Rainy Jungle Deep Kisses and Tit-Play, Zheng Xuemei Jerks Me Off Till Dawn

(Note: This chapter adds a few side beats, like the fantasy-novel bit and the ancient teleportation array, just playful extras thrown in for fun and not affecting the main plot. The main storyline is still urban seduction of a mature woman, so just enjoy it as a bit of entertainment. These scenes are mainly there to build suspense and push the relationship progress between Zheng Xuemei and the male lead. That’s right, we’re speeding things up. Thanks.)

After changing shoes, Zheng Xuemei looked much more relaxed.

We kept walking forward. I was only wearing a pair of black cotton socks, stepping on the damp fallen leaves and moss. My feet quickly got soaked, but I didn’t stop at all.

Zheng Xuemei tried several times to make me switch back, but I refused.

The trees all around grew taller and denser, their branches and leaves stacked layer upon layer like a giant black curtain that completely blocked out the moonlight.

A faint, unsettling smell of blood began to drift through the air, mixed with damp earth and rotting leaves. Every breath felt like I was swallowing something ominous.

The beam from the flashlight swayed through the forest, only able to light up a tiny patch ahead of us.

Shadows loomed everywhere. Branches stirred gently in the wind like countless gaunt arms scratching at us from the dark.

Zheng Xuemei stayed pressed tightly against me, her breathing getting faster and faster.

"Chen Mo... I keep feeling like someone’s watching us..." she said, her voice kept very low, thick with fear.

Just as I was about to comfort her, a faint rustling sound came from not far ahead, like someone moving slowly through the darkness.

The flashlight swept over, but it only caught the shifting shadows of trees. Nothing was there.

But the smell of blood only got stronger.

We gritted our teeth and took a few more steps forward, and suddenly a clearing came into view ahead, ringed off with police tape. The yellow-and-black caution strip looked glaringly bright in the flashlight beam.

The moment the light swept over it, Zheng Xuemei and I both sucked in a sharp breath, every hair on our bodies standing on end.

A male corpse lay on the ground, with a deep knife wound at the neck that nearly severed the entire throat. Dark red blood had already congealed into sticky clots and splattered across the surrounding leaves.

Beside the body were signs of a struggle... crushed cigarette butts, snapped branches, and several patches of dried blood that still looked horrifyingly fresh.

Farther away, we could vaguely make out several figures speaking in low voices, their flashlight beams swaying through the woods like ghosts.

We had... stumbled into a crime scene!

"Ah...!" Zheng Xuemei nearly screamed in fright. I quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and yanked her hard behind a thick tree trunk.

Her body was trembling violently, her heavy, full breasts pressed tightly against my chest. I could clearly feel the frantic pounding of her heart.

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the brush on the left. A black shadow burst out of the darkness and charged straight at us!

"Who's there?!"

The shadow moved extremely fast, and the flashlight only had time to catch a rough outline.

My heart pounded wildly. Instinctively, I shielded Zheng Xuemei behind me and raised the thick branch in my hand, ready to fight for our lives.

Zheng Xuemei was so frightened she nearly collapsed, her soft, full body pressing tightly against my back, her plump ass trembling faintly with fear.

The shadow skidded to a stop less than two meters away. The flashlight finally lit up his face... a man in his forties, wearing a police uniform, a gun clipped at his waist, his eyes sharp as blades.

"Who are you?!" the other man barked, quickly drawing his gun and aiming it at us. "Hands up! Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"

Zheng Xuemei was so scared she went weak all over, practically hanging on me. Her rain-soaked, voluptuous breasts were pressed tightly against my back, rising and falling violently. I raised both hands and shouted in explanation:

"We're here for a hike and took the wrong path! We're not bad people!"

The middle-aged cop swept the flashlight over our faces and bodies again and again, his expression full of caution and suspicion. He didn't lower the gun right away, but instead asked in a deep voice, "Take out your IDs. Slowly."

I carefully took out my ID and phone and handed them over for inspection. He checked them, then had Zheng Xuemei show her ID too.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme. We even wondered if he was really a cop... what if the killer was disguised as one?

Just then, more figures emerged from the darkness.

One of them, an old cop with white hair, stepped forward, shone the light on our faces, then looked at Zheng Xuemei's clearly frightened, bloodless expression and said in a low voice to the armed officer, "Xiao Wang, put the gun down first. They're just two young people terrified out of their wits. They don't look like suspects."

The old cop looked to be in his fifties, his gaze sharp but carrying the steady calm of years spent on cases.

He looked us over again, then suddenly asked, "Which road did you come from just now? Did you see anything suspicious or anyone suspicious?"

I briefly told him what we'd found along the way, including the bloodstains, backpack, and shattered phone in the abandoned wooden hut. Zheng Xuemei also gathered her courage and added a few things, though her voice was still trembling.

The old cop's eyes lit up. "The wooden hut side? Then that may be the primary crime scene! The location you gave us is extremely important."

To completely dispel our doubts, the old cop proactively took out his police ID and held it up under the flashlight.

His photo, badge number, and embossed seal were all clearly visible.

Only then did I finally relax and say to Zheng Xuemei in a low voice, "They're real cops..."

Zheng Xuemei visibly loosened up, though she still clutched my arm tightly, as if she needed to be pressed all the way into my embrace before she could feel safe.

At that moment, a clear female voice full of obvious reproach came from the side:

"You two have way too much nerve! You still dared to go into the mountains after dark? What if you ran into the real killer? If Old Li hadn't reacted fast, you two would have practically run straight into the core area and messed up the scene!"

I turned and saw a young female cop about twenty-nine years old... the system directly displayed her name: Liu Qianqian.

She was tall and well-proportioned, and the dark police uniform she wore made her look especially sharp and striking.

Under the uniform shirt was a flat, neatly shaped chest. The slight rise at her bust was small but firm, not voluptuous, but with the taut freshness unique to a young woman.

Her badge was pinned over her left chest, trembling slightly as she spoke, which only made her clean, crisp youthful lines stand out more.

Her waist was slim and strong, and the police pants hugged her rounded, perky hips and long, straight legs. Black ankle boots stepped on the wet leaves, making her seem both capable and full of an appealing, lively freshness.

Liu Qianqian stood there with both hands on her hips, her brows slightly knit, her short hair tidy and sharp, her features bright and clean. Her lips were slightly pursed from anger.

She took a step forward, her long legs looking straight and well-balanced in the police trousers, and her voice carried the crisp, playful edge unique to a young woman:

"Old Captain, don't go praising people randomly. They're scary-crazy bold, okay? Being bold isn't a bad thing, but don't be so bold you end up screwing things up! Don't go acting so reckless next time. Be careful on the way down the mountain."

When I heard Liu Qianqian say, "but don't be so bold," I instinctively glanced over her petite, delicate chest, then turned to look at Zheng Xuemei, who was tightly leaning against me.

Zheng Xuemei's full breasts, tightly wrapped in her soaked silk blouse, were rising and falling violently from nerves at that moment. The heavy, white, swollen flesh was clearly visible under the fabric, and the deep cleavage trembled with every breath, brimming with astonishing weight and softness.

That careless comparison of mine was immediately caught by both women.

Zheng Xuemei's face turned so red it was almost dripping blood. She instinctively lifted an arm to shield her chest and let out a humph of embarrassment.

And Liu Qianqian blushed even harder. Her flat but perky chest rose and fell slightly with her quick breathing. She stomped her foot, her black ankle boot crunching on the leaves, and said in a mix of shame and annoyance, "Hey! You... you're really a bad guy! Where are you staring?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously straightened her chest, trying to prove that while she was flat-chested, she still had plenty to offer. Instead, the gesture only made her more embarrassed, the tips of her ears turning red and transparent.

Zheng Xuemei was amused enough to let out a laugh, though she was still so embarrassed that she tucked her face against my chest, her full breasts pressing hard against me.

I quickly pulled my gaze back and smoothed things over with a smile. "Sorry, sorry. I spaced out just now. Officer, you have a great figure, really. Supermodel-level."

Liu Qianqian rolled her eyes so hard it was almost theatrical and stamped her foot more forcefully. Her voice carried an obvious teasing reproach. "Cut the crap! Stare at me again and I'll haul you back in cuffs!"

Though she sounded fierce, the corners of her eyes were faintly curved, carrying the shyness and smugness of a young woman after being praised.

Her flat chest rose and fell lightly beneath the uniform with each breath, making her seem especially fresh and cute, in sharp contrast to the heavy, stormy breasts beside her that Zheng Xuemei had.

Captain Li watched us from the side and couldn’t help bursting out laughing, patting my shoulder. "All right, all right, you young folks, quit fooling around. You two... are married, right? Brave and smart. If the situation weren't special today, I'd have wanted to pull you into the team and have you help out."

Being called "married" made Zheng Xuemei blush even harder, but she didn't deny it. She only quietly tightened her grip on my hand.

In that instant, in the unsettled darkness of the night, the two of us were closer than ever.

I quietly checked the system:

[Captain Li (52) Affection toward you: 12]

[Officer Wang (41) Affection toward you: 8]

[Liu Qianqian (29) Affection toward you: 15]

All positive.

Liu Qianqian seemed to notice our intimate posture too. Her eyes flickered slightly, but she said nothing. She only smiled, shook her head, and turned back to discuss the scene with her colleagues.

As she turned, the firm curve of her perky hips under the police trousers swept through the flashlight beam in a line full of elasticity, carrying both a heroic air and a feminine charm that was hard to ignore.

The police briefly asked for our identities and contact information, told us to leave immediately by the other, relatively safer mountain path they indicated, and then went back to the tense evidence work.

We quickly headed back along the direction they pointed out. We were still shaken, but because of the close call, we were also strangely exhilarated, adrenaline still surging through our bodies.

After walking for about ten minutes, the mountain path in the night began to change.

We had assumed the road the police pointed out would be easier, but instead the terrain became more and more dangerous the farther we went.

The originally gentle descent suddenly turned into an extremely steep ridge path, with an almost vertical rock wall on one side and a pitch-black ravine on the other. Loose gravel and slick moss covered the ground beneath our feet.

Zheng Xuemei, wearing my sneakers, had only taken a few steps when she started clearly struggling.

She was used to wearing high heels at the company. Though she kept herself in excellent shape, walking for long on such a steep, slippery mountain trail still made her legs weak and her breathing ragged.

"Chen Mo... this is too steep..." She leaned against a small tree and panted, her voice carrying fatigue and a hint of grievance. "My legs are getting weak..."

I shone the flashlight ahead. There were still at least thirty or forty meters of this path left, with a slope close to forty degrees. It really was dangerous. If I forced her to walk it herself, she could easily slip and get hurt.

"Don't push it."

I pulled her to my side and crouched down without hesitation. "I'll carry you across."

Zheng Xuemei froze. "Huh? No need... I can manage..."

"Be good."

I turned around in a way that left no room for refusal, wrapped both arms around her from behind, one hand supporting her full thigh and the other holding her slender but soft waist, and lifted her into a horizontal carry.

"Ah..." Zheng Xuemei gave a soft cry and instinctively hooked her arms around my neck.

Her heavy, full breasts pressed tightly against my chest, bringing astonishing softness and springiness through her soaked silk blouse.

Her plump, full ass was supported by one of my arms, the heavy weight and incredible fleshiness almost spilling from my palm.

"Chen Mo... I'm so heavy... this will tire you out..." she said softly, with embarrassment, burying her face in the crook of my neck, her warm breath washing over my skin.

"You're not heavy." I held her steadily and walked upward step by step.

Her body was soft, warm, and full, and the wet clothes clung to her, outlining every curve unique to a mature woman.

With every step I took, the huge, juicy cheeks of her ass, supported in my arms, trembled lightly against me. Waves of flesh rolled under my arm again and again, full of pressure and heat that made my palm burn.

The steep trail was extremely hard to walk. Loose stones kept sliding under my feet, but I gritted my teeth and kept going.

Zheng Xuemei seemed to sense how hard it was for me too. She pressed her face in even closer, her soft lips almost brushing my earlobe as she whispered, "Chen Mo... thank you. Today... you’ve really had a hard time."

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying the dampness after rain and the lingering warmth of alcohol, and in this dark and dangerous mountain forest it sounded especially lovely.

I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead before continuing to hold her steadily as I walked.

Though that steep section of the mountain trail was only a few dozen meters long, I carried her for a full seven or eight minutes.

Only when the ground became level again did I set her down gently.

After her feet touched the ground, Zheng Xuemei was still a little unsteady. She leaned against me for a while before blushing and saying softly, "That... was a pretty steady carry."

I smiled and squeezed her full waist. "Next time we hit a road like that, I'll still carry you."

She shot me a look, but didn’t argue. She only quietly hooked her arm through mine.

After another twenty minutes or so of stumbling along, we were completely lost.

There was no signal at all on the phone, and the flashlight battery was starting to run low too, the beam growing dimmer and dimmer.

Even worse, the sky suddenly rumbled with a low peal of thunder, and then huge raindrops started pounding down without warning.

"It's raining!" Zheng Xuemei cried out.

The downpour came crashing down instantly, like the Heavenly River had burst its banks.

The rain was icy and bone-chilling, soaking us through in an instant.

The forest path turned muddy and slippery, and every step became difficult.

Although Zheng Xuemei was wearing my sneakers, they were still a bit too big for her. On the slick mud she nearly slipped several times.

I held her waist tightly, one hand holding the flashlight to scout the way ahead while the other shielded her firmly.

"This way! There's a big tree!" I shouted.

We scrambled and stumbled over to a huge ancient banyan tree and finally found a relatively dry hollow among the roots.

I quickly spread the thin blanket on the ground, then used branches and vines to make a crude little rain shelter.

The rain grew heavier and heavier. Thunder crashed, and lightning kept tearing across the night sky. The pale flash lit up Zheng Xuemei's pale face, which was full of fear.

We squeezed together beneath the tiny shelter made from branches and a blanket, while outside was a world of pounding rain and inside was only the sound of each other's fast, hot breathing.

Zheng Xuemei was soaked through. Her silk blouse clung tightly to her full body, becoming almost translucent and outlining the perfect, irresistible curve of her heavy, soft breasts.

She had on flesh-colored nipple covers, and now, beneath the drenched fabric, the outlines of the nipples wrapped under those thin covers were clearly visible. The nipple covers and her white flesh fit together perfectly, shining wetly under the rain, which only made the coy, concealing allure more obvious.

Her half-skirt was also completely drenched, clinging to her exceptionally plump, huge ass. The fabric was nearly transparent, clearly revealing every full, rounded, lifted curve of those superb cheeks, each one heavy and lush.

Her thick butt flesh trembled lightly whenever she shivered, full of astonishing meatiness and elasticity. Rainwater streamed down the deep cleft of her ass, tracing obscene wet lines.

She was shivering a little from the cold, her teeth chattering softly. Without the slightest hesitation, I took off my own jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then pulled her tightly into my arms.

"Cold?" I asked softly, my voice still gentle and steady amid the roaring thunderstorm.

Zheng Xuemei didn’t answer. She just buried her face deep against my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist, like a drowning person grabbing the last lifesaving branch.

Her body was soft, warm, and full, and her rain-soaked heavy breasts pressed tightly against me, rising and falling violently with her rapid breathing.

The damp, warm flesh of her breasts came through clearly through two layers of soaked fabric. That unbelievably soft, springy, heavy sensation almost made the clothes over my chest twist out of shape.

Because of the cold and nerves, the nipples beneath the flesh-colored covers had stiffened, pressing lightly through the fabric against me with a faint but clear friction.

I could feel the foot she wore in my sneakers gently stepping on top of my socked foot. Her toes curled slightly from tension, and that subtle intimacy made the embrace feel even warmer and more suggestive.

Rain fell like a curtain, thunder rolled, and lightning kept splitting open the night sky. In the brief, blinding flashes, our tightly overlapped figures were illuminated again and again. In the rain, she suddenly lifted her head, her gaze wet and burning, carrying alcohol, fright, long-suppressed loneliness, and a desire she could no longer hide:

"Chen Mo... I don't want to go home at all right now."

The moment the words fell, she kissed me first.

This time it was no longer testing, and no longer a gentle trial run. It was a near-mad deep kiss carrying all the desire she had suppressed for thirty-nine years of life.

Her lips were wet and soft, carrying the coolness of the rain and the sweet scent of a mature woman's body. They crashed against mine and actively pried my teeth apart.

The next second, her tongue came up hot and awkward, like a hungry little snake that had waited too long. It eagerly slipped into my mouth, wrapped around my tongue, and sucked, stirred, and tangled with force.

Her soft, wet tongue still carried the coolness of rain, but it was quickly warmed by the saliva we were mixing together.

She sucked very hard, making soft, obscene wet sounds. Saliva spilled from the corners of our mouths and stretched into glistening, sticky silver threads.

We tumbled down onto the thin blanket and rolled and kissed wildly beneath the makeshift rain shelter, under the roar of the thunderstorm.

Her hands buried themselves in my hair and gripped it hard, as if she wanted to press my entire body into hers.

Her heavy, full breasts were pressed tightly against my chest, the silk blouse soaked through by rainwater almost becoming a second skin. Her stiff nipples clearly pushed through the wet fabric and rubbed against me with every movement.

I hooked a hand behind her head and deepened the kiss.

My tongue answered hers fiercely, curling around her soft, wet tongue to suck and stir hard, drawing all the saliva in her mouth into mine before giving it back to her.

Their tongues tangled intimately, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes locking together and sucking wildly. Saliva and rainwater ran down our chins and made a mess of everything.

Zheng Xuemei let out a muffled, sweet little sound: "Mm... ah..."

She pushed her tongue even deeper, as if she wanted to lick over my entire body with it.

Her tongue tip swept nimbly across the roof of my mouth and my gums, then wrapped around my tongue and sucked hard, her movements growing more awkward but also more and more feverish.

Rainwater dripped from the edge of the tarp and splashed onto our entwined faces, but she didn’t care at all. She only kissed me harder, as if she wanted to pour out all the loneliness, repression, and yearning she had been holding back through this one kiss.

My hand slid lower before I could stop myself, and through her soaked half-skirt I gripped the huge, lush ass I had been dreaming about. My fingers sank deep into the thick, soft, incredibly springy flesh, kneading and squeezing hard, deforming those two heavy cheeks, then suddenly letting go so they bounced violently, sending layer after layer of obscene ripples through her ass.

“Mmm...!” Zheng Xuemei let out a muffled, sweet little hum in the middle of our fierce tongue kiss. Her full, juicy ass twisted uneasily in my palm, almost as if it were inviting me to play with it even more deeply.

She even spread her legs a little, letting the soaked hem of her skirt ride higher so that the pair of black-stockings-wrapped ass cheeks were fully exposed to my hand.

A bolt of lightning cut across the sky, and in that brief, blinding flash I saw her flushed face, her misty, watery eyes, her lips swollen and shining from my kisses and slick with saliva, and her full breasts, soaked with rain and sweat and nearly bursting through her shirt.

We were like two wild beasts trapped deep in the jungle by the downpour, and in this isolated corner we finally let go of every bit of restraint and disguise.

I pressed her down beneath me, my hands covering the hot, plush flesh of her breasts through her soaked shirt as I kneaded and squeezed them hard.

Zheng Xuemei threw her head back and gave a sobbing moan. Her long legs wrapped around my waist on their own, the soaked half-skirt was completely bunched up to her waist, and her black-stockings-clad thighs and those gorgeous ass cheeks, which looked even bigger and more tempting in the dark, were fully exposed.

"Chen Mo... mmph... gentler... it's so hot..." she gasped, her voice soft and needy, but then she suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

I thought she was trying to stop me, but instead I saw that her breathing was ragged, her eyes so wet they looked ready to drip. She bit her lower lip and whispered with shame and desire, "Don't... don't touch me through my clothes... I... I'll do it myself..."

As she spoke, she lifted her upper body a little and, with trembling hands, started unbuttoning her soaked silk shirt one button at a time.

The buttons were slippery from the rain, so it took some effort, but she did it with total seriousness.

Once the shirt was completely open, only two thin flesh-colored nipple covers remained beneath it, and under the lightning her snow-white, full breasts were almost entirely exposed before my eyes.

"Touch me..." Her voice was low and husky, laced with a nasal whimper. She took my hand and pressed it to her chest. "Chen Mo... harder... touch me harder..."

My throat bobbed, and I could no longer hold back. I covered those breasts with both hands through the thin flesh-colored covers.

I kneaded her heavy, hot, soft breasts hard, pressing, squeezing, and rolling them with my fingertips.

The nipple covers were slick and close-fitting, which somehow made the feel even dirtier... I could clearly feel the astonishing elasticity and heat of her breast flesh, yet there was still that faint layer of separation, creating an intense, teasing contrast.

"Ah... mm... so sore... Chen Mo... it feels so good when you rub me..." Zheng Xuemei threw her head back, unable to suppress the moans rising in her throat, her full breasts deforming and spilling between my fingers.

As I kneaded her hard, I also lowered my head and kissed her fiercely.

My tongue forcefully plunged into her mouth and tangled madly with her hot, soft tongue, sucking and grinding against it.

Saliva traded between us in a filthy mess, running from the corners of our mouths and dripping into her white cleavage along with the rain.

"Sister Zheng... your tits are so soft... so big..." I gasped between kisses.

Even though she was nearly out of breath from my kissing, she still pushed her tongue deeper, tangling with mine as she sucked hard, her voice broken and wanton: "Like it...? Then... rub them more... ah... don't just do it through the nipple covers..."

As she spoke, Zheng Xuemei reached up and tore at the flesh-colored nipple covers herself. The thin covers were soaked through and clung stubbornly, but she yanked them both off with shameful determination.

Two snow-white, full, heavy breasts bounced free at once, swaying into the dim lightning with tempting waves of flesh. Her pink nipples were already fully engorged and standing up, like two ripe cherries.

I let out a low growl and placed both hands on them without any barrier, grabbing those two soft, springy, searing masses and kneading, squeezing, and lifting them hard.

My fingertips pinched her hard, sensitive nipples, twisting, tugging, and teasing them quickly.

"Ah...! Chen Mo... my nipples... they're so sensitive... mmph... don't be so rough... you're going to ruin me..."

Her whole body shook violently, yet she pushed her chest toward my hands even more actively.

While I was rubbing her until she was practically crying out, she lifted her head on her own and blocked my mouth with her hot lips again, her tongue surging up eagerly for another fierce wet kiss.

Our tongues stirred and sucked against each other, saliva stringing between us as filthy smacking wet sounds filled the air.

"Chen Mo... kiss me... deeper... your tongue... give it to me..."

Between kisses, she begged in broken phrases, her voice soft and slutty, completely shedding her usual restraint.

I deepened the kiss viciously while my hands kept playing with her gorgeous breasts, rubbing the flesh until it was red and hot, her nipples swollen and shining from my pinching.

Lightning flashed again and again, illuminating her flushed, hazy face, her swollen lips, and the snow-white breasts continuously reshaped in my hands.

Breathing hard, she lifted her head once more and kissed me fiercely again.

Her tongue wound around mine even more frantically, grinding and sucking madly as if she wanted to suck my soul right out of me.

Saliva kept spilling from our entwined lips, mixed with the rain and running down her chin onto her white neck and deep cleavage, glinting with obscene wetness in the lightning.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the thunder seemed to be beating time for our passion.

We lost ourselves in the tiny shelter, kissing, rolling, and tangling with each other, our hands roaming freely over each other's soaked bodies, as if we wanted to pour out all the excitement, loneliness, fear, and desire we had been holding back for so long.

No one knew how much time passed before the rain finally eased.

Zheng Xuemei lay on my chest, panting hard, her lips red and swollen and gleaming, a string of clear saliva still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Her voice was hoarse, but filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and softness. "Chen Mo... today has been the most... the most thrilling, the most... the most unforgettable day of the past few years for me..."

I gently stroked her hair, still wet from the rain but burning hot, and whispered in her ear, "Me too."

We held each other tightly, quietly listening to the rain outside and each other's pounding hearts in the rainy jungle night.

At that moment, there was no system, no marriage, no workplace. There were only a man and a woman in the dark, giving each other warmth and comfort.

Only after the flashlight completely ran out of power did we support each other and follow the barely visible tracks back the way we came.

After walking for about another ten minutes, we found a more hidden fork in the path, and it seemed to end at a cave. Driven by curiosity, we cautiously approached with the flashlight.

The entrance to the cave was hidden by vines, and there was a faint glow inside.

We had barely gone in a few steps when we saw the walls covered with ancient and complicated runes, and in the center of a half-meter-high stone platform sat an ancient teleportation array that actually emitted a faint blue light!

The array's pattern was intricate and beautiful, nothing like anything modern humans could have made.

Even more terrifying, a badly weathered skeleton was lying beside the teleportation array...

"W-What is this?!" Zheng Xuemei's voice trembled visibly as she clutched my arm so hard her nails nearly dug into my flesh.

The flashlight beam shook as it landed on the skeleton.

It was half-leaning against the cave wall, so weathered that its hollow eye sockets looked like two black holes staring straight at us.

Even stranger, a simple silver ring was on the index finger of its outstretched right hand.

The ring was engraved with complex runes, and at that moment it was glowing with a faint blue light, responding to the ancient teleportation array on the half-meter-high stone platform deeper in the cave.

The array lines were ornate and exquisite, exuding a strange energy that did not belong to this era, making the air inside the cave seem distorted.

My heart pounded violently and my scalp prickled. "Don't touch it! Don't touch anything! This place is way too damned creepy! We need to get out now!"

As soon as I finished speaking, a low humming suddenly echoed through the cave, as if something ancient was waking up.

Zheng Xuemei went pale with terror and nearly collapsed against me. I wrapped an arm around her waist and practically dragged her as I turned and ran.

We stumbled and scrambled out of the cave, the eerie humming behind us growing louder and louder, as if it might catch up at any moment.

Vines lashed across our faces painfully and branches scraped our skin raw, but we couldn't care about any of that. We only knew we had to run.

Zheng Xuemei was barefoot now, stepping on wet leaves and sharp stones without making a sound, only clutching my hand so hard her grip hurt.

(We didn't know it then, but not long after we fled in panic, a ragged, filthy little beggar boy quietly slipped into the cave. He was probably eleven or twelve, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, and he was deeply drawn to the ring glowing with blue light. Trembling, the boy approached the skeleton, swallowed hard, and stretched out his dirty little hand to laboriously remove the ring from the skeleton's knuckle. The instant he slipped it onto his thin finger, the entire teleportation array erupted in blinding blue light! The intense glow swallowed the boy's small figure and twisted, shattered, and erased the ancient formation along with him, until nothing was left but the sound of an eerie wind in the cave... and we knew nothing about any of it.)

Along the way we ran into a few more dangerous moments... nearly slipping down a slick steep slope, hearing an unidentified beast's low growl, the phone finally getting one bar of signal only to lose it again... every crisis made us draw closer, and Zheng Xuemei spent almost the entire time half-held in my arms.

When we finally made it back to the car in a miserable state, it was already past eleven at night.

We were soaked through from head to toe, our clothes covered in mud and grass clippings, cold and clinging to our skin.

Zheng Xuemei's silk shirt and half-skirt were almost completely transparent, and her full chest and lush ass looked especially tempting in the weak light from the dashboard.

She started the car, turned the heat up to the maximum, then looked back at me, her eyes still carrying the heat, softness, and attachment from the jungle just now.

"Chen Mo... our clothes are all soaked. Let's take them off and dry them first, or we'll really catch a chill."

As she said that, she was the first to take off her soaked coat and silk shirt.

At some point during the kisses and rolling around earlier, the flesh-colored nipple covers had been lost. Her upper body was now completely naked, and two snow-white, full, heavy breasts were fully exposed to the air, trembling slightly with her movements, their pink nipples standing up from the cold and tension.

Zheng Xuemei's cheeks were faintly red, but she still bit her lower lip and whispered, "You... take yours off too. It's just the two of us in the car anyway."

I nodded, and the two of us quickly stripped off everything wet on the outside until only our underwear remained.

Our upper bodies were completely naked.

The car's heater blew hot air nonstop, and the wet clothes were hung over the seatbacks and rear seats to dry. Before long, the cabin filled with an ambiguous, humid warmth and the mixed scent of our bodies.

Zheng Xuemei sat bare-chested in the driver's seat, her heavy breasts gently swaying in the heat, their curves irresistible. She suddenly said softly, "Good thing there aren't any cameras here... otherwise this would be embarrassing."

I laughed and added, "Yeah. If what we just did got filmed, the company would explode tomorrow."

Her ears turned hot, but she still reached out and turned off the dash cam, whispering, "My windows are privacy glass. You can't see inside from outside... it should be relatively safe."

The temperature inside the car rose quickly, and the two of us gradually warmed up with our naked upper bodies in the hot air. In the cramped space, the sensual heat mixed with the smell of rain and the mature woman's body scent, making the atmosphere heavier and heavier.

Looking at her naked, full chest, I couldn't help but murmur, "Sister Zheng, you really are beautiful today... your tits are so big, and really soft too, and heavy. When I was rubbing them under the tree just now, I could barely get my hands around them. And your ass is even bigger... round and perky, and it feels especially springy to the touch."

She blushed scarlet at my blunt words, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she bit her lower lip lightly and looked at me with a hint of shy allure. "You... why are you suddenly saying all this... you're awful..."

She paused, then added softly, her voice gentle, "But... I'm glad you like them."

I smiled and let my gaze roam over her naked upper body. "Sister Zheng, you really have such a great figure."

She suddenly turned to look at my bare upper body, her eyes brightening slightly as she said softly, "I didn't expect that at twenty-seven you'd still be in such good shape... your chest and abs are both the lean kind, really firm, like a nineteen-year-old boy."

Her praise put me in a great mood, so I teased her on purpose. "Sister Zheng, have you seen an eighteen-year-old?"

Her face instantly turned red. She spat lightly at me and said, "Are you trying to die?...When I was eighteen, of course I had seen eighteen-year-old boys... Back in high school, the boys on the basketball team would often strip off their shirts to drink water when they got hot, and they didn't avoid the girls... I used to sneak glances at them then..."

I couldn't help laughing out loud. "So Sister Zheng was a little pervert back then too."

Embarrassed, she lightly swatted me, but there was a smile in her eyes. "How rude... I was just curious. Now and then I scroll Douyin too, and those borderline videos... don't laugh at me."

I shook my head with a smile. "I won't laugh. I think it's adorable. No different from eighteen."

Leaning back in the seat, her naked breasts rising and falling gently with her breathing, Zheng Xuemei looked at me and said softly, "You're lying to your sister again... I'm obviously already old and faded."

I looked at her seriously, my voice low and gentle. "I really was lying to you. An eighteen-year-old girl doesn't have your kind of charm... the way you are now is what really makes you irresistible."

Her ears turned red from the praise, her eyes moist, but she still tilted her head and asked deliberately, "You're not secretly calling your sister slutty, are you?"

She gave a light spit in my direction, but she couldn't hide the smile at the corners of her mouth. She rolled her eyes at me and said with the coyness unique to a mature woman, "How come I never hear you talk like this at work? So slick with your mouth."

I smiled back and asked, "If I wasn't slick-mouthed at work, who was the one fighting for you so hard in those meetings?"

Zheng Xuemei froze for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. Her bare upper body leaned slightly forward, and those heavy breasts swayed gently. She nodded. "That is true... I really did owe you for those times."

The heater kept blowing, and the two naked upper bodies were pressed close together. The ambiguous atmosphere grew thicker and thicker in the cramped car. Zheng Xuemei suddenly leaned closer, resting her head on my shoulder and murmuring, "Chen Mo... today really has been... very special."

I smiled and kept talking to her in a gentle voice. "Seeing how scared you were today, but still following me all the way, honestly, I felt pretty sorry for you. At work you're so capable, carrying so much on your own, and then you go home and face an empty house... that really isn't easy."

Her eyes dimmed a little and she let out a soft sigh. "Yeah... work is manageable. You grit your teeth and push through. What's hardest is after I get home... once the lights go out, there's only me. I used to wait for his calls, but now even the calls are getting fewer and fewer. Chen Mo, what about you? Your relationship with your wife is so good. How do you do it?"

I said sincerely, "We put a lot of things on the table and talk them through. Even something like today... I'd tell her about it. She'd still get jealous, but she'd understand me."

Listening to that, Zheng Xuemei's gaze softened even more. She whispered, "You're really good... Having a wife like that is your blessing. Sometimes I'm honestly envious... envious of that feeling of being cared for, of being remembered."

The heater kept blowing in the car as we talked about family, work, and the loneliness and persistence each of us had carried through the years.

As we talked, her body gradually relaxed, and she took the initiative to rest her head on my shoulder.

The heater blew warmly inside the car, and the wet clothes hanging on the seatbacks and rear seats slowly dried.

Our upper bodies were naked, and we were only wearing underwear. The cramped space was filled with ambiguous warmth, the smell of rain, and the mixed scent of our bodies.

Leaning against the driver's seat, Zheng Xuemei's snow-white breasts rose and fell gently with each breath, her pink nipples trembling faintly in the hot air.

She suddenly turned her body toward me, looking at me with misty eyes, her voice soft but carrying a hint of initiative. "Chen Mo... are you okay down there? You carried me for so long just now..."

As she spoke, she reached out and lightly touched my chest, her fingertips moving down from my pecs, across my abs, and finally stopping at the edge of my underwear.

My breathing caught, and I let her explore. Biting her lower lip, her gaze grew bolder and bolder. She pressed her palm lightly over the already half-hard cock under my underwear and began stroking it slowly.

"...Not huge," she said in a low voice, with a hint of teasing but still gentle, "but it's enough... pretty hard."

Her blunt words made me a little embarrassed and heated my ears, but I couldn't stop myself from getting even more worked up by her practiced touch. I lowered my voice and asked the system, "System, can my sexual ability be enhanced?"

The system quickly replied: [Host's current level is LV2. Sexual ability enhancement functions will unlock at later levels. They will be available.]

Zheng Xuemei noticed me losing focus and let out a soft laugh, but her hand didn't stop.

She leaned closer, her eyes wet and bold.

She slid her hand into my underwear and directly wrapped her fingers around my fully hard, thick cock, stroking it up and down with her warm palm.

Her movements were light and slow, but they carried practiced skill. Sometimes she gripped harder, sometimes she pressed her thumb against the ridge beneath the glans, working me until my blood was surging.

"Chen Mo... so hot... it's jumping so hard..." she whispered near my ear, her breath washing over my neck.

Her stroking felt so good that I sucked in a sharp breath. My hips involuntarily pushed forward, but I still couldn't quite manage to cum.

Panting, I said, "I'm pretty enduring... right now I'm hard as hell, but I just can't shoot."

Zheng Xuemei gave a soft laugh, but her hand didn't stop. Instead, she gripped me even tighter.

"Oh? So patient... then I really want to see just how long you can last."