Chapter 9: My Wife's Black Lace Bedroom War

I could no longer hold back. I wrapped my arms around her naked upper body, one hand cradling her burning face as I gently stroked her, my thumb rubbing over her soft lower lip.

The other hand covered her heavy, snow-white breasts, kneading them hard.

My fingers sank deep into the soft, elastic flesh, squeezing and rolling those gorgeous tits until they warped under my grip and sprang back into shape.

"Ah... mm..." Zheng Xuemei trembled under my hands, letting out a stifled moan, but she still pushed her chest harder into my palm.

Suddenly she opened her mouth and took the finger I was using to stroke her face into it. Her warm, wet tongue wrapped around it, sucking and licking gently, as if it were something far more intimate.

"Mmm..." She held my finger in her mouth and looked at me with dazed eyes, her tongue circling my fingertip with nimble little swirls, making those ambiguous, sticky little sounds.

The sight shot through me so hard that my cock lurched violently, throbbing even harder in her palm.

"Sister Zheng... you feel so good sucking on me..." I panted, my hands kneading her tits even more fiercely, my fingers pinching and tugging hard at her already stiff, swollen nipples.

Zheng Xuemei gave a muffled hum around my finger, her voice blurred and wanton:

"Mm... your finger... is so hot too... Chen Mo... you're really... so hard today..."

As she spoke, she sped up her strokes on my cock, while her other hand gently cupped my balls and kneaded them.

Inside the car, there was nothing but our ragged breathing, the wet sounds of her stroking, and the whoosh of the heater. The air between us was charged to the limit.

I kept massaging her heavy breasts with one hand and pushed my finger deeper into her mouth, letting her suck harder.

Zheng Xuemei's eyes were hazy. Her tongue wrapped around my finger and licked at it with all her strength, as if telling me just how badly she wanted this moment.

After quite a while, I was still rock-hard and still couldn't come.

I gently covered her hand and said in a low voice:

"Sister Zheng... we don't have enough time. I can't cum. Let's do it next time."

Zheng Xuemei slowly pulled her hand away, but still couldn't resist giving my cock one last light squeeze. Her voice was soft, smiling:

"You're pretty impressive... hard for so long and still didn't cum. Looks like you really can hold back."

She leaned against my shoulder, her naked full breasts pressed against my arm, breathing softly:

"All right... next time."

The car fell quiet again, leaving only the sound of the heater. Zheng Xuemei leaned back in her seat, then deliberately shifted her body a little closer to me.

"Chen Mo... thank you for today," she said softly, her voice thick with a heavy nasal note. "Not just for coming out with me... but for making me feel like... I'm still a woman someone needs."

I gently put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head:

"Sister Zheng, you deserve to be treated properly."

She didn't say anything, only leaned in a little closer. Her soaked clothes slowly warmed in the heat, and the distance between us kept shrinking.

Zheng Xuemei drove me back to the city and stopped at the entrance to my neighborhood.

She turned to look at me. Her wet clothes were still clinging tightly to her body, and her full breasts and generous ass looked especially seductive in the weak glow of the dashboard.

The heat, softness, and dependence from the jungle still lingered in her eyes.

"Chen Mo... thank you for keeping me company today."

After she said that, she unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over in the cramped car, and kissed me again on her own initiative.

This kiss was deeper, longer, and more intense than any of the ones before.

We tangled together in the car, tongues entwined, breath mingling, as if we wanted to grind each other down into our bones and blood.

After a long time, she finally pulled back with a flushed face, her voice hoarse but satisfied:

"Go on... be careful on the way back."

I nodded, then couldn't help looking back at her before getting out.

She sat in the driver's seat, her soaked silk blouse and half skirt outlining the curves of her mature, full body. That glance seemed to freeze every bit of danger, ambiguity, fear, and heartbeat from tonight inside it.

I turned and walked toward the neighborhood, unable to calm down for a long time.

The system prompt sounded at that moment:

【A unified settlement of the entire event is in progress】

【Detected deep physical contact and emotional bonding between the mature woman and the host under extreme conditions. Award: 100 points. Current remaining points: 358.】

【Target's emotions fluctuated violently; favorability has broken through substantially. Current favorability: 152】

152.

I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and sent Wang Youmin a message:

【I'm back. Today... a lot happened. She kissed me.】

After sending it, I quickened my pace and headed home.

What welled up in me was guilt, excitement, and the lingering aftertaste of tonight's jungle adventure.

What shook me even more was the moment I would have to face Wang Youmin and tell her all of this, word for word.

When I got home, the living room was dark. Only the yellow streetlight leaking through the curtain gap gave it a cold, lonely feel.

I pushed the door open, looking a sorry mess, my clothes still half wet, carrying the mixed smell of mountain earth, rainwater, and vegetation.

Wang Youmin was sitting alone on the sofa, hugging her knees, her phone tossed aside.

I couldn't make out her expression in the dim light, but I could clearly feel that suppressed, heavy emotion, like low pressure before a downpour.

I changed my shoes and walked over, sitting lightly across from her. Before I could speak, Wang Youmin lifted her head first.

"Go take a shower first," she said calmly. "You stink of mud and rain. Wash it all off before you come talk to me."

I froze for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."

I went into the bathroom and took a quick hot shower.

The hot water washed away the mud and chill from my body, but it couldn't wash away the burning memories left behind in the jungle tonight.

After I finished, I came back to the living room wearing only a bath towel, my hair still dripping water.

Wang Youmin was still sitting on the sofa, almost exactly as before, only now she raised her eyes to look at me, her expression complicated.

I sat down beside her, still sunk in the excitement and danger of tonight, unable to hide the thrill in my voice:

"Youmin, I'm cleaned up... today was unbelievable. You can't imagine what we ran into..."

I eagerly told her everything from start to finish: the picnic outside the city, singing together in the traffic jam, getting lost and stumbling into a crime scene, seeing corpses and bloodstains, being lectured by the police, making out and rolling under a banyan tree in the rain, Zheng Xuemei's initiative deep kiss, and the details of me forcefully kneading her ass... I left almost nothing out.

When I was done, I even added, still unsatisfied, "Seriously, the police on site even praised our observation skills. That whole experience was insane. Just thinking about it now gives me goosebumps..."

The living room went terrifyingly quiet.

Wang Youmin said nothing the whole time, only watching me coolly. After a long while, she suddenly let out a faint laugh. It was full of obvious fatigue and mockery.

"Chen Mo, did you fry your brain today or what?"

I froze. "What?"

"You told me you and Zheng Xuemei went for a picnic outside the city, then got lost and wandered into a crime scene, saw corpses, blood, police, and even found an ancient teleportation array with a glowing ring and a skeleton? Then in the pouring rain you pinned her under a tree and kissed her until she couldn't stand?" She raised her head, her eyes full of suspicion and disappointment. "Could you make up a story that at least sounds a little believable? At the very least, not this ridiculous, okay?"

I panicked. "I'm not lying to you! Seriously! The police are still there, and I still have chat records with them on my phone..."

"Enough." Wang Youmin cut me off. Her voice suddenly turned calm, but the calmness was unnerving. "Chen Mo, you had a great time tonight, didn't you? So good that you needed to come back and feed me this absurd story?"

She gave herself a bitter little laugh, the corners of her eyes glistening faintly in the yellow light:

"Do you think that because I said 'go' and said 'it's fine,' it really means I'm completely fine with it?"

My heart sank hard, and all my excitement vanished at once.

"No... Youmin, I..."

"Then do you know how I felt tonight?" She turned and looked straight at me, her voice flat, but the flatness took effort, as if she were forcing something down. "Not angry. Hurt. Really hurt. You were out there eating, chatting, drinking, singing, and adventuring with another woman, and in the end she even kissed you first and let you rub her ass... while I was sitting at home alone like an idiot, waiting for you to come back and tell me stories."

She took a deep breath. Tears finally began to gather in her eyes, but she held them back and didn't let them fall.

"What hurts even more is that I know I'm hurting this much, but I feel like I don't have the right to be hurt. Because I agreed to this. I'm the one who kept telling you to go. I'm the one who opened the door for you. So I don't even have a place to vent this hurt... I can only sit here, scrolling on my phone, watching the time, imagining you two kissing in the car, holding each other in the rain... Chen Mo, can you imagine what that felt like for me?"

"Chen Mo," she said at last, "yesterday you told me you'd come back early, and you'd bring me the mango mille-feuille I like."

"And now you came back empty-handed. No, you came back with a beauty in your arms."

"I was like some fool, like a stone watcher waiting for her husband, keeping one light on and waiting until midnight."

That passage was like a dull knife, slowly stabbing into my heart again and again.

I couldn't sit still any longer. I moved closer and pulled her tightly into my arms. She didn't push me away, but her body was rigid as ice, cold enough to sting.

"Youmin..." I said softly, my lips against her hair, "I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to make you this miserable. You have every right to feel hurt, to be angry, to yell at me. You don't have to keep holding it in."

She was silent in my arms for a long time before her shoulders gradually softened a little, though she was still trembling faintly.

"I'm not blaming you for telling me," she said, voice muffled and nasal. "You promised to tell me everything, and you did... I'm just... blaming myself."

"For what?"

"For knowing I'm jealous, for knowing I'm hurting so much, and still pretending to be generous." She lifted her head, her eyes red, holding back tears. "Chen Mo, sometimes I really wonder if I'm too stupid. Watching you get closer and closer to other women, while I sit beside you planning things out, analyzing their psychology, telling you how to move forward... am I fucking sick?"

My heart ached so badly I could hardly breathe. I held her even tighter and rested my chin on the top of her head:

"You're not stupid. You just love me too hard, too deeply."

Wang Youmin took a deep breath, then suddenly wriggled free enough to look straight at me. In her eyes were a mix of fragility, grievance, anger, and something even more complicated and hotter.

"Chen Mo... I want to find a way to make us even."

I froze.

She went on, her voice carrying a kind of self-destructive stubbornness and determination:

"You have Zheng Xuemei, you have Lin Jia, and the system opened a door for you so you could taste new things, so you could be kissed by mature women on their own initiative, so you could rub their asses... What about me? I sit at home every day, listening to your reports, listening to you talk about how wet other women are, how slutty they are, how they cling to you in the rain..."

She paused, and her eyes suddenly turned bright and hot, carrying a flame that felt both vengeful and teasing:

"I want to try that feeling too. I want to be fucked hard, pinned to the bed, have a cock shoved all the way in, fucked until I cry out, fucked until I leak, fucked until my legs go weak and my eyes roll back... I want to know whether, as Wang Youmin, I'm really worth wanting that badly."

By the time she finished, her cheeks were already blazing red, but she didn't avoid my gaze. Instead, she added even more directly:

"Fair's fair, Chen Mo. You've been eating meat out there. At the very least... shouldn't I get to taste that feeling too?"

The living room was terrifyingly quiet. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.

I stared at her for a long time, my mind like a bowl of spilled five-flavor sauce... shock, pain, guilt, and a strange flicker of excitement all mixed together, finally turning into a long, heavy sigh:

"You... are serious?"

"I'm seriously considering it," Wang Youmin said without looking away. Her voice was calm, but weighted. "It's not a whim. I've really thought about it for a long time. You have your system, your mature women. What do I have? I only have you. But sometimes I also think... if I could be strongly wanted, if I could be fucked until I'm dazed, tongue out, eyes rolled back, I want to know what that feels like."

She reached out and lightly touched my face. Her fingertips were ice-cold, but the touch held a strange tenderness, her voice soft and slutty:

"Don't worry, I won't really go find someone else... but I want to try once. Just once. Let you taste what it feels like for me now... this itching, jealous, unbearable feeling."

I stayed silent for a very long time.

It felt like two forces were tearing at each other inside my head.

On one hand, I truly didn't want any real man to touch Wang Youmin, even if he was only a nominal "single guy"; on the other hand, I knew perfectly well that if I didn't give her a chance to make us even, the thorn in her heart would only sink deeper and deeper.

Just as I was about to speak, the long-absent system prompt suddenly rang in my head:

【A strong emotional imbalance and retaliatory need has been detected in the host's spouse. Hidden function "Mirror Barrier: Clone" has been automatically unlocked at the cost of 50 points.】

【Current remaining points: 308.】

Immediately after that, a series of cold, crystal-clear instructions unfolded in my mind:

【Core function: after setting a barrier at a specified location (current residence), any third party who has not been authorized by the host and who may commit actual sexual violation against the host's spouse will be immediately confined to a system subspace and fall into a deep coma.】

【During this time, the host may separate a portion of his soul and essence, generating a perfect mirror clone on the spot inside the barrier. That clone is completely controlled by the host's consciousness; body, soul, and sensory experience are synchronized with the original and do not involve any third-party intrusion.】

【The clone's appearance, build, voice, smell, and organ size can all be fully customized. It can be shaped into any form whatsoever, including being far more handsome and sexually capable than the original third party. In the target's eyes, the clone will be indistinguishable from the imprisoned third party and no flaw will be detected.】

【The sex process consumes no points and awards no points.】

【Set the "Mirror Barrier" in the current residence immediately?】

I sat on the edge of the bed, completely frozen, my heartbeat surging wildly.

The system... had actually handed me an almost perfect solution at a time like this.

It not only completely eliminated the possibility of any real cuckolding, it also put the initiative entirely in my hands... whoever I wanted to appear would appear; how the clone looked, how big its cock was, how good its technique was, all of it was mine to decide.

I took a deep breath and asked in my mind:

"If the third party is some ugly, short dwarf, or even a goblin... can I shape the clone into Eddie Peng or Daniel Wu? There really won't be any telltale signs?"

The system answered immediately:

【No. This barrier comes with a high-level illusion array. Even if the clone's cock is customized to 20 cm, the target will still perceive it as the original third party's size and shape. Appearance, voice, smell, and everything else can all be perfectly disguised. The host may customize freely, with zero risk of any flaw.】

I kept going:

"And afterward? What happens to that third party? What should I do with my clone?"

【Two handling options are available:】

【1. Gentle recovery: after the fact, the clone is dismissed and the third party is returned to the real world. Their memory will be blurred by the system... they will only retain a fuzzy impression that they 'seem to have been there' and that 'something intense happened,' but all details will be forgotten, turning into a self-deluded wet dream. They will never know the truth and will only become a clown toyed with in the palm of your hand. At the same time, the host may choose to inherit part of the clone's essence (looks, sexual ability, vitality, etc.) for a permanent increase.】

【2. Permanent replacement: let the clone continue to exist, while the third party is permanently exiled to the system subspace and vanishes from the real world. The host will obtain an external clone completely under his control. However, because the soul is divided, both the original body and the clone will suffer a certain degree of vitality depletion and will require long-term nourishment and recovery (for example, Liuwei Dihuang pills, goji berries, Shenbao, and so on).】

Listening to that, my scalp prickled slightly.

"This... the second method is basically murder, isn't it?"

【As the owner of the system, you should never have to suffer any form of violation. Any third party who tries to lay hands on your spouse without permission deserves punishment. That is the rule.】

I stayed silent for a very long time. In the end, I said softly in my heart:

"...I can't accept the second one yet. Let's use the first one for now."

The system gave no further reply, simply waiting quietly for my final decision.

I looked at Wang Youmin in my arms, her eyes red but still forcing herself to stay strong, and a complicated emotion surged through me to the extreme... guilt, heartache, possessiveness, and a hidden, almost godlike sense of superiority.

So I really could toy with everything in my hands.

I took a deep breath and silently recited:

【Confirm activation of the current residence's "Mirror Barrier."】

The next second, an invisible wave of energy spread out from me quietly, enveloping the entire home.

The system prompt sounded softly:

【Mirror Barrier has been set. Clone can be generated at any time.】

I lowered my head and kissed Wang Youmin's sweat-damp forehead, then said softly:

"All right... I agree. But I'm going to use a method that guarantees this is only between the two of us."

Wang Youmin frowned slightly. "What method?"

I didn't explain right away. I only said in a low voice:

"Trust me. This time... it's really only the two of us."

Wang Youmin stared at me for several seconds, then nodded lightly:

"Fine."

I held her gently and tightly in my arms, and in my heart I said without sound: Youmin, this time... it's still only me.

She suddenly smiled. That smile carried a little relief, and a little wickedness too:

"How do you feel right now?"

"Not good," I answered honestly. "Terrible. It feels like there's a thorn stuck in my chest."

Her smile deepened. She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaned to my ear, and said in a soft, seductive voice:

"That's right... now we're even, husband."

As soon as she finished, she kissed me on her own initiative, her lips hot and wet, carrying a clear sense of aggression.

Her tongue slid in immediately, tangling hard with mine, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and desire from tonight at once.

I lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and panted lightly in my ear:

"Tonight... you have to fuck me harder. Fuck me so hard I scream louder than Zheng Xuemei... okay?"

We stayed like that on the sofa for a long time, tongues twined together, breaths mingling, as if we wanted to knead all the grievances, jealousy, and love of the night into that one kiss.

Later I picked her up in my arms. Wang Youmin let out a soft cry and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her face against mine. Her voice was low, carrying a faint nasal softness: "Wait..."

"Mm?" I lowered my head and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Tonight," she murmured into my ear, her breath warm, "stay with me properly... don't get distracted. Just me, okay?"

I knew what she meant. She didn't just want release; she wanted all of me tonight, with no trace of Zheng Xuemei, no system, no one else. "Okay," I said seriously, looking into her eyes. "Tonight it's only you."

I carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.

Wang Youmin leaned back against the pillow, her hair a little mussed, the emotional afterglow from the living room still lingering on her cheeks, but her eyes were bright, hiding a trace of anticipation and shyness.

Standing by the bed, I took off my jacket and tossed it onto the chair. She watched me, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, then suddenly sat up, her voice soft but deliberately teasing: "Chen Mo... don't start yet. I prepared something today..."

After saying that, she bit her lower lip and got up to the wardrobe, taking out an exquisite black paper bag.

My heart suddenly sped up... she had actually prepared ahead of time.

With her back to me, Wang Youmin unhurriedly peeled off her loungewear piece by piece, first the loose top, then her pants. Beneath them, she'd already changed into lingerie.

When she turned around, my breathing caught at once.

She was wearing a seductive set of black lace lingerie.

The half-cup lace bra lifted her two snowy-soft breasts high, squeezing out a deep, plush cleavage, with the edges of her pink areolas faintly visible. The upper edge of the bra was sheer tulle, and the lace pattern was delicate and filthy.

On the bottom, she wore a crotchless lace panty. The thin straps bit into the snowy curves of her waist and the plush flesh of her hips, while the crotch itself was open, leaving only narrow strips of lace at the sides of her labia, faintly exposing her already slightly wet pink slit.

What was deadliest of all was the black lace garter straps around the tops of her thighs. The thin black stockings clung tightly to her long, even legs, making her look elegant and debauched at once, the contradiction itself unbearably enticing.

She had clearly prepared this for tonight on purpose, even putting on light makeup and a watery bean-paste-colored lipstick on her lips.

"How is it..." Wang Youmin said, hands behind her back as she pushed her chest forward a little, her voice shy but intentionally teasing. "I secretly bought it this afternoon... does it look good?"

"So good it makes me want to commit a crime." My throat bobbed, and I could barely tear my eyes away.

She walked back to the bed slowly, knelt on it, and lifted her hands behind her head in a display pose, pushing her chest even higher, tightening her waist, and arching her hips back a little.

Those tits, propped up by the lace bra into a round, perky shape, and the nearly vacuum-like crotchless panties looked shameless and beautiful in the bedroom's soft light.

"If you like it... take it off slowly," she looked at me with watery eyes. "I wore it today just for you."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I climbed onto the bed, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her deeply for a long while before slowly starting to "unwrap the present."

I first pushed her down onto the bed so she was lying on her back.

My hands started at her shoulders and slid down along the lace straps, my fingertips hooking the bra straps and pulling them down slowly. The black lace peeled away from her snowy skin, revealing two breasts that bounced fully free, her nipples already hard and red, trembling slightly in the air.

"Wife... your tits are so perky today..." I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, licking around it with my tongue while my right hand grabbed the soft flesh of the other side and kneaded and squeezed hard, working it until it changed shape and sprang back, drinking in all that softness and elasticity in my palm.

Wang Youmin shivered lightly under my mouth, slipping her fingers into my hair and already sounding soft: "Mm... suck slower... today I just want you to have fun with my tits... ah..."

I sucked hard on her nipple for a while longer before moving downward again.

My hands hooked the thin straps of that almost nonexistent crotchless lace panty and slowly tugged them down.

Her wet lips parted slightly as the panties were pulled open, drawing out a glistening strand of slick.

She took the initiative and lifted her snowy hips to cooperate, letting me slide that shameless open-crotch panty all the way down to her ankles before tossing it under the bed.

With only the black garter stockings left on her, she was now completely naked yet still adorned with lingering pieces of fetishwear. That half-covered, half-exposed contrast made my blood surge.

I bent down and kissed my way from her collarbone downward. She leaned against the pillow and watched me, her hair in disarray, her eyes bright, but a satisfied smile curving her lips.

"You were... especially serious today..." Her voice was soft and limp. "It makes me feel... cared for."

"I always care about you." I looked up and met her eyes seriously.

She didn't say anything else, only looped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into another deep kiss. As we kissed, my hand had already slid to her flat belly and kept moving downward.

She was already soaked through.

Through the wetness left by the panties I'd pulled off, I gently parted her plump, soft lips with my fingers, found the swollen clit, and slowly rubbed it with my fingertips.

Her waist immediately sank down, and a satisfied, unbearable moan rose in her throat.

"Chen Mo..."

"Mm."

"Inside... finger inside..." she panted, spreading her legs on her own.

I slowly pushed one finger into her hot, tight cunt, and the layered folds of warm flesh at once wrapped around it, slick and elastic.

I stirred slowly inside while my thumb kept rubbing her clit quickly.

"Ah... so sore... deeper..." Wang Youmin's moans grew harder and harder to hold back. Her body tightened, her toes curled, and both hands clutched the sheets with desperate force.

I added a second finger, and the two of them dug and stirred inside her wet, tight pussy together, making the slick squelch noisily as it was dragged out and flowed along her crease onto the sheets.

I concentrated on kissing and touching her, wanting to feed her every last bit of tenderness and desire from tonight, little by little.

I slowly pulled my fingers out of her hot, tight cunt, drawing out a glistening, sticky silver thread.

She had long since lost patience. Her two long, snowy legs spread wide on their own, knees bent and heels braced against the mattress, her waist lifting upward as if eagerly inviting me in.

The black lace crotchless lingerie had already been thrown aside, leaving only the garter stockings tightening around the base of her full thighs, making her whole lower body look even more shameless and alluring.

I knelt between her thighs, gripping my thick, already purple and vein-swollen cock, and ground the scorching glans back and forth against the slippery, swollen entrance of her pussy, deliberately not thrusting in right away.

The sticky slick was scraped and smeared everywhere by the glans, stretching into filthy threads.

"Chen Mo... stop grinding already..." Wang Youmin panted, her voice soft and slutty, both hands gripping my arms and dragging me downward. "Come in... I want you... fill me up..."

I pushed my hips forward, and the glans slowly forced apart her two fleshy, wet lips, inch by inch prying open her scalding, tight inner flesh.

The layered hot flesh was forced open, then greedily wrapped back around me. That ultimate sensation of wet heat, tightness, and writhing flooded from the glans through my whole body in an instant, so hot it made my scalp tingle.

"Puchi..."

Along with an extremely filthy wet sound, my entire hard eleven-centimeter cock sank all the way into her body, the glans savagely slamming into the soft core deep inside her.

"Ah...!" Wang Youmin threw her head back sharply, her snowy neck drawing into a beautiful curve, her mouth slightly open.

"So deep... your cock... so hot... you've stuffed me full... mmh..."

I leaned down over her, my chest pressed against her full breasts, held up so plump and soft by the fetish bra, my face brushing hers, noses rubbing, breaths tangling together.

Then I started to thrust slowly, not rushing, pulling all the way out until only the glans remained before driving all the way back in again, steady and deep.

The sound of flesh striking flesh rang out in the quiet bedroom...

"Slap... slap... slap..."

The rhythm was like a slow, deep erotic movement. Every plunge hit her most sensitive sweet spot; every withdrawal dragged out a mass of translucent, stringy slick that flowed along her snowy crease and onto the sheets, leaving the place where we joined a filthy mess.

Wang Youmin's moans grew higher and higher. Her hands moved from the sheets to my back, her fingernails digging deep into my muscles and leaving hot red streaks behind.

Her waist began to meet me of its own accord, lifting to match my rhythm, the two of us working together with perfect tacit understanding... the body memory carved in us by three years of marriage meant that even without speaking, we knew exactly what force and depth the other wanted at this moment.

"Hubby... so deep... a little harder... fuck me... fuck your slutty wife harder..." She completely dropped her usual reserve, staring at me with wet eyes while her mouth spilled filthier and filthier dirty talk. "Ah... your cock is so hard... it's hitting my womb... fucking feels so good... mmh...!"

I lowered my head and took one of her nipples, already hard and burning hot, into my mouth, sucking hard and biting lightly while I sped up my thrusts.

Each impact grew heavier and more forceful, the slap of flesh getting louder and louder.

She was getting fucked so hard her tits bounced wildly up and down, and her slick was being driven out with a filthy squelching sound.

"I can't take it... I'm about to come... Chen Mo... fuck me... fuck me apart... ruin my dirty pussy... ah...!"

I threw one of her long, beautiful legs over my shoulder and switched to a deeper angle.

From that angle I could hammer even more savagely at her most sensitive front-wall G-spot.

She immediately let out an even higher scream, her arms clamped around my neck so hard her knuckles went white.

I bent down, pressed my lips to her burning-hot ear, and said each word in a husky, low voice: "Youmin... you're the best."

That sentence was like the final fuse being lit.

Wang Youmin's whole body snapped tight. Her snowy body trembled violently, her neck arched all the way back, her eyes rolled upward until only a broad stretch of seductive white showed, her pink tongue involuntarily hanging long from her mouth, saliva running down the corner of her lips.

Both her hands lifted weakly upward, fingers spread, and her whole face was fucked into the ultimate dazed ahegao.

"Chen Mo...!!! Ah...!!!"

A long, soaring cry with a sobbing edge burst from her throat.

Deep inside her vagina, violent spasms clenched and released, like countless tiny hot, wet mouths madly sucking at my glans, and a searing gush of cum sprayed hard over my glans.

The system prompt rang out one after another:

[Target called the host's name during climax, bonus 30 points.]

[Detected the target showing tongue-out, eyes-rolling ahegao state, reward 10 points.]

[Detected the target showing tongue-out cross-eyed state, reward 20 points.]

[Detected the target with both hands raised, reward related hidden achievement, bonus 40 points! Current remaining points: 408.]

The intense suction sensation of her climax pushed me straight to my own peak. I let out a low growl and drove my hips forward hard, shooting every last bit of the thick semen I'd built up all night deep into her womb.

One surge, two surges, three surges... each one hot and abundant, filling her lower belly until it bulged faintly. The milky fluid mixed with her slick was squeezed out from where we joined, flowing down along the base of her thighs wrapped in stockings.

We collapsed together, panting hard. The bedroom was full of the thick scent of sex... the filthy smell of sweat, slick, and semen mixed together.

After a long while, Wang Youmin finally slowly came back to her senses from the afterglow of her climax. Her hands weakly slipped down from the raised pose, resting on my sweat-damp back, her fingertips trembling faintly as her voice went hoarse with satisfaction:

"Chen Mo..."

"Mm."

"That last thing you said just now..." She panted, her eyes still wet with the glow of climax.

"Mm?"

"Was it true?" she asked, biting her lower lip, her voice soft enough to melt.

"It was true," I said, lowering my head to kiss her lips and answering seriously. "Obviously. You're the best."

She let out a muffled laugh, a little nasal and a little sore, but she didn't cry. Instead, she buried her face deep in the crook of my neck, her warm breath washing over my skin with satisfaction and dependence.

"What was that 40-point achievement?"

"Tongue out, cross-eyed, hands in a V sign," I answered with a laugh, gently stroking her sweat-damp spine.

She froze for two seconds, then suddenly laughed again. "I didn't make a V sign just now... I was just raising my hands..."

"The system's standards are pretty loose," I kissed her forehead, "but the 40 points are definitely real."

She bit me lightly on the neck, still carrying the charm and dominance of climax, and said in a low voice: "Tell me ahead of time next time... I'll give you the sluttiest ahegao possible, 40 points if that's what it takes, no sloppy work."

I couldn't help laughing out loud, and she laughed with me too. The two of us embraced and laughed together in the warm afterglow of our climax, our laughter soft and warm. The orange light of the streetlamp outside filtered through the curtains, making the bedroom dim, warm, and solid.

After laughing for a while, her voice gradually lowered, carrying deep sleepiness, but she still spoke softly:

"Chen Mo... about that single-man thing..."

"Mm," I held her tighter. "Have you decided?"

"Not completely yet... but I'm serious. It's not a spur-of-the-moment thing." She paused, tracing small circles on my back with her fingertips. "What do you feel right now?"

I was silent for a few seconds before honestly answering, "Not too good... it feels like there's a thorn stuck in my heart. But just like you said before, I don't have the right to disagree."

Wang Youmin lifted her face from the crook of my neck. Her eyes shone in the dark as she looked at me and said softly:

"I just want to know that feeling... just once. I want to know what it feels like, as Wang Youmin, as an ordinary woman, to be intensely wanted by another man and pinned on a bed until my legs go weak... not as your wife, but simply as myself."

When she finished, her breathing was a little ragged, as if she were trying hard to persuade herself as much as me.

I gently stroked her hair and said in a low, serious voice: "Then find someone. But you have to tell me who it is, at least let me know who he is... I need to have a bottom line."

"Okay." She answered softly, then let out a satisfied sigh and buried herself deeper into my arms, her breathing gradually becoming even and long.

I held her hot, sweat-damp body in the dark and didn't fall asleep for a long time.

That thorn in my heart was still there, real and sharp.

I knew she wasn't acting on impulse. She really wanted to use this method to find balance... I had let her taste what it felt like to be drawn to something "outside," and she wanted me to taste what it felt like to watch the person most important to me being claimed by someone else with my own eyes.

But that hidden function the system had just popped up... the "mirror clone"... showed me a way to satisfy her while still keeping my bottom line.

She thinks she'll find a real single man.

And I'll use a clone to carry out everything.

The body is me, the soul is me, the sensation is me. She just doesn't know it yet.

I lowered my head and kissed her sweat-damp forehead, saying silently in my heart: I'm sorry, and thank you, Youmin.

We'll settle this in our own way... and call it even.

The system panel hung quietly in the dark:

[Current remaining points: 408 points.]

408, it wasn't far off anymore.