Eliminating the seed of desire is not a matter of a day or two; it requires finding a regular "friends with benefits." If she doesn't want to just find any man…
Therefore, Jiang Yingji's choices are actually very limited.
So, one night, Jiang Yingji's car quietly arrived at the Luo family's gate.
It was a passionate lovemaking session. Even the dim light couldn't hide the shimmering, milky-white skin. Her mysteriously alluring black hair, as dark as the night, cascaded slightly disheveled over her smooth, fragrant shoulders. Her full, firm breasts, rounded and pert like ripe peaches, swayed and rippled with each movement, creating waves of soft, snowy flesh.
Her rosy, erect nipples rose and fell, swaying incessantly, occasionally releasing glistening beads of sweat like shattered jade. Her moans were like those of a nightingale, her cries like sobs, overflowing with intoxicating desire.
Her slender waist swayed, her round, firm buttocks rising and falling, supported by her incredibly long and beautiful legs. Between her legs, the smooth, white mons pubis was clearly visible, without a single hair. Her plump, snow-white labia parted, revealing tender, red flesh that glistened breathtakingly, holding a not-so-thick, yet incredibly erect penis, which kept swallowing and releasing, drawing out even more viscous fluid…
The pleasure of ejaculation made his heart pound like a drum. That feeling of being completely drained, of his very soul being sucked away, was something he had never experienced since marrying and sharing a bed with his wife, Luo Qingying.
The two entwined on the bed until they rolled naked on the floor, their bodies scattered among the disheveled skirts and underwear. Legs pressed together, cheeks rubbed, breaths and moans mingled, sweat and fragrance mingled. He held her curvaceous, slender, and alluring body, like smooth, creamy jade, in his arms, and as they kissed, he looked at Jiang Yingji's face, a blush of desire mixed with deep sorrow, loneliness, and longing.
The profound shame and sense of transgression towards his friend, mingled with the intense excitement of fulfillment, surged through his spine like a strange electric current, sending waves of pleasure through his brain, leaving him dazed and intoxicated.
Their lips met, soft and sweet as fresh water chestnuts, their breath warm and fragrant…
He frantically sucked at the sweet saliva in Jiang Yingji's mouth, finally understanding what it meant to be as sweet as honey; inserted into her narrow, winding, wet, and sticky vagina, his penis sucked and squeezed intensely, even without thrusting, it felt like a burning, numb, and painful sensation. For the first time, he experienced what it meant to be unable to stop, to be utterly captivated.
When he ejaculated his hot semen deep into her vagina, the sense of transgression reached its peak, mixed with a deep shame of possessing his friend's widow, causing a strange tremor that lingered for a long time…
After that night, Jiang Yingji remained for a long time, her expression dejected, occasionally gazing sadly into the distance.
But Luo Shaoliang, standing beside her, could not forget the alluring sight of her flushed face, trembling legs, and soft, tearful moans during their climax. Time truly is a great healer, a cure for all ills. Later, with each meeting, even his occasional, slightly cheesy sweet talk would bring a smile to her face; and she would deliberately wear clothes he liked…
Now, he eagerly anticipates each week, desperately longing for that beautiful figure.
But now, Jiang Yingji is late for the first time, leaving Luo Shaoliang feeling empty and lost. Even burying himself in documents and work all day couldn't bring him any peace.
"Ding…"
Staring out the window for a long time, Luo Shaoliang walked to the desk and pressed a small red bell.
Soon after, a driver approached and respectfully asked, "President, where are you going?"
Luo Shaowen hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed self-deprecatingly. He always deceived himself with words like "unavoidable" and "she took the initiative," but wasn't he the one who most eagerly awaited that moment?
"Go to Yingluo Manor."
…
Before and after President Luo Shaoliang's car left the Luoshen Building, another Maybach emerged from the underground parking garage. The screen lit up, the automated navigation system took over, and the ambient lighting inside the car shifted to a soft azure blue. The scenery outside the window smoothly changed.
Luo Xuetang wore an exquisite women's dress. Her jet-black hair was styled in a bun that revealed her swan-like neck, adorned with simple yet elegant diamond hair accessories and sparkling white gold earrings. Yet, none of this could overshadow the dazzling beauty of her alabaster-white skin.
Her breasts were high and firm, perfectly shaped like peaches, creating a deep, alluring cleavage. Judging from the round, full shape of her breasts, resembling teardrops, and the way they swayed and trembled with each step, one could roughly guess that beneath the thin silk dress lay a pair of undisguised, perky breasts.
Then there was her deep, slender waist, so shapely and compact, and her broad, rounded buttocks, resembling a large, plump pear, which accentuated her waist, making it seem almost fragile. Her long, shapely legs, encased in black stockings, were crossed, their lines exceptionally exquisite. One left foot was slightly raised, revealing the smooth, delicate instep of her cleavage in a lacquered red high heel. The slight swaying of her foot with the bumps of the road created a silent yet alluring temptation, enough to captivate any man's gaze.
Qin Yan was no exception, and naturally… so was I.
Xue Tang's indifferent gaze swept over us. Qin Yan and I both turned our heads, our eyes meeting briefly. He immediately revealed a malicious expression, while I returned his gaze expressionlessly.
After the martial arts competition that day, we were both hired as Xue Tang's bodyguards, but our relationship hadn't improved at all. I could sense a strange hostility from Qin Yan towards me; his eyes held fear, resentment, and disgust. It seemed I was his enemy, and I had so many missing memories—I didn't even know my own name, let alone what grudge I held against him. So I simply adopted the same attitude of ignoring him.
Fortunately, in front of his employer, Luo Xuetang, he seemed to be able to restrain himself and didn't attack her.
"Miss Luo, where are we going?"
Suddenly, Qin Yan gave me a warning look, then moved closer to Luo Xuetang. His arrogant face even had a slightly comical fawning expression. It was clear he was truly intimidated by Luo Xuetang's beauty and aura.
Luo Xuetang glanced at him, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said, "To discuss some business."
It seemed that Luo Xuetang harbored a slight wariness towards him, and I could also sense it…
Today, her gaze had seemingly swept over me unintentionally many times, and sometimes, when she turned her head, she would lightly bite her red lips, her eyes revealing a hint of doubt and resentment. "I will definitely protect Miss Luo."
Qin Yan seemed oblivious to the slightly aloof smile on Luo Xuetang's face. He plopped down beside her, his thigh brushing against her ample, rounded buttocks. A flash of disgust crossed Xuetang's eyes, and her long eyelashes fluttered as a wisp of her gaze drifted towards me.
I was somewhat confused. After a moment, Xuetang lightly bit her red lips, her exquisite body suddenly relaxing, her alabaster shoulders resting slightly against Qin Yan.
Qin Yan immediately showed an expression of being flattered. Truly breathtaking beauty can make heroes abandon their resolve, strong men relinquish their pride, and scholars abandon their aloofness…
If Tang Lanyan had suddenly nestled against Qin Yan's chest, his reaction would likely have been even more dramatic.
In their presence, arrogance and haughtiness?
Can they feed you?
Most importantly, it's about having a beautiful woman in your arms, enjoying her warm, soft, and smooth body!