Chapter 2: The Strong Uncle

Feng San was unusually out on a work errand for the day, and that gave Jiahui a rare opening.

She had already realized this might be the only chance she would ever get to uncover Feng San's secret.

She planned to thoroughly clean Feng San's room that day, and that "cleaning" would be her excuse to look for evidence.

"I'm heading out. I'll be home very late today, so you don't need to cook for me."

Feng San's cold voice drifted in from the living room, carrying not a trace of emotion.

With that casual goodbye, Jiahui stood off to the side and slowly felt the tension in her chest loosen as she watched Feng San disappear through the door.

The lock clicked shut, confirming that Feng San had left. Jiahui immediately picked up the vacuum and walked into Feng San's usual bedroom.

She drew a deep breath, still a little uneasy, but even more than that she felt a hard, determined resolve.

Usually, she would just give the floor a quick clean, wipe down the furniture, and leave in a hurry.

But today was different. She had a clear goal. She was going to find the "secret" in this room that had left her so unsettled.

Jiahui moved the vacuum slowly, pretending to do a normal cleaning, while her eyes roamed everywhere in the room, searching for any sign that seemed out of place.

She was certain that her missing underwear had to be hidden somewhere in here.

She went around the bed, checking the nightstand, the space under the mattress, even tossing aside the pillows and blanket to look more carefully.

And yet everything looked completely normal, with nothing suspicious at all.

Jiahui's brows drew together slightly, and the uneasiness in her heart only grew stronger.

At last, she crouched down and peeked under the bed.

The instant her gaze passed through the bed frame, her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Deep in the darkness beneath the bed, an old, nondescript shoebox was hidden away.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but she still reached out and slowly pulled the shoebox out.

A thin layer of dust coated the lid, showing clearly that it had been lying there for a very long time.

She took a deep breath, slowly lifted the lid, and stared at what was inside.

In that instant, Jiahui felt dizzy and a surge of furious anger.

Her stomach churned.

Not only were her underwear inside, but there were also disgusting things with them.

Several obscene DVDs, their packaging showing explicit nude couples in the act right in front of her, and some of the underwear was smeared with filthy stains and shameful traces.

"Uncle... so it really was..."

Jiahui bit hard on her lower lip and clutched the shoebox tightly, her heart filled with confusion, shame, and raging anger toward Feng San.

She had never imagined that this uncle, who usually seemed so taciturn and indifferent toward her, would secretly harbor such filthy thoughts and do such disgraceful things.

The obscene DVDs hidden in the shoebox were impossible for her to look at directly, and the covers alone sent waves of disgust and nausea through her.

Jiahui forced herself to calm down, took a deep breath, and let her eyes harden with resolve.

A thought flashed through her mind.

She could no longer endure this silent humiliation. These pieces of evidence had to be handed to her husband right away so Feng Tian would know what her uncle really was.

(Show Feng Tian this evidence...)

She thought it over firmly.

(Tonight, then...)

However, just as Jiahui made up her mind and was about to put the shoebox away, a deep voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Jiahui, what are you doing in my room?"

The voice was cold and restrained, carrying a faint note of displeasure.

Jiahui jolted as if she had been stabbed, and the shoebox nearly slipped from her hands.

She slowly turned around, her face pale, and looked nervously at Feng San standing in the doorway.

Feng San stood by the door, stern and composed, staring expressionlessly at the shoebox in Jiahui's hands.

Jiahui's mind went blank. Her chest felt crushed, and she stood there at a loss, her throat seeming to close up so tightly that no sound could come out.

"O-uncle... I..."

Jiahui's voice trembled as she tried to explain in a panic, only to realize she had absolutely no idea what to say.

In her fluster, Jiahui hurriedly hid the DVDs behind her back. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and her face had gone deathly pale.

She had never expected Feng San to come back so suddenly, let alone to be exposed to him like this.

"I just forgot something... I didn't expect you to be here."

Feng San forced out a stiff smile, a trace of hidden displeasure lingering in his eyes.

He walked slowly into the room and casually closed the door behind him without a sound. The lock clicked, sealing the two of them inside this cramped space.

Jiahui's heart sank at once, and the edge of the DVDs in her hand dug painfully into her palm.

"Ah, um... I just came to clean like usual..."

Jiahui did her best to keep her voice steady, but she could not hide the tension and panic in her chest.

She tried not to look into Feng San's eyes, only wanting to get out of this room as quickly as possible.

"What are you hiding?"

Feng San's voice carried a deep, oppressive weight, his tone edged with threat.

Step by step, he closed in on Jiahui, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if he had already seen through everything about her.

"N-no, I didn't..."

Jiahui took a step back, cold sweat breaking out across her forehead as her eyes darted around, searching for any way to escape.

But Feng San's gaze was like an invisible net, trapping her firmly in place.

"Jiahui,"

Feng San suddenly reached out, his voice calm and powerful.

"Show me what you're hiding."

Jiahui clenched the DVDs in her hand tightly, nerves tightening to the breaking point.

But before she could react, Feng San had already grabbed her wrist, his strength so sudden that she had no time to defend herself.

Jiahui cried out, but the overpowering force pinned her down at once, and the DVDs in her hand were snatched away in a single motion.

She stood there dazed, watching helplessly as Feng San laid bare the secret she had hidden behind her back.

Feng San flipped open the DVDs in his hands, glanced down at them, then lifted his eyes again, his face devoid of any emotion.

Their gazes met in midair, and the room filled with a suffocating tension.

"Jiahui, what were you planning to do with these things?"

Feng San's voice was low and steady, but every word carried a threatening pressure that made Jiahui tremble all over.

Jiahui forced herself to steady her breathing and meet Feng San's eyes head-on, a surge of resistance burning up inside her.

"I'm going to tell Feng Tian..."

Her voice shook, but her tone was full of determination, as if that were the only lifeline she had left.

Feng San's eyes flickered, then a dark smile spread across his face, as if he did not care about her threat at all.

Jiahui's heart hammered. Terrified and enraged, she had no idea what would happen next, but for the moment all she could do was stand there and fight to stay composed.

In the middle of that suffocating standoff, Jiahui's expression suddenly grew calm and firm.

She no longer panicked. Instead, she met Feng San's gaze and spoke with unprecedented resolve:

"It's not just these things, Uncle. What did you take my underwear for?"

Her words were like a sharp blade, driving straight at Feng San with accusation and anger.

Faced with Jiahui's question, Feng San was silent for a moment. Then he showed a smile that made her skin crawl, a smile with not a trace of remorse, only a horribly amused cruelty.

"Jiahui's underwear is much more interesting than these DVDs."

Feng San's tone was calm and casual, as if he were stating a simple fact, while desire and aggression gleamed openly in his eyes.

"..."

Jiahui was momentarily speechless. It felt as if her blood had frozen on the spot, and shock and disgust surged up inside her like a wave.

She could not believe this man in front of her could admit so bluntly, without the slightest disguise, just how much he wanted her.

Feng San's smile deepened, his eyes never once leaving her face.

He moved closer again, slowly pressing in until Jiahui had no choice but to retreat, back after back, until the bed was at her heels and she had nowhere left to go.

"But compared to underwear, the living, breathing Jiahui is of course even better."

Feng San's voice dropped very low, carrying a pressure that was beyond words.

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and gripped Jiahui's arm tightly, his strength so great that she could not break free.

Jiahui felt herself being driven into a corner. Her anger, fear, and helplessness all tangled together.

She was pinned hard against the side of the bed, Feng San's aggressive eyes right in front of her, and she trembled all over, desperately trying to, only to realize his strength was far beyond what she had imagined.

"No, don't!"

Jiahui's voice was thick with fear and refusal. She shook her head wildly, trying to escape Feng San's iron grip.

But Feng San's hand clamped down on her arm like a pair of steel tongs, leaving her unable to move.

"You and my nephew don't seem to have had sex for quite a while, have you?"

Feng San's tone was flippant and teasing, carrying a nauseating sense of amusement.

His greedy gaze swept over Jiahui's body as if he intended to see through every inch of her skin.

"..."

Jiahui opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her chest rose and fell violently.

Feng San's words stabbed into her heart like a knife, filling her with deep humiliation and shame.

"A 38-year-old body... it must be pretty lonely by now."

Feng San spoke in a low voice, his fingers brushing lightly over Jiahui's cheek. The warmth of his fingertips left a scorching trace on her skin.

Jiahui felt as if her heart might leap out of her chest. She tried desperately to turn her face away, but Feng San held her in place by force.

"The angry look on your face right now is really both seductive and cute..."

Feng San's voice carried a rough edge of desire, as if Jiahui's struggle only excited him more.

Watching her flushed face, full of fear and fury, his desire burned hotter and hotter.

"Uncle... please, don't do this..."

Jiahui struggled to stay calm, but her voice was already shaking clearly.

She could feel her reason and self-respect being ground to pieces bit by bit, and the last shred of hope in her heart was fading fast.

"Jiahui, don't be so anxious..."

Feng San pinched her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look straight into his eyes, his voice low and threatening.

"There's no rush between us, is there..."

Before he even finished speaking, he suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips hard against Jiahui's, kissing her with blatant aggression.

Jiahui's eyes were full of shock and pain. She shoved hard at Feng San's chest, trying to push him away, but his body did not budge at all. His powerful frame was like immovable rock, locking her firmly against the bed.

"Stop... don't!"

Jiahui rasped out her resistance, both arms pushing at him with all her strength, but Feng San seemed to grow even more aroused by her struggle. Breathing heavily, he sucked fiercely on her lips as if he meant to swallow her whole.

Her resistance did not stop him at all. Instead, it only made his movements even more frenzied and reckless.

"Heh..."

Feng San's breathing was rough and hot, carrying the desire he had suppressed for so long.

He held Jiahui's shoulders tightly, leaving no opening for her resistance, the way one would pin down prey as he continued his attack.

Jiahui could only struggle helplessly, her heart overflowing with despair and fear.

The fact that Feng San was treating her this way was like a knife driven straight into her heart, and it shattered whatever calm she had left.

That last bit of hope and resistance she still had was ruthlessly crushed under Feng San's pressure and control.

Her breathing grew ragged, pain and helplessness surfacing in her eyes, yet her resistance looked so small before Feng San's overwhelming strength.

The moment Jiahui opened her mouth, Feng San's tongue forced its way into her mouth, wet and nauseating as it writhed between her lips and teeth, exploring every inch of her mouth without the slightest restraint.

A wave of nausea rose in Jiahui's stomach. She shook her head frantically, trying to break free, but Feng San held her chin so tightly that there was no escape.

"Mmm... stop..."

Jiahui tried to make a sound, but only a faint whimper could squeeze out of her throat.

Her body thrashed violently, trying to escape Feng San's hold, but that force was like an iron wall pinning her in place, making every movement feel hopelessly powerless.

Feng San's hand began to wander restlessly, slowly sliding down Jiahui's body.

His gaze was greedy and hot as it settled on Jiahui's chest.

The full curve wrapped in the white shirt radiated an irresistible temptation in his eyes.

His hand slid quickly under the shirt, fingers threading through the fabric as he eagerly climbed up to Jiahui's breast.

The soft feel of it made Feng San's eyes burn even hotter.

While he kissed Jiahui's lips like a madman, his tongue moving wildly inside her mouth, his palm slowly kneaded her lovely breasts.

Jiahui felt Feng San's hand close tightly around her chest. The pressure and the squeezing made her instinctively want to pull away, but Feng San only increased the force, kneading her breast until it was nearly crushed into his grip.

Tears welled in Jiahui's eyes, her heart filled with humiliation, anger, and helplessness.

She twisted her body desperately, trying to break free of his restraint, but her strength was completely overpowered by Feng San's hard, unyielding arms.

She could not escape. She could only passively endure it all, feeling his palm plunder her body.

The long emptiness had made Jiahui's body start craving some long-lost warmth all on its own.

And yet this fierce assault was something she had never experienced before, completely unlike her husband's gentle touch.

Under Feng San's rough yet skillful movements, her body gradually went limp and weak, as if every ounce of strength had been drawn from her legs.

(No... if this goes on, it's all over...)

(This... absolutely cannot be allowed...)

"Uncle, no... no, you can't..."

She tried to find the last traces of reason and, as a wife, forced down the trembling in her heart, trying to resist that momentary surrender.

"Feng Tian will be hurt..."

Her words caught slightly in her throat, but by now Feng San was obviously driven entirely by desire and had not listened to a single word of her pleading.

His movements grew more urgent and forceful.

He greedily sucked at Jiahui's pale neck, his tongue sending shivers through her, while his hands kneaded her breasts with a mix of tenderness and dominance, as if he meant to grind away her reason little by little.

"Feng Tian isn't good enough, so the two of you still don't have a child. As an elder, I have a responsibility to correct this..."

"..."

Jiahui could not answer. Her lips trembled, and her mind was already in complete chaos.

"Jiahui, you probably haven't experienced the pleasure of being conquered by a real man yet, have you?"

A beast-like light flashed in Feng San's eyes as he suddenly shoved hard, throwing Jiahui back onto the bed behind her in a swift, decisive motion.

Before she could recover from the force, she looked up and saw Feng San standing by the bed, already beginning to strip off his clothes.

With every button he undid, the fire in his eyes burned hotter.

Jiahui understood then that the man in front of her had no blood ties to her at all. Deep down, what he had awakened was not an elder's affection, but an intense, unmistakable lust for a woman.

His burning gaze locked onto her. The blue tight dress emphasized her mature curves, and the white shirt, roughed up by the struggle, had become slightly disordered, exposing her collarbone and shoulders.

Lying flat on the bed, Jiahui's heart thundered so hard it almost swallowed her whole in this sudden, suffocating atmosphere.

"W-wait..."

Only in his underwear now, Feng San moved closer and reached out to touch the trembling body of married Jiahui with gentle yet firm hands.

There was no trace of teasing in Feng San's eyes. He was serious.

Jiahui finally understood that, and her heart tightened. Forcing down the panic in her chest, she suppressed the trembling in her voice and tried desperately to stop him.

"No! You can't do this... Feng Tian will... will be hurt..."

"You don't need to worry about my nephew."

Feng San's tone was low and seductive, carrying an unmistakable dominance.

"All of this is his fault."

"No... don't..."

Jiahui's voice held fear and helplessness she could not hide.

"Because he simply can't satisfy you."

Feng San's eyes were filled with certainty and a possessive claim that would not be denied, his gaze burning as it stayed fixed on Jiahui.

"H-how could that be..."

Jiahui's voice was already edged with tears. Her mind was in a complete mess, yet she did not dare struggle too hard.

"Jiahui, I saw it a long time ago..."

Feng San leaned close to her ear and whispered,

"You want... you want a real man."

"Eh..."

Jiahui's voice grew even smaller beside Feng San's ear, her heartbeat seeming about to burst out of her chest.

As Feng San pinned Jiahui to the bed, a smug yet restrained smile flickered in his eyes. He bent down over her like a beast about to claim its prey.

He no longer hesitated. His lips and tongue pressed hotly to Jiahui's mouth, kissing her again with overwhelming force, carrying a passion that had been suppressed for far too long, hot enough to refuse no one.

"No... no..."

Jiahui's voice of resistance was growing weaker and weaker, filled with panic and unease.

Feng San, nearly seventy years old, breathed harshly against Jiahui's cheek like a beast, his warm breath washing over her face.

And yet that tongue, rough-looking as it was, turned out to be unexpectedly soft and agile, with a delicate touch that was impossible to resist.

Each gentle lick seemed to strike precisely at the fragile hunger and weakness in Jiahui's heart, slowly breaking down the last of her resistance.

Before long, her tongue, trembling from shame and anger, had been firmly trapped by Feng San, completely losing control of the exchange.

"Mm..."

Jiahui let out a weak moan, helpless, her cheeks faintly flushed and her eyes showing a trace of confusion.

Feng San sucked forcefully on Jiahui's tongue, tongue entwined with tongue in a primitive, domineering conquest.

At the same time, his hand did not stop either, sliding down to her chest and deftly unfastening the buttons of her shirt.

The movement was quick, but it carried the polished gentleness of a practiced hand.

"No... don't do this..."

Jiahui's resistance still echoed in his ear, but her voice was already weak and powerless, as if it had long since been crushed under that invisible desire.

Feng San gave no reply. He simply tore hard, and Jiahui's shirt came open with a sharp rip. As the sound of fabric tearing filled the air, her skin was exposed beneath the dim light, looking especially pale and alluring.

"Jiahui, your bra... is really sexy."

Feng San's lewd gaze drifted over the ample breasts wrapped in a pale pink lace bra, staring at them without the slightest concealment, like a beast that had been salivating for far too long and now could not wait to devour her whole.

His gaze was like fire, slowly setting that thin fabric alight, plunging Jiahui into endless shame and confusion.

“Let’s stop here...”

Jiahui’s voice was pleading, but it sounded weak and powerless, like a fragile ripple brushing against the waves.

“It’s nowhere near enough yet, Jiahui.”

Feng San’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying a desire and the thrill of control he made no effort to hide.

His hand covered her small yet full breasts through the thin bra, kneading and caressing them slowly. His fingertips alternated between light teasing and firm pressure, feeling the softness of her skin and the tremors she could not control.

“Mm... ha...”

A sound escaped Jiahui before she could stop it, carrying a faint, tempting sweetness, as if some deep hidden longing inside her had been stirred awake, mingling shame and panic into something intoxicating.

Her reason was like a wisp of fog blown apart by the wind. Her thoughts blurred and were dragged into a chaotic whirlpool.

And at this moment, what was invading her body was not only Feng San’s touch, but also a desire and confusion she herself could not put into words.

Being violated...

That was one reason, but not the only one.

Feng San’s gaze was focused and appraising, and a flicker of understanding passed through his eyes.

He guessed that his nephew’s wife might be longing for more than just a man’s touch. She wanted to be possessed by someone who could truly satisfy her.

By a man who understood her desires and fulfilled them.

Jiahui was a woman who had never been satisfied by her husband.

The nights she spent with Feng Tian had gradually become flat and tasteless, to the point of feeling like nothing at all.

The small warmth of married intimacy had long since been worn away by daily trivialities. She had even forgotten what it felt like the last time she had been close to her husband.

Feng San slowly leaned closer to Jiahui’s ear, catching that faint fragrance behind it, like an intoxicating poppy.

He knew her body might already be ready to welcome a man into it, a real man.

And that man was him.

Jiahui faintly understood the way Feng San looked at her. She knew that every movement he made, every word he spoke, came from that naked, unspeakable desire.

Her heart was in complete turmoil, because she understood that this was not some baseless fantasy. It was real, piercing through reality...

A reality with no escape for her.

“Great tits, Jiahui... exactly like I imagined.”

Feng San’s voice was full of satisfied pleasure, as if everything in his hands was unfolding exactly as he expected.

His palm slowly but firmly enveloped her breasts. That gentle yet invasive caress made her whole body burn hot.

His movements were tender and deep at once, as though he wanted both to soothe her and possess her, the way he kneaded her breasts nearly robbing her of the ability to think.

(No... I can’t... It’s already become like this...)

Alarm bells rang in Jiahui’s mind. Her body reacted before she could stop it, and she shuddered as she reached out to grab Feng San’s wrist, trying to stop him.

But that faint resistance was utterly powerless. Feng San had no intention of stopping.

Every time his fingers slid slowly over her skin, Jiahui felt an indescribable stimulation run through her entire body, as if each touch stole away a little more of her resistance, leaving her body gradually limp and helpless to refuse.

A terrifying thought flashed through her mind:

It would be fine to give up everything and let him do as he pleased.

(No... impossible... I absolutely can’t let that happen...)

Jiahui forced herself to stay clearheaded, trying to resist the frightening desire rising inside her.

Yet Feng San’s movements were impossibly skillful. He continued to stroke her breasts slowly and insistently, each touch as delicate and binding as a strand of silk, leaving her unable to resist.

His lips traveled over her ear, neck, shoulder, and arm. The hot kisses carried teasing domination, eroding her disgust bit by bit and replacing it with a tingling shudder that made her whole body tremble, the wicked sensation rising higher and higher.

Just as Jiahui tried to struggle, one of Feng San’s hands silently slid to her waist and deftly unzipped her dress. With a soft rasping sound, the zipper was drawn slowly downward.

Her body began to be exposed to the air, and the loosened dress slid down, revealing her soft skin and elegant curves.

“This can’t keep going...”

Jiahui said under her breath, almost pleading, her voice full of panic and helplessness.

But Feng San’s strength was astonishing, nothing like that of an old man over seventy.

His hand clamped down on her with such force that her struggling became useless.

A single tug was enough to pull the dress free and drop it to the floor. Jiahui was left only in a pale pink bra and panties, the thin fabric tracing the delicate lines of her body in an especially tempting way.

Feng San’s gaze was greedy and unrestrained. His hand slowly slipped into the seam between Jiahui’s thighs, his fingertips gliding over the smooth, fine skin with blatant teasing.

“No... not there...”

Jiahui’s voice grew faint. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her legs tried desperately to clamp shut, but Feng San skillfully stopped her.

While caressing the legs she was straining so hard to squeeze together, he used his other hand to quickly and expertly unfasten the clasp of her bra, as if he had practiced the motion countless times before.

The shoulder straps slid down slowly, and Jiahui’s full, soft breasts were exposed before Feng San’s eyes. Her skin was as white as jade, and the faintly reddened tips of her nipples stood out especially clearly.

“Little Jiahui, your nipples... look like they’re already hard.”

Feng San smiled obscenely, his eyes filled with undisguised possessiveness.

He bent down and gently kissed her breasts. The soft contact carried a sharp stimulus that made her body shiver involuntarily.

“Hnnn~~~❤️”

Jiahui could no longer suppress what she felt and let out an irresistibly seductive moan. The sound was soft and dreamy, like a drowning person clutching the last straw, only to sink deeper and deeper into it.

Her mind went blank. The pull between reason and emotion left her mentally and physically exhausted, and it seemed all resistance was turning pale and powerless under Feng San’s teasing.

“No... really, no...”

Jiahui weakly shook her head, fear and helplessness in her voice. She struggled to push Feng San’s head away, but that feeble force was as light as fallen leaves and useless in front of him.

Suddenly, Feng San abandoned his previous tenderness and, like a beast that had been held in check for too long, lunged brutally at Jiahui’s exposed breasts.

The sudden movement made Jiahui cry out in shock, her body stiffening all at once.

His tongue skillfully licked at her soft, full chest, the wet heat of his lips and tongue like flames, slowly setting her skin alight.

At the same time, his hand stroked along the side of her abdomen with practiced gentleness, the teasing touch making every inch of her body sensitive enough to shiver.

Feng San’s movements were completely different from Feng Tian’s. They carried the seasoned skill of a man long weathered by life, and that delicate control left her nowhere to resist.

His fingertips were light as feathers, swaying her body until she lost her balance and sank into a state that was both shameful and impossible to control.

He forcefully pushed a leg between Jiahui’s thighs, his knee pressing against her tightly closed legs and compelling her body open to him.

“Aaah~~~❤️”

Jiahui could no longer hold back a sweet moan. Mixed into that voice was a trace of indescribable pleasure. Her fingers twitched unconsciously, as if she were lightly scratching at the back of Feng San’s head, wanting to push him away yet unable to bear it.

(If I let him keep going... absolutely not...)

Jiahui kept warning herself inwardly, trying to cling to the last shred of reason.

But every time she tried to resist, Feng San would cleverly flick his tongue against her nipple with even greater skill. That subtle, precise stimulation made her collapse instantly, her whole body gradually going soft beneath his teasing, unable to fight back at all.

Her nipple trembled under his tongue, like a flower swaying in a breeze, sensitive and delicate, as though waiting to be completely possessed by him.

“No... don’t...”

Jiahui murmured in broken fragments, her voice full of pleading and helplessness.

Yet her resistance was too weak to stop Feng San from pressing further.

His fingertips slowly slid toward her thigh, and that gentle yet invasive touch made her skin tremble lightly.

As he firmly kneaded her hips, Feng San slowly moved his hand toward the inside of her thighs, his gaze fixed on every exposed inch of her skin, hot and utterly unapologetic.

“No... only there... absolutely not...”

Jiahui’s voice shook, as if begging, and as if making one last stand against the desire inside her.

Feng San lowered his head, his lips and tongue greedily sucking at Jiahui’s disheveled, delicate breasts. The hungry licking left her entire body tingling and numb.

But his fingertips never stopped, continuing their advance, each touch expertly teasing the most sensitive places in her body.

Feng San’s body was now completely wedged between Jiahui’s legs, his knees holding her thighs apart so firmly that she could not close them, leaving her utterly exposed to his control.

Jiahui could feel his heat, could feel that intense pressure, and the sense of being invaded made her tremble uncontrollably.

He slowly but forcefully tugged at Jiahui’s panties. As the silky fabric was pulled, it rubbed against her sensitive skin and sent wave after wave of strange stimulation through her body.

Feng San’s fingertips slid along the edge of her panties, deliberately brushing lightly near her most private place. The motion was teasing, intimate, and maddeningly close.

“Ah...”

Jiahui could not stop a faint moan. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her gaze went hazy.

That long-lost feeling, as if pleasure she had never known before, flashed through her entire body like electricity.

Her body was completely under Feng San’s fingertips, every inch of her skin becoming incredibly sensitive. That unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure filled her heart with a shiver she had never experienced before.

Jiahui’s breathing turned fast and ragged, her chest rising and falling with each breath, as if she would be swallowed whole by that pleasure in the next instant.

“Little Jiahui... you still want a man, don’t you?”

Feng San’s low voice sounded by her ear, teasing and certain, as though he had seen through the desire hidden deep inside her heart.

His voice mixed probing with confidence, as if he meant to rip open the secret buried at the bottom of her soul.

“No... impossible... I only have Feng Tian...”

Jiahui managed to speak, her tone filled with panic and denial, but she no longer sounded as fiercely resistant as before.

Her voice was weak and trembling, as though she was already losing herself in her own feelings.

Feng San’s fingers slowly moved lower, his long fingertips pressing precisely into the hollow of Jiahui’s panties, that soft, sensitive place.

At that moment, Jiahui’s body shuddered uncontrollably, and a seductive moan slipped from her lips.

“Hnnn~~~❤️”

Her moan seemed to carry a pleasure she could not conceal. Feng San’s gaze burned even hotter, and he murmured in a low voice:

“Little Jiahui, are you already... wet?”

Jiahui’s cheeks burned even redder. Shame and desire tangled together, leaving her unable to answer Feng San’s question at all.

Her body tightened against her will, and every touch from Feng San made her so sensitive she could almost suffocate.

His fingers began to move slightly, the practiced technique and teasing motion carrying a kind of malicious seduction. He pressed with perfect accuracy against the sensitive spot under her panties, relentlessly stimulating the softest part of her.

That delicate caress, sometimes gentle and sometimes forceful, left Jiahui’s whole body numb under his fingertips, as if she were being swallowed by a massive tide.

Gradually, the sound of wetness echoed between them, especially clear in the dim room.

That shameful wet sound kept assaulting Jiahui’s senses, dragging her step by step toward the abyss.

Feng San’s fingers were like a spell, controlling her body until her consciousness blurred, leaving only the pleasure and yearning rising from the depths of her body.

“No...”

Jiahui’s voice was faint, carrying a trace of unwillingness and helplessness as she whispered it.

But soon after, she bit down hard on her lip in pain, trying to suppress the shame and pleasure surging up from her heart.

Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles turning faintly white from the force, and the struggle between morality and desire in her chest grew more and more violent.

The happiness she had never felt with her husband began to spread through her body like waves, slowly swallowing her reason.

(No... I can’t do this... I can’t just give in like this...)

Jiahui kept telling herself that inwardly, trying to hold back the desire.

Her thoughts were a mess. The man touching her was her husband’s elder, a relationship that should never, under any circumstances, happen.

Yet that sense of taboo burned through her reason like fire, turning it to ashes bit by bit and driving her into a filthy, helpless place.

Feng San’s hand rested on Jiahui’s panties, his fingertips stroking the damp fabric with deliberate teasing and intrusion.

Jiahui went rigid all over and shook her head desperately, trying to show her resistance through her movements, but that tiny struggle looked pale and powerless before Feng San.

In the end, her panties were peeled away with ease, revealing Jiahui’s delicate private parts without the slightest reserve. Her shame and panic had nowhere to hide, only floating helplessly in the air.

“Little Jiahui... be good. Behave.”

Feng San’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying irresistible force and temptation.

“Uncle... we can’t do this... please stop...”

Jiahui’s voice trembled in pleading, tears shimmering in her eyes as though she were begging for a little mercy.

“But you clearly... want a man, don’t you?”

Feng San’s eyes grew hotter still. That beastlike possessiveness made him even less restrained.

He brought two fingers together, rubbing lightly along the edge of Jiahui’s wet sex before suddenly thrusting them into her soft folds, mercilessly breaking through the last line of defense.

Jiahui’s body jolted violently, tightening all at once as if struck by electricity.

“Mm...!”

A low cry slipped from Jiahui before she could stop it, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Her body instinctively arched, her back curving slightly like a taut bow, shuddering helplessly under the force of the sensation.

That irresistible pleasure came in wave after wave, crashing through every nerve she had.

Jiahui kept crying out resistance in her heart...

(No... not like this...)

But her body betrayed her, and desire and reason twisted together, entangling her soul and flesh.

A mature 38-year-old woman, her soft and sensitive body, just as Feng San said, longed to be truly touched by a man, and needed desperately, intensely, to be filled.

Jiahui could not deny that she was being swallowed by that longing. The lust hidden deep inside her was like a beast released from its chains, gradually devouring what was left of her consciousness and reason.

That unfamiliar sense of chaos left her entire body and mind lost within it. Her moist private place grew even wetter, and sticky pleasure spread between them. The room was filled with that blushing, heart-racing wet sound, gurgling and echoing in the dim air.

Before she knew it, Jiahui’s legs had unconsciously spread wide, openly and boldly, fully offering herself to Feng San as if she were welcoming the violation she had longed for.

Her shame and resistance were meaningless at that moment.

Feng San’s wrist moved back and forth in a steady rhythm, his fingertips skillfully sliding in and out of her sex. Each touch brought a fresh wash of tingling pleasure.

His movements were practiced and precise, controlling her body so that every one of Jiahui’s breaths stayed tightly in step with his rhythm.

“Ah... ah... ah...”

Jiahui gave a weak moan, her voice full of both pleasure and helplessness. The sounds escaping from the depths of her throat rose and fell with Feng San’s movements, as though answering each teasing stroke, pulling her whole self into a whirlpool she could no longer escape.

Her breathing grew faster and faster. Every inch of her body bloomed under Feng San’s control with unprecedented pleasure, and that feeling of guilt and ecstasy made her gradually forget all resistance...