Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Liangjiang City, Ren Jianghai, the brother of Ren Jiangshan, was having his own share of excitement.
After finishing a phone call with his wife, Ren Jianghai sat on the sofa and casually picked up a book from the coffee table to flip through. Not long after, as the classical floor clock chimed eight times with a 'dong, dong, dong...', the doorbell also rang. Ren Jianghai got up to open the door, and there stood Associate Professor Wang Yueping, who had visited his office earlier that afternoon, nodding at him with a smile. However, the forced smile on her face could hardly conceal the unease in her expression.
"Professor Wang, it's you. Please, come in!" Ren Jianghai smiled, showing rare enthusiasm as he opened the door to invite Wang Yueping into his home, then casually closed the door behind her.
Wang Yueping watched with a puzzled look as Ren Jianghai closed the door. Seeing him head towards the living room, she noticed the spotless wooden floor and had no choice but to take off her shoes, leaving them at the entrance.
"Associate Professor Wang, your timing is perfect. I was just looking at your document," Ren Jianghai pointed to the file on the coffee table and said, "Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you, Director Ren. You're too kind. I... I'll just sit for a moment and then leave!" Wang Yueping hastily replied.
The corner of Ren Jianghai's mouth twitched slightly as he glanced at Wang Yueping with a smile, sighing lightly before saying, "Professor Wang, that's not very polite of you. Why leave so soon after just arriving?"
Wang Yueping's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "No, no, Director Ren... Please don't misunderstand. It's just my first time visiting your home. Your house is decorated with such taste and grandeur." While offering these compliments, Wang Yueping absentmindedly looked around and had no choice but to sit on the edge of the sofa, noticing no signs of anyone else in the house. Ren Jianghai then walked to one side of the living room where there was a small bar with several bottles of liquor. Watching Ren Jianghai's back, Wang Yueping felt a tumult of emotions in her heart.
"Where is your wife?" Although she had anticipated it, seeing Ren Jianghai alone at home deepened Wang Yueping's unease, and she couldn't help but ask.
"Her? She's on a business trip, always away. This time, she's with the municipal leadership delegation to Germany, for the report on establishing a sister city relationship with Munich. She won't be back for a few more days. Haven't you seen it on TV these past few days?"
"I rarely watch TV," Wang Yueping said, trying to relax a bit. "Usually, when I get home, I read or write a little. But my husband, Lao Ding, likes to watch the news, and sometimes I watch a bit with him."
Ren Jianghai smiled and said, "Isn't that quite nice? By the way, I have some red wine I brought back from France last time. Would you like a glass?"
"Oh? No need to trouble yourself. I don't drink alcohol. Just a glass of water for me, please," Wang Yueping said, but by then Ren Jianghai had already poured half a glass of red wine into two glasses and handed one to her.
Seeing this, Wang Yueping had no choice but to say, "Thank you," and took the glass from Ren Jianghai. Just as she was about to set it down, Ren Jianghai raised his glass. "Here's to Professor Wang... Professor Wang, this wine is quite strong, so no need to rush. Just take it slow, sip by sip."
Wang Yueping usually enjoyed a little red wine and thought a sip wouldn't hurt. So, under Ren Jianghai's gaze, she took a small sip from the glass.
Ren Jianghai also took a sip, then held his glass, smiling as he looked at Wang Yueping. Unlike in the office that afternoon, Wang Yueping had changed into a black knitted long-sleeve top, a pair of ordinary blue women's jeans, and flesh-colored short socks—a rather ordinary outfit. But to Ren Jianghai, who had a particular fondness for middle-aged women, this attire was quite alluring.
Wang Yueping felt a bit uneasy under the gaze of the man nearly twenty years her junior and quickly coughed before speaking. "Director Ren, about what you mentioned this afternoon..."
"Oh... ah... ah! That matter..." Ren Jianghai was momentarily dazed before snapping back to attention at Wang Yueping's words. "Professor Wang, look at my memory... Come with me, I'll show you something." With that, he headed towards the room.
Wang Yueping had no choice but to follow Ren Jianghai into his room. It was a luxurious and spacious master suite, with a large bed in the center, a sizable desk with a computer on it, and a spacious leather office chair in front. On the wall hung a large wedding photo of Ren Jianghai and his wife, Zheng Lu, with a walk-in closet and ensuite bathroom on the other side.
"I'm used to keeping my computer in the bedroom," Ren Jianghai explained. "It's more convenient for getting things done sometimes." As he spoke, he picked up a form from the desk and said to Wang Yueping, "This is the list submitted by your College of Liberal Arts. After you left this afternoon, I called them to hurry up and make sure the list was handed over to our Personnel Department before the end of the day. And here it is, they just submitted it before five..."
Ren Jianghai glanced at the form, then at Wang Yueping, sighed, and handed the form to her, saying, "This year, your college really doesn't have many spots. Originally, there could only be four promotion spots, but I managed to secure two more for your college from other departments. Take a look, this is the result after their discussion..." Wang Yueping had already sensed some hints from Ren Jianghai's expression and tone. With trembling hands, she took the list from him, and upon seeing it, she felt her vision darken. Indeed, among the six names listed for promotion, hers was not there.
"It's a pity, Professor Wang. It seems your college still believes there are more suitable candidates for promotion."
Ren Jianghai said in a tone full of sympathy. In fact, the College of Liberal Arts had submitted this list to the Personnel Department several days earlier, and Wang Yueping was originally on it. But after Ren Jianghai reviewed it, he crossed her name off and asked the college to reconsider their choices. Of course, the college didn't dare to go against his wishes, hence the list now in Wang Yueping's hands.
"This... this isn't fair!" Wang Yueping clenched the list tightly in her hand. This was already who-knows-how-many times she had waited for a promotion, fully believing it was finally her turn this time. Who would have thought... Such long-held hopes shattered just like that, and Wang Yueping couldn't accept it no matter what.
"I... I..." Wang Yueping cried out, "Look at these six people, which of them has been at Liangjiang as long as I have? In terms of contributions and achievements, where do I fall short compared to them?" The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, and Wang Yueping couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
Ren Jianghai put his hands in his pockets, silently watching Wang Yueping. He didn't say a word until her tears were streaming down her face, then he spoke, "To be honest, Professor Wang, personally, I completely agree with everything you've just said..."
Ren Jianghai's words seemed to offer Wang Yueping a glimmer of hope in the darkness. With tear-filled eyes, she looked at him, "Director Ren, you... you must help me... I..."
"Sigh... Although I'm in charge of personnel, the promotion lists are all drafted by the respective colleges themselves. I have no authority to intervene..."
Ren Jianghai's words clearly couldn't deceive Wang Yueping. The personnel department had the authority to decide on the personnel arrangements for all faculty and staff in the university, let alone Ren Jianghai, who wielded significant power in both regions. She quickly responded, 'Director Ren, you can definitely help me. I beg you, this promotion is extremely important for me and my family. I've waited for so many years, you must help me.'
Ren Jianghai took the list from Wang Yueping's hands, glanced at it, and said, 'I must say, your department really doesn't understand how to consider the actual needs of the teachers, sigh... And look at this, the list clearly shows a gender imbalance. The ratio of male to female teachers in the College of Literature is 3 to 7, how can only one female teacher be promoted?'
Wang Yueping nodded repeatedly. The list included seven men and one woman, the only female being Han Li, an associate professor teaching modern and contemporary literature.
'Not to say, Professor Wang, your qualifications and research are among the best in your department, but unfortunately... it's just a bit...' Ren Jianghai paused here, looked up at Wang Yueping.
Wang Yueping looked at Ren Jianghai with eager eyes, waiting for him to continue, but unexpectedly, Ren Jianghai suddenly laughed and said, 'Haha, better not say it!'
'Ah? No, no, please say it, you must help me...'
Ren Jianghai looked at Wang Yueping meaningfully for a while, 'Alright then, since you're so eager to hear, I might as well speak plainly.' As he spoke, he extended his right hand and gently placed it on Wang Yueping's shoulder. Wang Yueping shuddered but dared not move away, only hearing Ren Jianghai say, 'Others have their own strengths, I won't comment on them. But look at this list, both are women, why is it that Professor Han, who is younger and less experienced than you, with fewer works, can be nominated?'
'This...' Wang Yueping lowered her head, her mind filled with images of Han Li's flourishing success in the College of Literature over the past two years. Speaking of Han Li, Wang Yueping couldn't help but feel a bellyful of resentment.
Han Li is a graduate of Liangjiang University. Over twenty years ago, after completing her undergraduate studies, she stayed at the university as a student political counselor. Later, she pursued a master's degree and began her teaching career. Han Li is outgoing and quite attractive, making her quite popular in the College of Liberal Arts. Unfortunately, her academic level is not high, and after many years at Liangjiang University, she has not shown any outstanding achievements in academics or professional work. She struggled as an assistant professor for several years before barely being promoted to lecturer. Moreover, because she never managed to earn a doctorate, she remained a lecturer for nearly ten years. Wang Yueping, who is four or five years older than her, sometimes talks about Han Li behind her back with others, joking that it would be a miracle if Han Li could retire as a senior lecturer, let alone become an associate professor, unless her family's ancestral grave emitted green smoke.
Unexpectedly, more than a year ago, Han Li was suddenly promoted to associate professor, surprising almost everyone. Those in the know dared not reveal the reason, but a few within the College of Liberal Arts knew that the university's personnel department played a decisive role in Han Li's promotion. Ren Jianghai, the head of the personnel department, almost single-handedly pushed through Han Li's promotion based on his personal will. Since then, people have often seen Han Li coming and going from the personnel department's office. Although no one dared to say much, Wang Yueping had heard some rumors about the unusual relationship between Han Li and Ren Jianghai, though she remained somewhat skeptical, especially given the significant age difference between the two.
However, the fact is that since that promotion, Han Li has suddenly become a hot figure in the College of Liberal Arts. Not long after being promoted to associate professor, she is now being considered for a full professorship! Normally, according to Liangjiang University's procedures, one must serve as an associate professor for at least five years to be eligible for promotion to professor. Of course, in this country, many things have uniquely characteristic solutions, and under special circumstances, one can be 'exceptionally' promoted. Clearly, Han Li's promotion falls into this exceptional category.
What makes Wang Yueping even angrier is that Han Li has not yet taken any doctoral courses, which is something Wang Yueping, who has been an associate professor for over ten years and holds a doctorate, finds hard to accept. According to convention, someone without a doctorate degree is not qualified to be promoted to professor at Liangjiang, a top-tier university.
At this moment, Ren Jianghai had already placed both hands on Wang Yueping's shoulders. "Whether it's in academics, professional skills, or educational background, personally, I believe your abilities are superior to Associate Professor Han... oh no, Professor Han..." Ren Jianghai deliberately emphasized the word "Professor," which made Wang Yueping's heart skip a beat. "But!"
Ren Jianghai's tone changed as he continued, "There's one aspect, Professor Wang, where your abilities are far inferior to Professor Han's..."
"Director Ren, what are you referring to?..." Wang Yueping asked uneasily.
Ren Jianghai smiled ambiguously, looking into Wang Yueping's eyes with a gentle gaze, a hint of a sly smile at the corner of his mouth, saying nothing, leaving Wang Yueping to guess. But the moment Wang Yueping saw that look in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel her heart race. "Director... Director Ren... I... I don't understand what you mean..."
"Is this your first time at my home?" Ren Jianghai said leisurely, no longer hiding the desire in his eyes. "Professor Han... she's a regular guest here. Otherwise, how do you think she became an associate professor two years ago? And why was it her turn to be promoted to professor so quickly this time?"
At this point, Ren Jianghai felt it was time to reveal the dagger. His hand gently squeezed Wang Yueping's shoulder. "Life is short, Professor Wang. Opportunities are for those who are prepared. You wouldn't want to let this opportunity slip away, would you? Learn from Professor Han, I guarantee!" He patted his chest with one hand, saying decisively, "With just one call from me, your name, I promise, will appear on this list!"
"You... you mean... you want me to..." Wang Yueping's head was bowed, her face flushed red. Before coming to Ren Jianghai's home, she had not imagined such a scenario. After all, the Ren brothers were known for their romantic escapades, and she had heard many rumors about their affairs with other female staff at the university. But considering she was much older than Ren Jianghai, she thought her worries might be absurd, perhaps overthinking... So, although she had some psychological preparation, Ren Jianghai's blunt proposition was still hard for her to accept.
Ren Jianghai nodded. "Actually, I've had my eye on you for a long time, Professor Wang. Since I met you a few years ago, I've been fascinated by your intellectual charm. It's a pity you've never given me the chance."
Wang Yueping looked at Ren Jianghai, who was significantly different in age from her, and shook her head in disbelief, 'But... we... I am much older than you... Director Ren, you... you've mistaken me for someone else, I... I have a family, I... I'm not that kind of woman.'
Ren Jianghai took his hands away, gave a cold smile, and said, 'OK, I, Ren Jianghai, never force a woman. If you want to leave, go ahead, I won't stop you!' His tone then turned stern, 'However, the world is fair. Sometimes, if one wants to gain something, one must pay a price. You're so educated, surely you understand this principle?'
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Wang Yueping had already turned to leave Ren Jianghai's home, but his final words struck her heart like a devil's whisper. Suddenly, all the rumors about the Ren brothers at the school flooded her mind—each one telling how ruthless and merciless the brothers were to those who dared to oppose their interests.
It was said that shortly after the Ren brothers rose to high positions, many were dissatisfied with their actions and sought to sanction them through legal and institutional means. But as soon as these people made a move, they would immediately face the brothers' relentless retaliation. Two years ago, a young new lecturer, unhappy with the Ren brothers, wrote a report to the Provincial Department of Higher Education exposing their deeds at Liangjiang University. Yet, not two days after the report was submitted, an official document from the Department assigned the young lecturer to the Tibet aid teacher program, and he quickly disappeared from this southern coastal city. A year later, when someone saw him in the city again, the once vigorous young man was on the verge of death, ravaged by various plateau sicknesses and unexplained injuries. He died soon after, and not a single colleague or friend dared to visit him in his final days...
On another occasion, someone posted on a nationally renowned online community 'HaiJiao Forum' under a new ID, revealing some details about the Ren brothers accepting bribes. The post caused a huge social uproar. Li Weimin, the director of the Liangjiang Public Security Bureau, stated during a television interview that they would thoroughly investigate the matter and immediately formed a special task force. Xue Ling, the captain of the Economic Crime Investigation Brigade under the Public Security Bureau, led the team to investigate at Liangjiang University. Shortly after, the police announced the case was solved due to someone turning themselves in. That person was the deputy director of the Human Resources Department under Ren Jianghai, who confessed to fabricating false charges against Ren Jianghai in an attempt to secure the director's position. The content of the post was entirely made up and not factual at all. The deputy director was later arrested according to the law, and no one has heard of his whereabouts since.
From then on, no one dared to challenge the Ren brothers' status...
Those who comply prosper, those who resist perish! Ren Jianghai's personality is well-known within Liangjiang University. Wang Yueping realized that if she walked out of this room now, her career in Liangjiang could very well be over.
Is it all over just like this? After working hard in this university for a lifetime, to be kicked out just two years before turning fifty?
"I... I..." Wang Yueping thought of her family again, of her husband: Lao Ding, a retired military man who, after demobilization in the 1980s, joined Liangjiang University as a driver in the administrative office, specifically driving for the university leaders, earning a meager income. Then she thought of her son, who was about to graduate from college. The boy didn't inherit his mother's academic talent, with very average grades, muddling through four years at an obscure second-tier institution. Now, finding a decent job after graduation is no easy feat for a family like hers?
Wang Yueping felt as if only one sentence kept echoing in her mind: "No, it can't end like this, I must fight..." Unconsciously, she slowly turned around and looked at Ren Jianghai.
"Director Ren... You... You... Help me..."
Ren Jianghai smiled and said, "I really want to help you... but, you have to be willing to give me the opportunity to help... Don't you agree, Professor Wang?" Ren Jianghai sighed and added, "You know, Professor Han... she gave such an opportunity, to me, and to herself... So, you see, no matter how much gossip there is outside, I'm doing everything to protect her. What about you, Professor Wang? Will you give me such an opportunity too?"
Wang Yueping looked at Ren Jianghai's undisguised lustful expression and instinctively grabbed the collar of her dress, trembling as she said, 'I... I'm already at this age...'
Hearing Wang Yueping speak like this, Ren Jianghai was overjoyed, seeing the first major breakthrough in his efforts to breach the psychological defenses of this mature female professor. At this moment, he straightened his face and looked directly into Wang Yueping's eyes, 'Professor Wang, perhaps you're unaware of how much charm you possess? I, Ren Jianghai, have gone to such lengths and spent so much effort on you precisely because I've always been captivated by your mature elegance...'
The love of beauty is innate in women, whether they are six or sixty years old. Any woman would secretly be pleased to receive compliments on her appearance, and Wang Yueping was no exception. She was naturally beautiful. As a female university student in the early 1980s, she was a well-known beauty on campus with many suitors. However, coming from a military family with strict upbringing, her father forbade her from dating during her studies. People's thoughts were simpler back then, and Wang Yueping complied with her father's arrangements. After graduating, she met her current husband, Lao Ding, through a matchmaking session. At that time, marrying a soldier was a trend and considered very prestigious. Lao Ding's family had been poor peasants for three generations, a background that perfectly matched the requirements of her father, who was also a soldier. Without much fuss, Wang Yueping married Lao Ding shortly after graduation under her family's arrangements.
Back then, the reform and opening-up had just begun, and women spent far less effort on grooming compared to today. By the mid to late 1990s, when women in society began pursuing youth and fashion, the traditionally-minded Wang Yueping felt that as a middle-aged woman and an intellectual, it was unbecoming to follow the crowd in chasing such trends. Thus, to this day, Wang Yueping at most occasionally visits a hair salon for a new hairstyle. Places like slimming centers and beauty salons, frequented by many middle-aged women, seem very distant to her.
It was precisely because of this that in Wang Yueping's memory, since her marriage, no one had complimented her on her appearance, especially not men. Therefore, hearing such words from a young and handsome man like Ren Jianghai, though it felt very abrupt, undeniably brought her a slight sense of joy.
Wang Yueping lowered her head, 'But... but... I have a family... my husband...'
Ren Jianghai continued with the same expression, 'I don't mean to offend you, Professor Wang... but I must say, your thinking is really out of touch with the times. The pursuit of happiness should be a right everyone enjoys. You must be familiar with Li Yinhe's theories, right? Both men and women should have the same rights to chase happiness! At your age, if you don't seize the moment to enjoy life, opportunities may become increasingly rare...'
Wang Yueping kept her head down, listening to Ren Jianghai without any reaction. But how well did Ren Jianghai understand the psychology of middle-aged women? He knew that winning over the associate professor with mere words was no easy feat. Even if he had managed to create a crack in her defenses, her walls wouldn't collapse so easily. To fully open the gates of her heart, it was time to employ other tactics.
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Ren Jianghai once again gently placed his hands on Wang Yueping's shoulders. She instinctively looked up to see Ren Jianghai's young, handsome, and domineering face right in front of her. As Wang Yueping opened her mouth to say something, Ren Jianghai's right hand lifted her chin, tilting her mature face upwards before he leaned down to kiss her from above.
A muffled moan escaped from the depths of Wang Yueping's throat, her mind now a blur. The last shred of rationality made her hands push forward against Ren Jianghai, but as they made contact with his body, a surge of heat rose from her abdomen. Unconsciously, her strength waned, and her hands gently came to rest on Ren Jianghai's chest.
Feeling Wang Yueping's response, Ren Jianghai smirked inwardly with satisfaction. The wine he had poured for her earlier wasn't the French red wine he claimed it to be, but a medicinal wine disguised as red wine. The effects of this wine were subtle—it wouldn't intoxicate or cause unconsciousness. Its sole purpose was to stimulate female hormone secretion within two hours of consumption, enhancing a woman's physical response to sexual stimuli. Ren Jianghai had used this aphrodisiac wine on many women before, and by his calculations, the effects were just beginning to take hold.
Ren Jianghai slowly moved his hands down, cupping Wang Yueping's buttocks. She let out a soft gasp as he firmly pressed her against him, his erection, hidden beneath his pajamas, pressing against her abdomen. The intensity of his gaze spoke volumes of his desire to conquer, leaving Wang Yueping staring back at him in a daze, neither nodding in agreement nor voicing any objection. Ren Jianghai then guided her to sit on the edge of the bed before removing his pajamas and underwear, proudly revealing his erection.
Wang Yueping turned her head away, too shy to look at Ren Jianghai's naked lower body. However, he grabbed her right hand and placed it on his erection. At the initial contact with its heat, she recoiled slightly, but after a moment's hesitation, she wrapped her hand around Ren Jianghai's hard erection.
"Is it big enough?" Ren Jianghai was brimming with confidence in his erection, convinced that a virtuous woman like Wang Yueping had never encountered anything as magnificent as his.
Wang Yueping felt the heat emanating from the massive erection in her hand, noting it was more than twice the size of Lao Ding's. As she held it, the fire in her abdomen seemed to rise, spreading a warmth throughout her body. Her hand began to involuntarily stroke the hard shaft back and forth.
As Wang Yueping continued to stroke his erection, Ren Jianghai slowly sat down beside her on the bed. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he whispered softly into her ear, "Have you ever seen such a treasure? Would you like me to thrust it inside you?"
The explicit and vulgar words disgusted Wang Yueping, who had always prided herself on her purity. She immediately withdrew her hand from Ren Jianghai's crotch, struggling to stand up. However, Ren Jianghai suddenly tightened his grip on her shoulder, pulling her face close to his. Staring wide-eyed at him, Wang Yueping was caught off guard as Ren Jianghai pressed his lips against hers. Clenching her teeth, she fought to break free, but Ren Jianghai's strong hands held her head firmly in place. As he leaned his body heavily against her, Wang Yueping let out a startled cry and found herself pinned to the bed. Her scream allowed Ren Jianghai's forceful tongue to invade her mouth.
Once inside her mouth, Ren Jianghai's tongue aggressively entwined with hers. His hands moved from her head to roughly knead her breasts through her clothes, while his erection pressed insistently against her, its hardness and heat palpable even through the thick fabric of her jeans.
This unleashed an unprecedented surge of desire within Wang Yueping. Though her mind resisted, her body reacted contrary to her will. Her face flushed, and her breathing grew increasingly rapid.
"How could this be..." Married for years, Wang Yueping had never considered herself to have strong sexual desires. Even in their youth, she and her husband, Lao Ding, had only been intimate once every week or two, with Wang Yueping rarely initiating. In recent years, their marriage had become nearly sexless, with Wang Yueping only occasionally feeling the need around her menstrual cycle. If Lao Ding was unable to perform, she would simply take care of herself. The thought of being with a man other than her husband had never crossed her mind... So why did she feel such longing in the presence of this despicable man?
Ren Jianghai naturally knew that much of this was thanks to that glass of wine. Regardless, the mature woman before him was already aroused, waiting for him to claim her ripe body. He gently pulled Wang Yueping's black top up from her waist. She feigned resistance by covering her chest with her hands, but with a slight force from Ren Jianghai's left hand, her defenses were parted. A soft moan escaped Wang Yueping's nose as the raging desire within left her arms weak and raised, allowing Ren Jianghai to effortlessly remove the sweater over her head.
Beneath the thin knit top was only a red bra. Ren Jianghai then shifted his focus from her lips to her neck and behind her ears, planting kisses while his hands explored her chest over the bra.
This move was particularly effective, making Wang Yueping's body react even more intensely. Her body twisted, and the moans from her mouth and nose grew heavier.
"Does it feel good?" Ren Jianghai whispered into Wang Yueping's ear, "You've never felt this good before, have you? Be honest with me, isn't that right?"
Wang Yueping felt nothing but chaos in her mind. Ren Jianghai's voice seemed both distant and irresistibly tempting in her consciousness. In her daze, she found herself nodding involuntarily.
With a smug smile, Ren Jianghai said, "Then... what about down there? Are you wet?" As he spoke, he unbuckled Wang Yueping's belt, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down the zipper.
"No... no... let... let me go..." Wang Yueping, her body limp, managed to whisper with the last shred of her rationality.
"Really not?" Ren Jianghai smirked mischievously, "Then I'll have to check for myself!" With that, his right hand lifted Wang Yueping's hips. Knowing his intentions but lost in passion, her body complied, her hips slightly raised. Ren Jianghai's left hand then pulled her jeans down to her knees, revealing the red panties that matched her bra.
At this moment, Ren Jianghai quickly removed Wang Yueping's jeans and threw them aside, then stood up to take off his own pajama top, standing naked before her. Wang Yueping, now only in her bra and panties, instinctively crossed one arm over her chest and the other over her lower body. Before her stood a figure exuding masculine charm, with well-defined chest and abdominal muscles from long-term exercise, and a semi-hard member hanging at his waist, about twenty centimeters long, radiating endless temptation in Wang Yueping's eyes.
Ren Jianghai pulled Wang Yueping by her upper arm to stand up, then embraced her face to face. Wang Yueping, standing about 166 cm tall, was considered quite tall among southern women, yet she was still over ten centimeters shorter than Ren Jianghai. This positioned Ren Jianghai's member right above Wang Yueping's navel. Continuing to explore with his lips and tongue, Ren Jianghai licked her neck a few times before lifting her right hand. Under Wang Yueping's arm was a sparse clump of underarm hair, quite long, indicating she did not have the habit of trimming it. Ren Jianghai was delighted at the sight; nowadays, women often wear sleeveless outfits in summer and usually trim their underarm hair, making it rare for him to encounter such a 'natural' beauty.
With his nose pressed tightly against the beautiful professor's armpit, Ren Jianghai greedily inhaled. Whether it was due to the summer heat or nervousness, Wang Yueping's armpit felt slightly damp and carried a faint scent of sweat, which to Ren Jianghai was the most enticing aroma.
Ren Jianghai proceeded to lick Wang Yueping's armpit, wetting the underarm hair before taking clumps of it into his mouth. Simultaneously, his hands were busy unfastening the clasp of Wang Yueping's bra from behind, pulling it off, and then his right hand grasped her breast.
Wang Yueping no longer resisted Ren Jianghai's advances. Partly because she realized that to achieve her long-cherished dream of becoming a professor, such situations were unavoidable; partly because Ren Jianghai's burly frame overpowered her, leaving her incapable of resistance; and lastly, though she was loath to admit it, her body was utterly captivated by Ren Jianghai's wild and masterful caresses... 'For the sake of becoming a professor, for a better life for my family, just this once...' Wang Yueping found herself an excuse in the depths of her consciousness, and then...
Wang Yueping's breasts were not large, completely enveloped by Ren Jianghai's hands, and being nearly fifty, they had begun to sag slightly, though not yet withered. Yet, this was precisely what Ren Jianghai fancied. His mouth moved from the woman's armpit to her breasts, first teasing the light brown nipples with his tongue, eliciting a startled cry from Wang Yueping, who quickly covered her mouth. Ren Jianghai continued to lick and nibble on her breasts until he felt her nipples harden. 'It seems this older woman, though rarely engaged in sexual activities, isn't that sensitive,' Ren Jianghai mused silently.
But it was time to proceed further. Ren Jianghai's tongue journeyed downward, from between Wang Yueping's breasts to her navel. He curled his tongue inside her navel, licking a few times, quite pleased. As expected of a highly educated individual, her personal hygiene was impeccable, her navel clean without a trace of odor.
Ren Jianghai's tongue finally reached its ultimate destination. He pressed his nose against the fabric covering Wang Yueping's vaginal opening, inhaling deeply several times.
"Ah... ah..." Wang Yueping's face was now flushed red, whether from shame or arousal was unclear, her moans growing louder, her legs swaying side to side as if trying to escape Ren Jianghai's lips. But with a slight tug, Ren Jianghai pulled her panties down to her ankles. Amid Wang Yueping's cries of surprise, he parted her sparse pubic hair, pressing his lips directly against her labia.
"Ah... no... don't touch there..." Wang Yueping's hands pushed against Ren Jianghai's head, but her strength was insufficient to move the robust man away.
"Professor Wang, you have a real treasure here!" Ren Jianghai exclaimed in admiration. Wang Yueping's pubic hair, much like her underarm hair, was long and sparse. Once parted, it revealed her labia majora, which were not particularly thick but remarkably clean. What was even more rare was the absence of the deep pigmentation typical of women her age. While not exactly pink, her labia maintained a clean, flesh-like hue, the most enticing Ren Jianghai had ever seen among the women over forty he had been with.
"How... how can you lick there!" Wang Yueping cried out in shock.
"Huh? Didn't Lao Ding ever lick you here?" Ren Jianghai said, as he used his tongue to part Wang Yueping's labia majora, revealing the tender flesh inside, which seemed to attest to her virtue as a faithful housewife.
Ren Jianghai was right; this was indeed the first time Wang Yueping's private parts were being licked by a man. Even in his younger, more lustful days, Lao Ding had never been willing to lick her there during their intimate moments, let alone in recent years. Wang Yueping had only learned of such a form of foreplay between men and women from watching adult films with Lao Ding to spice up their love life, but she had never experienced it herself.
"It's... dirty... ah..." Wang Yueping twisted her body vigorously, unable to accept the idea of a man licking her there.
Seeing her squirm so much made it less enjoyable for Ren Jianghai to continue. He thought to himself that there would be plenty of time and opportunities to teach her properly later. It was time to move on to the next step!
Ren Jianghai stopped licking Wang Yueping's private parts and moved his head up to plant a kiss on her lips. Wang Yueping caught a faint, musky scent at her nose—the smell of her own vaginal secretions. Normally, someone as cleanliness-conscious as her would never tolerate such an odor, but today was different. Not only did the smell not repulse her, it actually heightened her sexual desire. Without hesitation, she reciprocated Ren Jianghai's passionate kiss, even actively intertwining her tongue with his as they fervently exchanged the fluids in their mouths.
After kissing Ren Jianghai passionately with her eyes tightly closed for a long time, Wang Yueping felt Ren Jianghai gradually move his tongue away. Not fully satisfied, she opened her eyes only to find Ren Jianghai's enormous, over twenty-centimeter-long member right in front of her, its glistening tip pressing against her lips.
"Come on, suck it for me," Ren Jianghai commanded in a tone that brooked no refusal from Wang Yueping. "Do you know how to suck it? Have you ever done this for Lao Ding?"
Faced with this overwhelmingly dominant man, Wang Yueping had no other choice. As she stroked Ren Jianghai's cock, she looked up into his fiery gaze. Whether it was resignation or an uncontrollable desire, she finally let out a long sigh, brought her lips to his cock, and began to gently lick it with her tongue.
Such a light touch could not satisfy Ren Jianghai's desire for conquest. With a slight pressure from his hands on Wang Yueping's head and a thrust of his cock, her jaw relaxed, allowing him to push half of his member into her mouth.
"Mmm... mmm..." Wang Yueping frowned tightly. She was no stranger to oral sex. In recent years, her husband Lao Ding's performance in bed had been declining. On the rare occasions they did it, it often took Wang Yueping sucking him for a long time to get him barely hard. But the cock in her mouth now brought her a completely different sensation—the enormity of the head, the hardness and heat of the shaft were unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
"Yes, just like that, slowly take it deeper," Ren Jianghai enjoyed the oral service from the beautiful associate professor, feeling extremely pleased as his cock gradually penetrated deeper into Wang Yueping's mouth. When about two-thirds of his large cock was inside, he felt its head pressing against the throat of the mature professor, unable to go further. Without hesitation, Ren Jianghai exerted more force on his cock, attempting to push even further in.
At that moment, Wang Yueping suddenly pulled her head back, freeing herself from Ren Jianghai's control and ejecting his cock from her mouth, then couldn't help but cough loudly.
Ren Jianghai sighed regretfully, realizing that expecting a woman to perform deep throat on their first encounter was indeed impossible unless forced. However, the thought of freely enjoying the mature body of the woman before him in the future made Ren Jianghai decide it was better to take things step by step.
"You... cough... I... I... you..." Wang Yueping finally stopped coughing and looked up at Ren Jianghai, her eyes filled with resentment.
Ignoring her protests, Ren Jianghai held Wang Yueping's head, showering her with kisses before flipping over to pin her beneath him once more. Holding his erection, which had just been serviced by Wang Yueping's mouth, he used his knee to part her thighs, positioning his shaft directly at the entrance of the older woman's vagina.
"No... don't..." Wang Yueping continued to squirm, distressed at the thought of the place that had only known her husband being defiled by a second man. Her body offered a feeble resistance, more an attempt to convince herself than to change the inevitable outcome.
"Just wait and enjoy, hehe..."
Ren Jianghai had experience with several married women of this age and understood their psychology. They often viewed their first act of infidelity as a monstrous taboo, not easily crossed. But once a man's penis breached their heavily guarded gates, they usually let go of their inhibitions. Confident in his sexual prowess, Ren Jianghai believed just one encounter was enough to make a woman obsessed with him.
Pressing down on Wang Yueping's squirming body with both hands, Ren Jianghai pushed the head of his penis against the entrance of the older woman's vagina. Feeling the moisture within, he knew it was time to savor the long-anticipated delicacy. "Here I come!" he exclaimed with a wicked grin, thrusting forcefully to bury most of his length inside her.
"Ah!" The elderly woman's heart-wrenching scream was no surprise as Ren Jianghai's fully erect penis, about twenty centimeters long, was inserted more than halfway in one thrust, far exceeding the limits of Lao Ding's penis. Moreover, the thickness and hardness of Ren Jianghai's penis were incomparable to Lao Ding's, making it unbearable for Wang Yueping, who had rarely engaged in sexual activities in recent years. Despite her mental preparation, Ren Jianghai's thrust caused Wang Yueping so much pain that tears burst from her eyes, and she instinctively dug her arms tightly into Ren Jianghai's back.
Ren Jianghai closed his eyes, savoring the exhilarating sensation of the elderly woman's long-neglected narrow vaginal canal contracting and pressing against his glans. This was the effect he desired—a powerful first thrust to make Wang Yueping realize the uniqueness of his penis. He was confident in his technique to quickly make the mature woman beneath him forget the current pain.
"Feels good, doesn't it? My penis is quite something, right? Don't worry, the pain will soon fade, leaving only pleasure. Just wait..." Ren Jianghai kept his penis inside Wang Yueping's vaginal canal for a while before starting slow and gentle thrusts, simultaneously kissing her nipples. Each thrust was only partially withdrawn before being slowly inserted again, each time going slightly deeper than the last. This slow pace of thrusting was perfect for opening up the elderly woman's vaginal canal, which had never been opened for anyone other than her husband.
This approach also seemed to have a miraculous effect on soothing Wang Yueping's soul. After the initial sharp pain of the first insertion passed, this gentle and tender caress made the elderly woman feel a level of consideration she had never experienced before. Just as Ren Jianghai had anticipated, the irreversible fact of being penetrated by another man's penis was laid bare before her, and at that moment, Wang Yueping's emotional knot was also untied.
"Lao Ding... I'm sorry..." This thought echoed in Wang Yueping's mind, but Ren Jianghai's slow yet progressively deeper thrusts made it impossible for her to continue her train of thought.
"Does it feel good this way?" Ren Jianghai noticed that Wang Yueping's secretions were increasing, making his thrusts smoother, and he was thrilled. "We're almost there, get ready to feel amazing!" With that, Ren Jianghai thrust deeply, reaching the end of Wang Yueping's passage, his tip forcefully hitting her cervix.
"Ah..." Wang Yueping let out another moan, but Ren Jianghai quickly sealed her lips with his, his member gently twisting against her core. Wang Yueping felt a surge of warmth from deep within, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Oh? Reaching climax so easily, Professor Wang?" Ren Jianghai smirked mischievously, eyeing the blush spreading across Wang Yueping's chest, his member not slowing down as the large tip pressed against her delicate core, his hips moving to make the hard tip rub against her sensitive spot.
"Ah... huh... huh... ha..." Wang Yueping tried hard to control herself, but her body's reactions made her pant uncontrollably. "You... talk nonsense... ah... I..."
"Ah... Could it be..." From the older woman's awkward reactions, Ren Jianghai suddenly realized, "Could it be... you've never experienced a woman's climax before?"
Ren Jianghai guessed correctly. After so many years of marriage with Lao Ding, their intimate moments rarely lasted more than five minutes, and Lao Ding would always be too exhausted to do anything after ejaculating. Thus, Wang Yueping had never tasted the pleasure of climax before. Today, aided by the aphrodisiac liquor, Ren Jianghai's far superior prowess compared to Lao Ding's, and the skillful caresses she had never experienced, along with the taboo sensation of being penetrated by a man other than her husband for the first time, all contributed to Wang Yueping unknowingly and rapidly reaching her first climax in life.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Professor Wang, this is the taste of climax... Don't worry, this is just the beginning. Next, I'll keep you climaxing continuously, haha!" Ren Jianghai laughed triumphantly, his cock gradually speeding up its thrusts with the lubrication of her juices. Under the impact of the climax, Wang Yueping had already forgotten that the man before her wasn't her husband. She wrapped her arms around Ren Jianghai's waist, actively spreading her legs a bit more. With each in and out of Ren Jianghai's cock, her hips began to sway, and the moans and gasps from her mouth became incessant, growing louder and louder.
After nearly twenty minutes of thrusting, Ren Jianghai noticed Wang Yueping's breathing becoming heavier, her fingers gripping his waist tighter and tighter. He knew the older woman was about to reach her second climax, so he increased the speed and force of his thrusts, moving faster and faster. At this point, he no longer controlled the rhythm, just rapidly driving his cock into Wang Yueping's passage, with almost every insertion hitting her cervix with his glans.
"Ah... ah... ah... ha... ahhh..." After less than a dozen such thrusts by Ren Jianghai, the moans from Wang Yueping's mouth had turned into unmistakable cries of pleasure. Following this series of urgent shouts, the older woman's body suddenly stiffened, trembling slightly once more, as she released her feminine essence for the second time.
Ren Jianghai held his cock deep inside Wang Yueping's vagina, motionless, feeling the rhythmic contractions of the older woman's climax while adjusting his breathing to calm the rising urge to ejaculate. Only after Wang Yueping's tremors had completely subsided did Ren Jianghai pull back his hips, withdrawing his cock, and lay down beside her, both of them panting heavily.
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After resting for a while, Ren Jianghai sat up and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the bedside: "Do you mind? I remember Lao Ding smokes too," Ren Jianghai asked. Seeing Wang Yueping staring blankly at the ceiling with no response, Ren Jianghai lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, then stood up and pulled out a document from the nearby desk.
"Here's what you wanted. I've already signed it, Professor Wang. From today onwards, you're a bona fide professor," Ren Jianghai said.
Wang Yueping took the document from Ren Jianghai's hands, looking at it with a blank expression, as two lines of tears uncontrollably streamed down from her eyes.
"Does it feel particularly dirty to you? Like you've traded your body for it, and now you look down on yourself, don't you?"
Ren Jianghai suddenly spoke up, stood, and walked to the window. He pulled back the curtains, opened the window, and faced it while smoking. This building was the tallest in the teachers' village, and Ren Jianghai's apartment was on the top floor, at least three stories higher than any other, so there was no worry about anyone seeing inside.
"In today's world, people laugh at poverty but not at prostitution, Professor Wang," Ren Jianghai said. "These days, if you have no money, no identity, no status, you're worse than a piece of shit in society. Chastity, integrity? To hell with them! Those hypocrites! They demand others to be chaste and loyal, but which of them isn't engaged in shady dealings themselves? Damn it, just putting on airs!"
Ren Jianghai took a couple of deep drags from his cigarette. "You probably go online too, don't you? Do you think what I'm saying is too one-sided? The masses still hold these noble things in high regard!" He exhaled a long stream of smoke. "Actually, those so-called public opinions online are all just pretending to be righteous. They talk a big game, condemning this celebrity for marrying into wealth or that public figure for cheating, but it's all just the venting of those who are incapable themselves. If you're useless, all you can do is sit in front of a computer and rant. Can't you let people find a punching bag? Given the chance, you'd see those same people rushing to do the same! It's like those angry youths—today they want to nuke Japan, tomorrow they're challenging the U.S. But if a real fight broke out, those same people would run faster than anyone. Don't believe me? Who can't just talk big without any action?"
"I've digressed. I just wanted to tell you that life is short, like grass in autumn. Everyone needs to find their own joy in life." Ren Jianghai looked out at the teachers' building. "Do you remember the big incident a while back? That fire in the old teachers' building on Jiaozhou Road in Songhu City... So many old teachers worked hard their whole lives, and in one fire, it was all gone... People, it's all fate! Look, right after the fire, everyone was talking about mourning and learning lessons. But now? How many still remember that fire? It hasn't even been that long."
At that moment, the cigarette in Ren Jianghai's hand burned to the end. He stubbed it out in the ashtray on the desk, took another one out of the pack, and offered it to Wang Yueping: "Care for one?"
Wang Yueping took the cigarette from Ren Jianghai's hand without any expression. Ren Jianghai was slightly taken aback but still extended the lighter to light her cigarette.
Watching Wang Yueping smoke with ease, Ren Jianghai smiled and lit a cigarette for himself. 'You smoke too?' he asked.
'I smoke when I can't write, but I'm not addicted,' Wang Yueping said. It was the first time she had spoken since Ren Jianghai had slept with her.
'Writing and smoking are inseparable. That's how I started smoking too,' Ren Jianghai said with a smile.
'You write too? What do you write?' Wang Yueping asked.
'Didn't I also graduate from the Chinese department?' Ren Jianghai chuckled.
It then occurred to Wang Yueping that Ren Jianghai had a master's degree from the Chinese department of Peking University, the top of its kind in the country. However, since joining Liangjiang University, he had been working in administration, so few would guess he was also a skilled writer.
'Life's pleasures must be enjoyed to the fullest, don't let the golden cup sit empty under the moon, Professor Wang,' Ren Jianghai said as Wang Yueping finished her cigarette. He walked to the wardrobe and took out a stack of new towels, pointing towards the bathroom. 'You're all wet. Go take a shower. These are new, unused.' He handed her the towel and added, 'Keep the document. You can leave after showering if you wish.'
Wang Yueping did not take the towel. Without a word, she picked up her clothes, dressed quickly, took the document, and walked out without looking back.
'Do you want me to take you home?' Ren Jianghai called after her, but Wang Yueping ignored him, put on her shoes, and left his house.
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Back home, her husband Lao Ding was already asleep. Now working as a driver for university leaders, Lao Ding was often busy and had developed the habit of going to bed early and waking up early.
Looking at her husband's familiar face in deep sleep, Wang Yueping suddenly felt an indescribable sense of estrangement. She stared blankly, tears streaming down her face again, a slight sob escaping her throat.
At that moment, Lao Ding turned over. Startled, Wang Yueping quickly stifled her sobs, wiped the tears from her eyes, and tiptoed softly, careful not to wake her husband, slowly making her way to the bathroom. Closing the door, she turned the water to its strongest and hottest, letting the powerful, scalding stream wash over her body.
The filth from below was washed away by the water, but Wang Yueping's tears just wouldn't stop. After twenty-six years of marriage, her pure body had been defiled by another man besides her husband.
Yet, the robust physique of Ren Jianghai, his massive member, and the ethereal pleasure she felt when he took her remained undiminished within Wang Yueping.
"Life's pleasures must be enjoyed to the fullest, do not let the golden cup sit idle under the moon." These two lines, all too familiar and somewhat clichéd, struck the forty-eight-year-old Wang Yueping with an unprecedented impact today. At forty-eight, how many more days of pleasure does life hold? How many more opportunities to enjoy to the fullest?
"Just now... for so long, how could he..." Wang Yueping blushed at the thought that had crossed her mind, for she had actually considered the fact that Ren Jianghai had not ejaculated in the end during their earlier encounter.