Soon…
Zhao An locked his attention on a woman.
She was about 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, and didn't look 43 at all. Her looks were above average; she had a chubby face with well-defined features and slightly yellowish skin.
She had a high nose, eyes that weren't too big or too small, and although she was thin, her large breasts were firm and perky, almost bursting out even through her clothes.
Her beautiful, yellowish legs, without stockings, were strong and long, making one want to reach out and touch them. Her small feet were well-defined, with ten toes like grapes, making one want to immediately put them in their mouths and suck them.
This beautiful woman's son was named Liu Changye, and he was also in their class.
However, his relationship with Zhao An was just so-so; it was more like he was very familiar with Zhao An…
Zhao An wasn't familiar with him.
It was only because Zhao An was very hospitable and generous, always treating his classmates well.
He would often ask his classmates to do small favors, with a sense of exchange. There's an exchange of give and take; it won't foster a relationship where a single day without a benefit feels like an eternity of enmity.
A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment.
Zhao An understood this principle.
A wise person helps others temporarily, not forever.
It's appropriate to lend a helping hand when others are in trouble, but it's best to know when to stop and avoid creating dependency.
Being a pushover has no future; relationships built on mutual benefit are the only sustainable ones.
Only such relationships last.
Zhao An tapped the sofa armrest, then suddenly looked up at the somewhat bewildered Zhang Chang. "How's your relationship with Liu Changye?"
Zhang Chang thought for a moment, seemingly remembering a classmate. "So-so, alright.
That guy's a closet pervert, likes listening to our dirty jokes, the kind who's all talk and no action.
What's wrong? Did he offend you?"
Zhao An had a good idea. "Tomorrow at school, go buy a book on nude photography, with techniques and various pictures of women's naked bodies.
You know, one of those semi-erotic photography books. Take it to school, then find a chance to show it to Liu Changye."
"Hey, no problem, I'll do it."
Zhang Chang probably expected Zhao An to play a prank, but he hadn't considered the consequences.
Although his mother, Zhao Liying, was Zhao An's woman,
that didn't affect their relationship.
"Okay, go prepare first.
Oh, and if you're free this afternoon, ask him out to hang out and build a good relationship.
Then give him the book tomorrow, preferably so he can read it during class."
A lewd smile crept across Zhao An's lips. To win over a woman, you either start with her or with the people around her.
Liu Changye's father was a seaman, rarely home. Seamen earned a high salary, but there was also a certain degree of prestige involved.
The educational requirements weren't high.
Because he was rarely home, his starting salary was at least ten thousand, even during his internship he earned seven or eight thousand.
Many people wanted to be seamen, but not everyone could.
Low education but high income—there were bound to be corresponding restrictions.
Zhang Chang quickly left after receiving the order, saying goodbye to Aunt Xia before departing.
He'd said goodbye to his mother; the rest of the time wasn't his to do. He'd probably just mess around again.
Aunt Xia nodded, not particularly enthusiastic towards Zhang Chang.
She had already started a new family and was Zhao An's woman.
She could take care of her ex-husband's son, but not too much; she had to consider her husband's feelings.
Besides, she already had a daughter, her precious darling, and her focus naturally fell on her daughter.
"Honey, what task did you give Xiao Chang this time?"
Zhao An walked into the kitchen and put his arm around Aunt Xia's ample waist.
Despite having given birth, her figure remained stunning, radiating mature allure. "It's nothing, wife, let's do it again!"
Aunt Xia coquettishly raised her buttocks, letting the man pull down her panties. "Aren't you afraid of exhausting yourself?"
"For you, I'd do anything!"
Zhao An thrust again, plunging his penis into the mature woman's honeyed depths, savoring the layers of ripe flesh...
Playing with a mature woman in the kitchen—it felt amazing!
In the kitchen, a beautiful, mature woman leaned forward, her voluptuous body arched, one hand on the stove, her lower body, buttocks raised high. Her apron was pulled up to her waist, her lace panties down to her knees, her delicate toes clad in crystal-clear slippers. A man two decades younger than her was embracing the beautiful woman.
Their genitals were tightly connected.
His hard, iron-like penis thrust in and out of the mature woman's honeypot with abandon, the rapid pumping causing her vaginal fluids to foam and stick to the genitals.
"Does it feel good, Auntie?"
Zhao An lewdly continued thrusting, the mature woman's vagina, long deprived of pleasure, filled with a sucking force, as if trying to release all her pent-up desires at once.
Zhao An, that beast, got off easy.
Each thrust brought a tingling sensation, the accumulated pleasure sending a shiver down her spine, leaving her mind blank.