"Have you seen A Ling today, you little rascal?"
Jiang Yunlong had just returned home when his mother grabbed him by the ear. Not slow on the uptake, he immediately realized something had happened to A Ling and hurriedly asked, "Mom, what's wrong with A Ling?"
"It's all because of the trouble you've caused, you little brat. A Ling hasn't come home yet!"
A Ling wasn't on night shift today, and she still hasn't come home? At this thought, a sense of foreboding washed over him, and he dashed towards A Ling's house.
Seeing the door was open, A Ling's mother was sitting there, weeping in sorrow.
Yunlong approached Aunt Zou to comfort her, saying, "Aunt Zou, don't worry. I'll gather the guys to go look for her."
Zou Ma, terrified and grief-stricken over her daughter's absence, stopped crying upon hearing Yunlong's words and said, "Yunlong, I'm counting on you for A Ling's sake. With no man in the house, I'm at a loss with this situation!"
Yunlong patted Aunt Zou's back, which was heaving from sobs.
Feeling a bit more composed, Zou Ma looked at Yunlong with gratitude and hope.
Understanding Aunt Zou's silent plea, Yunlong thumped his chest and declared, "Aunt Zou, don't worry. I'll turn all of Shanghai upside down to bring A Ling home." With that, he turned to leave.
Just then, a fragrant scent wafted towards him, followed by the appearance of a woman in a red silk cheongsam. Seeing that familiar face, Jiang Yunlong was puzzled. This woman, dressed like a wealthy lady, looked so much like A Ling.
"You?" The woman entering showed no reaction to Yunlong's query, walking past him expressionlessly into the room.
"Mom, I'm home." The familiar voice and those words made Yunlong realize it was indeed A Ling.
Baffled by her attire, Yunlong was about to ask for an explanation when a strong body shoved past, pushing him towards the door, followed by several others. Steadying himself, he saw they were armed soldiers. "What's going on here?"
A middle-aged officer, quite unattractive, approached the panicked Aunt Zou, suddenly grinning widely and saying, "Hello, Mom!"
Seeing a man roughly her age calling her 'Mom' with a menacing look, Aunt Zou immediately feared her daughter was in trouble. Her maternal instincts kicked in, and she quickly stepped forward to shield her daughter.
Mother's love is the greatest. Facing a man who could easily frighten her into fainting, Zou Shen, with her lips trembling and pale, said, 'Don’t talk nonsense, I’m not your mother!'
'Hehe, Mom, don’t joke around. A Ling is mine now, I’ve come specifically to deliver the betrothal gifts!' After saying this, he snapped his fingers, and several soldiers carried in a box, which when opened, was filled with shiny silver dollars.
Looking at the dazzling silver dollars, Zou Shen remained unmoved and said, 'Judging by your demeanor, you must be a high-ranking official. Our poor family is not worthy of you, please take your money back.'
Just as Da Huzi was about to say something in response, Jiang Yunlong couldn’t hold back anymore and said, 'Zou Shen told you to leave, so leave quickly, what’s all this nonsense!' After saying this, he swung his fist and charged towards Da Huzi, but before he could reach him, a cold iron pipe was pressed against his forehead.
'Kid, tired of living? If that’s the case, I’ll send you back to your hometown!'
Facing the fierce young officer, Yunlong roared back without backing down, 'Damn it, if you have the guts, shoot me today, or else I’ll teach you a lesson!' With a click, the young officer immediately pulled back the safety on his pistol, and it seemed Yunlong would be dead on the spot.
'Don’t kill him!'
The voice was tender yet filled with sorrow, and it belonged to none other than A Ling.
'Hehe, madam, why plead for that ignorant brat?' Da Huzi, with a sinister smile, walked up to A Ling, his hairy hand reaching into the slit of her cheongsam, fondling her plump thigh to his heart’s content.
'He’s my friend, don’t you…'
Witnessing everything before him, Yunlong interrupted A Ling’s plea with a roar, 'A Ling, don’t beg him, at most it’s death today.'
On her pale, pretty face, she forced out a bitter smile.
'Yunlong, give up on this idea, I will never like you, you’re poor and incompetent. Shi Zhang and I are deeply in love, there’s no need for you to meddle. It’s not that I want to save you, I’m afraid your death would sadden Aunt Jiang.'
Hearing A Ling’s heartless words, Da Huzi laughed triumphantly.
'A Ling!' Just as Yunlong was about to say something, Zou Shen also walked over.
'Yunlong, you should give up on this idea, don’t ruin our mother and daughter’s chance at wealth and honor.'
'Zou Shen?' Yunlong stood there dumbfounded.
'Very well, very well! Mother-in-law, my humble self sees that your dwelling is in shambles, why don’t you come with us!'
'Alright, I’ll go pack my things now!'
The bearded man, while massaging A Ling's thigh, glared at his subordinates and said, 'Hurry up and pack the young mistress's luggage!' Then, turning to the stunned Yunlong with a smile, he said, 'Kid, I'll let you off today. Your grandpa's name is Ma Changxiao. If you have the guts, come find me!' With that, he wrapped his arm around A Ling's slender waist and left laughing.
The place was empty, leaving Yunlong alone in a daze. 'Why is Sister A Ling such a woman? Why is Auntie Zou, who was always so kind, someone who covets wealth and status? Why am I so useless!'
The roar of thunder echoed, with lightning crisscrossing the night sky!
Inside the black car, a beautiful yet haggard face looked out the window, seemingly gazing at the stormy night of Shanghai, but her thoughts were already far away.
'Yunlong, will you hate me? You surely will, because I humiliated you like that.' At this thought, the beautiful woman's eyes clouded over.
'Will Yunlong look down on me? He surely will, because in your heart, I must be such a shameless woman, chasing after wealth without any sense of decency.' Tears, now uncontrollable, streamed down her fair face along with the relentless rain outside the window.
In the midst of her sorrow, the woman felt a hairy hand moving between her legs, attempting to undo the button at her waist. A Ling, already in a bad mood, was about to shout to stop him when she thought, 'Mom is sitting right in front next to the driver. This beast dares to... He has no shame, but I can't afford to be shameless.' After this internal debate, she remained silent.
With the woman not resisting, Commander Ma easily removed the restraint at the girl's waist, his hands sliding over her smooth skin, especially the fine hair deep at the root of her legs, which aroused his boundless lust.
He quickly pulled A Ling's waist towards him, pushing her upper body against the window with his other hand. Positioning her rounded buttocks as much as possible towards himself, he then tore off her only underwear and immediately inserted his middle finger into her tender flesh, exploring back and forth.
As something entered her lower body, A Ling couldn't help but want to cry out. Remembering her mother was nearby, she quickly put the back of her hand into her mouth, letting her teeth sink into it as she endured the waves of tingling pleasure.
After diligently fingering the tight flesh for a while, a cool liquid secreted, soon enveloping his finger in a vast sea.
Commander Ma withdrew his fingers from the moist crevice, coated with the lustful fluids of a woman.
"Heh, already this wet, seems it's time to get serious." With his desires and thoughts in perfect harmony, he began to unzip his pants, and with a sound neither crisp nor dull... his already excited and restless cock sprang out.
The owner of the raging serpent pressed it against the damp area between the rounded buttocks.
The round, bald head began to explore the moist slit, quickly finding its target. The slight gap at the front urged it, under its master's command, to thrust in abruptly.
"So good, the tight embrace of tender flesh, and her mother is right there! I must fuck her to death in front of her mother." Thinking this, Commander Ma worked even harder, pulling out and thrusting in his thick penis vigorously.
Due to the position, although it couldn't make much noise, there were still slight, crisp sounds.
Especially the sound of the penis pulling out wet from inside made Ah Ling frown even more. At the same time, she had to suppress her own instincts; the powerful penis mercilessly rubbed against every inch of her burning vulva, the unbearable pleasure making her bite her pearly teeth even harder, yet the bleeding back of her hand did nothing to lessen the deadly pleasure.
Just as she was about to cry out in pleasure, a figure appeared in the depths of her soul.
Jiang Yunlong! Once she recognized that figure, all physical pleasure shut down. The fierce thrusts could no longer stir even a ripple in her, and the vagina that naturally secreted divine waters gradually dried up.
Commander Ma also felt it and tried several times to turn the tide, but to no avail. Finally, after a few trembles in the gradually drying vagina, he ejaculated spots of semen.
After the wild ejaculation, he was too weak to continue, so he could only pull out his softened penis and lie back on the seat, panting and resting.
After everything was over, Ah Ling returned to the real world, her lower body aching as if torn, all because of the earlier dryness. She slowly fastened the open waistband, concealing the white, round, and sexy flesh within the silk cheongsam.
Commander Ma could only sigh in resignation; now, his spirit was willing, but his flesh was weak.
Although the battle between the two was as light as could be, how could the two experienced individuals in front not know what was happening.
The driver at the wheel wore a strange smile on his lips, while Zou Ma's eyes streamed with silent tears, her heart aching unbearably for her ill-fated daughter.
No one knows a daughter better than her mother. She was well aware that her child had given up her freedom for Yunlong.
"Heavens! Why must you treat Ah Ling so cruelly?" The woman, who had always been devout, began to curse the unfairness of the gods.
Amid the night's rain and howling wind, another white car moved slowly through the darkness.
In the back seat sat a voluptuous woman, gazing idly out the window at the passing scene.
Hmm? Though it was just a fleeting glance, she was certain she had seen someone lying in the rain as they passed by.
"Mr. Zhang, could you please back up a bit?" At her words, the driver reversed the car and, following her directions, reached the spot.
But as soon as the car stopped, before anyone could understand what was happening, the voluptuous young woman had already stepped out.
Watching her back as she braved the rain to get out, the driver called out in confusion, "Miss Xu?" He was about to follow when the woman was already returning, supporting someone.
The person was either knocked out by someone or a starving vagrant from out of town who had fainted there.
"Miss Xu is so kind-hearted, but in such heavy rain..." Thinking this, the driver quickly jumped out of the car, strode to the woman's side, and took the unconscious man from her.
The woman, staggering under the weight, gave the driver a radiant smile once she was relieved of her burden.
How beautiful she was! Driver Zhang's blood surged with warmth. He swiftly carried the man to the car, opened the back door to push him in, then turned to help the drenched Miss Xu into the car. The entire sequence was executed flawlessly. After closing the back door, he leaped into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and they were off.
Now, Miss Xu took a closer look at the man lying unconscious on the ground—no, more accurately, a boy, whose somewhat mature appearance was easily seen through by her, a songstress who had met countless people.
The heavy smell of alcohol. This youth couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen. Why would he drink to such an extent? How could a young person be so careless with his health. After a moment of reproach, her jade-like fingers brushed aside a few strands of the boy's hair.
Though the boy before her was unconscious, his contorted handsome face stirred a pang of sorrow in her heart.
"Such a pained expression!" Moved by pity, she couldn't help but cradle his twisted square lips with her delicate hand. The intoxicated boy, soothed by her gentle touch, found his facial expression of pain easing.
One heartbreaking event after another befell the woman, as the man's body began to tremble in an orderly fashion and then curled up. His pallid complexion and slightly parted, bluish lips told her that the man was not only suffering mentally but was also physically very fragile.
The warm hand resting on his pale cheek began to rub gently. Stirred by this warmth, the young man moved slightly before suddenly pulling its owner into a tight embrace.
Having been cold for so long, he was now holding onto a source of warmth and was naturally reluctant to let go. His grip tightened, and their bodies became increasingly inseparable.
"Hmm!" With a quick, light gasp, Xu Manshi felt the difficulty in breathing.
Being held by a boy like this, even though she was experienced, made her face flush with a fiery heat.
In her shyness, she thought to push the man away, but upon seeing the young man's pallid face and the peaceful, comfortable expression as he held her, she softened and allowed him to keep her close.
Watching the boy's face gradually grow serene, along with the strange feeling of being tightly held against his chest, she felt herself getting lost in the moment.
After a soft sigh, her plump, jade-like arms quietly wrapped around the young man's back.
The clattering sound of the iron gate being opened snapped Xu Manshi out of her thoughts. She glanced at the man in her intimate embrace and then at the driver's back in front.
Not wanting to be seen by others, Xu Manshi gently pushed the unconscious man in her arms away. The cold air invaded his body once more, and his slightly improved complexion twisted in discomfort again.
Sighing at the sight, Xu Manshi's heart ached for him. But...
Before she could think further, the driver had already opened the car door, picked up the unconscious boy, and rushed towards the Western-style building. As he ran, he directed the servants. Seeing this, the Xu family immediately sprang into action—boiling water, preparing charcoal fires—quickly filling the large Western-style building with warmth.
As soon as she got out of the car, Zhang Ma came over and urged, "Miss, go take a hot bath quickly, or you'll surely catch a cold!"
"I'm fine! Ah... Achoo!"
Seeing her young mistress sneezing repeatedly, Zhang Ma widened her eyes and said, "You say you're fine, but you're already catching a cold. Go take a hot bath now. As for the young man, leave it to us old women; don't you worry about it."
Seeing how things were, Xu Manshi didn't argue and obediently headed to the bathroom. Upon entering, she was immediately enveloped by the hot steam, driving the cold air that had been wreaking havoc inside her body away.
Gently undressing, her fair and voluptuous body was revealed without reservation as the mist dispersed.
Her graceful body slowly immersed into the steaming water, a chill rushed from her heart to her head, then dissipated into nothingness. The disappearance of the chill brought Man Shi an unparalleled sense of relief, so she stretched out her arms to pour hot water over her jade-like thighs extending from the bathtub.
Thinking of that young man, she no longer lingered in the bath. After lightly applying jasmine soap, she hastily finished. Dressed in a yellow silk pajama and tying the ribbon, she came downstairs.
Infinite spring scenery was contained within this pale yellow silk garment, under her damp hair, her handsome face was so enchanting.
And where the silk garment bulged, vaguely... the passionate man dared not look anymore, dared not think anymore, hurriedly lowered his head and said, 'Miss Xu, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first.'
'Mm, Master Ma, thank you for today.'
Hearing her permission, the driver hurriedly escaped.
After dismissing the driver, Man Shi followed Nanny Zhang to the room where the young man was resting.
By then, he had been fed several bowls of hot soup, his damp clothes had been changed, and he was lying on a comfortable large bed. From his peaceful snoring, Man Shi could easily tell he was fine now.
'Mm, the way he sleeps gives a sense of happiness, why is that?' Puzzled by her own thoughts, she couldn't understand, but the man's snoring gave her an infinite sense of security.
Having grown up in the strange circles of Shanghai, although she was already famous in Shanghai and immensely wealthy, she always felt something was missing in her heart.
With a headache from thinking, she gently lay beside the boy. Smelling his even breath, she couldn't help but press her cheek against his rising and falling chest, feeling the heartbeat there.
How peaceful!
'Oh my!' With a strange cry, the drunken man finally woke up. When he realized he was lying on a comfortable large bed, he was already in a daze. Plus, when he randomly pushed and grabbed something soft, he discovered he was sleeping in a woman's room, and... thinking of this, he quickly lifted the blanket to look inside.
'Oh my god!' Another scream, it turned out his clothes had been changed into someone else's.
After his face turned bitter, he almost looked up to the sky and sighed, 'Could it be that Jiang Yunlong is saying goodbye to his virginity like this?'
"Stop being so full of yourself, kid." Jiang Yunlong turned towards the voice to see a maid, pouting at him.
"What are you saying, you brat?" It seemed Yunlong was back to his lively self after the drunken stupor. His current demeanor showed he had moved past the shadow of A Ling.
"Hmph, what nonsense were you spouting earlier! Who cares about your virginity! As if my lady would fancy you? Hmph!"
"What's with all the 'hmphs' in one sentence?" Though Yunlong considered himself a gentleman, he wasn't above bantering with girls. He shot back, "If you didn't care, why were all my clothes changed? And!" Remembering his underwear had been changed, his face turned red, and he couldn't bring himself to continue.
"You ungrateful wretch, if it weren't for my lady's kindness in rescuing you from outside, you'd have frozen to death on the street." The maid's scolding jogged Jiang Yunlong's memory of his drunken state and the events that followed.
"What a sharp-tongued maid, never letting go once she's got the upper hand. 'You vile creature, if not for my lady's kindness, you'd be dead by now, yet you dare to slander her character. Are you trying to extort money by tarnishing her reputation? Why so silent now? Hit a nerve, didn't I? You despicable coward.'"
Hearing this, Yunlong's face turned crimson with embarrassment, yet he found himself at a loss for words.
At that moment, Xu Manshi woke up just in time to hear the maid's 'despicable coward.' "Who's a despicable coward? Feng Er, you mustn't be so rude." She then turned to look at Yunlong.
"How beautiful!" Though Yunlong wasn't lustful or promiscuous, he still had an appreciation for beauty. Upon seeing Xu Manshi in full, he couldn't help but marvel from the bottom of his heart.
Her bright, spring-like smile, paired with her clear, sincere gaze, made Yunlong feel intoxicated all over again.
"How are you feeling now? Is there anywhere you're still uncomfortable? And what's your name, and..." For some reason, Manshi found herself wanting to know more about this young man, leading her to fire off a series of questions.
Under the gaze of the stunning beauty, her red lips parting to release pearls of words, Yunlong was overwhelmed. "I-I'm fine, no problem!" He then noticed Feng Er pouting nearby, holding what were unmistakably his clothes.
"Ah!" With Feng Er's exclamation, Yunlong snatched the clothes from her hands and bolted out the door.
"Thank you, sister, for saving me. I'll repay your kindness generously in the future!" With those words, he dashed out of the Xu residence like a gust of wind.
"Hey, what's your name?" Unfortunately, Yunlong could no longer hear it!
"Miss, his name is Jiang Yunlong."
Upon hearing this, Man Shi thoughtfully repeated "Jiang Yunlong, Jiang Yunlong," then silently gazed in the direction Yunlong had fled.
After escaping from the Xu Mansion, Yunlong steadied his nerves, looked around, and, fortunately familiar with the road, jogged home.
Finally reaching the doorstep, he heard his mother's voice: "You old fool, Yunlong hasn't come back yet. Aren't you worried?"
A lazy voice replied, "Woman, will you ever stop? You've been asking non-stop since last night."
An displeased female voice immediately cut off the man's reply: "What do you mean stop? Isn't Yunlong our son? Aren't you worried about him at all?"
Seeing his wife was truly angry, Uncle Jiang from the inner room quickly appeased her with a smile: "Honey, don't be mad. Yunlong isn't a kid anymore; it's fine if he doesn't come home for a night. Besides, it's not the first time!"
Hearing the old man say this, though not entirely satisfied, it was enough to calm her down, so she stopped talking and turned her back to Uncle Jiang.
The early hours are when one's spirit is most vigorous. Having been woken by his wife, he began to feel a certain desire. Initially, because she was worried about Yunlong, he held back. Now that she was calm, it was time to...
Action speaks louder than desire. Uncle Jiang's hand reached around his wife's side to fondle the soft, cotton-like round breasts, lingering on the proud peaks' pearls with delight.
Outside the house, Yunlong, moved by his parents' conversation, was about to knock when he suddenly heard his mother exclaim, "You old fool, what are you groping for? Go to sleep!"
"Woman, it's almost dawn; who's sleeping now?" he said, deliberately pressing his firm lower body against the plump valley, moving back and forth in friction.
After several frictions, Aunt Jiang gradually became excited. "You old fool! Mmm... Ah!" After a spit, she let him have his way on her chest, emitting sounds of pleasure in rhythm with the hands kneading her breast pearls.
Yunlong outside was no fool and quickly understood what was happening. Blushing instantly, he cursed silently, "Shameless old man!" before quietly leaving.
How could the couple inside know their son had returned home? They continued busily with their unfinished business.
After some exploration, the couple was brimming with spring passion, their desires burning fiercely.
Under the covers, Jiang Bo swiftly turned his wife over, pressing her onto her back beneath him.
Then, parting her plump thighs, he raised his aged dragon towards the meaty cave of his wife, who was in the prime of her life. With a forceful thrust, he entered her, then employed his time-honored technique of moving back and forth.
"Oh... husband, you're amazing, you're killing me." It seemed Yunlong's absence was a blessing, as Jiang Ma felt free to moan loudly without restraint.
Encouraged by his wife's words, Jiang Bo redoubled his efforts, sliding his slick, aged spear in and out, swaying left and right. Though not entirely satisfied, Jiang Ma generously moaned with abandon.
"So full... so thick, oh, be gentle!" she cried, slapping and swaying her plump hips. After several vigorous shakes, Jiang Bo let out a final roar, releasing wildly. As he withdrew weakly, his thick semen spilled over his wife's belly.
After his release, Jiang Bo lay weakly atop his wife, savoring her soft body. But the pleasure was short-lived. The sticky fluids inside and on her made her uncomfortable, and she heartlessly pushed the poor old man off.
Watching her round and sexy buttocks disappear from view, a sense of helplessness washed over Jiang Bo's heart.