. The thick, fiery red penis had already parted her small petals and forced its way in.

Pain, excruciating pain, she shook her head and screamed. But it encountered immense resistance. She was too small, and still a virgin. She was simply not suitable for him; he would kill her… But he loved her too much. He couldn't control his desire for her. Now, all he could think about was her, her, her! It kept screaming!

It thrust in forcefully, its thick member forcing open the hidden entrance. The tightly clasped petals were pulled apart, the tender flesh torn open by the massive object, yet it felt a cruel pleasure.

Half-moon had already fainted, and bright red blood slowly flowed from their joined genitals. It thrust in forcefully, its enormous member fully inside, penetrating the girl's uterus. Her snow-white abdomen was stretched out, like that of a woman four or five months pregnant.

The ecstatic pleasure made it howl. Its enormous member moved in and out of the girl's narrow passage, completely entering and completely withdrawing. The girl's abdomen rose and fell, her body swaying with its movements.

Half a month later, she slowly awoke, feeling as if she were dying. A tearing, excruciating pain shot through her lower body. This tiny creature had its entire penis inserted, and its fiery red shaft, like a long tongue, was covered in inverted barbs. Each time it entered, the barbs gripped her vaginal walls tightly, and each withdrawal brought a burning, abrasive sensation.

"No…it hurts…ah…" she screamed in agony as it penetrated her again, the massive rod fully inserted into her vagina, gripping and biting her, while the rest of its length swayed and twisted inside her uterus.

She cried out in pain, her lower body contracting, her tiny opening squeezing and sucking at the suddenly intruding object. It whimpered contentedly, its tongue licking her breasts, taking them entirely into its mouth.

Blood mingled with her nectar flowed from its relentlessly thrusting entrance, her passage growing increasingly slippery. Her tiny opening had reached its limit, yet often the smallest bodies possess boundless endurance. The tearing pain was slowly overwhelmed by immense pleasure. That enormous, barbed whip of desire could turn any chaste woman into a harlot, for it was the ultimate penis, the pinnacle of desire. Half-moon's screams were gradually replaced by moans, her once pale face now flushed and dazed.

"Mmm...ah..." Her body succumbed to the pain and the intense sensory stimulation, she let it have its fill, and it brought her to the brink of ecstasy. Her opening convulsed incessantly, while it increased the speed of its thrusts, a torrent of semen gushing forth, flooding her womb, filling every crevice of their union.

It pulled out its massive whip, and the delicate petals trembled gently. The little hole contracted repeatedly, and the semen that had been blocked flowed out in streams. The originally tightly closed hole could no longer close due to the constant playing with its huge genitals. The petals were wide open to both sides, and in the middle was a small fleshy hole, as thick as a thumb, which was gushing out its semen.

Looking at the half-moon's pure face, which was now delicate and powerless due to lust, and the shameful private parts that no one had ever touched, now enlarged and ravaged by its lewdness, the giant python in its lower abdomen slowly revived.

It used magic to make the half-moon lie face down on the bed, and its huge body stood up, its forelimbs on top of her. The massive whip once again wound its way into her lower body. The half-moon trembled slightly and kept pushing it away. In just a moment, the initial feeling of getting used to it disappeared, but she was getting used to it again much faster than the first time.

To outsiders, the scene was utterly depraved. A petite, naked woman knelt on the bed, a giant wolf crouching behind her. The wolf's thick, red penis, covered in white foam, thrust repeatedly into her small, fleshy orifice. The woman's moans mingled with the sounds of intercourse, echoing through the palace.

"No more, I don't want it anymore..." The pleasure reached its peak, the closest she came to death, like reaching the summit only to plummet the next second. She felt her lower body swell up, her internal organs being brutally squeezed, and she felt as if she were about to be killed...

"Eagle, what are you doing!" A clear yet stern voice, like a spring, suddenly broke through the depraved sounds.

The

newcomer was a man in his twenties, dressed in plain clothes, with flowing black hair and an elegant, ethereal appearance. With a wave of his hand, the giant wolf he called Eagle separated from Half-Moon. Half-Moon's clothes were torn to shreds; she curled up on the ice bed, her hands covering her chest. Lust still raged within her, her body convulsing slightly, the pain of her torn lower body still tormenting her. Her eyes, once brimming with panic, were now misty with tears from the recent act of love.

Looking into those alluring yet serene eyes that gazed at him, the white-clad man's heart overflowed with pity. He walked towards Half-Moon, softly calling her "Moon." His voice was gentle and clear, strangely familiar to Half-Moon; even his handsome face seemed vaguely familiar. Yet, she had never been in contact with a man before; this must be a stranger to her. She retreated, her defenseless body filled with wariness.

"Moon, don't you remember me?" A hint of desolation lingered in the man's gentle voice.

Half-Moon shook her head in fear, refusing his further advances.

The giant wolf beside him let out a soft howl. The man turned his head, his gaze turning stern.

"Eagle, I warned you that the fifteenth of August each year is the time when the boundary between the celestial, demon, and human realms is most blurred. One careless step and you can cross the line. I clearly told you to stay home and cultivate diligently, but in the blink of an eye, you slipped into the celestial realm. Unfortunately, I was a step too late, and I have made a grave mistake!"

The giant wolf named Eagle showed no sign of wrongdoing. Instead, it was arrogant. It parted its lips slightly and spoke in human language, its voice clearly that of a young child, completely at odds with its robust physique and wild aura: "Father, what mistake have I made? I just came to the celestial realm to play and happened to meet a woman I liked, with whom I shared a night of passion. In the demon realm, this can be done after two months, let alone when I am already six months old."

"Nonsense!" the man in plain clothes rebuked. "Do you know who this woman is? She is your mother, the one who carried you for ten months and gave birth to you. Don't you often ask your father why your mother isn't by your side? Don't you often cry and beg your father for your mother? But when you see your mother, you treat her like an ordinary woman and force yourself on her virginity..."

"Father is talking nonsense... If she is my mother, why is she still a virgin? Father wants me to feel guilty, right? I won't. She is the first woman I fell in love with at first sight. I don't regret what I did at all."

"Why would I lie to you... In my past life, your mother and I met by chance in the mortal realm. At that time, she was a fairy in charge of etiquette in the celestial realm, with a status equal to the Queen Mother of the West, while I was just a white silver wolf who had just transformed into human form. We fell in love at first sight and wanted to stay in the mortal realm to live a life of blissful companionship, envying neither the immortals nor the gods. A year later, your mother gave birth to you, and we named you Diao'er. You know, one year in the celestial realm is equivalent to a thousand years in the mortal realm. Shortly after you were born, the celestial realm discovered that your mother had violated the celestial rules by marrying a demon and having a child. I watched helplessly as you..." "Your mother was captured by heavenly soldiers and thrown off the execution platform... To punish your mother for her mistakes, in this life, she was reincarnated as the Queen Mother's daughter, the Half-Moon Fairy, who governs the moon. She is sixteen years old this year, the same age as when we met, and her appearance is exactly the same. Twenty-five years in the celestial realm, only one year in the demon realm, who else could she be but your mother! Yet you did such an absurd thing..."

Diao'er was stunned, his bright black eyes turning to the Half-Moon Fairy. The Half-Moon Fairy, seeing him looking at her, was both ashamed and afraid, and quickly looked away.

The man in plain clothes looked at her gently and said, "Moon, I am Brother Liangchen, don't you really remember?"

"Brother Liangchen..." Half-Moon's thoughts slightly froze, the rusty gate of memory gently opened, and a complex tapestry of past and present lives rushed towards her. She had a name and face engraved in her heart, he was her Brother Liangchen. When she looked up at him again, her eyes were already filled with tears.

The man in plain clothes' eyes also welled up with tears: "Moon, this is Eagle, our child. He did something wrong to you, but he is truly our flesh and blood, the son you carried for ten months."

Half-Moon's heart stirred. She thought of her son's delicate little face when she left, and a moment of tenderness bloomed in her eyes. But how could the giant wolf that had just violated and ravaged her body possibly be her son?

"Mother..." its dark eyes fixed on her, calling softly. That tender childish voice broke her heart. But its enormous genitals had just been inside her; how could she possibly mistake it for her son in the blink of an eye?

The man in plain clothes gently waved his hand, and the black giant wolf slowly shrank, until in the blink of an eye, it was in his arms, clearly a fair and adorable infant. The little baby waved its tiny fists and babbled.

Liangchen bent down and handed the baby in her arms to Banyue. Banyue hesitated, but her eyes were drawn to the baby's beautiful and adorable face. The baby looked back at her, his bright eyes blinking incessantly. A powerful maternal instinct surged through her, and she reached out to embrace the baby boy, pulling him close.

Her full breasts pressed against the baby's face, and the baby turned his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She gave a soft "hmm" but didn't stop him. His pink little mouth began to suckle. It was strange; she could feel something flowing within her body, milk being drawn out and into his lips. The abundant milk seemed to bind the hearts of mother and child tightly together, inseparable. Her gaze towards the baby grew softer and more loving.

Just as she was breastfeeding, the man in plain clothes came to her. He gently spread her legs, her small opening still dripping with semen, while his erect penis, already erect for some time, was much larger than normal even in human form. He slowly pushed himself inside her. Having already been ravaged by the giant wolf, she easily adapted to him. He knelt beside her legs, slowly thrusting his narrow hips, his enormous penis moving in and out of her wet passage.

His movements were gentle and slow, her body swaying slightly with him, but it didn't affect her breastfeeding.

"Brother Liangchen..." she whispered, moaning softly.

"Moon, my Moon..." the man reached out and kneaded her other breast, quickening his movements.

"Ah... um..." she moaned softly, her breasts swaying more violently. Diao'er accidentally bit her nipple, and she cried out in pain, telling him to slow down. A shy blush, different from her previous paleness, appeared on her face. The baby in her arms looked at her face, overflowing with spring passion, with its bright, bird-like eyes.

The eagle, no longer seeking favor, transformed back into its original form—a giant black wolf. Half-Moon felt her arms suddenly empty, but Liangchen had already brought her to the brink of ecstasy, leaving her no time to react. Diao'er coldly watched his father and mother make love, his heart itching. He said, "Father, I didn't do anything wrong. You forgot the rules of the demon realm. When a son grows up, he can share his mother with his father. This is common in our demon realm. Almost every son's first lover is his own mother. And often, the father can't satisfy the mother's desires, so the mother actively asks her son to possess her. So Father, I have every right to possess her body, and it will be the same in the future." "

Yue'er, Diao'er is right. There is indeed such a rule in the demon realm. I was so shocked and angry that I forgot... And most mothers willingly offer themselves to their sons..." Liang Chen turned Banyue's body over. He had already entered her anus, and he held her legs, thrusting as he aimed her opening at the giant wolf's penis and pushed it in. Diao'er placed his forelegs on Banyue's back and began to thrust rapidly...

"It hurts... ah..." Banyue almost fainted. The immense pain mixed with intense pleasure made her vision blur. They thrust into her orifices again in unison, and she screamed...

Jiang Xinyue sat up straight, her pajamas already soaked with sweat. The feeling was so real and intense that her lower body was still twitching uncontrollably. How could there be such an evil and absurd dream? Her past life and her past life before that were both transformed into fairies, and Jiang Diaokai was actually a wild black wolf. He was actually with his father... Thinking of Jiang Diaokai's father, a shiver ran through Jiang Xinyue's body.

But thinking about it carefully, was it really absurd? In reality, things she never imagined were happening to her. She had a relationship with the most unlikely person, and while being taken advantage of by Jiang Diao, she also angered Nangong Ji. And now, she was maintaining physical relationships with two teenagers… These were things she would never have dared to believe before. What would happen next? What did this dream foreshadow? She was truly afraid…

Chapter 80 Secret Talk

Chen Yingjun was quite considerate; he notified Jiang Xinyue the day before Zheng Yihang's release, and Jiang Xinyue naturally went to pick him up. But she didn't expect so many reporters to come, surrounding the detention center gates three layers deep, as if welcoming some leader, demonstrating Zheng Yihang's popularity and influence.

Fortunately, Chen Yingjun had made meticulous arrangements. He stood at the front, followed by a luxury van and a dozen tall bodyguards to maintain order. Seeing Jiang Xinyue squeeze into the crowd, he nodded reservedly to her.

Jiang Xinyue nodded to him, looking expectantly towards the door. Just then, Zheng Yihang came out. He looked a little tired, but his spirits were good. Jiang Xinyue stood at the front, their eyes met, and the words Chen Yingjun had told her flashed through her mind: Zheng Yihang loved her… She felt a slight unease, but tried her best to hide it, putting on her most sincere smile.

Zheng Yihang's gaze quickly swept over her wrist. Jiang Xinyue didn't notice, only that Zheng Yihang had become cold and distant. There was no smile in his eyes, and their brief eye contact didn't involve any exchange.

Before, she never had to bother looking for him. Every time she went to an interview set, if he was also filming there, even if they weren't in the same production, he would rush over to see her immediately. She was puzzled by his excellent connections, but he said it was just a premonition, sometimes even boasting about his good relationships, saying that someone would tip him off as soon as she appeared. Every time he saw her, he would immediately greet her with a big smile, like a sunflower blooming in the sun; seeing his smile brought warmth.

This was the first time he had seen her with such a cold and distant expression, making her feel somewhat uneasy. Reporters surged forward, microphones raised, eager to interview, but bodyguards formed a human wall, keeping the enthusiastic crowd a meter away.

Zheng Yihang reacted coldly to the crowd, only saying to Chen Yingjun indifferently, "Let's go."

Chen Yingjun glanced at Jiang Xinyue, then protectively shielded Zheng Yihang like a mother hen. As Zheng Yihang prepared to leave, the crowd stirred, but fortunately, the bodyguards provided excellent protection. Soon, Zheng Yihang got into his van, which drove off in a cloud of dust.

The crowd dispersed quickly, leaving only the lonely Jiang Xinyue. She felt a pang of sadness, wondering why Zheng Yihang had treated her this way, and how their relationship had come to this.

After standing there for a while, she turned to leave dejectedly, when someone called her from behind.

“Xinyue.” A familiar baritone voice.

She turned around; it was Captain Jiang Cheng.

The two went to a nearby restaurant and ordered a private room. This was Jiang Xinyue’s first formal meeting with Jiang Cheng, and she sensed that he had something to say to her.

“Captain Jiang, what’s the matter? Why did we have to come to such a formal place?” Jiang Xinyue couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You saw it too, Zheng Yihang has been released.” Jiang Cheng’s expression was more serious than usual, making Jiang Xinyue a little uneasy.

“Is there something else going on?” Jiang Xinyue asked uncertainly. “

His case is closed, and his drug rehabilitation is going well. He shouldn’t have any further involvement with the police.” Seeing Jiang Xinyue breathe a sigh of relief, Jiang Cheng changed his tone and said, “He’s fine, but I’m in trouble.”

“Captain Jiang… is there some kind of trouble?” Jiang Xinyue asked, her eyes wide with worry.

Jiang Cheng sighed and said, "Zheng Yihang's arrest uncovered just the tip of the iceberg of drug crimes. The brothers in the criminal investigation team were all gearing up for a major operation, but then things took a turn for the worse. The higher-ups suppressed the case, and Zheng Yihang, along with another drug user arrested at the same time, were quickly released. Even our chief was helpless, and we have no idea which 'big shot' used what connections to completely smooth things over. It's just too...powerful."

Jiang Xinyue took a breath. She could sense the gravity of the situation from Jiang Cheng's tone, but why was Jiang Cheng telling her such a confidential matter?

"The bureau won't allow us to file a case, we're all helpless. Investigating privately is restricted by our identities and violates regulations, but drugs involve people's lives. If we don't eradicate the source of drugs soon, more people will fall into this drug black hole, abandoning their families and living a life of debauchery… We absolutely refuse to close the case like this, letting the criminals go unpunished and continue their evil deeds. I've been thinking about this for the past few days, and suddenly I thought of you…"

"Me?" Jiang Xinyue asked doubtfully, "What can I do?"

"I trust my judgment," Jiang Cheng said firmly. "You're the best reporter I've ever met. Reporters are the voice of the people, and many reporters can't do that now, but Xinyue, you have. You know, I've always had a key suspect…"

"Who?" Jiang Xinyue asked.

"Yi Qingcheng, the chairman of Qingcheng Building and Qingcheng Pharmaceutical Group," Jiang Cheng said firmly and resolutely.

Jiang Xinyue gasped; she never expected to hear that name. She recalled that fleeting encounter, barely a "fleeting meeting." Though separated only by a pane of glass, he could see her, but she couldn't see him. His voice sounded so young for a chairman, possessing an inexplicable charm. One could imagine how stunningly handsome the owner of that voice must be—and could such a man be the legendary drug lord? She couldn't believe it.

Chapter 81: The Little Wolf's "Sweet Treat"

But Jiang Xinyue had known Jiang Cheng for so many years; she knew his character well. He wouldn't say such irresponsible things without absolute certainty. In other words, since he had spoken, he was about 80% certain. Perhaps it could even be said that Yi Qingcheng was indeed the legendary drug lord!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyue shivered slightly.

"Then, what can I do?" She knew Jiang Cheng must have something important to entrust to her, and she didn't back down.

Jiang Cheng looked at her trustingly and said, "I heard that Qingcheng Building is hiring an assistant for Yi Qingcheng. The requirements are: female, aged 25-28. You happen to meet the requirements. I have already submitted your information through a friend with special channels. However, there is only one opening, and it is Yi Qingcheng's personal decision. We cannot manipulate these things. Besides, Yi Qingcheng is a man of great stature. He will notice any trickery or slight disturbance. So the chance of being hired is only one percent or even one in a thousand. But if I am hired..."

"Captain Jiang wants me to stay by Yi Qingcheng's side as an undercover agent?" Jiang Xinyue was surprised. She did not expect Jiang Cheng to act first and inform her later, and she did not expect him to act so quickly.

“It’s a bit dramatic, but that’s really what I meant.” Jiang Cheng nodded meaningfully. “What, scared? If you don’t agree, I can have someone destroy your information…”

“No, I agree to try.” Jiang Cheng’s trust, her sense of justice, and her inherent adventurous spirit all compelled her to agree. Besides, she had wanted to change jobs for a long time, and this opportunity made her determined to leave the newspaper and Lin Nan completely.

Jiang Diaokai turned over, subconsciously reaching out his arm. The space to his left was empty, still warm from her touch. He sat up, put on his pajamas, and lazily tied the straps as he walked out of the bedroom.

She was making breakfast in the kitchen, wearing pajamas in the same color scheme as his, her hair slightly disheveled over her shoulders. The range hood was humming, but she was busy working methodically, unaware that he had come in. He hugged her waist from behind.

She gasped and turned her head. He quickly kissed her on the lips. Jiang Xinyue felt his erection pressed tightly against her, but he didn't move. He just held her and watched her fry eggs.

"Yi Qingcheng is definitely a formidable figure. He controls an extremely complex network of relationships. Many important people we can't even imagine are controlled and used by him, allowing him to easily manipulate things in City A. If things go according to plan and you are indeed hired by him, just do your job well at first. Don't make any rash moves, because this kind of person is extremely intelligent and insightful. If he discovers your true identity, you may be in danger... The first step is to gain his trust completely. You must wait until he completely trusts you before starting any further work..."

While eating breakfast, Jiang Xinyue kept thinking about Jiang Cheng's last words to her.

Jiang Diaokai quickly finished his breakfast. Seeing Jiang Xinyue sitting opposite him, holding a knife and fork but resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought, he walked over and waved his hand in front of her eyes. Jiang Xinyue snapped out of her daze, leaned back slightly, and looked up at him.

"What's wrong? Are you full? Go to school."

Jiang Diaokai leaned on the table, looking at her. "You're not acting right today. Are you hiding something from me?"

"I'm in a rush. I'll tell you when I get back. Go change your clothes..." Jiang Xinyue pushed him.

Jiang Diaokai didn't move. "Tell me now."

Jiang Xinyue's hand was still on his arm, noticing the prominent muscles, radiating the strength and energy unique to young people. No wonder she couldn't move him. Seeing his domineering tone, she knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

"I... resigned," she confessed.

Jiang Diaokai looked at her for a while, as if confirming the accuracy of the news, then he chuckled through his nose: "So it's a good thing. I've been hoping you'd stay away from that Lin Nan for a long time. Now it's all good. From now on, you'll stay home and wait for me to come back." His large hand gently stroked the hair by her ear, his domineering presence tinged with a unique tenderness.

"But I still need to find a new job..." Jiang Xinyue said.

"No!" He pinched her chin, making her look up into his eyes. "I won't allow you to work anymore. I can support you."

"Akai, you know I don't need you to support me, you know that." She also looked up at him, telling him with her eyes that she didn't need to. Jiang Diaokai's expression darkened for a moment, but she knew he understood what kind of person she was.

"Don't be angry. At least I'm no longer working at the newspaper, Akai. I can listen to whatever you say, but can I decide about my job myself?" Her tone was gentle and sincere, with a hint of resignation.

Jiang Diaokai snorted, "Besides work, you listen to me in everything?" There was a hint of wickedness in his voice. As he spoke, he scooped her up and placed her on the dining table.

"What are you doing? It's time for school..." Jiang Xinyue exclaimed.

"It's okay, I can be a little late." Jiang Diaokai said nonchalantly, pulling her slender ankles apart with both hands.

"No... teachers don't like students who are late..." Jiang Xinyue twisted her legs, disliking this time and place.

Jiang Diaokai braced himself on the table, pressing closer to her, forcing Jiang Xinyue to lean back, but he deliberately moved even closer: "But our teacher likes me terribly... and Ji too, we're her favorite students."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Xinyue asked sensitively.

Jiang Diaokai smiled: "Misunderstanding? We have a very pure teacher-student relationship. What I mean is, even if I'm late, she won't change her attitude."

After saying that, he stepped back, holding her ankles again.

"No..." Jiang Xinyue's body tensed.

“Didn’t you say you’d listen to me about everything except work? I can leave your work alone, but you’d better behave now

, or things might get complicated.” He raised an eyebrow at her, and Jiang Xinyue slowly lowered her head. He knew this was her way of acquiescing. “Open your legs,” he commanded. He watched her hesitate for a while before biting her lip and slowly opening her legs—a position that was very alluring to men but shameful to women. Her knees were crossed, her bare, white feet resting on the table, her legs spread at a 120-degree angle.

She wasn’t wearing anything under her pajamas. She had showered that morning, and her lower body looked very clean. Her two pink labia were tightly closed, like a shy little girl guarding a gate, her face still covered with adorable wrinkles.

A shiver ran through him. He reached out and gently touched it with his index finger. Jiang Xinyue braced herself on the table, closed her eyes, turned her face away, and bit her lower lip.

His gaze shifted to her face, and a wicked thought flashed through his mind. His fingers moved to her lips: "Every part of your body is mine. No one else has the right to mistreat my precious treasure, and neither do you."

Jiang Xinyue exhaled softly, hiding a small protest. She released her lower lip, and he gently traced her lips with his finger, his dark eyes filled with a kind of infatuation: "So pink and tender. Are she twins with your little sister down there?"

Jiang Xinyue's face flushed instantly. He applied a little more pressure with his finger, and she opened her eyes wide. He looked at her provocatively: "Don't lecture me... I just washed my hands." As he spoke, he pried open her teeth and entered her mouth, watching her tilt her face slightly upturned as she held his index finger in her mouth, blood rushing to a certain spot. He wickedly imitated the movements of his genitals, his finger covered in her saliva.

Then he used his saliva-covered finger to smear her dry petals, watching them magically and slowly become full, moist, and sensitive. He played with them, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

He grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him: "Look at me."

He untied the sash of his pajamas, revealing the boy's well-built and muscular body. His deep black eyes captured her gaze, forcing her to look at him, while he wickedly stroked his massive member between his legs.

"Ah Kai, let's do it another time, you're really going to be late..." Jiang Xinyue suddenly panicked and squeezed her legs together.

Jiang Diao Kai threw off his pajamas, revealing his naked, muscular, tall, and well-built body. He moved closer to her, but she wrapped her body back into her pajamas, shrinking back on the dining table. He stroked the edge of his pajamas, with a subtle sense of coercion, because if he pulled it even slightly, her private parts would be exposed.

“Actually,” he said slowly, “it’s only right that I support you, isn’t it?”

She turned to look at him, their eyes meeting, their gazes both becoming complex. Their relationship was tangled and complicated. From an ethical standpoint, a son naturally has an obligation to support his parents.

“I have the right to demand that you not work, and I will support you, don’t I?” he said slowly, but his gaze towards her was complex.

She was stunned by his gaze and couldn’t say anything.

“Since I promised you I would find a job, can’t even a small dessert satisfy me?” He reopened her legs, pulling her body to the edge of the table. He was satisfied with the table’s height; it was perfect for their lovemaking.

Parting her petals, he guided his own desire with one hand, and Jiang Xinyue slowly closed her eyes.

“Ah!” she cried out, her body jolting backward from his thrusts, as he plunged into her body with force and precision, penetrating completely. He grabbed her ankles, his hips thrusting, his thick penis relentlessly pounding into her narrow opening.

"Ah Kai, slower...it hurts a little..." His strength was too great, and her hands, which were braced on the table, were a little sore. She could only plead with him softly.

Jiang Diaokai didn't care and just kept thrusting hard. The pleasure was too intense. Her little mouth was so tight that it kept sucking and twisting him. After a long while, he finally got a little satisfied and stopped being so impatient, slowing down.

Her lower body was already very wet, and her nectar clung to his penis. He slowly entered and slowly withdrew, enjoying the sight of her little mouth taking it in. She couldn't stand his slowness anymore. Her lower body felt empty and clung to him, and she moaned softly.

"What's wrong? Didn't I satisfy you?" he asked deliberately. "Then beg me to go faster."

Jiang Xinyue shook her head. She couldn't say it, but she clearly felt that the desire hidden in her body had been awakened by him.

“I suddenly really want to hear you say some vulgar things, because they never seem to come out of your elegant mouth, so I want to hear them even more, like asking me to fuck you or something like that.” He said to her wickedly.

“You…” she gasped, shaking her head. He didn’t want to pressure her anymore.

“Why are you different from other women? For example… Jiang Wei, she’s only fifteen, but she’s already very good at seducing men. Although I’ve never been with her, I know that as long as I beckon, she’ll practically throw herself at me. Bao Xiaoyang is the same. When Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao were having sex with her, the things she said were unbearable for me and Ji to hear. Oh, right, do you remember the first video I showed you? Incest, that mother, Wu Daizi, actively spread her legs for her son to fuck, not only did she moan very lewdly, but she also told her son to fuck her to death quickly…”

“Isn’t our situation the same as in the video? The only difference is that Wu Daizi in that video is open and proactive enough, saying whatever she wants. Although I like you like this, being open once in a while also makes me feel good.”

Jiang Diaokai spoke slowly, deliberately tormenting Jiang Xinyue. He aroused Jiang Xinyue’s desire, but didn’t give it to her, leaving Jiang Xinyue confused and infatuated beneath him.

"Say it quickly, beg me to fuck you," Jiang Diaokai commanded. He stopped at her entrance, feeling her flower cave sucking at his tip. Her lower mouth had been trained to be unbearably hungry, and he used great self-control to restrain his impulses. Fortunately, he had already had his "appetizer."

"I can't say it... I really can't say such vulgar words... Why do men like this?" Jiang Xinyue said painfully, "And can you please stop emphasizing our relationship..."

Jiang Diaokai moved closer to her, his huge penis completely detached from her tight, wet vagina, menacingly looming in the air. Jiang Xinyue felt an unbearable emptiness in her body. She tried to curl up, resisting the erosion of lust in her flesh.

Jiang Diaokai's lips brushed against her delicate face, a tender tickling sensation on his lips as he spoke: "Do you think I'm emphasizing? I'm just stating the facts. Our relationship is ordained by fate. Your blood flows in my veins. You created me, and then abandoned me. My way of repaying, or rather 'taking revenge,' is to possess you again and again, to unite our bodies and souls, returning us to our most primal nature. So why ignore its existence? Perhaps it's because of our relationship that I fell in love with you, and it's because of it that you love me. Don't you think our love is more complex, stronger, and more special than the love between any other man and woman in the world? What's wrong? Why are you trembling? Are you 'hungry'?"

Jiang Diaokai asked her wickedly, knowing full well why she was trembling. He picked up the milk from the table and held it to her lips: "Here, have some milk?"

Jiang Xinyue shook her head; she had no appetite for milk at all.

"Weren't you hungry?" Jiang Diao teased her deliberately. "Is it not this mouth that's hungry, but... that little mouth down there?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, "Come on, let me see if I guessed right?" He didn't look, but instead untied the belt of her nightgown, leaving her completely naked in front of him. He tilted the glass in his hand slightly, and milk slid down, flowing over her silky body.

The milk was still slightly warm, and as it slid over her hot body, it felt strangely comfortable, though she still let out a soft "ah" because of his wild actions. He admired the beautiful scene before him, the milky white fluid flowing over her delicate curves, sliding over her bright red, erect nipples, and into her dense, dark forest...

He lowered his head to kiss her chest, sucking the milk from her skin, his fingers tracing her body, spreading the delicate liquid to every corner of her skin. With the lubrication of the milk, his caresses became even gentler and more delicate, making her feel like she was lying in a warm spring. He took her nipple into his mouth and played with it, arousing her sensitive trembling.

"Open your legs." His lips, still carrying the scent of milk, kissed hers.

She thought she would keep her legs tightly closed, that she would resist his crude command, but her legs were no longer under her control; they opened for him. "Ah..."

He plunged deep inside her, filling her body, his arms supporting her on either side. He slowly withdrew, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Are you comfortable now? Do you know what I'm doing?" He slowly lowered himself, letting his penis enter inch by inch, allowing her to feel his presence more clearly.

He grasped her breast with one hand, kneading it, feeling the hard nipple slide in his palm. He didn't look away from her lust-blurred eyes, evilly telling her, "I'm fucking you now, and you probably feel it even more clearly than I do, right? Remember, it's Jiang Diao Kai fucking Jiang Xin Yue!"

Jiang Xin Yue's face flushed red. She knew it was taboo, but her body unconsciously succumbed. She was afraid to look into Jiang Diaokai's eyes again, so she turned her face away and closed her eyes, but her body felt even more clearly Jiang Diaokai's slow thrusts, teasing, and the wicked playing with his fingers.

Jiang Diaokai pinched her nipple, and she cried out in pain, "Ah... let go, it hurts..." She slapped his hand, and he finally loosened his grip. Their gazes were fixed on her chest, two snowy breasts, full and round, the nipples red and unusually swollen. She felt embarrassed even seeing her swollen nipples.

"Look at them, how did they get so swollen?" Jiang Diaokai sucked on her erect nipples under her gaze, and her body couldn't help but twitch slightly. She dared not look at the lewd scene in front of her anymore.

06-03

Chapter 082 Mother and Son Incest (h)

Jiang Diaokai pulled her legs up and thrust hard. Jiang Xinyue cried out softly and contracted tightly. Before she could adjust to him, Jiang Diaokai quickly pulled out and then thrust in hard again. "Ah...Ah Kai...Ah..." Jiang Xinyue groaned, calling out Jiang Diaokai's name.

Jiang Diaokai grabbed her calves, penetrating her more deeply. He watched her breasts sway with his movements, the white "streams" sliding into her thick, dark forest, down to her genitals, and then into her vagina. Her body was covered in milk stains, with drops sliding down the table and onto the floor, but no one cared about the mess.

For some reason, Jiang Diaokai had been unusually wild this morning, taking her several times, ejaculating inside her until she could no longer bear it, her semen flowing continuously from her vagina.

Jiang Diaokai went to school, but Jiang Xinyue didn't move. She remained naked on the dining table, her pajamas soaked with milk, her body marked with white stains. Her strength seemed to have been completely drained by Jiang Diaokai, leaving her like a soft puddle of water, unable to gather again. Her snow-white breasts, nipples still swollen and erect, legs spread wide, the scene between them utterly lewd—the small petals, ravaged and forced apart by the man, the tiny pink opening constantly swallowing and spitting out his white semen…

Jiang Xinyue lay there like this for a long time, until her body began to cool slowly. Then she started to feel uneasy, as if another pair of eyes were watching her. She turned her head slightly and saw Lin Nan standing at the dining table with a complicated expression. Her wanton and decadent appearance was completely seen by him.

Warm water washed over Jiang Xinyue's naked body, the same liquid running down her cheeks. She heard the sound of the door closing outside; Lin Nan was gone. He took with him her old belongings left at his house and a key to her room. From that moment on, this man truly left her life.

It was impossible not to feel lingering affection. He remembered the pain and worry in her eyes when he saw her, how he gently helped her put on her pajamas and carried her to the bathroom, how he quietly closed the bathroom door after preparing the hot water for her. Even after the breakup, he was still so good to her. He truly was a good man; she had let him down.

While organizing job applicants' materials at the Qingcheng Building, Xiao An couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when she flipped through one of the documents: "Sister Xinyue!" The neatly formatted application with the two-inch passport photo attached was none other than Jiang Xinyue.

When Xiao An handed the completed materials to Pei Sen, she deliberately placed Jiang Xinyue's resume on top. Seeing Pei Sen stand up to take the materials, she subtly gave herself a V-sign. She always remembered Jiang Xinyue's kindness to her; she could still do this small favor.

As Pei Sen walked towards Yi Qingcheng's office, he glanced at the documents in his hand, then stopped, picked up the first document, and his brows furrowed slightly when he saw the photo.

Those crescent-shaped eyes reappeared before him, their gentle features now tinged with a stubborn light. Her pale fingers gripped the closing car window tightly, seemingly oblivious to the impending danger.

That day, Yi Qingcheng's attitude was particularly strange. He clearly remembered the look in Yi's eyes when he looked at that girl. In all these years, he had never seen him look at a woman with that kind of expression. He had always thought that women were dispensable to Yi Qingcheng; he could have many women, but he would never fall in love. Even more inexplicable was that Yi Qingcheng had actually agreed to that woman's interview request—a first for him.

Yi Qingcheng had always been someone Pei Sen looked up to. He had analyzed Yi Qingcheng's success more than once, later concluding that it was because of his cold-bloodedness towards women. He couldn't remember how many different women had loved him to the point of obsession, yet he had sent them to hell with just a few words. It was because his heart was unattached that he could be so decisive and resolute at the opportune moment.

Although it was a different woman who came to interview him that time, Pei Sen knew Yi Qingcheng was furious, but he kept quiet, having honed his ability to conceal his emotions over the years. Afterwards, the woman disappeared without a trace. Pei Sen found it strange that Yi Qingcheng hadn't instructed him to investigate the woman's identity, and the matter was simply dropped. However, after some time, this woman reappeared in their lives. What would happen if Yi Qingcheng saw her information?

With Yi Qingcheng making no further moves, Pei Sen was no longer so sure about Yi's feelings for that woman, but when those crescent-shaped eyes came into his view again, he had a very bad feeling. Confirming his suspicions, he picked up Jiang Xinyue's file, ruthlessly shoved it into the nearby trash can, and then walked steadily into Yi Qingcheng's office. (

Chapter 83:

Yi Qingcheng was destined not to be there.) He reorganized the file and neatly placed it on his desk. He had already skimmed through the materials and found a few good candidates. He thought he wouldn't disappoint Yi Qingcheng this time.

"Mr. Yi, the applicants' information has been compiled and is on your desk. Take a look when you have time," Pei Sen reminded him as he followed Yi Qingcheng upstairs.

Yi Qingcheng hummed in response. The hallway was very quiet, except for the cleaning lady tidying up the trash. Hearing footsteps, she stood up and hurriedly bowed to Yi Qingcheng.

Yi Qingcheng's gaze, however, fell on her hand. He asked, "What's that?" Pei Sen was wondering why Yi Qingcheng suddenly had this much free time, but when his gaze swept over it, his expression changed.

The cleaning lady said慌张地, "It was taken out of here. I don't know what it is. I just thought the girl in the photo was quite pretty, and it's a bit of a waste to throw it in this messy trash..."

Yi Qingcheng had already taken the materials from the cleaning lady's hand and said kindly, "Please go about your business." After saying that, he walked towards his office. Pei Sen, feeling uneasy, followed him.

The woman in the photo smiled charmingly, her curved eyebrows and eyes resembling soft crescent moons, leaving a deep impression. Her name was clearly written in the name field: Jiang Xinyue, female, 28 years old… Yi Qingcheng flipped through Jiang Xinyue's resume, two short pages, and it took him a long time to read them. His expression remained unchanged, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Pei Sen stood to the side, not daring to say anything as Yi Qingcheng remained silent. Although he felt he had done nothing wrong, he was still a little uneasy.

After a long while, Yi Qingcheng finally put down the documents in his hand and said to him, “Call her and tell her to come to work.”

“President Yi,” Pei Sen exclaimed in surprise, “She’s already passed her birthday; her exact age is 29. Isn’t that a bit too old? Besides, she used to be a reporter; her background is a bit special.”

Yi Qingcheng smiled, glancing casually at Pei Sen: “Pei Sen, should I choose the assistant or will you?”

Pei Sen lowered his eyelids and said softly, “Yes,” before going to make the call.

Jiang Xinyue had been at home for a week, and the days were especially boring in the lead-up to her being hired. Ever since she went to Huayu to see Jiang Diaokai, their relationship had become semi-public in his circle of friends. Jiang Xinyue didn't want to have too much contact with Jiang Diaokai's friends because she always felt awkward, especially since Nangong Ji was also there. However, now that she was unemployed, she had no excuse to refuse Jiang Diaokai taking her out. He had already taken her to Huayu several times.

Jiang Xinyue disliked the atmosphere there, always feeling that it was filled with decadent music and tempting people to commit crimes. Jiang Diaokai no longer shied away from this in front of others, and the decadent atmosphere of Huayu easily made people lose their minds. In the private rooms of Huayu, Jiang Diaokai would always hug, embrace, and kiss her at inappropriate times. Once, he even dragged her, Nangong Ji, Bao Dalong, and Bao Xiaoyue to watch porn. Bao Xiaoyue didn't seem to care at all, and even talked to the boys about sexual organs and positions, topics that were difficult to talk about. Jiang Xinyue was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into a hole. As a result, she only watched half of the video that day before Jiang Diaokai carried her to the next private room.

They must know what he was doing with her in his arms, which made her feel ashamed. Moreover, she increasingly felt that Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao were looking at her strangely, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange about it. She was even more afraid to look Nangong Ji in the eye. Every time she accidentally bumped into him alone at an inappropriate time, she felt very awkward. Furthermore, Bao Xiaoyue was not as affectionate towards her as she used to be.

She hoped to start work as soon as possible so she would have an excuse to avoid meeting A-Kai's friends. However, after waiting for more than a week, she knew her chances of being hired were slim. It seemed she would have to find another job. With this realization, although she felt somewhat unwilling, she suddenly felt much lighter.

Chapter 84 Crescent Moon's Allure

Just when Jiang Xinyue thought she wouldn't be hired, she unexpectedly received a call from Pei Sen, informing her to start work the next day.

What Jiang Xinyue didn't expect was that her workplace wasn't the Qingcheng Building at all, but Yi Qingcheng's exclusive villa. And his villa wasn't called Yi Garden or Yi Residence, but Crescent Moon. The entire villa's exterior was exactly as its name suggested, shaped like a crescent moon, very unique and beautiful. Jiang Xinyue felt an indescribable feeling when she saw that blue crescent-shaped villa.

Pei Sen handed her over to Sister Bai and then turned and left. Sister Bai was in her fifties, simple and dignified. Jiang Xinyue should have called her "Auntie" because of her age, but she casually told her to call her Sister Bai from now on. Jiang Xinyue deduced that Sister Bai was probably an "elder" in the Yi family, and the title "Sister Bai" was likely a tradition.

Sister Bai led Jiang Xinyue on a walk around the Crescent Moon Bend, explaining her job duties as they went. Jiang Xinyue then realized that the so-called assistant was merely Yi Qingcheng's personal assistant, which disappointed her somewhat, as the nature of a personal assistant and a work assistant were vastly different. This meant that the task Jiang Chengjiao had given her would be even more difficult to complete.

If it weren't for the special nature of the task, the job sounded quite good: high salary, easy work, nine-to-five, weekends off. She only needed to take care of Yi Qingcheng's daily life, not including his meals, which would be handled by Sister Bai and a dedicated staff member. Moreover, Yi Qingcheng was very busy and didn't come home every day. Sister Bai said that if Yi Qingcheng hadn't returned by 6 PM, she could leave work. If Yi Qingcheng was home, he required her to work overtime, and the overtime pay would be calculated separately.

Finally, Sister Bai led Jiang Xinyue to Yi Qingcheng's room and told her that this would be her main workplace from now on. Sister Bai gave her a few more instructions to familiarize herself with the environment before leaving.

Yi Qingcheng's room was very large and uniquely designed. One entire wall in the living room and bedroom was a huge crystal fish tank, where colorful tropical fish frolicked. The spiral-shaped seashells embedded in the wall were actually exquisite feeders, filled with fish food. Standing in front of the entire crystal wall, Jiang Xinyue felt as if she were in the Dragon King's crystal palace, and couldn't help but marvel at such a unique design.

Entering Yi Qingcheng's bedroom, Jiang Xinyue's eyes widened. One entire wall was designed as a display cabinet, and countless recesses of various shapes were filled with crescent-shaped collectibles. There were crescent-shaped crystal clocks, crescent-shaped antique scimitars, crescent-shaped bronze vessels, and various crescent-shaped decorations. Each item was enough to amaze Jiang Xinyue.

Looking at the dazzling array of "treasures" all sharing the same characteristic, Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but feel puzzled. How could it be such a coincidence? His villa was called Crescent Moon, and Yi Qingcheng was clearly a fervent collector of crescent-shaped objects. Why was he so fond of the "moon"? And her name just happened to be Jiang Xinyue. Was this the reason she was "chosen," or was it merely a coincidence?

Jiang Xinyue had thought that getting closer to Yi Qingcheng's living quarters would help her understand him, but she found the opposite to be true. Yi Qingcheng only became more mysterious to her.

There was a "forbidden zone" in Yi Qingcheng's room—his study. Sister Bai had told her that the only place she couldn't go in Crescent Moon was Yi Qingcheng's study; it was his private territory, and she could only enter with his permission.

Jiang Xinyue's heart skipped a beat. She figured that since it was a "forbidden area," it must contain a "secret." She immediately thought of her "mission," realizing this personal "assistant" position was somewhat valuable, and this "forbidden area" would inevitably become her breakthrough point for future "work."

She had initially thought she would soon catch a glimpse of Yi Qingcheng's true face, but unexpectedly, for three days straight, Yi Qingcheng didn't even show his face. Her role as personal assistant seemed more like idleness, spending her days aimlessly wandering around the vast Crescent Moon Bay. At first, Jiang Xinyue harbored a faint expectation, but after three days, that small expectation vanished.

The fourth day was the same—nothing to do. Fortunately, besides the "forbidden area," Crescent Moon Bay also had a large study, a place she could freely enter and exit. Reading was the only way Jiang Xinyue could think of to kill time. After her routine cleaning of Yi Qingcheng's room, she retreated into the study.

Jiang Xinyue was surprised by the vast collection of books Yi Qingcheng possessed, encompassing ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign works. She unexpectedly discovered a copy of Ji Xianlin's "Notes from the Cowshed," finding it surprising that Yi Qingcheng would read such books. Coincidentally, she had recently developed a strong interest in Ji Xianlin's essays, so

she took it down and began reading, leaning against the bookshelf. She became so engrossed in her reading that she didn't notice anyone entering, nor did she realize the person scrutinizing her.

She wore a simple white dress, her hair loosely braided and cascading down her chest, her smooth neck bowed, her profile serene and serene, like a crescent moon against a pale blue sky, devoid of any of the arrogance or swagger of a modern woman.

After standing there for some time, he coughed softly. Startled, she looked up abruptly, her eyes fixed on his face, her watery pupils filled with confusion, as if she hadn't yet emerged from her book.

Jiang Xinyue almost forgot where she was. All she could recall was a phrase Yu Wei had once said: "A devilish face, a devilish figure." She couldn't remember who Yu Wei had described, and at the time she thought it was an exaggeration. But now, the man before her perfectly embodied those eight words.

"Sir…who are you looking for?" she blurted out, her voice tinged with confusion. She hadn't expected such a man to "bump" into her study, much less that this man was Yi Qingcheng. She knew Yi Qingcheng should be young, but certainly not this young. He possessed a captivating voice and outstanding talent, and heaven couldn't possibly have bestowed upon him such striking good looks as well—otherwise, what would be the justice?

"I'm looking for Yi Qingcheng." His voice was deep and resonant, possessing an indescribable charm. His eyes seemed to hold a subtle, almost imperceptible, smile. The

quiet, demure little rabbit, with her red lips and white teeth, widened her eyes in surprise. She recognized his voice, yet that voice was saying she was looking for Yi Qingcheng. Could it be…?

“Could you be Mr. Yi’s younger brother?” she asked uncertainly.

A smile finally appeared on his lips as he walked towards her. “You must be Miss Jiang? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” With that, he reached out and took her hand.

Chapter 085 First Encounter

From his smile, she had already guessed that he was Yi Qingcheng, but she didn’t expect him to take the initiative to shake her hand. When his warm, dry palm landed on hers, holding her hand with only a slight force, she didn’t know why, but she felt her heart skip a beat. The book in her left hand seemed to respond to her heartbeat, falling to the ground with a “thud.”

“I’m sorry…” she looked at him awkwardly, slightly bowing as she tried to pick up the book, but he took it first.

“I just happened to be reading this book.” he said, opening the book to reveal a small bookmark inside. Her heart skipped a beat again, feeling it was quite a coincidence. She wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to begin, because she wasn’t sure of his identity until he confirmed it.

“Little Yi is back?” Just then, Sister Bai walked into the study.

Jiang Xinyue was completely taken aback by Bai Jie's address. The way he called her "Xiao Yi" had sent shivers down her spine; it didn't seem quite right for the man before her. However, it only solidified her belief that he was indeed Yi Qingcheng.

"Bai Jie," Yi Qingcheng replied, as expected. The otherwise ordinary address somehow sounded pleasant under his voice.

Bai Jie's second sentence was an introduction to each other. Throughout, Yi Qingcheng wore a faint smile. Jiang Xinyue's face flushed. She remembered her earlier conversation with him. She must have been reading too much to ask such a question, and he had misled her by saying he wanted to see Yi Qingcheng himself…

"Miss Jiang, I apologize for my abruptness earlier." As if sensing her thoughts, Yi Qingcheng's first words after Sister Bai's introduction were an informal apology to Jiang Xinyue.

Jiang Xinyue was taken aback, a sense of utter shock washing over her. This man was truly amazing, almost like he could read minds.

"It's alright." After a moment of stunned silence, she quickly waved her hand, her smile quite ingratiating.

"It's alright then." His gaze swept over her, casually, yet impossible to ignore.

No woman could resist such a gaze, especially for 30 seconds; any woman would likely react. She panicked slightly, her mind racing with chaotic thoughts: was her face unwashed, her hair untidy, or…? His eyes held a complex mix of emotions, yet also seemed empty. For a moment, she even suspected he had already discovered her identity.

“Miss Jiang looks familiar.” He finally spoke, using a pickup line that men had used to death when picking up girls, but Jiang Xinyue didn’t find it funny at all.

He must have seen her before, but had he forgotten the details? Or was he deliberately testing her? No matter what she answered, it wouldn’t do her any good. However, she thought that given his status, he probably genuinely had forgotten their meeting. Of course,

she wouldn’t be foolish enough to hide her identity, so she told the truth: “I think Mr. Yi should have seen me before. I used to be a reporter for the city newspaper and interviewed you. You were in the car at the time, so I didn’t see what Mr. Yi looked like.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow slightly with interest. “But I don’t remember being interviewed by Miss Jiang.”

Jiang Xinyue was about to explain when Sister Bai came in and called Yi Qingcheng to dinner, saying to her, “Why don’t you come along? It’ll be a good opportunity for you to get to know Xiao Yi.”

Faced with Sister Bai’s “invitation,” Jiang Xinyue was a little flattered. How could a lowly employee of Qingcheng be allowed to dine at the same table as the boss? This was completely impolite, especially since Sister Bai had suggested she get to know Yi Qingcheng better. It was even more baffling. As a mere assistant, was it really necessary to have dinner with the boss to build a relationship?

Perhaps Sister Bai was just being polite, that was the only interpretation she could think of. So she politely declined, "I don't want to, I have some things to take care of at home, so..."

She had to leave now because she saw the hands of her watch were already pointing to 6:30, past closing time.

"I think I told you sometimes you have to work overtime, how come you don't even have time to have dinner with Xiao Yi?" Sister Bai's words surprised Jiang Xinyue even more. When she applied for the job, she hadn't heard that an assistant had an obligation to have dinner with the boss. Besides, did it really matter whether she accompanied him or not?

Just as she was awkwardly unsure how to respond, Yi Qingcheng came to her rescue: "Would it be alright if Sister Bai had dinner with me today?" He smiled at Sister Bai, and Jiang Xinyue saw her usually serious expression soften instantly, showing that she was quite pleased with his words. Yi Qingcheng glanced at his watch before looking at her: "Miss Jiang, you can go home now."

As she walked out from the crescent-shaped archway, she felt a little excited, though she didn't know why. She kept replaying his teasing of her during their first meeting and how he had helped her out of an awkward situation. She had imagined him countless times in her mind, but when she actually saw Yi Qingcheng, she realized how ridiculous her fabricated image of him was!

He was indescribable. If she had to describe her first impression of him, she could only say two words: mysterious.

"Mmm... um..."

When his head lowered, she couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss him passionately. The taste of kissing had never been so wonderful. She willingly and completely surrendered herself to it, letting every cell in her body feel his softness.

But then she became confused. She couldn't name the man who had captivated her so uncontrollably, she didn't even know who he was—it was ridiculous.

Yet she couldn't bear not kissing him, even though she couldn't see his face, she kept kissing him until she was almost suffocating…

She finally opened her eyes, almost gasping for breath. In the dim light of the night, the man before her was clearly Yi Qingcheng! She strained to see his outline, her breath coming in short gasps, the image before her eyes overlapping with the image in her dream.

But slowly, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see his eyes, nose, and lips clearly—it was Jiang Diaokai. She tried to recall if the man in her dream was Yi Qingcheng, but she couldn't remember.

Jiang Diaokai was sleeping opposite her, one arm around her neck, the other on her breast, his erect penis faintly touching her skin. Jiang Diaokai's desires were intense, perhaps like all teenagers and young men in their twenties. A single word, a gesture, even a glance from her could trigger a reaction in him; sometimes, his erection wouldn't subside all night.

She dared not move, afraid of waking him. His face, his hand on her breast, softened her heart. At that moment, he seemed like a child, yet the barely concealed hardness reminded her that he was still a man!

Chapter 086 Violation

For some reason, every time Jiang Xinyue went to work at "Half Moon Bend," she carried a faint expectation. She wanted to see Yi Qingcheng again, explaining this expectation as a way to complete her mission as soon as possible.

However, for several days in a row, Yi Qingcheng didn't appear, which conveniently allowed Jiang Xinyue to leave and arrive at work on time. Therefore, Jiang Diaokai remained noncommittal about her new job.

It was another leisurely day. She left work promptly at six o'clock, carefully closing all the doors. Sitting in the car on the way back, when she saw the fish-shaped kites floating in the sky outside the window, she suddenly remembered: she had forgotten to feed the fish!

Sister Bai had specifically instructed her that the fish needed to be fed every three days. Those tropical fish were a beautiful and adorable feature of Yi Qingcheng's room. Although feeding them a day later wouldn't be a problem, Jiang Xinyue, always conscientious about her work, decided to go back.

The taxi started pouring rain halfway through the journey. Jiang Xinyue could have changed her mind and gone home immediately, but she didn't. Opening the taxi door, looking at the torrential rain outside, she hesitated slightly before rushing into the rain. As she ran, her hand instinctively shielded her head, but it was no use; she was immediately soaked.

The car headlights pierced the rain, and Yi Qingcheng saw through the window a small figure rushing through the gate and running towards the exit.

Just as she reached the exit, an umbrella sheltered her, instantly stopping the rain hitting her skin. She turned around in surprise and saw Yi Qingcheng, dressed in black and holding a black umbrella, standing behind her.

The sky was overcast, and the rain poured down outside. Their eyes met.

She was soaked to the bone, her white dress clinging to her body, a few strands of wet hair clinging to her damp face, which made her complexion appear exceptionally fair and radiant. Her dark eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him. Water streamed down her body and hair, even her eyelashes were wet with dew. She shivered slightly because of her thin clothing.

"Mr. Yi..." she said softly, as if she couldn't believe she was seeing him.

"You should be off work by now, why are you back?" Yi Qingcheng asked.

"Oh... I forgot to feed the fish," she said apologetically.

"You came back to feed the fish?" Something seemed to change in his eyes. Seeing her teeth chattering, he pulled her under the covers.

"Yes, Sister Bai said to feed them every three days, but I forgot when I left. Because of my negligence, they've gone hungry," Jiang Xinyue said, hurrying towards his room.

He fetched a dry towel and returned to the living room, where he saw her carefully feeding the fish, seemingly unaware that she was still soaking wet. A small puddle of water had accumulated on the floor where she was standing, and water was still dripping from her. Only

after feeding the fish did she notice the ground beneath her feet.

"Oh dear, I've made the floor dirty again..." she said, sounding quite annoyed.

"It's alright, wipe your face first." He pointed to his face and handed her a towel.

She thanked him and took it to wipe herself, only realizing her disheveled state when she wiped her arms. Her white dress had become transparent after getting wet, even revealing the color of her underwear. She let out an embarrassed "Ah!" and covered her chest with the towel, a gesture that seemed to only make her look more suspicious.

Yi Qingcheng couldn't help but smile, but he didn't show it on his face.

"If you don't mind, go to my bathroom and take a shower. I'll have Sister Bai dry your wet clothes," he said sincerely.

Jiang Xinyue was caught in a dilemma and could only nod.

After showering, she walked lightly out of the bathroom. The study door, which had always been closed, was open, and standing in the doorway, she could see Yi Qingcheng sitting at his desk working.

Seemingly sensing something, he looked up and saw her standing somewhat awkwardly in the doorway, wearing his shirt, trousers, and slippers. The shirt, needless to say, looked like pajamas; the trousers were rolled up halfway up; and the slippers looked like two large webbed feet. He really didn't know how she had gotten here. The clothes made her look as delicate as a little person from Lilliput.

Yi Qingcheng wanted to laugh, but he tried his best to suppress it. She must have noticed, though, looking down at herself, and when she looked up, a faint blush had risen to her cheeks.

"I...do I look rather ridiculous?" She looked down at her outfit again, and when she looked up, Yi Qingcheng was already standing there. She opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes glistening with tears, perhaps from the rain.

He didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on her. She was clearly flustered under his gaze.

"I...I'll go check if the clothes are dry." Just as she was about to turn away, her left shoulder slumped, and his hand gently pressed down on hers.

"You look beautiful..."

"Huh?" She didn't hear what he said.

"Not ridiculous at all, but very beautiful," he said softly.

She was startled and looked up at him. His voice was truly beautiful, especially when he praised someone. No man had ever complimented her so directly before, especially not a man like him. She felt a surge of emotion, a warmth welling up inside her.

He gently pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her lips. His lips were exceptionally soft, warm, and tender. Jiang Xinyue's lips trembled slightly. For a moment, she was bewitched. The kiss was as sweet as a dream, and she was almost drowning in the softness of his lips and their irresistible sucking.

But when his hand unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and a cool breeze seeped in from the collar, she snapped back to reality and pushed him away abruptly.

Her emotions were too complicated. Without even looking at him, she ran towards the door. He grabbed her shoulder and asked, "Why are you running? Weren't you just tempting me?"

"I wasn't, let me go..." He turned her around, and she saw his eyes, as dark as the night.

"Why refuse? Aren't you the assistant they hired for me?"

Chapter 87: A Battle of Wits

Jiang Xinyue was shocked. In her mind, assistant was a very innocent job title. How could Yi Qingcheng's understanding be different from hers?

"I didn't know an assistant had this obligation..." She murmured, looking at him, feeling a little hurt. When he kissed her, she had a strange feeling, and now he was asking her such a question. Did these rich people think assistants were equivalent to prostitutes?

"Didn't know?" He looked at her with amusement. "Never knew." She shook her head, her tone already showing some determination. Yi Qingcheng's eyes showed a hint of judgment, then he released her and called out to Sister Bai.

Before his voice had even faded, Sister Bai had already opened the door and walked in, as if she had been waiting outside all along. Without waiting for Yi Qingcheng's instructions, she gestured for Jiang Xinyue to follow her out.

Jiang Xinyue followed Sister Bai into another room. Sister Bai closed the door sternly and said to her, "I heard your conversation with Xiao Yi. You know Xiao Yi's identity, and you've seen him. To put it bluntly, countless girls would cry and beg to be Xiao Yi's assistant, yet he chose you. Besides, I told you when you came that you could leave at six o'clock if Mr. Yi wasn't back. If he came back and asked you to work overtime, the overtime pay would be extra..."

Sister Bai's attitude was condescending. In her view, Jiang Xinyue should be extremely grateful to be chosen by Yi Qingcheng, so how could she be so ungrateful as to say no? But Jiang Xinyue had her pride.

“Sister Bai, I really didn’t know you meant ‘overtime’ to mean… to sleep with someone. I thought a personal assistant was someone who took care of the boss’s daily life. No matter how much the overtime pay was, even if it was an exorbitant amount, I wouldn’t do overtime like this.”

Sister Bai was about to say something when a voice came from the doorway: “How could President Yi only hire a personal assistant? We hire a personal assistant. Miss Jiang should know what ‘personal’ means, right?” Fei Sen walked in and said coldly, “If we hadn’t just fired the previous assistant, there wouldn’t be this vacancy.”

His attitude was exactly the same as Sister Bai’s. Jiang Xinyue was exasperated: "I thought it was a work assistant, but when I arrived I found out it's a personal assistant. I've never even heard of a personal assistant before."

"Oh?" Pei Sen said sarcastically, "Does Miss Jiang know how many beauties are scrambling to get this position? Because they all understand what this position represents. Once selected, you can have whatever you want. I'm afraid only Miss Jiang doesn't know that, right? Is Miss Jiang so unaware of the rules of the industry? Which general manager doesn't have a few personal assistants to handle unforeseen needs? This is much cleaner than being a prostitute. Besides, President Yi is a diamond bachelor. If you do well, you might be able to rise to the top..."

"Since there's such a good opportunity, let's give it to someone who wants it." Jiang Xinyue interrupted him before he could finish. Pei Sen was stunned for a moment: "Miss Jiang, do you mean you don't want to do it?" Jiang Xinyue glanced at him: "That's exactly what I mean." She got up to leave.

"Stop!" Pei Sen called after her. "Don't forget what's written in the contract. If either party breaches the contract, they must pay the other party a penalty equivalent to ten times their monthly salary."

Her monthly salary was ten thousand, so that would be one hundred thousand, equivalent to two years' salary before. The terms of the contract were definitely unfavorable to her, but she couldn't care less. She just felt they were going too far.

"Your contract doesn't say it's about selling yourself. You're being too cunning." With that, she rushed out of the room. Heavy footsteps followed her, and Pei Sen's voice chased after her, "Breaching the contract isn't that simple. If you walk out now, you can expect a summons from the court."

Jiang Xinyue quickened her pace, wanting to escape, but she bumped into someone. He steadied her, and she looked up to meet Yi Qingcheng's eyes. He seemed to have just showered and changed into his pajamas; her nostrils were filled with the fresh scent of shampoo. She shook him off and ran towards the stairs opposite.

Yi Qingcheng's voice came from behind, unhurried and emotionless: "Don't chase her, let her go."

The footsteps faded into the distance before Yi Qingcheng said to Pei Sen, "It's pouring rain outside, you can't get a taxi. Send someone to take her home."

Pei Sen couldn't figure out Yi Qingcheng's meaning—whether to keep her or let her go—but he didn't want to rack his brains for the moment, so he agreed and went down to find someone.

Jiang Xinyue lay pale on the bed, an IV drip in her wrist. Her phone rang; it was the single-line phone Jiang Cheng had given her. She picked it up with her other hand and weakly answered,

"Hello?" "What's wrong? Are you sick?" Jiang Cheng's cheerful voice came through. "Yeah, a bit of a cold," Jiang Xinyue coughed a few times. "Is anyone home? Have you taken any medicine?" Jiang Cheng asked. "Yes, I'm fine, Captain Jiang." "How's the new job? Are you settling in?"

“Captain Jiang…” Jiang Xinyue hesitated, “I might have to disappoint you. This job isn’t really suitable for me. I’m not going on Monday.” “What’s wrong? Is something the matter?” Jiang Cheng knew Jiang Xinyue wasn’t one to give up easily. “Nothing, it’s just not suitable.” Jiang Cheng asked several times, but Jiang Xinyue remained tight-lipped.

Jiang Cheng could only say, “If you really don’t want to go, then forget it.” Although he said this, Jiang Cheng was just trying to appease her; he still planned to try to persuade her further. Just as they were getting started, the door opened. Jiang Xinyue thought it was Jiang Diao opening it, but when she looked up, she saw Nangong Ji carrying a flower basket.

She quickly hung up the phone. Nangong Ji put down the flower basket and said with a smile, “Why didn’t you rest more when you were sick? Why did you call?” Jiang Xinyue hummed in response, her face a little unnatural: “It was my mother’s call. Why did you come?” “I heard you were sick, and I was worried, so I came to check on you.” Nangong Ji sat down naturally by her bedside and examined the names of the medications.

Jiang Xinyue felt nervous and uneasy the moment she saw him. Nangong Ji acted as if nothing was wrong in front of others, but his words made her feel extremely awkward.

Just then, a loud "thud" came from the kitchen, as if something had fallen heavily to the floor. Jiang Xinyue's heart pounded. Nangong Ji stood up and asked, "Is Kai in the kitchen?" Jiang Xinyue nodded, "He said he was going to make me some breakfast." Nangong Ji left without a word.

After a while, two boys entered the room one after the other. Nangong Ji carried a tray with porridge and fried eggs, while Jiang Diaokai followed behind, empty-handed. "What happened? What happened just now?" Jiang Xinyue asked A-Kai. Jiang Diaokai shrugged: "Nothing much."

Nangong Ji suppressed a laugh: "And you said, the first time I saw someone fry an egg, the pan was hot, and they just cracked the egg directly into it. When I went in, the pan and the egg..."

"Hey, keep it up." Jiang Diaokai nudged Nangong Ji with his elbow, but Nangong Ji didn't appreciate it and continued to expose his past. The two boys playfully punched each other. Jiang Xinyue chuckled; she had expected this. The porridge and fried eggs must have been Nangong Ji's doing.

After the IV drip finished, Jiang Diaokai fed her. Jiang Xinyue wanted to do it herself, but Jiang Diaokai said sternly, "Be good," as if he were much older than Jiang Xinyue.

But Jiang Xinyue choked on the first spoonful; Jiang Diaokai had never served anyone before. "Let me do it," Nangong Ji pushed Jiang Diaokai aside.

At first, Jiang Diaokai was fine, but as he watched Nangong Ji spoon-feed Jiang Xinyue, his face fell. He said, "What an idiot! Every time you go out, I have to bring an umbrella. It's raining so hard, and you're soaked to the bone..."

Jiang Xinyue felt embarrassed in front of Nangong Ji and said she didn't want to eat anymore, asking A

-Kai to wash his face, which was covered in grease. Jiang Diaokai snorted, "You don't want to see me while you eat, huh? I'll leave right away." He turned around, and Jiang Xinyue noticed his hand, which had been behind his back. She asked, "What happened to your hand?" "Nothing," Jiang Diaokai said lazily.

"It's burned, isn't it? Come here, let me see." Jiang Xinyue felt sorry for him. Jiang Diaokai held out his hand; a large blister had formed on his index finger. Jiang Xinyue applied burn ointment, and Jiang Diaokai pretended to tell her to be gentle.

The porridge and egg remained untouched. Nangong Ji watched the two of them, feeling excluded again.

Chapter 88 The Scandalous Photos

Jiang Xinyue was still on tenterhooks, thinking that something might happen from Qingcheng in the next two or three days, or that she might actually receive a court summons. But several days passed without any sign of it. Later, she thought, why would such a large group as Qingcheng really take a small assistant like her seriously? It was just a bluff, and besides, weren't there plenty of women who would follow suit?

Once she calmed down, guilt followed. She felt she couldn't explain it to Jiang Cheng. She had vowed to complete the task he assigned her, and her sense of justice compelled her to do so. She hadn't expected to back down after only a week. Whatever the reason, it was a bit unreasonable.

Having worked as a reporter for many years, Jiang Xinyue had developed the habit of browsing the news online in her spare time. Yesterday, the internet was calm, but as soon as she went online this morning, breaking news popped up with a large, red headline: "Ms. Zhong, a female celebrity, is embroiled in a sex scandal!"

Jiang Xinyue immediately had a bad feeling. Clicking the link, her heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, the actress surnamed Zhong was Zhong Yutong, who had recently become a sensation with her time-travel drama. Jiang Xinyue checked the Baidu search results; indeed, terms like "sex scandal" and "Zhong Yutong" were already flooded with searches. She typed "sex scandal," and countless websites posted explicit photos of the actress surnamed Zhong. These photos were all nude pictures of Zhong Yutong in various poses and styles, and there were even several sex tapes.

The video footage was very clear, and the woman in the videos was indeed Zhong Yutong. Unlike the innocent image she portrayed in television dramas, Zhong Yutong in the video was completely naked, alluring and seductive. The male protagonist didn't even show his upper body; only a large penis was filmed, thrusting wildly into her small vagina. Zhong Yutong's face was that of a wanton woman immersed in lust, and every now and then, her luscious red lips would emit seductive moans.

Jiang Xinyue's heart sank deeper and deeper. She realized that Zhong Yutong had been framed, and the person who framed her was truly ruthless. She knew the importance of striking at the heart of the matter. Zhong Yutong had just become famous, her career was at its peak, but now, with the release of these explicit photos, her career was completely ruined.

"Her tits are really perky, I want to fuck her too." "That slut Zhong has so much pubic hair." "Her moaning is so slutty." "I used to like her, I was fooled by her innocent appearance, I didn't expect

her to be such a slut." The obscene comments online were almost suffocating. Entertainment news had reported that after Zhong Yutong became famous, many well-known directors on the big screen extended olive branches to her, and Zhong Yutong was eager to try her hand at the big screen. However, after the sex scandal, these big directors replaced her one after another. Even a famous New Year's film that used Zhong Yutong's screen debut as a promotional gimmick and had Zhong Yutong as one of the leading actresses announced that it would delete all of Zhong Yutong's scenes. Even Guo Weimin, the big director who made Zhong Yutong famous and was busy preparing the time-travel movie version, also wanted to replace Zhong Yutong.

Jiang Xinyue thought that if she were the female lead in the sex scandal, she would definitely collapse. How could the usually fragile Zhong Yutong withstand such a blow?

A large group of reporters surrounded the apartment Zhong Yutong rented, setting up their cameras and lenses, aiming at the tightly closed window, hoping to capture something. Zhong Yutong's assistant opened the door for Jiang Xinyue, but it took Jiang Xinyue a long time to knock on Zhong Yutong's bedroom door. Zhong Yutong looked haggard and broke down in tears, clinging to Jiang Xinyue, saying she didn't want to see anyone and didn't want to live anymore. Jiang Xinyue kept comforting her, but she kept crying. Finally, she gave her some sleeping pills, and Zhong Yutong fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Xinyue chatted with the assistant for a while, trying to learn some information about Zhong Yutong, but the assistant knew nothing; she rarely interfered in Zhong Yutong's private life. The young assistant was only indignant on Zhong Yutong's behalf, saying it must have been the man in the video who did it, otherwise why didn't the man show his face? It must be a conspiracy. She even turned on the computer for Jiang Xinyue to see.

Jiang Xinyue only then realized that the man in the video who had only shown his nipples had quickly become an internet sensation, nicknamed "Big Dick Bro" online. There were also sayings like "Marry a Big Dick Bro" and "Only marrying a Big Dick Bro brings sexual happiness." Jiang Xinyue found it amusing, but what brought her some comfort was that there were several interviews with Zheng Yihang online. She knew that Zheng Yihang and Zhong Yutong had never gotten along, but outwardly they were a public couple. Zhong Yutong's "betrayal" shattered everyone's dreams, making Zheng Yihang the focus of attention, and public opinion leaned towards him. Zheng Yihang could have used this opportunity to say something sarcastic, but he didn't. In all his interviews, whenever Zhong Yutong was mentioned, he would evade the issue, but his words gave the impression that he sympathized with her. This made Jiang Xinyue both relieved and surprised. In this matter, Zheng Yihang's inherently kind nature was fully revealed.

Jiang Xinyue gave her assistant a few instructions and then left. She went to the film set to find Guo Weimin and persuade him not to replace Zhong Yutong. If he didn't help Zhong Yutong under these circumstances, Zhong Yutong would give up entirely.

Director Guo, of course, wouldn't agree. He said to Jiang Xinyue, "I have to give you face, but you know Zhong Yutong's reputation is ruined now. If I let her be the lead actress, will anyone watch my movie? I can't ruin my own film by doing you a favor."

Jiang Xinyue said, "Didn't Zhong Yutong go from being nobody to a star under Director Guo's guidance? Director Guo has helped her to the end; you can't abandon her."

Director Guo shrugged, "I approached her before because a big shot was promoting her."

Jiang Xinyue's mind raced, and she quickly asked, "Who is that big shot?"

She wondered if the current photo scandal was related to that "big shot." And what was Zhong Yutong's relationship with this "big shot"? Her mind was a complete mess, and she couldn't figure out many questions. But Director Guo stopped halfway through his sentence and refused to let Zhong Yutong continue filming.

Jiang Xinyue felt a little frustrated; it seemed she couldn't help Zhong Yutong much.

At this moment, someone interjected, "Director Guo, I hope Zhong Yutong will still play the female lead in the scenes with him. We worked together very well in the TV series of the same name, and the audience appreciated it. If we suddenly change the actress, everyone might feel uncomfortable. If the director insists on changing her, then change me too. Perhaps that way it won't feel so awkward and can even be a bit fresh."

Jiang Xinyue looked at him gratefully. Zheng Yihang's face didn't show any particular expression. They had become much more distant lately; they hadn't been in contact since he was released from the detention center.

Jiang Xinyue was relying entirely on her own influence, while Zheng Yihang was using his status to pressure Director Guo. Guo Weimin pointed his finger and said, "Well, you've gotten too big for your britches." However, Guo Weimin knew Zheng Yihang's importance; his film was counting on Zheng Yihang to make money at the box office, so he had to give Zheng Yihang face whether he wanted to or not. In the end, Director Guo had no choice but to give in.

Chapter 89 Bring Her Back

"Thank you." Jiang Xinyue and Zheng Yihang walked to a quieter spot, one after the other, without speaking. Jiang Xinyue stood on the rooftop, the wind gently ruffling her hair. She turned to look at Zheng Yihang.

Zheng Yihang looked serious, leaning on the railing, gazing at the distant scenery. Hearing Jiang Xinyue's words, he smiled slightly: "What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for speaking up for Yutong," Jiang Xinyue said sincerely, letting out a soft sigh and turning to look into the distance.

Zheng Yihang looked away, watching her light hair flutter in the wind, momentarily lost in thought. He smiled briefly again: "No need to thank me. I'm not helping her, I'm helping myself. She and I are a publicly acknowledged 'couple.' If the movie version changes the female lead, it won't benefit me much."

"Anyway, thank you," Jiang Xinyue said earnestly, looking at Zheng Yihang. Zheng Yihang didn't respond to her gaze. At this moment, Jiang Xinyue truly felt that he had changed. The cheerful and talkative boy from before was gone; the current Zheng Yihang was polite yet distant.

"This blow has been huge. If no one helps her, she might do something drastic, even harm herself. You two will be filming together in the future, so could I ask you to take care of her?" Jiang Xinyue continued.

"Since you've entered the entertainment industry, you should be mentally prepared. Too fragile a person can't survive in this circle. Fortunately, this circle doesn't lack news; even the most explosive news will be quickly forgotten," Zheng Yihang said calmly without directly answering.

Jiang Xinyue nodded, and the two fell silent again.

"I need to go see Yutong, so I'll leave now." Jiang Xinyue wanted to ask him how he was doing, whether his drug addiction had relapsed… but facing Zheng Yihang like this, she couldn't bring herself to ask. In the somewhat oppressive atmosphere between them, she chose to escape.

"Okay, I have to film, so I won't see you off," Zheng Yihang said, his tone distant.

Jiang Xinyue waved to him and left the rooftop. Zheng Yihang's gaze only began to linger after she turned away, greedily watching her retreating figure. But it was too brief; her figure quickly disappeared from his sight.

"The matter is settled." Pei Sen walked into the office and handed a newspaper to Yi Qingcheng. Yi Qingcheng nodded, seemingly uninterested in what Pei Sen was saying. He glanced at Pei Sen and asked, "What's that in your hand?"

Pei Sen replied with an "Oh," "Jiang Xinyue's investigation data. It's probably useless now, so I'm preparing to dispose of it." Yi Qingcheng hadn't mentioned Jiang Xinyue for the past two days, and Pei Sen felt that he had given up, but he wasn't quite sure, so he probed.

"Let me take a look," Yi Qingcheng said.

Pei Sen sighed inwardly. It seemed that Jiang Xinyue really did have some influence. He had no choice but to hand over the documents.

Yi Qingcheng flipped through the pages one by one.

"What was her reason for resigning?" After a while, he asked Pei Sen.

"She had a falling out with her superiors. The editor-in-chief of the city newspaper is named Lin Nan. Several people have confirmed that Jiang Xinyue had a big argument with Lin Nan before resigning, which was the direct cause of her resignation. Jiang Xinyue was very upright when she was a reporter, so her views often clashed with the interests of the newspaper. And Lin Nan was her boyfriend of many years."

"Oh?" Yi Qingcheng looked up from the documents and pondered for a few seconds. "I've met this person a few times. So she likes this type of guy..."

Pei Sen looked at the ceiling. He was actually concerned about the type of man that woman liked. It seemed that Yi Qingcheng had only ignored Jiang Xinyue these past few days because he wanted to put her aside.

"Does she know Jiang Cheng?" Yi Qingcheng read quickly, and his tone became a little more cautious when he asked the question again.

“They’re not just acquaintances, they’re very close, and in constant contact,” Pei Sen said pointedly. “I think even if she seems trustworthy, this one thing alone is enough to condemn her. Our company absolutely cannot employ someone like that, especially since she’s close to President Yi.”

Yi Qingcheng smiled: “You’re being overly cautious. Journalists naturally have wide networks; it’s not surprising to know a few informants.”

Pei Sen rolled his eyes inwardly, recalling how the company had never hired anyone with even the slightest flaw, especially for assistant and secretary positions, where the requirements were extremely strict. Did someone as cautious as President Yi have double standards?

“President Yi, don’t forget that even if she’s innocent, her strengths might not be strengths in our company. I heard this woman loves to meddle…”

“What’s there to be afraid of? What business would we have her meddling in?” Yi Qingcheng asked deftly.

“No, not at all,” Pei Sen replied. “

That’s it. Find a way to bring her back to me in the next couple of days.” Yi Qingcheng finally spoke.

“Alright,” Pei Sen nodded helplessly.

"I didn't expect this woman to be so sexy." Jiang Diaokai put his arm around Jiang Xinyue as they watched the leaked photos online, commenting as they watched.

"Don't say that..." Jiang Xinyue felt a little awkward. Akai's opinion was the same as most men's. She didn't want to watch, but Akai insisted.

"I know she's your friend. I've heard you mention her name before, but I didn't know what she looked like. Today, Gao Zhao and the others were watching the video and saying that the woman in the video looks a bit like you. I looked and it's true, but she's much sexier than you."

"You—" Jiang Xinyue didn't like what she heard.

But then she heard Zhong Yutong's seductive moans, as if she was deliberately responding to Jiang Diaokai's words.

"Don't think that 'sexy' is a derogatory term. In a man's dictionary, it can be a compliment. I even hope you're a little sexier in front of me." Jiang Diaokai looked at her and said.

Jiang Xinyue's face flushed, and she quickly changed the subject: "No one has ever said that we look alike." It was quite a novelty for her to hear him say that they looked alike.

“Bao Xiaoyang looks a bit like her, but she’s more like her in temperament,” Jiang Diao said, reaching his hand under her skirt. “Who do you think is bigger, me or him?”

Why do men always ask these kinds of questions? Jiang Xinyue tried to stop him, but her lower body tightened as his fingers slipped inside, twisting and teasing her. He leaned closer, nibbling at her earlobe: “Looks so proper, but you’re already wet inside…”

“Stop talking…” Jiang Xinyue tried to cover his mouth, but he bit her finger, sucking on it while his other fingers teased her wickedly. Jiang Xinyue finally succumbed and moaned.

Zhong Yutong would never imagine what kind of life she was living. If she knew, she would think her own experience was nothing compared to this. The only difference between them was that Zhong Yutong’s private life was exposed to everyone, while hers wasn’t. She was terrified that one day she would also be ruined because of this.

Valentine's Day Extra (Father and Son 3P)

Jiang Xinyue cleaned Yi Qingcheng's room again, fed the fish, and checked the time—it was already 6:05 PM. It seemed Yi Qingcheng wouldn't be coming back. She sighed softly, closed the door, and prepared to leave work.

She had been working at Qingcheng for over three months, but she rarely saw Yi Qingcheng, and the work Jiang Cheng had given her had made no progress. Jiang Xinyue was starting to feel discouraged.

The weather was fine when she left the villa, but as the saying goes, "the weather is unpredictable." She hadn't walked far from the gate when a downpour began, instantly soaking her. She quickly ran back.

Although Sister Bai usually seemed serious, she was actually quite kind to her when things got tough. Seeing Xinyue so disheveled, she told her to go to Yi Qingcheng's room to take a shower, assuring her that Yi Qingcheng wouldn't be back today and that she could shower without worry. She even had someone dry her clothes.

This wasn't the first time she'd used Yi Qingcheng's bathroom; she'd grown bolder. And since Yi Qingcheng wasn't home this time, Jiang Xinyue felt perfectly justified. She showered, dried herself, and put on one of Yi Qingcheng's white shirts. The shirt reached almost to her knees, like summer pajamas. Since no one else was in the room, she went out without wearing anything else.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she froze.

"A-Kai, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Diaokai sat on the sofa flipping through a magazine, while Yi Qingcheng was pouring red wine at the small bar. As soon as Jiang Xinyue came out, both men stared at her intently, making her feel hot.

Jiang Xinyue was stunned. She couldn't understand how A-Kai knew Yi Qingcheng, and the two seemed quite familiar with each other.

The young man didn't answer her question, but turned to look at Yi Qingcheng, who leaned lazily against the bar, swirling the red wine in his glass, his eyes fixed on Jiang Xinyue.

Jiang Xinyue's hair was damp and clung to her cheeks. Her oversized white shirt concealed her shapely figure, revealing only a sliver of her slender, fair legs. Dressed like a young girl yet to fully mature, she appeared delicate and timid, making one want to peek beneath her clothes at the allure hidden beneath.

"Son, do you know what Dad is thinking right now?" Yi Qingcheng asked softly.

Son… Jiang Xinyue's eyes widened. She looked at Yi Qingcheng, then at Jiang Diaokai; clearly, she was the only one of the three who was still unaware.

"Thinking about what?" Jiang Diaokai pretended to think for a moment before asking.

Yi Qingcheng smiled lightly: "I want to see my son drink his mother's milk. For so many years, I've repeatedly thought about this scene, thinking it must be the most beautiful."

"Dad, it's simple, because I love drinking milk, especially breast milk. I'm sixteen years old this year, and I can still suckle at my mother's breast, it's really wonderful."

Jiang Xinyue looked at Jiang Diaokai with suspicion as the boy walked towards her. He had never called her "Mom," yet he called Yi Qingcheng "Dad" so naturally and affectionately. What was going on?

Jiang Diaokai's hand covered her breasts through her clothes. Jiang Xinyue's body trembled, and panic welled up in her eyes: "Akai...no..." But her voice was hollow and dissipated in the air, failing to attract the attention of the two men. The boy's hand tightened, and her breasts were firmly grasped.

Yi Qingcheng stood not far away, watching this scene intently, watching how the boy played with her breasts.

The oversized shirt concealed her beautiful figure; in fact, her breasts were much fuller than they appeared.

"Dad, Mom's breasts are so big, they feel like cotton." The boy rubbed her breasts, and Jiang Xinyue's shoulders swayed with his movements. She grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him, but she couldn't muster any strength. Jiang Diaokai not only played with her but also said extremely provocative things.

"You brat, you've made them big, haven't you?" Yi Qingcheng said.

The breasts under his hands were plump and soft, like kneading two very elastic dough balls. He let go and flicked her chest with his index and thumb fingers, hitting her nipples a few times, making her cry out in pain. The boy covered her breasts again, feeling the nipples harden under his palms.

He gripped one breast tightly with one hand, the high, erect breasts stretching the fabric, and the nipples clearly formed small bumps. Jiang Diaokai lowered his head and took the tip into his mouth through the fabric, sucking and teasing it between his lips and teeth.

Jiang Xinyue felt a sticky wetness on her chest, a tingling sensation that tightened her lower body. Soon, her chest was wet from being licked, and her nipples were swollen from the boy's playing. The wet fabric of her chest became almost transparent, revealing her pink areolas, and her large nipples were almost bursting out of the fabric. It was

practically a wet, exposed nipple, even more alluring than that. Yi Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a tightness in his throat.

"I really want to suck your big breasts properly," Jiang Diaokai said, pulling down one side of her collar, revealing her left breast, a full, soft, snow-white peach, with a glistening, wet nipple standing erect.

Jiang Diaokai deliberately stepped aside to let Yi Qingcheng see, and even flicked it wickedly with his hand, causing the breast to ripple and the nipple to tremble, making both men feel a sharp pain in their lower bodies. Seeing Jiang Xinyue's disheveled appearance, Yi Qingcheng slowly walked over.

Jiang Diaokai began suckling at her breasts, each suck filled with force, causing her a stinging sensation, but he refused to touch her large, luscious nipples. Meanwhile, Yi Qingcheng's fingers slipped under the hem of her clothes, stroking her delicate thighs, and then into her panties. He felt the prickly, curly hair and the two plump labia; her entire vulva was already soaking wet.

"No..." Jiang Xinyue twisted her legs, trapping his hand between her labia.

"Breastfeeding your son and you're already this wet?" he seemed to be talking to himself, but every word reached Jiang Xinyue's ears. Her face flushed red, but at this moment, she could only let the father and son play with her like a little rabbit.

"Take her to the bed, I want to watch her breastfeed properly," Yi Qingcheng commanded. Jiang Diaokai lifted his head from her chest, and the two of them together stripped Jiang Xinyue of her clothes. Two mounds of white flesh stood high on her chest, her wet nipples erect, waiting for a man to pluck them.

Jiang Diaokai carried her to the bed, then knelt down on her chest, opening his mouth to suckle one of her nipples, making smacking sounds.

"Mmm...mmm..." Jiang Xinyue's chest heaved; the harder Jiang Diaokai suckled, the stronger the sensation in her lower body became. Just as Jiang Diaokai was suckling, Yi Qingcheng grasped her legs and pulled them apart.

"No..." she cried out shyly. At this moment, her genitals were fully exposed. Thick pubic hair was glistening with nectar, the white, hairy cleft, the tightly closed pink petals—he stared at it for a long time, then inserted his fingers into the tender opening, parting the petals to look at the fresh, juicy little hole.

"Your little cunt is so horny, so small and wet, it doesn't seem like it's been fucked by my son so many times." As soon as he finished speaking, the tender little hole contracted tightly, releasing a gush of nectar. He moved his finger over, pressed it against the entrance of her small fleshy hole, and squeezed it, causing the honey-like fluid to flow down her buttocks.

Turning to look at Jiang Diaokai, who was sucking on Jiang Xinyue's two large breasts, the nipples becoming like two smooth, juicy grapes from the boy's sucking.

"Son, is your mother's milk delicious?" Yi Qingcheng asked wickedly.

"Dad, it's delicious! I'm her son, so naturally she'll take care of my milk for life."

"I'll try some too." Yi Qingcheng moved over and took her other nipple in his mouth. The two of them, one on each side, lay on her chest, sucking on her breasts. And it wasn't just simple sucking; their lips used all sorts of techniques, making Jiang Xinyue moan softly.

Yi Qingcheng picked up Jiang Xinyue, took off his shirt and trousers, leaving only his boxer shorts, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her two round breasts tightly against his chest. The close contact of their naked, hot bodies elicited an extremely strong physical reaction.

Jiang Diaokai pressed himself against her from behind, his strong chest pressed tightly against her smooth back. The two men's hard penises, separated by their underwear, pressed against her body. Although their private parts weren't in direct contact, a chemical reaction still occurred. Jiang Xinyue trembled slightly, sandwiched between the two men.

They pressed even closer, as if they had planned it, their lower bodies thrusting and poking at her genitals. Her body was unbearably hot, like a pancake being fried in a double pan, with nowhere to escape.

"Mmm...no...let me go...mmm..."

Yi Qingcheng's fingers went into her mouth, mimicking the thrusting motion, while Jiang Diaokai sucked on her neck. Finally, both men pulled off their underwear. One thick, hot penis poked at her buttocks, the other at her vulva, slowly moving towards her legs, rubbing against her wet perineum.

The itching sensation made her body tremble uncontrollably; she begged them to stop torturing her.

Yi Qingcheng agreed and said to Jiang Diaokai, "Hold your mother."

Jiang Diaokai understood. He sat on the bed, holding Jiang Xinyue, his large penis pressing tightly against Jiang Xinyue's buttocks, and spread her legs apart for his father to see.

“Dad, she’s nothing like my mom. I can’t bring myself to call her that. Look at her, she looks and acts like a virgin. Look at her ass, so white, tender, and perky. Her little hole is tight, slippery, and wet. Isn’t it said that if a man fucks your ass too much, it will sag and your vagina will loosen? But she’s the opposite. I used to fuck her for at least two hours every night, and it wasn’t just me who fucked her, Ji also got involved. But the more men fucked her, the more nourished she became, and the more beautiful

she looked.” “That’s a natural beauty, nourished by men’s essence.” Yi Qingcheng held his thick penis, rubbing her wet vulva with the glans, which was bigger than an egg, feeling her tender and juicy flesh. They could hear the wet, sticky sound of his penis sliding through her tender vagina. Jiang Xinyue couldn’t take it anymore and thrust her chest forward, her petals trembling slightly, and a stream of vaginal fluid sprayed onto Yi Qingcheng’s glans.

Jiang Diaokai watched his father play with her vagina while playing with her big breasts with his fingers, pinching her nipples hard.

"No...no...ah..." Jiang Xinyue's body trembled, her vaginal opening contracted, oozing her juices. Yi Qingcheng, his erect penis sliding against the flow of her juices between her labia, made her cry out repeatedly, her vagina trembling with emptiness.

"She can't take it anymore," Jiang Diaokai said. "Can't stand it anymore? Quickly beg Daddy to fuck you, let Daddy quickly insert his penis into your little cunt, or say your little cunt wants to eat Daddy's big glans..."

Jiang Xinyue wouldn't speak, so Yi Qingcheng teased her more vigorously, and Jiang Xinyue cried out repeatedly.

"Say it quickly, let Daddy's big cock fuck your little cunt, say it quickly." Jiang Diaokai thrust his hips against her repeatedly, letting her feel his intense desire.

"Big cock...fuck me, fuck my little cunt..." Jiang Xinyue said intermittently.

Yi Qingcheng grabbed his penis and pressed it against her vaginal opening, forcefully thrusting it deep into her flower core. Jiang Xinyue arched her body, her back being pressed against by Jiang Diaokai's hard penis. Yi Qingcheng felt her vagina was wet and tight, slippery and warm. The moment he thrust, it felt like countless tiny fleshy mouths gripped and sucked him in, a sensation that was incredibly pleasurable. He and Jiang Diaokai watched as his large penis was slowly swallowed section by section by her tender, red vaginal opening—it was simply unbelievable!

Jiang Diaokai reached out and rubbed her clitoris. Jiang Xinyue groaned loudly, unable to bear it. Yi Qingcheng felt her vagina contract powerfully, squeezing him until he was in ecstasy. Combined with Jiang Diaokai's constant pushing of her body during his thrusts, his large penis practically penetrated deep into her womb.

"Is Daddy's big cock big?" Jiang Diaokai asked while playing with her.

"Big...so big..."

"Does it feel good to be fucked?"

"Mmm..."

"It's the first time I've seen Daddy fuck Mommy, and it feels so good. If Daddy and I fuck you together, would you like it?"

"No..."

She had no right to refuse. Jiang Diaokai placed her on the bed, while Yi Qingcheng pulled her legs and continued thrusting into her. Jiang Diaokai sat on her waist, squeezing her large breasts together. He inserted his thick penis into her nipples, pumping back and forth. His penis was so large that when fully inserted, the glans could also fit into her mouth.

"Ah ...

Jiang Xinyue laboriously took Jiang Diaokai's penis into her mouth. Her moist, warm lips aroused Jiang Diaokai, who thrust in and out relentlessly, making Jiang Xinyue moan and groan. Saliva dripped down his large penis, soaking the sheets.

"Ugh...ugh..." Jiang Xinyue lifted her buttocks, her contracting vagina almost squeezing Yi Qingcheng to death. She felt like she was being killed by Yi Qingcheng's penetration; he was going in so deep, almost pushing her to the heavens. Honeyed fluids flowed continuously from their point of contact, Yi Qingcheng's semen filling her entire vulva. As he withdrew, she contracted and sucked on his large penis, white fluid flowing down her tender red opening, dripping onto the sheets in clumps, a very lewd sight.

"Look how impatient you are, go to the back," Yi Qingcheng said to Jiang Diaokai. Jiang Diaokai immediately jumped up, pulled up Jiang Xinyue's legs, and squeezed his saliva-covered, thick penis into her contracting vagina, even squeezing out her semen. He pulled it in halfway, then pulled it out again and thrust it in completely.

"Ahhh~" Jiang Xinyue's body trembled, her buttocks slapping loudly as Jiang Diaokai fucked her.

Yi Qingcheng put his thick penis, covered in their bodily fluids, into her mouth, making her suck on it. Jiang Xinyue licked it, her body swaying constantly, while Jiang Diaokai fucked her hard.

"What does it feel like to be fucked by your own son? Is it the same as being fucked by me?" Yi Qingcheng asked her as she licked him. Her tongue was soft and flexible, making him feel extremely comfortable. He knew she couldn't say it, so he said again, "Does it feel good to be fucked by Akai? Hmm? Tell me, is it good?"

Jiang Xinyue's chest heaved, her breasts swaying constantly, her little tongue curling and licking the man's large glans, her lower body almost speechless from being fucked by her son.

"Look at you, you slutty thing, I really want to fuck you to death."

"Hurry up and let your son fuck you to death, say it now."

"No... I can't..."

"Will you say it or not, hmm?" Yi Qingcheng traced the shape of her lips with his large glans.

"Son, hurry up and fuck me, fuck your mother to death..." Jiang Xinyue said with trembling lips. Yi Qingcheng smiled with satisfaction, picked up her body, rubbed her breasts, and pushed her body forward.

"Ah~~" She felt her little hole being filled to the brim by Jiang Diao, so full that it was about to burst, so deep that it was about to pierce her. A rising pleasure made her vision go black and she fainted.

The father and son did not stop, but instead played with her body even more intensely.

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