Chapter 4: The Tender Uncle

"You're back. You must be tired today too."

That night, when Feng Tian pushed open the door and came home, the one who greeted him was once again Jiahui's gentle smile. Her voice was soft, calm, just as it always was.

Her husband looked at the woman in front of him without the slightest suspicion.

To him, Jiahui was still the same elegant, considerate wife, wearing that familiar smile, no different from any other day.

"Jiahui, you look beautiful today."

Feng Tian smiled as he praised her, his voice full of warmth.

"Eh...?"

Jiahui blinked in surprise, a trace of panic flickering across her face.

If it had been any other day, she probably would have taken her husband's words as polite flattery and let them pass with a smile.

But tonight, those words stirred something wicked and uneasy inside her, leaving her unable to calm down.

"Really? I don't think I look any different from usual..."

She answered softly, trying to keep her voice steady, but her gaze wavered slightly, and the complicated emotion in her heart was impossible to hide completely.

"Is that so? Maybe it's just my imagination."

Feng Tian chuckled and didn't press the matter.

He had no idea that the wife standing before him was desperately suppressing the tremor in her heart, trying her best to keep a calm surface.

Meanwhile, the lingering memories inside Jiahui were quietly surfacing. What had happened during the day kept flashing through her mind like a ghost.

Her body still seemed able to feel Feng San's touch, and in her ears she could almost hear that breathless whisper.

But all of it had to be locked away deep in memory and become a secret forever-

A secret she could not, and dared not, share with anyone.

She looked at her husband in front of her and forced a smile, doing everything she could to press down the restless stirring in her chest.

(All of it... forget it... forget everything...)

Jiahui told herself with iron resolve, over and over again, trying to bury that day's memory deep inside her.

Time slipped by soundlessly.

A few days passed, then several weeks.

Life returned to its original calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

During the day, even when it was just her and Feng San alone at home, Feng San never came near her again.

He still shut himself away in his room, as if deliberately avoiding her, acting no differently than before.

(Uncle must be reflecting on it too...)

Jiahui thought quietly to herself.

As time went on, the unease in her heart gradually faded, as if that wild entanglement had only been a distant dream.

Her life slowly settled back into peace, and she even became certain that she would eventually manage to forget everything that had happened that day.

But things were not nearly as simple as she had imagined.

The calm on the surface was only a thin disguise. The tremors and memories hidden in her heart had never truly vanished; they were just churning quietly beneath the surface like an undercurrent.

That day had already become months ago.

Feng Tian, who had come home unusually early, finished dinner and stood up to head for the bathroom.

Looking at her husband's back, Jiahui reminded him gently, "You look really tired. Relax properly and soak in the bath slowly."

She watched his weary expression with concern.

After Feng Tian left, Jiahui began clearing the table. She moved with practiced ease, carrying the dishes to the sink, rinsing them while thinking about her husband's busy work, worry faintly showing on her face.

The sound of running water drifted softly from the kitchen, filling the room with a warm, lived-in feeling.

But in that quiet moment, a hand suddenly landed on the curve of her hip.

The palm was broad and warm, carrying a force she could not ignore.

Jiahui's body stiffened at once, and the dishwashing stopped in her hands.

"Little Jiahui... you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

Feng San's voice came from behind her, low and tinged with a mocking amusement. It brushed against her ear and made her heart clench hard.

She couldn't make a sound. Her throat seemed blocked by something, and she froze there in shock and fear.

The faucet hissed on in the silent kitchen, sharp and hurried, as if amplifying every beat of her heart.

And at the other end, the faint sound of her husband showering drifted through the thin wall, reaching her ears and making her feel even more uneasy, even more panicked.

Feng San's hand began to move, carrying a kind of aggression she could not ignore.

His rough palm kneaded slowly at her buttocks, pressing firmly as if he meant to memorize every inch of her soft flesh.

Without hesitation, he hooked up her skirt, exposing the curves hidden beneath the fabric, his movements skilled and rough, as if he meant to claim her whole body.

"No, stop..."

Facing forward, Jiahui's voice came out thin and trembling as she struggled to suppress the panic and shame in her heart.

She wanted to stop Feng San, wanted to shake off his disgusting touch, but she could not move. She could only stand there stiffly.

But Feng San showed no sign of stopping.

His movements became even more reckless, carrying a dominance that did not allow refusal, pinning her body beneath that invasive touch.

His hand clamped over her underwear, rough fingertips sliding along her soft skin, and with blatant intent he began to stroke the most private part of her without restraint.

The other hand slipped beneath the hem of her blouse, caressing her full breasts through the fabric, his fingers teasing and roaming across her chest.

"Uh..."

Jiahui shivered. In an instant, the memory from that day seemed to surge back through her body like electricity. Familiar pleasure rushed up uncontrollably, making her body tense and unable to move.

She bit down hard on her lip and tried desperately to stay clear-headed, shaking her head slightly, trying to break free of Feng San's control.

"No... you can't... Ah Tian will find out..."

Her voice carried a trembling plea, filled with both fear and shame.

"Don't worry. He just went in to shower. He takes forever. He's been like that since he was little."

Feng San's voice was low and unhurried, as if he had everything under control. The ease in his tone, as though he knew her husband that well, made Jiahui uneasy, but she had no way to argue back.

The moment he finished speaking, Feng San suddenly grabbed her underwear and yanked hard. The fabric slid down from her hips in an instant, all the way to her ankles.

A chill swept through Jiahui's body, and in that instant all her shame and panic surged to the surface.

"Don't do this... don't!"

As if the shock of Feng San's actions had finally jolted her awake, Jiahui fought back violently, both hands shoving at him with all her strength, trying to break free.

But her resistance was weak beneath Feng San's palm. That familiar sense of despair and submission rose over her once more, trying to drag her back into the abyss of desire.

"Little Jiahui... is your body already aching for it?"

Feng San's voice carried a low, seductive pull as it brushed against her ear, his tone teasing and provocative.

His rough fingertips gently stroked along her thigh, sliding slowly up the smooth skin. The warm contact made her body tremble slightly, and a strange, intense sensation flashed through her entire body like an electric current.

When his fingertips touched the most private part of her, her body instantly tightened.

But Feng San did not stop. Instead, he thrust two fingers inside her with merciless force.

"Mmm..."

Jiahui couldn't help letting out a faint moan. Shame and pleasure were tangled together in that sound, and a faint flush rose to her face.

Warm moisture wrapped around Feng San's fingertips, slick and familiar, and he couldn't help letting out a quiet laugh.

"Just as I imagined..."

His fingers began to move viciously inside her, sliding in and out with intrusive force. Every thrust made Jiahui's body grow tighter, pleasure spreading a little more through her core.

"Ah... no... no..."

Her voice trembled in resistance as she stood there, head shaking slightly, trying to escape the pleasure rising through her.

She twisted her body, trying to get away from Feng San's touch, but she could not shake off the deep stimulation and need. Her body struggled between helplessness and pleasure as if trapped in a nightmare she could not wake from.

Her underwear was ripped away roughly, and the skirt was fully hiked up from behind, exposing Jiahui's beautiful butt completely to the air.

Feng San's fingertips moved over her from behind without mercy, carrying a punishing force as they fiercely attacked her most sensitive spot.

"Uncle... ah, no..."

Jiahui's voice shook with irresistible shame as she tried to suppress the need rising from deep inside her body.

Her body wanted to run, but Feng San held her firmly in place. She could only endure wave after wave of pleasure that left her weak.

"Little Jiahui... look at you. Aren't you getting turned on?"

Feng San's voice was low and teasing, with a trace of mocking amusement, as if he were laughing at how weak her resistance had become.

Jiahui gripped the sink in front of her so hard that her knuckles went white, standing rigid in place.

Even though she resisted in her heart, her body betrayed her. Her waist arched backward on instinct, pushing her hips closer to Feng San as if welcoming his touch.

Feng San's fingertips were nimble and sly, expertly sliding through her exposed sex again and again, sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful, leaving Jiahui completely unable to resist the pleasure.

His other hand was not idle either. It slipped under her arm and came up from behind, deftly unbuttoning her blouse.

Button after button came undone, revealing Jiahui's pale, full breasts, bare under Feng San's hand.

His fingers stroked her chest slowly, teasing her nipples until her body grew even more sensitive beneath his control.

"Mm..."

Jiahui bit her lip and let out a helpless moan, feeling her body swallowed by a fire made of desire and shame. Lost between pleasure and struggle, even the last trace of reason inside her began to crumble under Feng San's touch.

"See, Little Jiahui... your nipples are already hard..."

Feng San's voice was low and seductive as his fingers lightly pinched and rolled her nipples, and the sensitive points instantly reacted beneath his caress.

"Mm... no..."

Jiahui bit down on her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress the tremors in her heart and the reactions of her body.

Reason told her she could not sink any deeper, but the pleasure in her body made it hard to control herself. Under Feng San's teasing, a soft, wanton moan slipped out of her.

(No... I can't... this can't happen again... absolutely not...)

She kept warning herself in her heart.

But every time that thought surfaced, the throbbing in her body made her struggle weaker and weaker. Shame and pleasure entwined deep inside her, dragging her toward the abyss.

Her husband was at home.

That fact briefly snapped Jiahui back to reason, and she fought to steady the desire surging up through her body.

"No... Ah Tian is here..."

Her voice was full of pleading and panic as she tried to stop this absurd entanglement.

But Feng San suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth, not allowing a single sound to escape.

Her resistance was brutally suppressed, and she could only follow his lead as he slowly parted her legs, exposing the most private part of her body.

"Ah...!"

Jiahui gasped despite herself, sensing Feng San's dangerous intent. She shook her head desperately, her body trying to twist away, but it was useless.

Somehow Feng San was already bare below, his hot, hard shaft pressing straight against her private flesh.

That aggressive tip slammed hard from behind, mercilessly spearing into her body and pushing all the way into her most sensitive depths.

At that moment, Jiahui's body went rigid, pleasure and fear surging through her like electricity.

"Mm..."

Her moan was muffled by Feng San's palm, but it still spilled from between her lips, trembling with helpless pleasure.

Her body was completely under his control and had nowhere to run.

Feng San's hand clenched tightly around her waist and yanked her toward him without mercy. His hard length sank deeply into Jiahui's wet heat, buried to the hilt.

The sudden invasion tore a cry from her before she could stop it.

"Ah!"

Standing there, her body arched slightly backward under the intensity of the pleasure, her voice sweet and pained at once.

Feng San began to move his hips slowly, the rhythm starting gentle before gradually quickening. Every thrust drove another surge of fierce pleasure through her.

Jiahui's body seemed to wake again. The memory of that day rose once more in her mind, and her reason was slowly swallowed by the familiar bliss.

Her body began to match Feng San's rhythm without thinking, rising and falling with the motion of his hips, broken moans spilling from her mouth.

"Ah... ah..."

The sounds grew more urgent, more lost.

"Little Jiahui, how does it feel?"

Feng San asked in a low voice, his tone warm with mockery, as if he meant to take her completely into the grip of his desire.

"Ah... ❤️ Mm... ❤️"

Jiahui's voice shook, tangled with pleasure and shame, her face flushed red from the pleasure.

"How is it? Being violated in the kitchen... does it feel good?"

Feng San's voice drew closer to her ear, every word carrying heat, burning away a little more of her reason.

"It feels good... this feels so... so good here..."

Jiahui's voice was nearly choking on itself. Her body was ruled by the climbing pleasure, completely trapped in the whirlpool of flesh Feng San had brought with him, unable to pull herself out.

But just as Jiahui was about to be swallowed by that pleasure, a familiar voice suddenly came from deep inside the bathroom.

"A Hui, the shampoo's missing. Where is it?"

Her husband's voice sounded especially clear in the quiet room.

Jiahui's body froze at once, and reason was dragged back in a single instant. Fear and shame flooded her heart.

Pierced from behind by Feng San, Jiahui trembled slightly from the strain of pleasure and tension, but she forced her breathing down and desperately kept her voice steady.

"The face wash... it's by the cabinet under the sink..."

She bit down hard on her lip, her voice so faint it was almost impossible to hear, trying to hide the trembling in her body.

"Huh? Where? I can't hear you."

Feng Tian called out loudly from the bathroom, his voice puzzled, apparently not noticing anything strange in the kitchen at all.

"By... by the cabinet under the sink... there... there..."

Jiahui held back the moan that threatened to spill out, her heart filled with shame and panic.

Her voice wavered, as if it could be swallowed by the pleasure at any moment.

Just then, Feng San's movements turned even fiercer, making Jiahui almost lose her balance. Instinctively, she reached one hand behind her, trying to push his body away.

"Don't move... please... don't move..."

Jiahui pleaded under her breath, almost in supplication, begging Feng San to stop.

But Feng San had no intention of stopping.

He suddenly tugged hard, pulling Jiahui's blouse down off her shoulders and stripping her upper body completely bare, leaving her breasts fully exposed beneath his hands.

His palm kneaded her chest without mercy, and his hips slammed harder and harder, dragging her completely into the whirlpool of pleasure.

"Ah... ah... so good..."

Even as she fought to hold it back, Jiahui's voice still slipped out on its own. Under Feng San's control, her body could not resist, and that pleasure made her nearly suffocate, unable to stay calm for even a moment.

"Jiahui, what's wrong... are you okay?"

From deeper in the bathroom, Feng Tian's voice came again, carrying concern and suspicion, as though he had noticed something strange in her tone.

"Mm, mm... it's nothing..."

Jiahui tried to steady her breathing, but her voice trembled slightly, and an unnatural flush spread across her face.

Her hands clutched the sink tightly, her knuckles paling as she tried to recover a shred of reason from the rising tide of pleasure.

"Thanks, I found the shampoo."

Feng Tian's voice from the bathroom turned relaxed. He seemed to have noticed nothing at all.

"Right... that's good..."

Jiahui answered softly, her voice mixed with breaths she could no longer hide.

Her heart was full of contradiction. She was afraid her husband would discover everything, yet under Feng San's violation, she was also beginning to lose herself.

The sound of the door closing came then, and Feng Tian's presence seemed to disappear back into the bathroom, leaving Jiahui alone, trapped in that endless mix of desire and tension.

As if trying to unleash the lust she had held back for so long, Feng San began to drive his hips even more violently. The brutal thrusts made Jiahui's body sway helplessly back and forth.

"Ah!... Ah!... So good!..."

Jiahui's voice grew higher and higher. Her reason had long since been thrown aside. She had abandoned every trace of wifely restraint, and the pleasure made her cry out in direct, filthy delight.

Feng San's hands kneaded her full breasts without restraint, the roughness of his palms rubbing against her skin. Every caress sent a fresh wave of tingling pleasure through her body.

His fingers were nimble and practiced, endlessly teasing her nipples and making her even more sensitive.

His other hand reached for her lips and pressed against them with a gentle but forceful touch.

Jiahui obediently opened her mouth, shamelessly sucking on Feng San's fingers, her tongue licking lightly over his fingertips with an allure that was impossible to resist.

At the same time, her waist arched backward, actively meeting Feng San's thrusts, her body responding to his violation with complete submission.

"Little Jiahui... how is it?"

Feng San's voice was full of smug satisfaction and teasing as he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Ah... so good... no... it's too... too good..."

Jiahui's voice was sweet and broken, trembling with a helplessness she could not control as her whole body writhed in that extreme pleasure.

"Little Jiahui, louder. You can do it, right?"

Feng San chuckled softly, his hips moving with even greater force, as if he meant to drive her completely into the abyss of desire.

"Ah... in a place like this..."

Jiahui answered with difficulty, her voice overflowing with shame and need. She could hardly believe she was making such a wanton sound in the kitchen, while her husband was in the shower.

Feng San lowered his head and kissed her lips, and that hot, fierce kiss swallowed every sound she made.

Jiahui's eyes shone with a hazy light. Her breasts were brutally kneaded by Feng San, her waist and his were locked together, and the rising and falling motion made it almost impossible for her to think.

(Ah... yes... I can't take it anymore...)

At that moment, Jiahui's thoughts were completely swallowed by pleasure. She could clearly feel the climax closing in, as if it were about to burst at any second, making her body tighten even more.

"I can't... I can't take it..."

Jiahui's voice grew more and more urgent. Pleasure surged over her like a tide, and her body became harder and harder to control, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Just then, Feng San said in a low voice:

"A Tian should be coming out soon, right..."

That calm voice, edged with a hint of urgency, sounded right beside her ear.

With that anxious remark, Feng San suddenly stopped thrusting, then gently pulled his cock out of Jiahui’s body, leaving her empty and trembling as she still struggled in the unbearable wave of pleasure.

"Mmm~~~❤️"

Jiahui’s voice came out soft and ragged, drenched in obvious need as it spilled between them.

Feng San’s hand moved swiftly and expertly, turning her body so she was facing him.

Their eyes met in that instant, and a wordless heat flared between them.

He lowered his head and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth without hesitation. That hot, intense kiss threw Jiahui off balance at once; she could only cling tightly to him and let his tongue coil around hers.

"Mm..."

Jiahui gave a faint, helpless moan, unable to stop herself from responding to the kiss that left her dizzy.

Feng San’s palm slowly covered her breast, his fingers kneading skillfully and stirring a pleasure she could hardly resist.

At the same time, his hard cock pressed tightly against her lower belly, its heat and firmness impossible to ignore.

Jiahui’s hand slipped unconsciously toward that wet, rigid length, her fingers closing around the throbbing shaft. The touch made her heart race and her face flush at once, shame and desire tangling together in her chest.

"Little Jiahui... is it that hard?"

Feng San whispered teasingly, amusement thick in his voice, clearly enjoying her reaction, his eyes full of possessive hunger.

"Ah... so big..."

Jiahui’s voice turned into a low murmur, embarrassed and dazed, as if the sight before her had swallowed her whole and stripped away every last trace of resistance.

"Little Jiahui... tonight, come to my room."

Feng San’s voice was low and forceful, carrying an unquestionable command as he leaned close to her ear. The tone held such blatant temptation that it sounded as if he already knew she would surrender in the end.

"Uncle... no... I can’t do something like that..."

There was a faint hint of resistance in Jiahui’s voice, but she could not hide the involuntary tremor in her heart.

At that moment, her reason looked fragile and powerless; her wavering gaze held both anticipation and unease.

"Ask your body... what it wants, and your body will tell you..."

Feng San whispered softly near her ear, his seductive, overbearing tone like a spell aimed straight at the deepest part of her hidden longing, slowly breaking down what little reason remained.

Then he disappeared from in front of her in an instant, leaving Jiahui standing there alone, his scent still lingering on her, the touch in her hand still burning hot, every inch of her body answering that unfinished stir of desire.

Jiahui was still trembling faintly, her overheated skin retaining the memory of his touch.

She hurriedly straightened her disheveled clothes, her fingers shaking slightly from tension as reason and lust battled fiercely in her chest.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Just then, Feng Tian came out of the bathroom.

"Jiahui, I guess I was really too tired. I got so muddled I even forgot where I put the shampoo."

Wiping his hair, Feng Tian gave a helpless smile, his voice full of fatigue and relief. Looking at her husband’s unguarded expression, Jiahui felt a sour ache rise in her heart.

He had no suspicion at all, and hadn’t noticed a thing that had just happened.

Guilt and relief surged through Jiahui at the same time, and she forced out a smile to answer her husband.

Not long after, Feng Tian was lying in bed and soon gave off a faint snore, sinking into deep sleep.

Jiahui stared at the ceiling and couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.

In the end, she got up and spent a long time showering in the bathroom, trying to wash away the traces on her body and the lingering anxiety and restlessness in her heart with hot water.

Yet even as warm water ran over her skin, it could not wash away the desire carved deep into her soul.

When midnight was nearing, Jiahui, her hair still damp, carefully watched her husband in the bedroom.

His breathing was steady and long, with the occasional faint snore as he slept soundly beside her.

Jiahui listened for a long time, confirming that Feng Tian had truly fallen into a deep sleep.

But what echoed in her ears was Feng San’s voice instead, low and seductive, as if guiding her step by step toward the abyss.

Every inch of her body had become sensitive because of that voice, and the deepest part of her private place still throbbed hotly with a dull ache, aching for a satisfaction she could not name.

Jiahui’s heartbeat grew faster and faster, and in that instant reason was swallowed by desire. She gently lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and walked barefoot across the cold floor.

She hesitated for a moment and glanced at her sleeping husband, confirming that he hadn’t stirred, then quietly pushed open the bedroom door and stepped into the dark stairwell.

The darkness below felt like a silent summons. Jiahui walked step by step toward that shivering unknown, toward the place where Feng San was waiting.

Her heartbeat was fierce and chaotic, as if it might burst out of her chest. Her breathing turned quick and unsteady, her body trembling faintly.

She grew hot all over in a way she could not control, aching for a satisfaction she could not resist.

Even though reason kept warning her from the bottom of her heart, she still walked forward without hesitation, as if she were toyingly sinking into the edge of desire itself.

She quietly reached the door, holding her breath and listening, making sure there were no signs that anyone else was awake.

The air was so still it felt as though she could hear her own heartbeat.

She hesitated for a moment, but that irresistible urge would not let her stop.

Jiahui gently pushed the door open and slipped soundlessly into the dark room.

The door closed softly behind her, and the room fell into silent darkness.

She took a few steps forward, and the moment she stopped, Feng San wrapped his arms around her from behind, his heated skin pressed tightly against her back.

"Little Jiahui, I’ve been waiting for you a long time."

Feng San’s voice was low, full of scorching desire, and the familiar tone made Jiahui’s body tremble faintly.

She was certain he was naked, that blazing heat passing through the thin fabric and into every inch of her skin.

Before she could react, the clothes on her body were stripped away by Feng San in one swift motion, leaving her bare and helpless before him, naked like something newly born.

Feng San’s hands roamed over her body without restraint, filthy and practiced as they fondled her exposed breasts, his fingertips kneading deftly and bringing wave after wave of tingling pleasure.

"Mm..."

Jiahui’s voice rose weakly in the dark, her body twisting involuntarily, unable to resist the pleasure born from his fingers.

"Little Jiahui... how do you want to do this?"

Feng San asked softly in her ear, his voice thick with teasing temptation. Every word seemed to carry flame, burning her reason to ash.

"Uncle, don’t... don’t bully me..."

Jiahui’s voice shook, carrying a trace of pleading, yet even more obvious was the desire and helpless resistance she could not hide.

"You want this, don’t you?"

Feng San’s tone held amusement, laced with an overwhelming sense of control, as if he had seen straight through her deepest longing.

"Please... don’t make me say it..."

Jiahui’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. Shame and desire fought fiercely inside her, and though she could not bring herself to say it, she could not resist that fierce craving either.

In the end, she turned around and took Feng San’s lips on her own initiative. Their mouths sealed together, and the fierce kiss ignited in the darkness, tongues tangling as if they wanted to devour one another.

In that instant, the line of reason and morality collapsed completely. Jiahui sank into the dark, throwing herself into that abyss of lust she could no longer pull herself out of...

Under Feng San’s urging, the two of them moved step by step toward the window, the air heavy with tension and heat.

The faint light outside spilled in through the thin curtains, outlining their entwined silhouettes.

Jiahui stood by the window, both hands braced against the glass, her body leaning slightly forward.

From behind, Feng San forcefully pressed her waist downward, making her stick her hips up.

Her body twisted with his strength, a blush of shame and desire blooming across her face.

"Little Jiahui... spread your legs a little wider."

Feng San’s voice was low and teasing, carrying a command she could not refuse.

"So embarrassing..."

Jiahui murmured under her breath, shaking her head shyly, but she still obediently spread her legs little by little, taking up a posture that left her nowhere to hide.

Her body trembled faintly, shame and pleasure twisting together inside her.

Feng San’s hand reached straight into her private place without hesitation, his fingers sliding gently yet firmly into those already soaked folds.

The warm, wet sensation made Feng San’s breathing quicken, and his fingers teased her from within with practiced, dominating strokes.

"Ah~~~❤️"

Jiahui could no longer hold back. Pleasure made her voice turn sweet and breathless, and her whole body arched slightly as her legs trembled uncontrollably.

"You’re always this wet?"

There was excitement and provocation in Feng San’s voice, and the movement of his fingers grew even more intense.

"Hurry... hurry..."

Jiahui’s voice was full of need and urgent impatience, both hands gripping the window frame tightly as her body instinctively pushed back, pressing herself closer to Feng San’s hand.

Her hand slowly reached back and closed around the already hard shaft between Feng San’s legs.

It was burning hot to the touch. That rigid cock pulsed in her hand, its frightening hardness making her heart jump.

She gently stroked the hard length, her fingers gliding again and again, craving the union that was about to come and drag the two of them deeper into the whirlpool of lust.

"Because of you, little Jiahui... I’ve been like this ever since just now..."

Feng San’s voice was saturated with desire. His hand gripped Jiahui’s waist tightly, his fingertips digging deep into her skin as if he meant to hold her firmly in his arms.

"Here I come, little Jiahui."

He said it in a low voice, that tone carrying an authority she could not refuse.

Jiahui gave a slight nod and bit her lower lip, her eyes clouded with dazed submission.

Her body trembled faintly from anticipation and pleasure, openly baring itself before Feng San.

Feng San suddenly thrust his hips forward and drove his hard shaft into Jiahui’s wet pussy in one forceful motion, burying himself completely inside her.

"Ah!"

Jiahui let out a muffled cry, her body instantly arching as she instinctively pressed her palm against the cold glass, her neck tilting back, her voice shaking with pleasure, completely unguarded.

Feng San gave her no chance to catch her breath. His waist began to move at once, every deep thrust urgent and domineering, taking over her body completely.

"Ah... ah..."

Jiahui’s voice was sweet and broken, rising higher with every one of Feng San’s thrusts.

Pinned against the window, she felt every inch of her skin ignite under desire, unable to escape.

"And A Tian is still home... what a bad wife you are..."

Feng San chuckled in her ear, his tone full of mockery and control, as if he were savoring her struggle and surrender.

"Please... don’t say that..."

Jiahui begged in a low voice, yet there was a hint of pleasure she could not hide. Her tone was tangled with shame and desire, and even she could not tell whether it was resistance or longing.

"See? How is it... you’ve never been treated like this before, have you..."

Feng San’s movements grew even fiercer. His hands slid from her waist to her chest, fondling her soft breasts and pulling her naked body tightly into his arms.

Jiahui could only let his palms roam over her body. Pleasure rolled in like tide after tide, leaving her unable to stand steadily, forcing her to lean against Feng San as she swayed and rocked in the whirlpool of sensation.

Their naked bodies pressed together so tightly there was no gap between them.

Every deep thrust made her body tighten further, lust sparking between them like wildfire, staging a fierce and endless entanglement by the window.

Jiahui’s breath echoed through the quiet room, her body drenched in sweat from passion, her hot temperature coloring her skin with a faint red glow and a seductive sheen.

Feng San’s hands moved over her bare body, stroking every inch of her skin. His touch was gentle, yet possessed a clear sense of control, as though her body was already in the palm of his hand.

Jiahui shivered all over. With every touch and every deep thrust, it felt as though her body had been set on fire, every nerve burning.

Her pussy kept convulsing and tightening from the mounting pleasure, answering Feng San’s invasion over and over again.

Jiahui, a married woman, lifted her chin, her eyes filled with a hazy light, her lips parting slightly as she let out a sultry voice, the sweetened tone overflowing with longing and satisfaction.

"Feels so good... so... good..."

Feng San’s thrusts were neither hurried nor slow, but they carried relentless force and a powerful rhythm. The arc of his hips was just right, driving his long, thick, hard shaft again and again deep into Jiahui’s body, each time bringing her a deeper kind of pleasure.

He pressed hard against Jiahui’s sweat-soaked back, forcing her body even tighter against him.

Their slick skin rubbed together, their blazing body heat mingling in the air, making the lust between them burn even hotter.

Feng San’s thrusts carried a practiced, steady rhythm, drawing one curve after another and making every inch of her body even more sensitive.

Jiahui’s body seemed to have been fully awakened. Feng San kept stirring her instincts as a woman and stoking her desire, until the lust in her body flared more and more fiercely.

"Little Jiahui, did you never know before that fucking could feel this good?"

Feng San’s voice whispered low beside her ear, carrying the confidence of possession and a teasing tenderness, as if he were biting softly at her ear and igniting the desire buried in her heart.

At that moment, Jiahui could no longer think. She could only keep nodding, her face flushed an unmistakable red as the pleasure deep inside her body dragged her completely under. Reason had already been cast aside, leaving only her hunger for the heat and pleasure before her.

That was an inescapable fact.

Jiahui had never felt the complete joy of being a woman from her husband, but Feng San carved that pleasure into her body, down to the bone.

Every movement of Feng San made her body remember that scorching touch, making her understand the most primal pleasure a woman could have.

The motion behind her finally ended, but Jiahui’s body was still trembling faintly, her skin hot from passion.

Feng San whispered in her ear, his voice low and seductive.

"Little Jiahui, you still want to ride me, don’t you?"

Drawn by the implication and desire in his tone, Jiahui almost instinctively obeyed him.

Her naked body sat on the bed as moonlight spilled through the window, casting a pale glow over her skin and draping it in a bewitching sheen.

Feng San lay on his back, staring at her with a fiery gaze.

The hard erection standing from his waist looked even hotter and more powerful in the moonlight, displayed openly before her without the slightest concealment.

Jiahui’s gaze locked onto that upright shaft, and an uncontrollable tremor rose in her heart.

Boldly, she spread her legs and slowly lowered herself, straddling his waist.

That movement carried a kind of almost submissive obedience, but also an unmistakable hunger.

Her hand closed around his shaft, her fingers moving gently as she felt its searing heat and rigid length.

Aligning herself with the tip, Jiahui took a deep breath, then decisively sank down, seating herself fully on Feng San’s cock in one clean motion.

"Ah~~~❤️"

In that instant, her voice turned sweet and hurried, threaded with pleasure and shame.

The memory of that day surged violently back through her body. Every nerve seemed to reignite, and pleasure spread rapidly from the depths of her core, carrying her into that familiar yet strange abyss once more.

Her body pressed tightly to Feng San’s, and that filling, penetrating stimulation blurred her thoughts again, as if everything had returned to the irresistible pleasure of that day.

Jiahui sat on Feng San’s waist, her hips moving with lewd, agile fluidity. Her upper body stayed straight, her chest rising and falling with each breath, leaving only her waist to boldly bounce up and down as she soaked in their mutual joining.

"Ah... ah..."

Her voice was soft and dazed, as if answering every one of Feng San’s thrusts.

Her fair skin glowed with seductive radiance under the moonlight, sweat sliding down her body and making her all the more enticing.

Feng San’s hands came up from below and without hesitation gripped Jiahui’s breasts, his fingertips kneading skillfully. The motion was both tender and laced with possessive force, as if he meant to take every inch of her into his hands.

"Mm... ah... mm..."

Jiahui’s breathing grew faster and faster, her voice mixed with pleasure and temptation, impossible for even herself to suppress.

Under Feng San’s control, her body became even more sensitive, and every movement brought a richer surge of delight.

"Little Jiahui, feels good, doesn’t it..."

Feng San’s voice was husky, carrying an unmistakable satisfaction and desire, making the darkness around them seem even more alluring.

"Feels good... ah... so good..."

Jiahui’s voice was full of longing and intoxication. She tightened her legs on her own, clamping them firmly around Feng San’s waist so their bodies pressed even closer together, driving his cock deeper inside her to the very core.

She twisted her waist slightly, as if she wanted to swallow him whole, desire shining through her eyes and brows in an unstoppable tide.

As she moved, Jiahui’s lips parted slightly and she let out an unbearable moan, her face flushed red with lust.

She brought one hand up to her mouth and licked her fingertips, the motion bold and wantonly beautiful, as if she were seducing him and, at the same time, completely letting herself go.

Seeing her like that, Feng San thrust his hips upward hard. That blazing, violent impact made Jiahui’s naked body bounce repeatedly against him, her breasts swinging up and down with each jolt, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Her voice rose and quickened, her sweet moans echoing through the room with a trembling joy.

The swaying breasts were brutally kneaded and ravaged by Feng San’s hands, and that sensation made her body even more out of control. Her hips twisted more boldly, completely drowning in that intense joining.

Jiahui’s lower body traced a graceful curve, her waist rising and falling with pleasure as if she meant to carve every last bit of ecstasy deep into herself.

"Ah... ah... I can’t take it anymore..."

Her voice broke into fragments, mixed with trembling pleasure and urgency. Her head shook continuously, her eyes full of need and unease, her body quivering nonstop under that uncontrollable desire.

Her breathing grew more and more rapid, her chest rising and falling unevenly as if chasing the peak of bliss itself.

"I... I’m close... I can’t take it anymore..."

Her voice grew sharper and more frantic, the waves of pleasure crashing over her until she was completely lost.

"Little Jiahui... do you want it?"

Feng San’s voice whispered in her ear, carrying a kind of teasing that could not be refused, as if he were toying with her desire.

"Hurry... please, let me come quickly..."

There was a sobbing edge to Jiahui’s voice. Her body could no longer endure the torment of that pleasure. She clutched Feng San’s arm in desperation, twisting her waist hard as she begged for release.

Feng San’s palm stroked Jiahui’s naked body with a touch that was both gentle and forceful, pulling her closer and pressing her tighter against him.

Her skin flushed red with lust, and her chest felt hotter with every breath she drew.

Jiahui leaned forward on instinct, pressing her breasts tightly against Feng San’s chest, tilting her head up and urgently taking his lips in a kiss.

Their mouths locked together, tongues tangling. The heated, lingering kiss shattered the last of her reason, as if she meant to swallow him whole.

"Mm..."

She moaned softly, her voice sweet and dazed. Her arms tightened around Feng San’s body, and her own body trembled uncontrollably. Her lower half spasmed violently from the pleasure, her waist pushing against him again and again, each motion drawing out even deeper delight.

"Please... I’ve already... I’m already not normal..."

Jiahui’s voice was full of pleading and abandon. That urgent hunger kept her body from stopping, as if she were sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of desire, craving that complete release.

After that fierce ride, Jiahui’s body had already reached its limit.

She lay flat on her back on the bed, too weak to move, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her slightly damp skin glowed enticingly in the moonlight.

Feng San’s naked body loomed over her. He was slick with sweat, his scorching heat seeming ready to melt her completely.

He forced Jiahui’s beautiful legs apart, pressing them wide to either side and exposing her fully before him.

A trace of panic flickered in Jiahui’s eyes, but her body still waited eagerly for the pleasure that was about to come.

"No..."

Her voice was faint and dreamy, as if offering a powerless refusal, but her body had already submitted and was ready to welcome his next move.

"Little Jiahui... you can’t stop now, can you..."

Feng San’s voice was low, thick with uncontrollable desire.

His gaze burned with certainty. He bent down toward her and, with a sudden powerful thrust of his waist, drove that scorching shaft deep into her body.

"Ah!"

Jiahui’s body instantly went taut, and a low moan burst from her before she could hold it back.

Her hands grabbed helplessly at the bedsheet, knuckles whitening, her face sliding into a dazed, wanton expression.

Feng San looked down at her, his fevered eyes full of possession and passion.

His hips began to pump fiercely, each thrust carrying a hard, driving force, as if he meant to claim her completely.

Jiahui’s body grew even more sensitive under the relentless pounding. Her hands reached out unconsciously, her fingertips crawling back and forth across Feng San’s back, leaving streaks of marks behind.

Her breathing became more and more ragged. She could no longer control the high, sweet sounds pouring out of her, and with every thrust from Feng San, her voice grew more urgent and seductive.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Those cries, full of pleasure and need, echoed through the room, their reverberation bouncing between their entwined bodies.

Feng San’s movements became wilder still, his hips driving faster and harder, pushing Jiahui repeatedly to the edge of climax.

Jiahui’s legs instinctively clamped tightly around his waist, as if chasing the final release that was about to break over her. She was utterly lost at the peak of that passion.

Her fingertips sank deep into Feng San’s back, her nails leaving rows of marks on his skin, as if she wanted to carve the memory of their entanglement into both of them forever.

Feng San bent over her, pressing his body down on hers, and without the slightest mercy he sucked on her gasping lips. The motion was rough, yet burning with hot passion.

His tongue tangled with hers, their breaths mingling between them, the air thick with uncontrollable lust.

Her wet sex clamped tightly around him, flooded with slick desire. As they fucked, obscene wet sounds rose between them, sticky and drawn out.

Every thrust in and out made her even wetter, and the glistening juices leaked from their joined bodies, spilling onto the sheets.

The fact that her husband was sleeping soundly upstairs made the whole affair even more forbidden and thrilling, as if wild waves were crashing through the stillness of the night.

Feng San kept pounding into her with unstoppable force, while Jiahui sank deeper and deeper into that irresistible pleasure.

"Ha... ah... ha... ah..."

Her gasps came faster and faster, laced with helplessness and delight. Her chest rose and fell violently with the intensity of it all.

Her thighs locked tightly around Feng San’s waist, as if she wanted to fuse herself to him, unable to hide the desire burning deep inside her.

Feng San’s shaft thrust into her again and again, each movement carrying a possessive domination.

The hard, rough pounding made Jiahui’s body shudder over and over. Her consciousness blurred little by little, sinking deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of desire, as if she could never escape.

"Ah... I can’t anymore..."

Her voice mixed with ragged breaths, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She had never experienced such overwhelming pleasure before, and only now did she understand that a woman could be driven to such heights by it.

That scorching stimulation was like flashes of light dancing across her vision, steadily pushing her into a boundless abyss of sensuality.

"Ah... I’m coming!"

Her voice rang high and sweet, spilling out the fact that she had been completely drowned by pleasure.

At that instant, her body collapsed entirely. Every trace of tension and restraint turned into a violent release, and she seemed to slip out of reality, drowning in an irresistible climax.

Feng San’s breathing turned low and rapid. Feeling her peak, that pleasure seemed to spread into his own body as well.

He held her tightly down, giving her one final deep thrust and lingering there, wrapping her completely in his arms with powerful force.

Jiahui’s body writhed wildly from that last thrust, her waist rising and falling out of control as she chased the peak of pleasure.

Held fast in his arms, her breasts were sucked and licked without mercy by Feng San, and that familiar stimulation made her cry out again, completely sinking into that ocean of pleasure.

She lifted her chin weakly, eyes hazy, both hands gripping Feng San’s back as her body spasmed and trembled like it had been pierced by electricity.

She clung tightly to Feng San’s body, her fingertips digging deep into his skin, as if trying to erase every inch of distance between them and become one.

Jiahui’s body kept shivering with that final climax, her soul and flesh both submerged in endless delight.

"Here it comes, little Jiahui..."

Feng San’s voice was low and urgent by her ear, carrying a determination he could no longer suppress, as if announcing the climax that was about to break.

Jiahui’s body immediately sensed that scorching pounding. She trembled faintly at his words, her heartbeat racing, her breathing turning even more chaotic.

In that instant, Jiahui felt as if her body were being guided, ready to hand everything over to Feng San and sink completely into that irresistible passion.

(He’s going to come inside again? No... no... He already came inside me so many times that day... At least I didn’t get pregnant...)

The voice of reason came from the depths of her mind, trying to keep her clear-headed, but it was instantly swallowed by the surging pleasure and she could no longer resist.

Feng San grew even wilder, driving his hips with force and penetrating her body without restraint.

Each thrust carried frantic power, making Jiahui let out short cries she could not suppress, her head shaking with each impact.

"Ah!... Ah... Ah!..."

Her voice rose higher and higher, every shudder carrying her closer to a summit of pleasure that seemed beyond reach.

Her flesh trembled violently with each deep thrust, and dazzling flashes seemed to flicker before her eyes, leaving her mind more and more lost.

"Ah... I’m close... I’m close..."

Jiahui’s voice was laced with urgency and longing, as if that final wave of pleasure were about to swallow her whole.

Her body followed every thrust from Feng San of its own accord, chasing the moment of ultimate release.

"Little Jiahui... look at you. How does it feel?"

Feng San’s voice was hot and teasing, each word seeming to stroke the lust hidden deep in her heart and shatter the last of her reason.

"Ah!... Ah!..."

Jiahui could no longer control herself and fell completely into madness and desire.

Feng San’s cock sank deep into her body, fitting tightly against every inch of her and drawing her body taut like a drawn string, bracing for the pounding waves of pleasure.

Feng San’s hips kept shuddering, his fierce movements making their bodies fit together ever more tightly, dragging her deeper into that abyss of pleasure, unable to stop...

"Ah... I can’t anymore... forget it... Please cum inside me..."

Jiahui’s voice overflowed with uncontrollable hunger and wild delight. Her reason had long since been devoured by pleasure, and she exposed her desire to Feng San without holding back.

Her body pressed tightly against Feng San’s, and the two of them kissed feverishly, their lips and tongues tangling endlessly as if each meant to devour the other completely.

They held each other in a tight embrace, their bodies rising and falling violently under the impact of their passion.

Jiahui finally climbed to the peak of that desire. At this moment all reason and shame turned to a blank void, and she was utterly drowned in that intoxicating coupling, driven deep again and again by Feng San until she lost all control.

"Ah... creampie... it feels so good... I love it... Once you try it, you can’t stop... I keep thinking about it... I keep savoring it..."

Her voice trembled, carrying an unmistakable need and satisfaction. That stuffed-full feeling made her body instinctively crave more.

Her body, completely opened and awakened, clamped tightly around Feng San and kept chasing those scorching thrusts.

Jiahui wrapped her arms hard around his shoulders, her legs locked tightly around Feng San’s waist, as if afraid he might leave. She wanted to trap him as deep inside her as possible, wishing the two of them could melt into one another.

Her whole body shook violently, pleasure flooding over her like a tidal wave. She did not want Feng San’s cock, buried all the way to the root, to withdraw from her pussy. She wanted that burning fullness to go on forever.

Feng San’s body went rigid with pleasure. He let out a low moan, his whole body trembling uncontrollably as if he had reached the final release.

His lust-driven motions grew even more frantic, and the heat of their bodies peaked at that moment.

Thud... thud... thud... thud...

With low, rough breaths, Feng San’s semen burst out with the final thrust, that scorching torrent of lust flooding into Jiahui’s body and surging without end.

That searing liquid took possession of her instantly, filling every inch of her.

In her hazy consciousness, Jiahui instinctively pressed her legs tightly together and wrapped herself around that fierce invasion, drawing Feng San’s naked body even closer, as if trying to press every part of him into her own body.

Deep inside her vagina, she could feel the thick semen being poured in little by little, hot and sticky, until she was completely full.

As the last drop poured deep inside her, Jiahui’s body shuddered, and all the pleasure in that instant surged to its peak.

Feng San breathed a little harder, sweat covering his forehead, his eyes flashing with desire.

"That’s good, little Jiahui..."

His voice was gentle and hoarse, carrying the satisfaction of release.

Jiahui was drenched all over, sweat sliding down her skin as she lay limp on the bed, her arms and legs slack and useless, lost in the lingering aftermath of deep pleasure.

Her body still trembled faintly. That full, satisfied feeling kept her from pulling free, her chest rising and falling unevenly, as if she had been completely swallowed by waves of lust.

At that moment, as a mare completely conquered, her body reached an unprecedented satisfaction, lying there quietly as she basked in the endless abyss of pleasure.

A month later, sunlight streamed through the window and spilled across the floor, soft yet bright.

It was daytime on an ordinary workday, and life seemed perfectly normal, yet something invisible stirred in Jiahui’s heart. That taboo feeling made her pulse quicken even more, as if something was about to happen.

She stood before the dressing table, looking utterly different from her usual self in the mirror.

That seductive black lingerie clung tightly to her naked body, and the soft curves beneath the fabric looked even more alluring.

The short dress that ended above the knees exposed her legs generously, giving her the whole body an irresistible air of temptation.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, unease and excitement flickered through her heart. The mix of shame and desire made her cheeks faintly red.

The woman reflected in the mirror was a version of wife Feng Tian had never seen, a Jiahui he did not know.

(Husband... don’t look...)

She silently prayed in her heart, as if hoping this secret would never be discovered and everything she was doing could remain hidden in these quiet shafts of light.

But in reality, Feng Tian was not at home.

It was already morning, and as always he had left early for the company, leaving the house empty and her alone.

Jiahui’s heartbeat quickened. She felt that forbidden excitement spreading through her body. Her hand trembled slightly on the dressing table, but her gaze grew firmer.

She let out a soft breath, drew in a deep one, and slowly went downstairs. Her steps were light, but her nerves were taut.

In the end, she arrived at that familiar door, as if all her secrets and desires were hidden behind it.

Carefully, she pushed it open and slipped into the room, waiting in the shadows of the sunlight for that hidden rendezvous to begin.

"Take it off, little Jiahui."

Feng San’s voice came from the bed, low and hoarse, thick with desire and anticipation.

That familiar tone sent a shiver through Jiahui’s heart, and a complicated light flickered in her eyes.

Standing beside the bed, Jiahui wore a look where desire and shyness mixed together.

She slowly let her hands fall to her sides and began to remove the short, sexy dress.

Every movement was full of temptation, like a striptease onstage, as the dress slid slowly from her shoulders, revealing her chest wrapped tightly in black lace.

Her motions were slow and graceful, as if she were answering Feng San’s gaze with her whole body.

The dress finally slipped to the floor, leaving Jiahui in only black bra and panties. She arched her waist slightly and walked elegantly toward the bedside.

Her eyes never left Feng San, filled with desire and submission.

When she reached the bed, Jiahui knelt on it and leaned forward slightly, both hands planted steadily between Feng San’s legs.

A faint flush spread across her face. Her hazy gaze carried a trace of challenge as she slowly lowered her head, bringing her lips close to his cock.

Her tongue slipped out lightly, first circling the tip to taste its burning heat.

The slick contact made Feng San’s body tremble.

Then she slowly opened her mouth and took Feng San’s cock inside, her lips sliding down along its length little by little until most of it disappeared into her mouth.

Jiahui’s eyes half-closed, filled with concentration and desire.

Her lips sealed tightly around Feng San’s shaft, her tongue moving carefully along the inside, sometimes licking softly, sometimes sucking hard, her technique nimble and practiced.

Every bob of her mouth came with cautious teasing, the friction of lips and tongue sending wave after wave of tingling pleasure.

Her head began to rise and fall slowly with the motion, and faint, wet sounds spilled from her mouth.

Each time she took him in and let him out, her face grew a little redder, and a sheen of saliva glimmered at the corners of her lips.

As she sucked him, Jiahui occasionally lifted her eyes to look at Feng San with deep, tender affection, as if answering his desire through her gaze.

Sometimes her tongue traced circles around the tip, sometimes she took him deep to the root before slowly pulling back, her movements skilled and seductive.

Each time she swallowed him down, a faint sound came from deep in her throat, as though she were trying hard to control her breathing. That half-enduring, half-drunken look made her desire and submission plain to see.

Her hands were not idle either. She gently grasped the base of his cock, working with the motion of her lips to bring him even deeper pleasure.

Between strokes, Jiahui would pause now and then to lick the side of his shaft with her tongue before taking him into her mouth again, her face turning dreamy, as if the world had narrowed to nothing but this entanglement between her and Feng San.

When she finished sucking him, Jiahui slowly lifted her head, her eyes full of the afterglow of desire.

She lightly wiped the dampness from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, then elegantly stood up, hooked her fingers in the edge of her panties, and slowly removed the last scrap of fabric.

Her every move was openly teasing, as if each one were meant to tempt Feng San further.

Then she spread her legs and slowly straddled Feng San, her whole body radiating irresistible allure.

Jiahui looked down at Feng San, her eyes carrying both challenge and hunger, and slowly lowered her waist, pressing her bare body fully against his burning heat.

At that moment, she let out an involuntary soft sigh.

"Ah..."

Her body trembled faintly, and the pleasure made her hips twist on their own. With each rise and fall, delight and shame intertwined within her.

"Oh... this feels so damn good..."

Her voice was full of intoxication, as if both body and mind were being set free by the coupling.

"Little Jiahui, Feng Tian wouldn’t treat you like this, would he?"

Feng San’s voice was teasing and domineering. His hand roamed over her waist, his eyes filled with possessive desire.

Jiahui lowered her head and gave a slight nod in response, her cheeks turning red as if admitting the betrayal and descent she did not want anyone to know about.

Slowly, she took off her bra, exposing her full breasts completely before Feng San.

Feng San immediately lifted a hand and used his rough fingers to knead those full, beautiful breasts, his touch gentle yet forceful, overflowing with a possessive need.

Sunlight spilled through the window into the room, and what should have been a quiet afternoon was ignited by the passion between them.

Two naked bodies pressed tightly together, tangled in each other, as if they had filled the entire space with the scent of lust.

Yet neither of them noticed that on the road outside the front gate, there was a pair of eyes that should not have been there at that moment.

Outside the window, Feng Tian stood in the shadow of the road, his gaze locked on the two people entwined inside.

His expression was calm and composed, as if he had already known everything before his eyes.

Feng Tian watched the intertwined figures of his wife, Jiahui, and Feng San, and not a trace of panic stirred in him. If anything, deep inside him there was a hidden satisfaction and desire slowly rising.

Inside the window, Jiahui straddled Feng San’s waist, her face flushed red, her eyes half-lidded, lost in the pleasure of their bodies coming together.

Her body rose and fell with Feng San’s movements, her waist twisting nimbly to meet every deep thrust.

Feng San’s palm wandered over her breasts, stroking those full curves with tenderness and hunger.

Jiahui flowed over him like water, as if she were being swallowed whole by that physical bliss.

Watching this scene, Feng Tian could not help trembling slightly, but his tremor did not come from anger. It came from a long-suppressed feeling buried deep in his heart.

To him, none of this was an accident.

In fact, he had known all along that this would happen, and had even been the one to make it happen.

Watching his wife debauch herself on his uncle’s body, what surged through him was not rage, but an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

To get his wife pregnant, to satisfy the cuckold desire he had never once confessed to Jiahui, and to repay Feng San for the care and kindness he had shown him while he was growing up, all of this had been an arrangement he silently accepted, a choice he had made himself.

As he watched Jiahui’s body shiver with pleasure, a flicker of satisfaction passed through Feng Tian’s heart. He understood that right now she was completely immersed in Feng San’s fucking, and the desire, wantonness, and fulfillment she had never shown him made it feel as if his own soul had been stirred into endless ripples.

(Jiahui...)

He silently repeated his wife’s name in his heart. There was no pain in his eyes; instead, there was even more of that secret longing.

He knew that Jiahui’s happiness in this moment belonged not only to her, but to him as well. It was exactly the sight he had hoped for, the one he had longed to see.

At the same time, he also understood why Feng San was doing this. It was the uncle’s affection for his nephew.

It was an attempt to let his wife bear new life, and a fulfillment of that hidden desire of his.

So he stood there motionless, his gaze deep and calm, quietly watching as sunlight spilled across his face, as if everything were unfolding within his control and expectation.

For him, everything was turning out exactly as he had wished, fulfilling the many desires he had held in his heart.