Early in the morning, within the courtyard of the quadrangle in Hulu Alley, a woman's voice resonated throughout the entire courtyard.
"You little rascal, running off so early in the morning!"
As the woman's scolding continued, the neighbors who were washing up nearby couldn't help but laugh.
"Good morning, Jiang Ma!"
The woman, who had been full of anger, softened her expression at the sound of the sweet voice, replying kindly, "Good morning, A Ling. Oh... A Ling, you're blossoming into such a beauty. I wonder which family will be lucky enough to have you as their daughter-in-law."
"Jiang Ma!" The girl cooed, her face turning red as she quickly walked away.
All the neighbors adored the girl named A Ling and especially loved seeing her shy reactions.
"Haha... Sister Jiang, saying that, do you want A Ling to be your daughter-in-law?"
Jiang Ma, noticing it was Lin Bo from next door who spoke, laughed and said, "I do wish for that, but who knows if A Ling would agree?"
Hearing this, Lin Bo turned to A Ling, who was washing up by the faucet, and asked, "A Ling, Jiang Ma wants you to be her daughter-in-law. What do you think?"
Overwhelmed with shyness, A Ling, not caring that her hair was still wet, picked up her washbasin to cover her blushing face and dashed home like the wind.
The neighbors outside burst into laughter once more. After sharing a moment of joy with everyone, Jiang Ma remembered the breakfast still on the stove and hurried back home.
Returning home, she lifted the pot lid to find the breakfast cooked just right and quickly turned off the fire. Stirring the porridge with a spoon, she cursed her son in her heart, "You little rascal, if the food had burned, I would have skinned you alive when you got home."
As she muttered to herself, how could she have noticed that on such a bright and sunny day, a pair of lustful wolf eyes were staring at her exposed white legs beneath the cheongsam, especially the roundness of her buttocks, which made the person drool.
That person quietly approached Jiang Ma from behind and slapped her round buttocks hard with his hand.
"Slap... slap..." After two sounds, Jiang Ma's voice rang out, "Ouch... that hurts so much."
"Hehe, wife, did I hurt you? Let me rub it for you." As he said this, he reached out to massage Jiang Ma's plump buttocks, exploring the strategic areas back and forth.
"Oh... you naughty ghost, stop messing around. What if the neighbors see... mmm."
Jiang Bo noticed that his wife was so overwhelmed by his actions that she could barely speak, and the sensitive areas he touched were already moist with arousal. Proud of his achievement, his fingers moved even faster over her vulva.
Under the intense assault, Jiang Ma was now burning with desire, leaning on the kitchen counter with one hand. She freed her other hand to grab Jiang Bo's stiff member, moaning, 'Stop... you devil, stop!'
Jiang Bo knew immediately that his wife's words were the opposite of what she meant; she was actually urging him to go faster... With this in mind, he unbuttoned her waistband without hesitation, soon revealing her fair, plump buttocks.
Feeling the cool air on her lower body, Jiang Ma, aware that his penis was about to enter, wriggled her waist even more eagerly, her cries and moans incoherent.
Hearing his wife's lewd sounds, Jiang Bo grew even more excited. Holding her round, large buttocks with both hands, he positioned his penis and, with a wet sound, entered her moist, welcoming vagina as effortlessly as an old horse finding its way home.
With vigorous thrusts, Jiang Ma enjoyed the pleasure, her breath coming in short, satisfied gasps.
Just as the couple was lost in their bliss, a knock sounded at the door.
Jiang Ma, still moving her hips, called out loudly, 'Who is it?'
'Sister Jiang, it's me!'
Recognizing the voice as that of Xiang Sao from next door, Jiang Ma turned to whisper to her panting husband, 'Hurry up, you devil, Xiang Sao is here to call me to work.' Then, raising her voice to respond, 'It's you, Xiang Sao. Wait a moment, I'm coming.' She then tightened her abdomen and clenched her vagina a few times.
Jiang Bo was no match for her; he ejaculated immediately. After dealing with Jiang Bo, Jiang Ma didn't bother to clean herself. She buttoned up her cheongsam, quietly settled her husband, and then went out to work.
The young man who had just run out of the house was Jiang Yunlong, now followed by two other youths. Arriving at a larger courtyard house, they were met by a middle-aged man in his forties, effortlessly wielding a shovel weighing forty to fifty pounds, making it clang loudly.
Jiang Yunlong hurried forward to greet him, calling, 'Godfather.' The two behind him said, 'Good morning, Ninth Master.'
Seeing Yunlong, Ninth Master said cheerfully, 'Yunlong, you don't need to go to the docks today. Come with me to take care of something.'
'Godfather, what could be more important than the docks?'
'Haha!'
The two behind noticed Ninth Master laughing again, and Zhou Jin, who had caught on a bit, joked, 'Ninth Master, what’s the big occasion today that’s got you so happy?'
'Hehe, it’s like this, Yunlong, your godmother and godsister are arriving in Shanghai today, so you’re to pick them up at the 10:30 train!'
'So it’s godmother coming, no wonder godfather is so happy.'
'Yes, yes. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, of course Ninth Master is happy today!'
'You little rascal, making fun of Ninth Master!' With that, Ninth Master unceremoniously gave Zhou Jin two loud knocks on the head.
Zhang Bing, on the other side, gloated, 'Well hit, Ninth Master, this kid had it coming, Ninth Master...' His gloating was cut short when he noticed Ninth Master’s glare. 'Oh mommy!' Zhang Bing exclaimed, taking the hint and making himself scarce.
With Zhang Bing gone, Ninth Master’s gaze turned to his godson Yunlong. Not being a fool, Yunlong stammered, 'Godfather, I’ll go pick up godmother!' And with that, he fled.
At Shanghai train station, Zhou Jin held up a sign that read 'Welcome Ms. Lin Yue'e'.
Finding the wait dull, Zhou Jin broke the silence, 'Brother Long, I’ve been thinking about something.'
'What is it?' Yunlong usually ignored Zhou Jin’s teasers, but Zhang Bing was quick to take the bait.
'Hehe, do you think Ninth Master’s daughter looks like him?'
Hearing this, Zhang Bing, recalling Ninth Master’s fan-like mouth, widened his eyes in horror and blinked twice, 'Heavens, if she’s like Ninth Master...'
'Enough fooling around, the train’s here, let’s not lose godmother.' At Yunlong’s words, the two focused on the passengers disembarking.
'Wow... a beauty!' Following Zhang Bing’s exclamation, both turned to look.
The modern woman in a blue short gown and white short skirt gracefully stepped off the train, her searching eyes as clear and bright as autumn water.
The hearts of the three young men were stirred. Zhang Bing and Zhou Jin stared at the girl like wolves, while Yunlong, after a ripple in his heart, calmed down and averted his gaze from the pure maiden.
'What a lovely sister!'
'She... she’s walking towards us!' Facing the approaching girl, Zhang Bing was already speechless.
'Hello, who is Jiang Yunlong?'
Her pleasant voice and gentle, kind smile left Zhang Bing’s soul flying and heart intoxicated.
"I am, may I ask who you are?" Compared to his two dumbfounded friends, Yunlong kept a clear head and politely looked at the speaking young woman.
"So you're my stepbrother, I'm Luo Yun!"
Hearing the young woman's explanation, this was the person his stepfather asked him to pick up. "Oh, it's my stepsister, why are you alone, didn't stepmother come?"
"She's here, we brought a lot of luggage, mother is guarding them in the car."
After understanding the reason, Yunlong called out to Zhang Bing and Zhou Jin, but got no response. Turning around to look at them, they were both in a daze, drooling. So he knocked on their heads twice.
"Ouch... who, who hit me." Zhang Bing, touching his swollen forehead, shouted a few times before seeing Yunlong's mischievous smile and immediately understood. Just as he was about to get angry, a clear laugh made him suppress his anger.
Yunlong smirked, "Zhang Bing, this is Ninth Master's daughter, stepmother is still in the car waiting for us to get the luggage."
With a beauty by their side, the two rushed to the car competitively. Seeing a woman in her forties sitting inside, though middle-aged, she still had her charm, which made them understand why the not-so-handsome Ninth Master could have such a beautiful daughter.
After the family reunion, Ninth Master specially invited Yunlong, Zhou Jin, and Zhang Bing to have dinner at home.
During the banquet, Zhou and Zhang made fools of themselves again, making Ninth Master and his wife laugh non-stop, while Luo Yun kept smiling quietly.
Seeing the woman they admired laughing, Zhou and Zhang naturally tried even harder, leaving Yunlong, who was usually favored by Ninth Master, neglected.
After three rounds of drinks, at the end, Ninth Master held Yunlong's hand and said, "Yunlong, your stepsister just arrived in Shanghai, take her out to have some fun."
Luo Yun, who had been wanting to go out for a walk, was overjoyed to hear her father say that. She cheerfully ran to Yunlong's side, turned around and smiled, "Thank you, Dad, Mom, I'm going out to play with Yunlong." Without waiting for Yunlong to speak, she pulled him away in a flash.
"Xiao Yun! Don't stay out too late!"
Only when they were out of sight did Lin Yue'e turn around, slightly glaring at her husband, "Letting her go out so late, she'll be spoiled by you sooner or later."
"Madam, I did this for you!"
Looking at her husband's shameless expression, "What do you mean, for me?"
"Hehe, as the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. After being apart for so long, it's time for us to reunite."
What nonsense about absence making the heart grow fonder, it's all about that. At this thought, Madame Luo's face turned red, and she immediately spat out, "Shameless old man!"
At this moment, Luo Jiu found his wife increasingly irresistible and quickly moved closer, wrapping his arms around her voluptuous waist.
"Darling, I've missed you so much. Have you missed me?" With that, his roving hands reached under the slit of her red cheongsam, caressing her smooth, round thigh.
A long-lost tingling sensation immediately overwhelmed Lin Yue'e. In her dazed state, she instinctively tried to block the hand advancing toward her inner thigh.
"Don't... mm!" Her resistance was feeble, her moans soft and melodious.
The iron-willed man was set ablaze with desire by his wife, his erection standing tall. With a growl, he lifted Yue'e by her full hips.
Once lifted, Yue'e knew what her husband intended. She lightly tapped his solid chest with her small hands.
This was no resistance; it was pure seduction. Ignoring the tingling sensation her hands caused on his chest, Luo Jiu carried his wife into the bedroom in a few strides.
After tossing the serpent-like woman onto the bed, he pounced on her flushed and breathless body.
Wherever he pressed against her body, he was enveloped in softness and smoothness, kissing and biting every inch of exposed skin like a wolf.
Her responsive moans were joyous, intoxicatingly sweet.
A ripping sound filled the air as the Ninth Master, too impatient to undo the buttons covering her round breasts, tore them apart with a mighty effort.
The blushing Madame Luo exclaimed, "Are you mad? Why tear them?" Before she could finish, the Ninth Master's frenzied kisses landed on her half-exposed breasts, while his hands advanced from her bare thighs toward her core.
"Mm!" Feeling the wolf-like man atop her, his firm member pressing against her belly, and the long-suppressed sexual hunger, she no longer cared about the ruined clothes. All she wanted was the fulfillment of years of longing, embracing him passionately without a second thought.
"Ah..." High-pitched moans, heavy panting, and the sound of fervent kisses filled the room, narrating the long-awaited reunion of the thirsty couple.
Under the brocade canopy, the two individuals, now free from any restraints, returned to their natural state, pressing their naked bodies against each other, engaging in mutual caresses.
The man, with a back as broad as a tiger's and a waist as sturdy as a bear's, finally lifted the woman's plump and rounded thighs, draping them over his hips.
Once their bodies were properly aligned, the hardened tip stood at her entrance. The woman, her hair disheveled, threw her head back, breathing heavily through her nose, her eyes glazed over as she lewdly gazed at her husband's muscular chest.
The woman's towering peaks rose and fell incessantly, her alluring red lips parting and closing intermittently. The throbbing pain below could no longer be contained. With a roar, Ninth Master thrust his member into her moist, glistening cavern.
What followed was a frenzied bout of carnal combat between the man and woman. The wet sounds of their union, accompanied by the mature woman's sensual moans, filled the air as the man, panting heavily, drove his lower body repeatedly into her spread thighs.