He actively increased the intensity of his thrusting. Without a condom, the sudden increase in speed intensified the pleasure. A tingling sensation erupted in her waist; his hands roughly gripped her large, white buttocks, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against her backside, and his penis plunged in to its deepest point. Semen gushed uncontrollably, wave after wave, all of it shooting deep into Song Huili's body, filling her already mature uterus.
*Pop*, he pulled out his penis, tossed Song Huili onto the bed, and shoved it directly into her mouth, using it as a cleaning tool. He thrust hard a few times, cleaning his penis with saliva, and finally wiped it clean on her wedding dress before leaving. He left the two bridesmaids, dazed from being fucked, resting on the bed. Only their swollen labia, their gaping vaginas, and the nauseatingly strong smell of hormones in the air proved that the intense, visceral battle hadn't been over for long.
Seeing the mother and daughter, both beautiful women attending the wedding, momentarily stunned by his actions, Zhao An's smile grew even brighter. He planned to get them both pregnant sooner or later, making them devoted to him and proving his masculinity.
Song Huili stroked her breasts, which bore red welts from being scratched. Her beautiful legs dangled limply over the edge of the bed, her fair body flushed with a rosy blush, a sight that dazzled the eyes and made every man's penis hard.
"So satisfying!"
"Mom, do you want to take a shower?" Bai Yue had recovered, her expression somewhat languid, her pretty face flushed with an alluring blush, a radiant glow. She was dazzling, clearly having been moistened with semen, and had just been fucked by a man, and quite pleasured at that—this was outrageous.
Song Huili shook her head. "No need. Go wash up. Keep the semen; it'll increase the chances of getting pregnant."
Bai Yuemei leaned against her mother with a charming smile. "Mom, it's so shameful for us to both get pregnant with my husband's child."
"Silly child, this is a blessing." Song Huili wasn't ashamed at all. What's wrong with that? Three generations of a family having sex—that's what's real talent. Mother and daughter having sex is nothing; many rich people do it. It's not like we haven't heard of it.
Zhao An left the guest room and sat down in the hall. He was quickly surrounded by people. The wedding hadn't started yet, so everyone was drinking and eating snacks. Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, taking advantage of the time to talk as much as possible—some currying favor, some winning people over. Everyone was busy.
"Young Master An, please guide me in the future."
"Young Master An, I'd like to toast you."
"Young Master An seems to be in a good mood today."
Zhao An was indeed in a good mood, accepting all the flattery from the Bai family members. "Of course I'm happy to freeload!"
If this were said by someone else, it would be considered cowardly, just someone who knows how to mooch off others. But for Zhao An, it's a different story; it just shows his true nature. A truly genuine person—someone with real talent, even their farts are praised. That's power.
Bai Qiuqin's wedding was naturally different from others; the singers on stage were all big stars. Zhao An looked at the male singers on stage. He had no interest in men; he only felt sexual desire for women. However, he had absolutely no interest in the promiscuous women in the entertainment industry. If he wanted to have fun, he'd cultivate his own; he didn't care for the common, low-class women.
It wasn't that no directors wanted to work with Zhao An; it's just that they weren't qualified. And most importantly, Zhao An only had women for himself; he never engaged in promiscuity. This made him seem somewhat out of place. If it were an ordinary person, or even a moderately successful businessman, they would be ostracized by the entire industry. Even for Zhao An, it was the same.
Zhao An didn't need to beg them at all. If the movie couldn't be shown in theaters, he'd stream it online. If there were pirated copies, he'd hire hackers, hack in, find the location, send people to teach them a lesson, plant some drugs, and give them free lotus seed soup.
He employed a two-pronged approach, responding to any underhanded tricks. He was practically invincible against those who tried to fight him. When it came to underhanded tactics, Zhao An had never been afraid or backed down; he'd face it if they asked.
While chatting, Zhao An observed the women present, selecting his prey. Each woman had brought her wife and children; the youngest of these children was already in middle school. He'd been cultivating them since elementary school, building their close-knit circles, using these connections as a foundation to gradually expand outwards. Anything was fine, the main thing was building relationships. This was something every generation did; the difference was that everyone's age might vary, but not by much. People of similar ages were more likely to have common topics.
Zhao An's eyes were fixed on the beautiful mature women, each one impeccably dressed. His favorite pastime was toying with other men's wives and getting them pregnant; he found it incredibly satisfying. He'd recently taken advantage of a female teacher at school, and the satisfaction he felt was unparalleled.
Bai Huishan, as Bai Qiuqin's aunt, naturally helped with the arrangements. As an aunt, she usually handled more peripheral, trivial matters—that's how women are.
Suddenly, a commotion came from the front door. A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair walked in, accompanied by a middle-aged woman in a cheongsam and high heels, carrying a small handbag. She looked very fashionable and sexy. Her demeanor was both elegant and stylish; her arm was linked with the man's, making them look like a loving couple.
The two were none other than Huang Li, the current head of the Huang family, and Zhou Haiming. The man stepped forward and smiled at Bai Song, who was seated in the main seat, "Haha, Brother Song, long time no see! Congratulations on your daughter's wedding! We must drink until we drop!"
On the surface, they were all smiles, without a trace of malice, completely concealing the fact that the two families had been locked in a life-or-death struggle recently. The fact that the Bai family hadn't been destroyed even with a joint attack from three families, and had even grown stronger, was extremely frustrating. This visit might also have been for negotiation purposes; after all, the previous actions could be attributed to the younger generation's lack of understanding, and it was time for the older generation to speak up and offer their opinions.
They had created their own way out, but no one would pay them any attention. The struggle between heirs could be taken seriously, or it could be dismissed. When there was profit involved, it was real; when there wasn't, it was just child's play.