The Enchanter's Red Apricot, The Rabbit Enchanter's Ruthlessness (Full Text)

Chapter 1
It was another gloomy, drizzly weekend morning, another perfect day for a tryst. While teasing Ling in my arms, I pulled my phone out of her trousers, my tongue lightly licking her smooth earlobe: "Want to tell your husband how wet you are down there?" My other hand slipped under her fair belly, probing deep inside, my two fingers soaked.
"Yes, do you dare?" Ling said defiantly.
"Go ahead and call." I knew that this obedient Ling, usually so ordinary, composed, and noble, actually harbored a wildly lustful heart beneath her elegant exterior. But these kinds of actions, which challenged her psychological limits, happened repeatedly over the past month, making her heart pound like a bomb, yet strangely alluring like a drug, impossible to resist.
Sister Ling snatched the phone from my hand; her hand was visibly trembling, but she pressed "2" with lightning speed. A green keypad lit up the screen with a string of numbers, which then changed into two heart-pounding Chinese characters: "Husband."
But tonight, we met at the intoxicating bar street. "You know it well, you pick a place!" Sister Ling once again acted as if nothing had happened. We found a small place and sat down in a corner.
"Kiss me! Quick... mmm..." She turned her head and pressed my head down, our tongues quickly intertwining, saliva flowing between our mouths, chins, and even bodies. The ringtone on the phone was already playing... "Hurry up! Give me your saliva, mmm... ah..." Sister Ling had lost control, her desire reaching its peak. A slight smile played on my lips as I glanced at this woman, whose lewdness was beyond description. I remembered how she had been so arrogant and domineering just months ago, and now she was being held in my arms, completely at my mercy, in the office. This made me even happier. Shivering, my lower body involuntarily hardened like an iron rod, poking at her back.
This little detail was unexpectedly effective. I think what made her so excited at this moment wasn't just my kiss and our intimacy, but the upcoming phone call. This intimacy of lying in someone else's arms while dialing her husband's number, the unparalleled thrill of about to speak with him, truly overcame everything, including the last shred of reason; an action both fearful and incredibly impulsive, like tiptoeing into someone else's house, spying on their privacy—it made her heart race and gave her goosebumps.
"Hello, Ah Ling..." The ringtone suddenly stopped, and Zhong Ge answered the phone, his voice ringing right next to our ears.
"Hmm, husband..."
I didn't tease her anymore, but obediently took her home. Perhaps the heavy rain had sobered me up; even if my lust got the better of me, I still had my rationality. I controlled myself and didn't dare to be presumptuous.
"What's wrong? Aren't you on duty today? Why did you suddenly call me?"
I gently pulled down her pants and underwear, and pinched her round buttocks that made my mind go haywire.
"Hmm, I was just bored on duty, so I called to see what you... were doing..." Sister Ling endured the pain and heavy breathing, which was enough to stimulate my nerves to the peak of excitement. I lifted her buttocks and then lowered them again, two smooth and simple movements, trying not to make any unnecessary noise, and easily and smoothly entered Sister Ling's already soaked "passage".
There's a line in *Lust, Caution* that goes something like this: "The path to a man's heart is through his stomach, while the path to a woman's heart is through her vagina." It's absolutely true. Sister Ling's small mouth opened suddenly, but then seemed to freeze in mid-air, as if forcing herself to stay there. Was it pain? Not quite, but it didn't feel particularly comfortable either. Her current position and situation left her swaying back and forth, as if suspended in mid-air, while she held her phone, talking to her husband. She could only support herself on the desk with her left hand, trying to use the strength of her lower body to clamp onto my only support.
I leaned close to her ear again: "Move yourself, you slut."
All of this seemed to take half a day, yet also seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, until her husband's voice rang out again: "I'm still sleeping in. It's you and Xiaofeng on duty today, right?"
“Yes, it’s just the two of us in the office now, and he’s right next to me…” Sister Ling turned her head slightly, her eyes filled with an irresistible allure. I gently pinched her buttocks again, signaling her to move. “Should I talk to him? He’s playing…on the computer!” Sister Ling said something that startled me. At the same time, she slightly raised her buttocks and rhythmically moved them up and down on me, the rhythm getting faster and faster. As we joined together, the water flowed like a river, making a sound that was incredibly pleasing to the ear.
“Oh, no, you guys play! Being on duty is so comfortable, you don’t have to do anything and you still get paid.”
"Okay, then I'll play with him. We'll talk more when I get home tonight." As she pressed the button, she finally let out a long-suppressed scream: "Ah...ah...you bastard, are you trying to torture me to death? You bastard!" She increased the intensity of her movements again, screaming without restraint. Damn it
! You're still playing along, aren't you? I thought to myself, and you're the one who dialed the number, you hypocritical woman! I continued, "Sister Ling, keep your voice down, there are other people on duty at work!"
Seeing her strain... Her hands were clenched into fists on the desk. From behind, I could see her mouth opening and closing, sometimes clenching her teeth; it was hard to tell what her expression was.
I straightened up in my large office chair and slowly stood up, facing the woman in front of me from a superior position. A feeling of humiliating pleasure filled my chest again. I roughly grabbed her hair with one hand and gripped her upturned, snow-white buttocks with the other, slamming her heavily onto the desk. Then, like a pile driver, I began to pound into her tender body with the fastest possible rhythm.
"Ah...no, no...I can't take it anymore, ah..." Sister Ling went crazy, her hands flailing around as if trying to grab some kind of weapon, but strangely, there seemed to be nothing she could hold onto. She swept all the weapons on the table to the ground: "Help! Ah...husband, help me..."
Her cries stimulated me again. I reached out and grabbed her hands, and at the same time, I used all my strength to thrust forward with my lower body, continuously for ten thrusts, seemingly reaching the limit. She frantically shook her head, her previous delicate moans turning into desperate cries, slowly, slowly, turning into hoarse low screams...until I pulled out and ejaculated inside her onto her back without reservation—she was very unwilling for me to ejaculate inside her, and I was equally unwilling.
"Who taught you that? I've never played rape with you."
"Spread me out!" I regretted not striking while the iron was hot. She seemed to calm down, her tone commanding, resolute, composed, and unyielding. At that moment, I was like a loaded gun, unstoppable even by the Jade Emperor's command.
"Hehe, you little rascal, you've got it all over my clothes. What if someone sees it? From now on, please prepare a condom before you do it."
"I don't like using condoms, you know, I don't want a third party between us."
Sister Ling laughed and playfully punched me, straightened her clothes, opened the door, and went out.
Chapter Two
Chapter Six
I met Sister Ling three months ago.
Brother Zhong was the senior member of our department, an honest, simple-minded, big guy with a square face, 1.8 meters tall, sturdy but not clumsy. He was meticulous and hardworking at work, but easygoing in life, and unrestrained with his colleagues—a typical Northeastern man.
During that time, he was busy trying to get his wife transferred to a different job. It was said that he used a lot of connections to get his wife, who lived in Shanghai, transferred to our unit. This was a relief, as living apart for so long wasn't a long-term solution. Besides, Brother Zhong was almost forty years old and still didn't have a child. Even if he acted like he didn't care, he still had some reservations. Now that his wife was by his side, he should try harder to get things done.
My first impression of Sister Ling wasn't exactly breathtaking, nor was I dumbfounded, but I was genuinely struck by her beauty. I'm not sure if this is grammatically incorrect, but I mean something like "stunned," because I'd heard from colleagues that Brother Zhong's wife was a stunning beauty, and seeing her in person truly made me feel better than hearing about her.
For the next ten minutes, we didn't exchange a word, just quietly drinking our drinks, occasionally clinking glasses. I would carefully observe her moist lips as she sipped her wine, a subtle allure that was even more captivating in that atmosphere.
Amidst the noise of the room, I tried to strike up a conversation with her, but it was always brief, just a few words, since her husband was sitting right next to us.
I must clarify that I'm not some predatory predator, nor do I have a penchant for seducing married women, let alone the wife of a colleague. From the beginning of my freshman year, I really had no intention of getting close to her or... It was guidance, but somehow, some unseen force pushed her step by step towards me. It's not that I'm being arrogant; it's just the truth.
Her fair skin seemed untouched by time; she remained graceful and elegant. I don't like to describe a woman's figure with exaggerated terms like "curvy" or "S-shaped," as those are too simplistic and artificial. Only by seeing her in person can you understand what a perfectly balanced curve is, and only by touching her can you feel its subtle nuances. That night, I pretended to lean back in my chair several times, actually stealing glances at her alluring waistline.
Later, when Brother Zhong was completely drunk, Sister Ling and I each... I helped him into the car and then drove them home.
At this point, you might be wondering what might have happened, but nothing of the sort happened. It was just an ordinary evening. When we got to the door, I offered to help Zhong Ge up again, but Sister Ling politely declined. That's understandable; everyone has a sense of caution. I didn't say much, just exchanged pleasantries, and then drove off. But since my place and their neighborhood were only across the street from each other, I felt even more confident in our connection.
Because we lived so close, we often shared a ride home from work—me, the couple, and a girl named Xiaoting who was about my age. Being a female colleague, of course, increased my opportunities to interact with Sister Ling, and we gradually became familiar with each other.
But what truly moved me, or rather, what made me want to possess her for the first time, was that rainy night.
There's always an opportunity, when it just so happens that we're the only two people in the car after work; there's always a coincidence, when fate arranges the right atmosphere, coupled with the right mood, to make people do things that are perhaps inappropriate. The rain was heavy, and we were stuck in traffic. I turned on the radio, listening to some rather unsuitable pop music. Perhaps in this kind of atmosphere, even a heavy traffic jam wouldn't make people irritable, at least that's how I felt.
"Sister Ling, you two are so affectionate!" I casually started a conversation.
"Isn't that right? To still be like this after all these years, it's not easy, is it? Haha..." Her eyes were clearly brimming with happiness, a happiness that couldn't be faked.
I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to continue. Suddenly, I stared blankly into her eyes, and in that instant, my mind went blank, and I blurted out something that even surprised myself: "Hey, how's Zhong-ge in bed? Still okay?" Some things you wouldn't dare say even if you had ten chances.
She was clearly stunned. Although we had gotten to know each other after spending some time together and would sometimes joke around, such an inappropriate question... This seemed to far exceed what she had suffered. Her face instantly turned as black as the sky: "Xiaofeng, I'm not stupid. I understand what someone your age is up to. If you really have even a shred of shame left, please put away your thoughts, as a sign of respect for me."
Her words were calm and logical, perfectly expressing the purity of a devoted wife deeply in love with her husband and her indignation in the face of a lecherous man. I was speechless. What a terrible thing to do! I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Although it was dark, I could still see her flushed face in the occasional lamplight; she was clearly furious.
"Hey, sister, you don't need to be like this, do you? Haven't you ever seen someone make a joke before?"
She ignored me.
"If you don't say something, believe me, I'll drag you out of the car and rape you! It's pitch black here, nobody will care!" I pretended to threaten her.
She still ignored me.
Seeing the sweat dripping from her forehead, I couldn't bear to continue, so I withdrew my still-erect penis: "Okay, Sister Ling, take a break!"
"Alright, just hold it in until your breath stinks!"
"Pfft..." She finally couldn't help but laugh, but her face was still bright red: "I...I need to pee."
"Hahaha...Really? You need to pee when you're happy?"
"Never mind! What should I do?"
"Who told you to drink so much water? I didn't know you can't park on the highway! Besides, it's pouring rain outside. You'll have to pee in your pants, and you'll have to wash the car for me tomorrow!"
"You... bastard!" This was the first time she'd ever cursed me like that, and it was really amusing.
I pulled the car over to the side of the road; it was obvious there was no umbrella in the car.
"Are you really going to do this? Can't you just wait another ten minutes? If you do this, you'll never be able to hold your head up in front of me again, haha..." I continued to tease her, watching her flushed face and extremely helpless expression, which only fueled the mischievous feeling in my heart. Whether I was disgusted, happy, or just playing around, I just wanted to keep teasing her.
"Hey, honey, the traffic is so bad, I can't see the end of the road. You go ahead and eat, don't wait for me." Sister Ling's voice was so sweet it made your whole body go weak.
"I can't take it anymore!" she shouted.
"If you can't take it, then get out of the car! It's raining so hard, I'm not going to go with you."
"But I don't dare."
Women are so contradictory. I believe that no one, unless they absolutely had to urinate, would have the audacity to say something like that, especially after such an embarrassing incident in the car.
"You're so annoying. Okay, fine, I'll stand here and shield you from the rain, okay?" I was being hypocritical, taking advantage of the situation.
"Wouldn't that mean you'd see everything?"
"Never mind then."
"Okay, okay!"
This rain was no ordinary rain. We got out of the car and strode to the side of the road. Because there were trees blocking the view, even if cars passed by, they shouldn't be able to see us.
Undoubtedly, we were both soaked. Sister Ling hesitated for only about three seconds before immediately squatting down and urinating. Even without seeing her white thighs, it was enough to make my heart race. This was the first time in my life that a woman had urinated so openly in front of me, and that woman was Song Ling, a noble and reserved married woman.
When my stomach started growling, I checked my watch and it was already nine o'clock. I wondered if I should call to remind this woman that it was getting late, but then I thought better of it and decided to wait.
It seemed she really needed to hold it in; it was a long, long stream of urine.
At this point, no amount of rain could dampen my desire. I uncontrollably unzipped my pants, pulled out my already hard penis, and it sprang out, standing less than ten centimeters from her face.
This action really frightened her. To my surprise, she didn't look away immediately. Her mouth was wide open and her expression was ashen. At that moment, I even had the illusion that she wanted to swallow it! After a few seconds of stunned silence, she suddenly erupted, "Ah..." Her scream pierced the air, only to be swallowed by the deafening sound of the rain: "You idiot! What do you want?"
"I just wanted to pee, and all that jumping around is because of you, what are you yelling about?" I thought my lust had reached its limit, I was just short of pinning her down and raping her.
By the way, the rear position is my favorite position, it allows me to control her at will, and most importantly, I can clearly see a woman's beautiful waist from behind.
"Get away! Is there anyone more idiotic than you?" She tried to push me away, but accidentally bumped into that hard thing, quickly pulled her hand back, and then simply closed her eyes. I really couldn't pee, but I saw that she had stopped too.
"Are you done peeing?" I asked.
"How can I pee like this? You bastard!"
"Open your mouth! I'm not peeing anymore!"
"Come on, come on, shh...shh..." I whispered in her ear, blowing air into her mouth. She couldn't resist and finally gave up struggling, focusing entirely on urinating.
Watching the water spray out from her most private spot, I couldn't help but tremble; she must have felt it too. I couldn't imagine her expression now, being held by a young male colleague and made to urinate on the roadside—this was something she never dreamed of! Afterwards
, she pulled her hand away from mine, pulled up her pants, and headed for her bike basket. And so, the farce ended.
"Haha, I'll help you!" I did something even more surprising to myself and enough to make her collapse: I squatted down, grabbed her arms from behind, pressed my body against hers, and of course, she could feel my erection on her back. She tried to break free, but I held on even tighter. It
would be a lie to say that she didn't regret her reckless actions afterward. I don't know if she will tell Brother Zhong everything that happened tonight, or how she will explain to him that Wei He was soaked to the bone. But none of that matters anymore; it has already happened.
"Quick, move a little, I'm so tired..." Her breathing was so heavy; it seemed making love really was hard work.
Chapter Three
Life is always filled with waiting because of the unknown. This also made me convinced that she hadn't told anyone about what happened that night, including Brother Zhong. I was secretly pleased, but not overly arrogant; everything was innocent and carefree, that's what made it interesting.
Heaven was truly incredibly kind to me; four days after the rainy night, I received a notice that due to a work adjustment, most of my work had to be coordinated with Sister Ling's, and the person responsible for cooperating with me on work matters happened to be Sister Ling. Therefore, we could barely be considered to have a work-related mistake.
I held a pile of... The thick stack of files arrived at Sister Ling's office door. Peeking inside, I saw Sister Ling, resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the computer. Her lower lip, normally sensual, was slightly distorted due to her hand, making it appear even more alluring.
This simple sight stirred my blood again, and I fantasized about what it would feel like to insert a certain object into her. Shaking my head, clearing my throat, I gently knocked on the door: "Sister Ling, I've brought the equipment you requested."
She was clearly startled, glancing at her colleague beside her: "Oh..." Then, maintaining her composure, she said, "Put it here. Let me see. I'll contact you if there are any problems."
"Okay."
The waiting time always seemed so long. It was almost six o'clock when Zhong Ge came to me: "Xiao Feng, it's time to go home."
I stared at the man in front of me for less than 1.5 seconds: "Oh, I can't leave yet. The document I showed Sister Ling hasn't been revised yet; it definitely needs to be finished today. Why don't you guys go home first? Don't wait for me; I'll take her home later."
If there were a mirror in front of me, I really wanted to see what I looked like then, so calm and composed in front of the husband of my fantasy object. It seems I've reached the point of shamelessness.
My colleagues left one after another, and night slowly fell. I walked to the window and looked out; the light in Sister Ling's office was still on. I calmed myself down and casually browsed through the pages.
Suddenly, the phone rang. For some reason, I felt incredibly happy, like I'd finally met a sauna hostess.
"Hello, Sister Ling," I tried to keep my tone calm.
"Yes, I just finished reading it, and I've marked all the places that need modification. I've made a copy; come up and take it back!"
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but although her voice was a bit cold, it sounded incredibly gentle. Maybe it was innate, maybe I was just being delusional, or maybe something else entirely.
Upstairs, at the door, Ling tiptoed to put some documents on the bookshelf. I took the opportunity to admire her round, pert buttocks from a distance, which seemed almost bursting out of her skirt.
She turned around, her expression slightly flushed, a half-smile on her face: "Oh, wait..."
Why do I always feel like she's intentionally teasing me? I slowly approached her, coming up behind her, my crotch almost touching... I touched her buttocks. I think she could feel my breath and even my rapid heartbeat. She was trembling, and I could feel her body temperature even through her clothes.
I slowly moved my mouth to her ear, then lightly touched her earlobe with my upper lip. She reacted as if she had been electrocuted, dropping everything she was holding. She quickly turned around, giving me another sharp look. Was her gaze filled with fear, or perhaps more of a desperate rage? I moved closer to her again, pressing her against the bookshelf. She pressed her hands against my chest, but I ignored her and pulled her into my arms with my right hand. She struggled desperately.
Perhaps "struggled desperately" is a bit of an exaggeration. I thought of many similar movie scenes where women were forced to submit. Her resistance was described as so powerless, which should have been the effect I wanted to achieve, but it was actually just my personal desire.
I suddenly hugged her tightly and asked provocatively, "What? Hesitating?"
Now that things had come to this, how could I possibly let her go? I held her even tighter. Perhaps she had been keeping her voice down because she was afraid someone outside would hear, but now she finally couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..."
I completely lost my reason, grabbed her hair, and then used my other hand to lift her skirt from behind and forcefully thrust inside. I almost went crazy. This was the touch I had always dreamed of. You can call me depraved, but this amazing buttocks felt a hundred times more comfortable than I had imagined. As if she had found a priceless treasure, she increased the pressure of her hands, kneading and rubbing back and forth.
But it was she who was truly going mad; she had already lost all restraint and was screaming, "Get off me, you freak!" Her hands rained down on me, but I, oblivious to the pain and sorrow, tried to pull her back into my arms.
Suddenly, she raised her right hand, and with a resounding "smack," a sharp slap landed heavily on my face like a meteorite. I reflexively recoiled, staggering more than a meter away. Sister Ling, while straightening her disheveled clothes, rushed out like a madwoman. I felt my face burning hot, my mind burning hot too, as if everything was blank. I stood there, stunned, unable to imagine what tomorrow would bring.
I simply smiled and nodded, then found an inconspicuous spot to sit down. Sister Ling, too, wore an irresistible smile—a true model of elegance, refined yet tasteful. Coincidentally, she sat next to me. Perhaps she, too, disliked drawing attention; in a dinner with colleagues, especially one where a leader was present, inconspicuousness was the wisest course of action.
The room was dimly lit, the yellowish light always making one drowsy. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was exhaustion, but I lay motionless on the bed, my left hand listlessly circling the curly hair on her pubic area.
Sister Ling ignored me, continuing to smoke silently, exhaling only wisps of smoke every now and then. Gradually, the smoke filled the entire bed, obscuring her expression and even making her breathing difficult to detect. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed Sister Ling smoked.
Of course, many things cannot be believed without firsthand observation. Tonight, in a rather innocent and romantic way, my first time with Sister Ling, Sister Ling's first night outside of marriage, arrived late. Just over half an hour ago... After pushing open the door, things weren't as urgent as I had imagined. I let her in, then hugged her tightly from behind, confident she wouldn't miss my already erect penis, deeply embedded in her buttocks, separated only by her thin skirt.
My right hand roamed over Sister Ling's abdomen, my lips lightly brushing her smooth, white neck, like a dragonfly skimming the water. I could feel her trembling and her rapid breathing. As my palm slowly moved down, less than five centimeters from her genitals, she let out a soft "Ah..." and then pressed one hand against my crotch, seemingly still undergoing a final struggle in her heart. This was truly a hurdle, a hurdle (that hadn't been overcome in ten years).
"Sister Ling, turn your face around," I whispered in her ear.
She slowly turned her head, and I gradually moved my lips from her ear to her cheek, finally meeting hers. I kissed her deeply; although her trembling lips were a little stiff, they melted in my mouth in just a few seconds. I then tried to push my tongue into her mouth, but whether it was due to nervousness or inexperience, she seemed somewhat awkward, and we only managed a lip-to-lip touch.
Sister Ling's breathing became more rapid, while my movements became more swift and deliberate. I freed my right hand from her grip and forcefully touched her genitals through her skirt. To my surprise... Her lower body was already incredibly wet. No one can fool their own body; even the most outwardly composed woman can't escape her desires.
I admit I'm an impatient person, so my foreplay has always been inadequate, or rather, incomplete. At this moment, all I wanted to do was pull out my penis and plunge it into her body without restraint.
I wasn't in a hurry; I shifted my focus, covering her breasts with my other hand. Even through her clothes and bra, I could feel her soft breasts. Looking down from my angle, her breasts, slightly deformed by my caresses, were even more alluring. This was something I, and many men, dreamed of, and now I held it in my hands.
"Sister Ling, you're so wet down there, do you want it..."
She didn't say anything, but brought her mouth closer again, and we kissed once more. This time, she finally stuck out her tongue, and I took her tongue in my mouth, sucking hard, until our tongues finally intertwined. This unrestrained wet kiss lasted for several minutes; we seemed oblivious to everything else, completely enjoying each other's kisses.
On the fourth day,
"Sister Ling, do you like it?"
She didn't answer.
"Sister Ling, touch it..."
She still didn't reach out her hand.
"Hurry up and touch it, you'll love it..."
After a while, she finally reached out her hand and gently stroked my penis through my pants. This touch made it even more erect and hard.
"So...big! So hard..." Sister Ling uttered these words as if in a dream. Although it was just a small sip, it pushed my lust to its peak. I could no longer restrain myself and pushed her down onto the sofa. Her face was pressed against the sofa, and her buttocks were raised high, a damnably lewd position.
"Compared to your husband's, which is bigger?" I teased her again with these words.
"Ah..." Sister Ling still didn't speak, but only screamed. Everyone understood the meaning of that scream.
"Let me help you!" I took the document from her hand, and in an instant, I touched her soft and warm fingers, which intensified her trembling. I thought to myself, now is the time to act!
I pinned Sister Ling's hands behind her back, and her face sank even deeper into the sofa. Then I lifted her skirt, allowing me to finally see up close the buttocks that I had been longing for. I swallowed hard, pulled her white panties down to her knees, and then brought my face close, carefully observing this little wife's vulva. Her lips were still pink and tender. It seemed that Brother Zhong really hadn't treated her well!
I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her. Sister Ling screamed again, and after the scream, it slowly turned into a hysterical moan, mixed with intermittent, incoherent words: "Ah...no! You...don't lick me, Hao Jie Zhuo..."
I increased the frequency, and the light lick turned into sucking. Her lower body was already flowing with water. I took out my already hard penis and gently rubbed it at the entrance of her vagina, but I was in no hurry to insert it.
"Sister, it's not too late to regret it now. Whether you want to stay or leave is still your choice..." I suppressed my impulse and gave her one last tease. Her eyes were tightly closed, her fists clenched tightly, but even so, her upturned buttocks were still swaying slightly. I knew how much pain she was in.
I continued to rub the penis in my hand against the edge of her vagina: "If you want to, move yourself. If you don't move, I won't." She shook her head painfully, her buttocks seemed to be moving backward, but she couldn't reach me no matter what. I smiled, grabbed her waist with both hands, aimed at her vaginal opening, and thrust hard, successfully entering her already soaked forbidden land.
"Ah..." After a long sigh, Sister Ling began to moan along with my thrusts. Her moans were the most moving I had ever heard, the volume just right, sometimes high, sometimes low, rising and falling... Although Sister Ling was already a wife, her vagina was still very tight, as if it had just enveloped me perfectly, leaving no gaps, the silk was moist and warm, truly like a paradise on earth. I grabbed her right hand and pulled it back, and increased the frequency of my thrusts, which made my impact with her buttocks make a "slap slap" sound, and at the same time her moans became louder.
"Ah...ah...can...faster? I...want..." It seemed that the previous stimulation had completely opened her up.
“Okay…here you go…” I thrust my hips even more wildly, penetrating deeply each time, reaching the very depths. Sister Ling shook her head violently, her buttocks arching even higher, cooperating with my movements; I could even feel a gush of fluid flowing from our point of contact.
I felt a slight numbness at the tip of my penis, so I thrust forward even harder, gripping her buttocks tightly with both hands, then slapping them forcefully, leaving a red welt on her fair skin. “Ah…faster…faster…ah…” Sister Ling suddenly trembled all over, feeling a slight spasm, followed by a long cry, and I finally felt a warm current gushing from deep within her body, spurting out through my penis. Thick streams
of semen poured into Sister Ling's vagina. Sister Ling had lost her voice, her hands almost tearing the sofa apart… I saw some semen leak out with the contractions of her lower body, flowing down to her inner thighs. She ignored it, lying motionless on the sofa.
The next day, or rather, the following day, Sister Ling didn't have a good expression towards me, but in front of others, she still maintained a perfect facade, and you really couldn't tell anything was wrong. At that time, I really wanted to know if, one day, we were to have a serious falling out, would she still be able to maintain such a genuine and unfazed demeanor in front of others?
I was in a daze for the entire afternoon, and I don't know how I got through it.
Chapter 5
Actually, it was Sister Ling who suggested the meeting tonight. It was very sudden, and I was extremely flustered and confused. After she slapped me in the office last time, I really couldn't believe that she would still talk to me, let alone take the initiative to suggest a meeting tonight. That slap had left me dizzy and disoriented, and it had shattered my confidence to the bottom. Not only did I consider giving up my original idea, but I also had to consider how to face her in the days to come.
"Coming out so late, didn't Zhong ask anything?" Not wanting to waste time, I asked this pointed question as soon as I sat down, a probing hypothesis with a deeper, unspoken meaning.
Feeling confident, I waited for her reply amidst the upbeat music.
I knew she wouldn't give me time to ponder, much less a chance to back down, like an addict desperately taking their medication.
"I... told him I was going to see a girl tonight and wouldn't be coming back."
It was a perfect answer.
I remained silent, inwardly smug, though somewhat bewildered and unable to fathom her thoughts. I had no time to dwell on it, only secretly awaiting what would happen on this "not coming back" night .
After hanging up, she twisted the phone between her right thumb, index, and middle fingers—the first small gesture of hers I noticed.
"That day, I'm sorry. But you really went too far, it was in the office!"
"So you like that? If it weren't for the office..."
Sister Ling glared at me, a look that was harmless but devoid of any amusement: "Do you think everyone is as lecherous as you?"
"I don't know about women, but men are all like that. You've lived longer than me, you should be more virtuous than me!"
"Not virtuous, not virtuous at all, none of the men I've met are like you."
"So, your husband must be the kind of person who's completely uninteresting in bed, taking things slowly, and never giving you any passion or surprises?"
"I know."
"That's why you're so curious about me, both afraid and expectant, right?"
"I don't know. Faced with your repeated thuggish behavior, I should be angry, I should be disgusted with you, I should even report you." As she spoke, Sister Ling turned to look at me, poking my forehead with her finger: "I really can't understand how someone so young could have such audacity, daring to sexually harass a female colleague. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? Aren't you afraid of ruining your future?" Her tone was like scolding her own little brother. She continued, "Since I got married, no man has ever dared to approach me like this. Everyone has the desire but not the courage. I never thought you would be so bold."
"I didn't expect some places to be this bold, huh?" I interjected a couple of times to tease her, trying to test her limits.
"Hehe, it's alright, whatever you think is big! Anyway, I'm inexperienced, so even if I praise you, it's nothing to be proud of."
I didn't insist, nor did I want to waste anything. Whenever I acquire a piece of equipment, especially something as exquisitely beautiful as Song Ling's, I cherish it immensely. Admiring beautiful objects is a hobby of mine, and it's only human nature.
"How many?"
"Two...two." She turned away, a half-smile playing on her lips, before finally letting out a cheerful laugh, as if joking.
"Not comparing with others, but with your husband?" I said with a mischievous grin.
"Big." With a hint of pride, she nodded without hesitation, secretly smiling.
"How often do you usually do it?"
"Not concerned with quality, just quantity."
"Another answer that skirts the line, you really want to fool me."
"We're old, unlike you young people, who can get it done anytime, anywhere."
"Haha..." This woman's comical double entendre made me laugh, and she herself grinned without reservation.
"I know that women's needs are greatest at this time, and it's generally difficult to satisfy them, which is why so many women are driven to infidelity. It's no one's fault; it's a normal phenomenon."
"What you're saying is ridiculous. If everyone thought like you, then humanity wouldn't need marriage; everyone could just find someone to mate with. What
's the point of just taking off your pants and having sex with anyone you see?" "That's not what I mean. I've always believed that marriage is sacred and inviolable. But marriage encompasses many things. Two people living together isn't just about love and sex. What I'm saying is that we should separate sex from love. Sex is one of the best gifts God has given to humanity. Love can be singular and exclusive, but sex can be free. How tragic it would be if we fixed everyone's sexuality, limiting it to only one's partner!"
"So, you approve of your future wife having relationships with other men?" Sister Ling posed a very difficult question.
"If your marriage remains unchanged, your feelings remain unchanged, and you keep it a secret, what do you lose if your partner has sex with someone else?" I countered.
Sister Ling bit her lower lip, falling silent again. She rested her chin on her hand, watching the men and women swaying to the music at the bar, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps not thinking at all, simply observing everything.
I never considered Sister Ling a conservative or feudal woman, but when a woman is willing to open up to you about these things, you're not far from her heart. Of course, there are many ways, the most direct being through her vagina.
After what seemed like an eternity, she murmured to herself, "I want to go dancing..." Then she walked straight towards the dancing crowd, and I followed.
As the night deepened, the music grew stronger, and with the added effect of alcohol, everyone felt a little dazed. Sister Ling slightly raised her hands to shoulder height, swaying her body to the music, radiating an incomparably alluring beauty—something I had never seen before. Sister Ling.
The darkness was oppressive. Our figures were so close, breathing each other's breath. Tonight, Sister Ling was wearing a short skirt, the kind made of very thin material, my favorite kind. I moved behind her, gently embracing her from behind, placing my hands on her waist, swaying my body to the music. She was a good dancer, with a great sense of rhythm, looking very natural, yet incredibly stunning.
As she danced, her hips occasionally brushed against my most sensitive spot, and I couldn't help but get hard again. I pressed my hand against her body, pulling her close, not letting her leave. I think she must have felt the hardness after death. Slowly, I felt her body temperature rising, and of course, our body temperatures rose with the dance.
I mustered my courage, and when she wasn't looking, my other hand quietly slipped under her skirt, instantly touching her smooth skin, a little damp, perhaps from sweat, but it didn't affect the feel at all. Like touching a treasure, my hand lingered on her leg for a while, finally stopping on her inner thigh.
At this moment, Sister Ling seemed to wake up, turning to look at me while pressing down on my restless hand. "Give it to me..." Sister Ling uttered these two words as if in a dream. So we parted the dance floor, beginning the prelude to this grand drama of desire.
Between men and women, there is always a thin veil; once lifted, everything becomes simple and clear. This passion between Sister Ling and me, once ignited, was unstoppable.
The story has now reached its second torrential downpour. It's not that I'm deliberately creating atmosphere; it's just how summers are in the south, with endless, continuous rain. And this rain made it possible for Sister Ling to give me my first oral sex, an unforgettable experience.
At noon, we usually rested in the dormitory at work. I woke up from a long nap to find it was raining heavily outside. I could only stand blankly at the stairwell, looking at the rain-streaked sky. Just then, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed from the building. I instinctively turned around and saw Sister Ling. In the instant our eyes met, I could clearly sense her unease.
Even I, facing a woman I'd just finished with last night, and one with such a special status, would feel flustered; let alone her. But quickly, she regained her composure, saying, "You're not going to catch me here again,
are you?" with a barely perceptible smile. I actually admired her self-assured composure, which she considered a masterful facade. Firstly, it served to conceal her true intentions, and secondly, it gave her an advantage in our relationship. It was precisely this self-important air, coupled with her unapproachable aura, that repeatedly aroused my desire.
I once again brazenly scrutinized the woman in her formal attire, the image of her moaning beneath me last night flashing before my eyes, and I involuntarily swallowed.
I slowly approached her. She was opening her umbrella, and the top button of her collar was slightly undone because she hadn't fastened it. Looking down, I could see two mounds of fair, beautiful flesh. I was practically pressed against her body, my right hand around her waist, pulling her closer, while my left hand grabbed her collar and slowly buttoned up the last button.
"Gotcha..."
"Open your hands. If our colleagues see this, we're both finished." Although she said that, she didn't make any physical contact.
I pushed her against the wall, pressing my body against hers: "Sister Ling, do you know how to give oral sex?"
Sister Ling seemed a little surprised, clearly not expecting me to be so direct in asking her this.
"Try... once or twice, didn't like it."
I grabbed her hand and placed it on my crotch: "Feel it, do you like it..."
"You're really abnormal, how could I do this with you!" I loved her coquettish complaint, which sounded more like flirting, like she was being coquettish.
"Give me your mouth, I love Sister Ling's little mouth."
"No! I'm telling you, let go of me right now. You're absolutely not allowed to cause any more trouble at work! If you don't, don't ever look for me again."
I pulled her forcefully into my room: "Really, it's nothing, everyone's at work. Come on, let's hurry." As I spoke, I pressed her down to her waist.
Sister Ling looked up and glared at me fiercely. This kind of look is my favorite. When a woman looks up at you at such an angle, especially when her mouth is only centimeters from your crotch, I really feel like I want to devour her.
Seeing that Sister Ling still didn't move, I grabbed the back of her head with a little force and gently rubbed her face against my crotch. To my surprise, she slowly began to adopt a submissive posture. Although she didn't exactly gravitate, she didn't shy away either, sometimes even... The thorn rubbed against my nose and cheek, gently massaging my genitals. I mimicked the movements of everyday masturbation, squeezing my penis up and down and side to side.
Ling Jie still had her head tilted back, her mouth slightly open, her eyes now filled with desire. I paused, then with my other hand unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis, now erect and straddling Ling Jie's lap: "Sister, lick my... cock."
If I remember correctly, this was the first time I'd used that word on her. But I increasingly felt that many explicit and even vulgar words seemed to work wonders for this woman. This wasn't hard to understand, because these words were often used to describe her sexuality. Sister Ling reached out and pressed my penis tightly against her face, rubbing it back and forth. The pleasure radiating from her smooth face was unparalleled; I was terrified I'd lose control and ejaculate prematurely.
"Oh...oh, your thing is so hot, Sister...it's making me so hot."
I grabbed my penis and raised it to her forehead, so my scrotum was facing her mouth. "Come on, give me a kiss on my balls first..."
Sister Ling swallowed, finally taking that difficult first step, sticking out her tongue and gently licking my testicles. I sat back on a small table, now a little taller than when I was standing. Sister Ling, being half-squatting, couldn't quite reach them, but she spontaneously knelt forward a little, wrapping her arms around my thighs and continuing to lick my scrotum.
She was beginning to penetrate.
"Sister Ling, when you lick your husband, is it like this?"
"No, I wouldn't lick his balls so willingly. I...I told you I wouldn't."
“Then I’ll continue teaching you. Come on, open your mouth and take both testicles into your mouth, then gently suck them, and then slowly lick them with your tongue…”
Under my guidance, Sister Ling followed my instructions step by step, while I, from above, controlled everything. At this moment, the feeling of subjugation surpassed all other sensory pleasures.
“Yes, just like that… like savoring a delicious dish. Yes, are you drooling? Let it flow, I love seeing you drool like that.”
The whole room echoed with “whoosh whoosh whoosh” sounds, saliva dripping from Sister Ling’s lips, her rhythm gradually quickening. I felt the base of my penis being sucked in, expelled, and sucked in again… The warm, wet sensation continuously traveled from her mouth to my scrotum, and then to my entire body.
I suddenly lifted her head, and she stared at me intently, a long strand of saliva hanging from her lower lip, slowly drooping down. How alluring her eyes were.
“Sister Ling, I’ll definitely master this skill. Come on, it’s time to put your treasure in and taste it.”
Sister Ling obediently grabbed my penis and gently put it in her mouth, her cautious manner resembling that of a student facing a teacher. Then came the mechanical in-and-out motions, sometimes looking up at me, then immediately lowering her head to continue working, only to pull it out again after a while, whispering, “Is it like this?”
I always believed that even an affair required fate. And between us, it truly was fate at work; the very next day after we broke the taboo, at noon, it rained heavily again.
I always patiently pointed… "Hmm, not bad, take it slow... Take more saliva, make Lang Lingqing a little wetter, be careful not to touch her teeth, mmm... like licking ice cream, wrap your tongue around her... yes, pay attention to the rhythm."
I had already spread my hands on her hair, propped them on the table, and handed over all the initiative to her, giving her as much room to maneuver as possible. Sister Ling "worked diligently" like this for nearly half an hour, but I still didn't feel like ejaculating, which of course was related to her lack of skill.
Sister Ling staggered to her feet, wiped her mouth, and looked at me: "Are you done yet? Your little guy doesn't seem to be finished yet!"
"It's more worth waiting for if you're not satisfied! You've made great progress today, hehe..."
"You've improved, huh? Should I call you Master? You've taught me so many tricks."
"You're quite right. From now on, I'm your oral sex master."
"You little rascal... my face is frozen. How am I supposed to go to work this afternoon? I'm leaving." She finished speaking, tidied her hair, opened the door, and left.
My penis continued to rub against Sister Ling's buttocks, and she moved in response. At first, it was a slight wriggling, but later she began to wildly twist her waist, making the friction between her buttocks and my penis even more intense. After
a long silence, Sister Ling remained slumped on the table like a corpse, her breathing gradually becoming even. I sat down, looking down at her incredibly white buttocks, her contracting and expanding vulva, and her shapely figure under her work clothes—a scene that would intoxicate any man.
Left unsatisfied, I touched my slightly hard penis, feeling an indescribable surge of desire.

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