An Hong sighed, her silk-stockinged legs wrapping around the man's waist, pulling him towards her. "Shoot inside!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt waves of heat wash over her lower abdomen. The amount of semen was so vast, even her uterus couldn't contain it…
It was constantly expanding, accommodating the semen.
*Pop!* Zhao An pulled out his penis. Her swollen, red labia majora, completely everted, the cleft resembling a canyon.
Her vagina was still twitching slightly, forming an opening too small for an egg to close. The writhing clitoris expelled the remaining semen, dripping down her anus onto the pillow!
Her thighs were propped up on the table in an M-shape, a typical expression of post-coital bliss. Combined with the cascading semen between her legs, she looked every bit the wanton, slutty woman!
Zhao An was also slightly out of breath…
Looking at the beautiful mature woman he had ravaged to the point of daze, he felt an immense sense of pride.
He lit a cigarette, then embraced the now-sleeping An Hong. The night sky outside the window was beginning to lighten, it seemed dawn was approaching.
Unconsciously, he had actually fucked An Hong all night!
An Hong had truly been fucked until she passed out. Even a long-deprived mature woman like her couldn't withstand Zhao An's onslaught; one could imagine how monstrous his stamina was now.
Moreover, his semen was incredibly vigorous, almost 100% live sperm. Once ejaculated into a woman's vagina, it was difficult not to get pregnant; even if she wasn't naturally pregnant, she would be forced into conception.
The room was filled with smoke…
Zhao An's face was hidden behind the smoke, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He hadn't slept with many women in the village this time; they were all mature women, with only one relatively young woman in her late twenties.
He thought about it: an elderly woman in her sixties, impregnated by his rape.
The thought alone aroused him.
He rarely slept with older women; the occasional fling was fine.
Judging by the time, the women at home were almost due, and he should go back.
After all, young models were definitely more enjoyable than farm women. Coming here wasn't just about satisfying his tastes; it was also about witnessing the disintegration of a family.
Large families rarely last a century; not every heir is exceptional.
Even exceptional heirs inevitably encounter rivals.
Wealthy people are often promiscuous, producing many offspring.
Once the elders die, many of these offspring will fight tooth and nail for their inheritance. This isn't just about disregarding the family…
It's about not being able to secure their own livelihoods; who would care about the family then?
After all, people are selfish. To survive, you need money. As for the family, if there are no people, what kind of family is it?
The Huang family patriarch has died suddenly, inevitably plunging the family into turmoil.
Moreover, the will clearly states that the entire estate will be left to his eldest grandson, Huang Yu.
Among the second generation, Huang Yu's uncles and aunts hold no shares, only some cash to live on.
The patriarch was very clear-headed; all resources must be concentrated in the hands of a capable heir.
Especially now, when things are so turbulent.
Dispersing the assets further would plunge the Huang family into utter ruin.
His thinking wasn't wrong; a single blow can prevent a hundred.
However, this will is chilling, utterly disheartening—this is the reality of large families!
"Young Master An, heh heh, they're fighting."
Huang Meng's shrill voice rang out on the phone. A eunuch's voice is always sharp and unsettling.
It sounds utterly sinister.
The chilling aura emanating from the voice itself was repulsive.
An Hong pouted slightly, turning to embrace Zhao An; she was exhausted.
Even for a woman, being sexually assaulted in bed is tiring.
Zhao An stroked his classmate's beautiful mother's shoulder, a lewd smile playing on his lips as if he'd imagined something amusing. Looks like he'll have some fun when he gets back!
"How are things on your end?"
"Thanks to Young Master An, I'm running my own business; it has absolutely nothing to do with the Huang family."
Huang Meng's voice held a hint of relief. Who would have thought the old man would be so ruthless?
"I'll be back in a while. By the way, what about your father's shares?"
Zhao An suddenly realized something. Had he given them all to his grandson, not even to his son?
"It all went to Huang Yu; no one else got a single penny.
My dad's a good-for-nothing, good at maintaining the status quo, but lacking any ambition.
If it weren't for those people giving in to the old man's name, they would have already started plotting against him."
Huang Meng had no affection for his father; he blamed him for being too biased.
He would prove everyone wrong.
Even a eunuch can make a name for himself!
"Oh, then let them fight over it."
Zhao An lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
He wasn't worried about any problems; he had many ways to protect himself.
Besides, as long as he didn't interfere in other businesses, no one dared to touch him.