Chapter 3: The Shameless Uncle

The slick that spilled out from Jiahui's pussy slid down Feng San's wrist. The crystal-clear liquid glimmered with a strange sheen in the dim light, dripping onto the bedsheets and soaking in to leave a damp stain that made her cheeks burn and her heart pound.

"Sweet Jiahui, your body is so honest and obedient... you can't hide what you're feeling at all."

There was a teasing, satisfied edge in Feng San's voice. With a lewd smile on his face, he kept working her sex with his right hand. That practiced, unrestrained caressing left her nowhere to hide.

Jiahui couldn't help glancing at the liquid coating Feng San's fingertips. The wet sheen looked so obscene, as if it were silently mocking her desire.

Her body had already betrayed her, dragging her into deep shame and unease.

Feng San's mouth, which had been sucking at Jiahui's breasts, drifted lower. His wet lips and tongue moved back and forth over her belly and thighs, leaving hot, damp traces behind, as if carving burning marks into her skin.

Every lick carried a fierce aggression, grinding away at Jiahui's reason little by little.

"No... not... only Ah Tian can touch there..."

Jiahui's voice came out in broken fragments, full of despair and helplessness.

But Feng San's lips and tongue had already slid to the inside of her thigh, licking lightly in a way that was both gentle and teasing, making her whole body tremble.

Her mind flashed with the image of her husband, Feng Tian, and the deep sense of guilt made her feel as if a knife were twisting in her heart.

If Ah Tian found out she was being treated like this by one of his elders...

What would that scene look like?

What would become of the family once this filthy, forbidden relationship was exposed?

That image only made Jiahui more confused. Her reason and desire tangled together, dragging her deeper into a pit she could not climb out of.

Just as she was struggling in that chaos, Feng San pressed his fingers harder against her sex, and the stimulation surged up like a flood, striking her entire body at once. She stiffened, shuddering uncontrollably.

That new wave of pleasure, together with the shame of their forbidden intimacy, crashed over her like the tide. Jiahui gradually lost herself in the overwhelming sensation, as if her whole world were collapsing under Feng San's control.

"Ahhh..."

Jiahui's voice was soft and trembling, full of helplessness and confusion.

Feng San's lips were pressed against her wet pussy, and his tongue boldly pushed into the most hidden place of all. With wet, filthy sucking sounds, he began greedily drinking up the sweet juice flowing out of her body.

His movements were steeped in teasing technique. His tongue would stroke lightly one moment and sink deeper the next, every touch precisely hooking the pleasure inside her.

"Even if Ah Tian touched you... you wouldn't get this wet, would you?"

Feng San's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a trace of mockery and satisfaction.

"Mm..."

Jiahui gave a weak reply, her voice tangled with confusion and shame, as if her body were being torn apart by pleasure.

"That obscene slick just keeps pouring out... Sweet Jiahui, your body is so horny."

Feng San let out a wicked smile, his tongue sliding stickily over her sensitive, tender sex.

That tongue was nimble and sly, as if it meant to occupy every inch of her. He even bit at her most tender flesh, sucking with a teasing insistence that made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.

When his tongue found her sensitive little nub, the intensity of the stimulation she had never experienced before made her body snap tight in an instant, pleasure racing through her like electricity.

The numb, tingling sensation was almost too much to bear. She was completely swallowed by a pleasure both unfamiliar and impossible to resist.

"Ah... too... too good..."

Jiahui's voice turned shaky and broken, growing softer and sweeter as the pleasure climbed higher.

Her body twisted helplessly. The skin exposed on the bed flushed red, carrying a pitiful, needy beauty, as if it were responding to that endless stream of pleasure.

Her reason had already collapsed under Feng San's teasing, and all that remained was her body's instinctive reaction.

Even the lower half of her body that had wanted to resist seemed to be giving up in that uncontrollable ecstasy, opening completely and letting him keep invading and playing with her.

Feng San did not stop. If anything, he became even more intense, as if he meant to swallow Jiahui whole.

The pleasure kept stacking on itself, making her cries faster and faster, the gaps between her moans growing shorter and shorter, her voice filled with desire and trembling she could no longer hide.

"So... ah... mm..."

Jiahui's voice was soft and seductive in the air, her breathing ragged, her chest rising and falling without control. Sweat slid down from her forehead, soaking her hair, then fell onto the bedsheets along with the trembling of her body.

That fierce stimulation slowly turned into a numb pleasure so intense it nearly wiped out her mind, pushing her all the way to the edge of the abyss.

"Sweet Jiahui... you feel it, don't you?"

Feng San's voice was low and teasing. His movements were still full of aggression, as if he meant to possess every inch of her.

Every word felt as though it were being spoken straight into her heart, stirring every sensitive nerve in her body.

"Ah... mm..."

Jiahui's answer came in broken pieces. She could no longer keep her tightly clenched lips shut, and fractured moans kept slipping from the corners of her mouth.

Her reason was like thin mist blown apart by the wind, unable to stop those sweet, trembling sounds from spilling out of the depths of her throat.

At some point, Jiahui realized that Feng San had stripped completely naked.

That sudden exposure made her body tighten even more.

Her eyes could not help but fall on his naked body, and in her mind a picture of being penetrated by him rose up all by itself. Her heartbeat seemed to stall and then race again in that instant, desire and shame tangling together until her whole body felt hot.

Uncle is serious...

That thought flashed through Jiahui's mind.

Even after all this humiliation and teasing, there was still a sliver of wishful hope in her heart. Maybe, perhaps, some miracle would happen. Even after all this filthy behavior, would they really cross that final, impossible line?

But that thought was far too naive.

Jiahui could clearly feel the heat and resolve in Feng San's eyes. It was the determination to possess her completely and drag her into the abyss.

She understood that in this increasingly tense atmosphere, the last line of defense was collapsing little by little, and the "miracle" she had hoped for was nothing more than a one-sided fantasy...

"Sweet Jiahui, you can't hold back anymore, can you..."

Feng San's voice was low, rough with heavy breathing. His lips were smeared with Jiahui's sweet slick, gleaming wetly under the dim light.

He licked his lips greedily, his voice husky and teasing.

As he spoke, his hand forced Jiahui's tightly closed legs apart, exposing her completely before him.

"No... no... you can't..."

Jiahui struggled weakly, both hands braced helplessly against the bed.

But the strength of her resistance kept fading. Fatigue and pleasure had nearly robbed her of control, and even her struggling had become weaker and weaker.

Though old, Feng San had a tall, powerfully built body. He pounced on Jiahui's twisting form like a beast, pinning her tightly between himself and the bed.

"Be good and listen... you'll feel comfortable soon enough..."

He spoke in a low voice, carrying an irresistible command and a possessive hunger.

Jiahui bit her lip hard and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to escape Feng San's gaze and his actions.

She turned her head away, hoping this humiliation would pass quickly, as if not seeing it and not hearing it would make everything unreal.

But Feng San's fingers never stopped. Gentle yet firm, they found her already soaked sex.

His fingertips teased at her juices, and that slippery touch made her body tense again, a sweet moan rising uncontrollably from deep in her throat.

"Ahhh..."

That coquettish sound seemed to give silent approval to Feng San's behavior, making the wicked smile on his face even sharper.

Jiahui felt the pressure below inch closer. Her heartbeat pounded like a drum, and her body began to tremble beyond her control.

(No... don't... this can't happen...)

She kept shouting it over and over in her heart, trying to suppress the rising pleasure and fear, but all of it grew smaller and weaker beneath Feng San's scorching breath.

Feng San's body pressed down from above, that heavy weight seeming ready to swallow her whole.

The head of his cock had already touched her entrance, and with fierce aggression it began to slowly force its way in.

That slow, inescapable sensation made Jiahui's breathing turn even more rapid, her whole body burning hot.

At that instant, Feng Tian's face rose again in her mind, bringing guilt and remorse with it.

(Dear, please forgive me...)

She prayed silently in her heart. It felt like a knife was cutting through her, yet she was powerless to change what was about to happen.

"Sweet Jiahui... it's going in..."

Feng San's voice was thick with desire he could barely hold back. Along with a rough grunt, his waist thrust forward and his body drove in.

That huge shaft slammed in with unstoppable force, parting Jiahui's vaginal walls in an instant and stabbing deep into her body.

The sudden impact made her entire body go rigid, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

"Ahhh...!"

Jiahui could no longer hold back the swelling mix of pleasure and pain. Her voice spilled out in shattered pieces, sweet and helpless all at once.

Breathing heavily, Feng San leaned down and whispered into her ear:

"There's still a big part left... it hasn't gone in yet..."

His voice carried a hint of malicious amusement, as if he were eagerly waiting for her next reaction.

Jiahui could not believe it, could not imagine that even more of him would enter her body.

That overwhelming fullness and pain was already nearly unbearable. She felt as if she might be torn apart at any moment.

"No... no... this can't..."

Her voice was full of desperate resistance, but weak and powerless, unable to stop him from going further.

After a brief stillness, Feng San suddenly drove harder, and with one powerful slam of his hips, the last portion was forced all the way in, his cock fully buried inside Jiahui.

That unprecedented depth sent a wave of indescribable electricity surging through Jiahui's entire body, striking every nerve she had.

"Ahhh!!!!!"

Jiahui cried out uncontrollably, her voice carrying both extreme stimulation and pain, as if every sensation inside her were being detonated at once.

After thrusting himself deep inside her, Feng San slowly lifted a finger to Jiahui's chin and forced her to raise her head, turning her gaze toward him.

Jiahui had nowhere to escape. She could only meet Feng San's hot, predatory stare.

She slowly opened her tightly shut eyes and looked at the expression so close before her. It was a face both strange and familiar at once -

both an elder from her husband's family, and a man other than her husband.

In this tangle of shame and forbidden coupling, she understood clearly that from this moment on, she had chosen to betray her husband and fall into this immoral entanglement.

That guilt and despair cut through her heart like a knife, yet the pleasure in her body left her with no resistance at all. She could only be swallowed completely by the waves of stimulation crashing over her...

Jiahui and Feng San looked into each other's eyes, their gazes full of complicated emotion -

shame, struggle, and pleasure all mixed together. In that instant, Feng San said nothing else. He simply lowered his head and covered her lips again.

The kiss was gentle and lingering, like the intimacy between lovers, yet it also carried a probing possessiveness, as if all he wanted was to please Jiahui and make her lose herself completely in the desire of this moment.

Feng San's hands, thick with the calluses of age, firmly enclosed Jiahui's breasts, stroking her chest with an impossible tenderness, his fingertips rubbing slowly over her sensitive skin.

His caresses were not rushed at all, but they made Jiahui's body go soft and numb little by little, as if every touch could destroy the last of her reason.

At the same time, his waist began to move slowly, thrusting back and forth inside her and bringing with it a growing sense of fulfillment.

"Ahh... slow down... mm... a little gentler... I can't take it..."

Jiahui's voice trembled. She tried to beg him for a softer touch, but the pleasure and helplessness in her tone could no longer be hidden.

Her pussy had become even more sensitive from his slow, deep thrusts, carrying a fierce heat she had never once experienced with her husband.

Every time Feng San shifted slightly, that searing pleasure flared up inside her again, drawing out even more sweet, sticky slick.

Jiahui's body grew wetter and wetter, and the tight grip inside her made every thrust even more stimulating.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind:

What would it feel like if Feng San started fucking her fast?

That unknown, violent pleasure scared her, and yet she could not stop wanting it.

"No... please don't go so fast... be gentler... I won't be able to take it..."

Jiahui's voice shook with helpless pleading. Her face twisted with shame and pleasure, every feature tightly creased, looking painfully strained.

But Feng San ignored her request. He did not answer at all, only moved.

Not with words, but with his body, silently telling Jiahui that his will would not bend.

His waist began to rock back and forth with even more force. Though the rhythm was still slow, each thrust drove deeper than before. Those slow, heavy pumps pushed Jiahui to the edge of pleasure again and again, immersing her whole body in a tide of overwhelming satisfaction.

With every thrust from Feng San, Jiahui could clearly feel his hot, massive hardness rubbing deep inside her, as if it meant to possess and conquer her entire body.

"Ah... mm... good... oh... so good!"

The sounds spilled up from the depths of her body - sounds she herself did not want to admit to, trembling with pleasure and desire.

She could not suppress the cries bursting from her throat, full of anger and confusion, yet also carrying unmistakable delight and intoxication.

Jiahui's body began to stop resisting and instead gradually fell under Feng San's rhythm, sinking into the wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

(I can't... I can't lose myself in it...)

(I can't... fall...)

She told herself that desperately in her heart, trying to grasp the last trace of reason she had left.

But Feng San's movements only grew more intense. His hips quickened, and every thrust made her body more sensitive, as if he were about to break her completely.

The study's windows were covered with white lace curtains. Outside, the gentle autumn sunlight shone through the gauze and spilled softly into the room, tinting everything with a warm glow.

It was a peaceful afternoon. In the quiet residential district, sunlight lay across the street and created the calm picture of ordinary daily life.

Yet the scene inside the study had nothing in common with any of that.

In the room, Feng San and his niece-in-law were naked and locked together in a tight, tangled embrace.

Jiahui's legs were brutally pried apart by Feng San, and sweat slid down their intertwined bodies, catching the light with a sultry sheen.

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

Their breathing spread through the silent room. The ragged, urgent gasps seemed to proclaim the confusion and passion of the moment, filling the air with a wicked atmosphere.

With every thrust from Feng San, Jiahui could not help letting out moans, and those helpless, pleasure-soaked sounds painted the whole room in an obscene mood.

As their excitement kept rising, the temperature in the room seemed to climb with it.

Jiahui felt her reason crumbling little by little. She tried to suppress the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, only to find that her body was already beyond her control.

The study was supposed to be a quiet place, yet in this moment it had become the meeting point of their desires.

The sunlight and the calmness of daytime life stood in sharp contrast to the absurd, forbidden act unfolding between them now, making everything feel even more obscene and glaring.

Her body moved with Feng San's rhythm, each deeper thrust sinking her further and further, with no way out.

Their tightly pressed skin was even more entangled beneath the taboo sunlight, as if it could never be separated again...

The strength holding her reason together was fading little by little from deep inside Jiahui, like a dead branch bent by the wind, unable to withstand Feng San's violent impact.

At the same time, a fierce longing was growing rapidly inside her, a kind of lust she could not suppress, a craving for a man's overwhelming possession that only grew stronger and stronger.

In all the times she had lain with her husband, Jiahui had never felt this kind of urgency or passion.

Feng Tian's gentleness and humility had made her feel comfortable, but they had never touched the deepest part of her body's desire.

Now, with every powerful thrust of Feng San's hips, that force drove straight into her deepest core, bringing unbearable stimulation and pleasure that nearly made her lose her mind.

"Ah... mm...!"

Her moans echoed through the room, broken and uneven, full of delight and desire, soaked in a sweetness and shame she could not put into words.

Without a doubt, this was pleasure, pleasure that left her unable to control herself.

It was the innate sexual delight belonging to a woman, something that lived in the body from birth.

And Jiahui, at this moment, was truly feeling it for the first time, awakened by an intense instinct.

She could neither deny it nor resist the pleasure rising from the depths of her body.

With each deep, forceful thrust, Feng San's skilled and dominant control drew Jiahui into an unprecedented bliss.

That seasoned technique and merciless invasion made her body tremble involuntarily, responding to every one of his movements.

Every inch of contact seemed to ignite flames on her skin, spreading fast and swallowing her whole in an ocean she had never known before.

Reason dissolved little by little in her mind, swallowed completely by that primal pleasure and desire.

At last she understood that the pleasure and ecstasy granted to her as a woman was exactly what Feng San was leading her to feel, a brand-new world she had never experienced before...

Feng San lowered his head and fixed his gaze on Jiahui beneath him, his eyes flashing with possession and desire.

His movements did not stop. His waist kept a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of Jiahui again and again, the alternating pace dragging her into an endless sea of pleasure.

A lust for ever deeper stimulation now ruled Jiahui, making her body involuntarily welcome Feng San's movements.

Her reason seemed so fragile and powerless at this moment that the last trace of struggle flickered through her mind.

(ah... no... forgive me...)

She silently apologized to her husband in her heart. But her body had already betrayed her will.

That uncontrollable pleasure was guiding her into fierce coupling with the man before her.

Jiahui's hands, as if driven by lust itself, slowly reached for Feng San and clamped tightly around his back.

She could feel his skin hot and slick, damp with sweat from their passion.

Never before had she...

Her husband had never fucked her this fiercely, never drenched in sweat while fucking her so frantically.

Feng San's hard cock drove deep inside her, his hips drawing hard arcs as he shoved into her deepest place, sending shock after shock through her.

“Ah... so good...”

Jiahui's voice trembled, soft and seductive and dazed, her nails sinking into Feng San's back as if she needed something to hold onto against the waves of pleasure.

Feng San did not stop. The cock buried to the hilt showed no sign of pulling out; instead, it pressed even deeper and tighter into her core.

His waist rammed forward again and again, as if he meant to crush her completely, possess her completely, and fill every inch of her body.

Jiahui was swallowed by pleasure, the escalating stimulation shattering both her body and her reason. She could only take it helplessly, receiving this intensity of desire she had never experienced before...

Every time Feng San drew his hips in that hard arc, a rippling surge of pleasure rose in Jiahui's lower belly, pounding at her sanity in wave after wave, dragging her whole body into it.

That deep, penetrating stimulation made her body start trembling on its own.

“No... no...”

Jiahui's voice was faint and shaky, as if it were a powerless protest, or maybe just a delirious murmur.

This was the first time she had felt such fierce, direct stimulation; she had no idea what to do, and could only cling tightly to Feng San's back, trying to find a shred of security.

She soon realized her body was already soaked with sweat, beads sliding down from her forehead and back, wetting the skin where the two of them pressed together.

And Feng San, with far more strength and stamina than her husband, showed no sign of ending. If anything, he grew even more intense.

That rhythm, force, and endurance were impossible for her to withstand; her body was completely under his control, unable to escape his violent assault.

Feng San pressed hard on Jiahui's thighs, pinning her in place and giving her no chance to run.

His hips moved more and more violently, as if he meant to tear her apart, swinging hard again and again, each powerful impact slamming into her deepest core.

“Ah... I can't take it...”

Jiahui's voice was tangled with uncontrollable pleasure; her body tensed of its own accord, her hands sliding over Feng San's back, feeling his muscles rise and fall with each movement, broken moans spilling from her throat with every thrust.

Just as she was helplessly enduring Feng San's possession, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed a fervent kiss to her lips, the hot kiss filled with desire he could not hide.

That searing, intense kiss emptied her mind, as if her body were being drawn toward an even deeper whirlpool.

Jiahui almost instinctively surrendered to Feng San's invitation, responding to him without reservation.

She boldly stuck out her tongue and twined it around Feng San's, lips and tongue tangled as their kiss grew wilder, as if she wanted to pour out all her desire and emotion through that intimate contact.

Feng San's hand stroked Jiahui's beautiful ass with gentle yet forceful movements, his fingertips roaming over her smooth skin as if he meant to take every inch of her into his hand.

At the same time, his hips began to quicken, those powerful thrusts making Jiahui even more sensitive, each one striking the deepest part of her and sending a fierce jolt through her.

“Ah... this won't do...”

Jiahui's voice came from the very bottom of her throat, carrying uncontrollable pleasure and sweetness. It was her body's instinctive response.

Reason looked so fragile in that instant; her desire was slowly devouring whatever resistance she had left.

She wanted to be possessed like this, to be drowned in endless pleasure...

A deeper, more intense bliss spread through her body, as if it meant to drag her into a bottomless sea of ecstasy.

Jiahui instinctively hooked both legs around Feng San's waist, locking him tightly against her body.

Her movement was mindless yet needy, as if her body were actively welcoming his invasion.

“Little Jiahui... how does it feel?”

Feng San's voice was husky, carrying satisfaction and teasing he could no longer hide.

As he spoke, he tightened his arms and lifted Jiahui up, setting her on the bed so that their bodies were pressed together completely.

“Ahhhhh... ❤️”

Jiahui couldn't hold back a moan soaked in pleasure, gratitude, and delight for Feng San, as if her body belonged only to him in that moment.

“Compared with Ah Tian... which one is better?”

Feng San's voice held a trace of amusement and pride, a provocative question meant to force Jiahui to say what was in her heart.

The answer was already obvious. Her body had long since betrayed her will, and pleasure had drowned her reason.

But Jiahui shook her head desperately, biting her lower lip, trying to stop herself from saying that shameful answer.

（No... no... if this keeps going...）

She was afraid of the even deeper pleasure rushing up through her, afraid of being swept into an even larger whirlpool.

If she came to know that kind of ultimate bliss, how was she supposed to face her life afterward?

Feng San did not give her any extra time to think. He lowered his head and let out a soft laugh, his eyes full of possessive desire.

“Little Jiahui, this time... it's your turn.”

Feng San murmured as he used his arm strength to lift the naked married woman high and place her on top of himself.

“Ahhhhh... ❤️”

Guided by him, Jiahui straddled his waist, the pose leaving her entire body exposed to Feng San.

That instant of stimulation made her whole body go taut, trembling uncontrollably.

Straddling Feng San as he lay on the bed, she braced herself helplessly on his chest with both hands. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the scorching heat and pleasure intertwining as if waiting for an even deeper fusion in the next moment.

Jiahui's gaze fell on the mirror in the study, where her own naked body was reflected back at her. The sight made her cheeks burn even redder.

She had never seen herself in this position before—

let alone been this bold during sex with her husband.

Her husband, Feng Tian, had never given her this kind of experience, nor this kind of strength or stamina.

But Jiahui had never resented that. She had always thought this was simply how normal married couples lived.

Yet Feng San made her feel a pleasure she had never imagined, overturning everything she thought she knew about making love.

He made her understand that pleasure could be this deep, this real.

“Little Jiahui... move. Move however you want...”

Feng San's voice was low and seductive, carrying both encouragement and an unmistakable command.

“No... I can't...”

Jiahui's voice was shy and hesitant. She couldn't imagine taking the initiative herself, or actively searching for pleasure.

“Didn't Ah Tian teach you?”

Feng San smiled with calm confidence, as if he understood everything.

His hands slid up from Jiahui's waist and, with a light but firm pressure, guided her lower body slowly back and forth.

Under his guidance, Jiahui's body began to respond. Her movements were like a mare following instinct, slowly swaying her hips as she tested the rhythm that felt just right.

Feng San's broad body thrust up from below, and that feeling of being completely filled made her body tighten at once, the pleasure from deep inside forcing a soft, helpless moan from her.

“Ah... so intense...”

Jiahui's voice trembled and blurred. She braced both hands on Feng San's stomach, feeling the tautness of his abs and the force of his movements.

Gradually, she began to twist her waist according to her own wishes, exploring where the pleasure came from.

She straightened her back, concentrating her strength below the waist, and that wanton motion brought her a stimulation she had never known before.

As she moved, her body grew more and more agile, and with every sway she felt more clearly the pleasure rising from the depths of her body.

Jiahui was shocked to discover that the more she moved, the stronger the pleasure became. The feeling of controlling her own pleasure pulled her under, as if everything around her had vanished and only she and Feng San remained, joined together...

“Ah... mm... ah...”

Jiahui's voice came in broken bursts from her throat, carrying uncontrollable pleasure and delight, sweet and dazed.

“Little Jiahui... you're amazing...”

Feng San murmured low, unable to hide his satisfaction and desire.

His hands closed around Jiahui's beautiful breasts, kneading them hard as if he meant to work her entire body into a single mass.

His fingertips slid over her nipples, then moved upward and gently touched her slightly parted lips.

“Hn...”

Jiahui let out a low, involuntary moan. A trace of resistance rose in her heart, but her body was already completely ruled by pleasure.

She sucked on Feng San's fingers with a mix of disgust and need, yet unconsciously quickened the motion of her hips under his guidance.

“Ah... ah... so intense...”

Jiahui's voice grew even sweeter, and the moans mixing pleasure and shame made the whole room feel even hotter.

She looked up at the mirror and saw her own body completely lost in lust.

The self she used to be, restrained, shy, and conservative, had already vanished. In her place was a 38-year-old married woman who had finally experienced the complete joy of being a woman.

In the mirror, her naked body writhed violently, chasing after even deeper pleasure.

Feng San's movements grew even fiercer, his hips rising and falling, as if he meant to lift her up and slam her back down onto the bed.

He looked as though he were toying with a fine mare, lifting Jiahui's ass high. With each thrust, her body jolted upward, her back arching as her full, rounded breasts jutted forward.

“Ah!... mm!”

Every shudder from Jiahui was accompanied by an uncontrollable cry, her eyes growing ever more dazed as her body drifted in a sea of lust.

“Feels good, doesn't it, little Jiahui...”

Feng San asked low, his voice full of mockery and possessive arrogance.

His fingertips slowly slid downward, straight toward the private place where Jiahui was being penetrated. The entrance he was driving into felt wet and sensitive under his touch.

When Feng San's finger touched her drenched pussy opening and lightly teased that sensitive patch of skin, Jiahui cried out involuntarily.

“Ah... go... good...”

Her voice trembled helplessly as waves of pleasure surged up from deep inside her body, almost swallowing her whole.

Once her body gave in, Jiahui could no longer control herself. She could only drown in that irresistible desire and let Feng San lead her into the bottomless abyss of ecstasy...

Jiahui rode atop Feng San, her waist swaying wantonly as if answering his powerful thrusts, matching the waves of pleasure crashing into her again and again.

“Mm... mm...”

Her voice carried both pleasure and shame. With the motion of her hips, sweat slowly seeped into the cleavage of her breasts, crystal beads sliding down her smooth skin and making her look even sexier and more alluring.

Feng San's fingers slowly traveled over Jiahui's naked body, stroking every sensitive inch of her skin and feeling her frame shuddering from pleasure.

Jiahui's gaze never left her reflection in the mirror.

She could clearly see herself fucking with feverish abandon like a whore, her posture bold and her movements obscene, a sight she had never once imagined.

At this moment, she finally realized how crazily she'd longed to be fucked by a man—

even if only once, as long as she could release all of her desire, that would be enough.

“Little Jiahui... you never knew, did you, this kind of pleasure...”

Feng San's voice was low and seductive, his movements growing even more intense.

“No... I don't know... ah...”

Jiahui replied in broken fragments, her voice tangled with embarrassment and barely hidden delight.

“No one would hate feeling this way... louder, let it out!”

Feng San's tone was full of teasing, as if he meant to crush Jiahui's shame completely and drown her in pleasure.

“Ahhhhh... ❤️”

Jiahui could no longer hold it back. Letting the pleasure surge up through her body, she gave a sweet, lingering moan from her throat, the sound echoing through the study and driving both of their desires even higher.

Feng San propped himself up, stretched out both arms, and pulled Jiahui tightly into his embrace, their chests pressed together as they felt each other's burning body heat.

He lowered his head and kissed Jiahui's lips, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce, lingering kiss.

While the two of them kissed deeply, their lower bodies stayed tightly pressed together, their heat merging into one.

Jiahui's legs bent as she hooked them around Feng San's waist, her body rising and falling involuntarily with his thrusts. Every contact sent a shock through her, making her shudder beyond control.

Feng San slid his hands to the area beneath her knees, gripping her firmly and shaking her hard, tightening the fit of her waist against each of his impacts and bringing her even fiercer pleasure.

In this desire-soaked sex, Jiahui's reason had completely collapsed. Her body was ruled entirely by pleasure, and under Feng San's control she could only sink again and again, feeling that endlessly unfolding bliss.

“Ah... ah...”

Jiahui's voice leaked from her throat in broken fragments, the tone thick with unmistakable pleasure and longing.

Her chin lifted slightly, her eyes half-closed from the pleasure, and she couldn't help shaking her head as if trying to shake off the overwhelming sensation.

But the rush flooding up through her was far too intense, blurring her awareness little by little as though she were being battered out of reality.

（Ah, so intense... this kind of thing...）

She murmured wildly in her heart, every inch of her body being devoured by pleasure, her thoughts consumed by endless bliss.

“Little Jiahui... isn't it better than Ah Tian?”

Feng San's deep voice was probing, yet full of certainty, and that seductive tone made Jiahui's heart tremble.

She gave a slight nod, sweat sliding down her forehead and dripping onto his chest.

Their bodies had long since been soaked through with sweat and bodily fluids, and pressed together they felt even slicker. The sheets were drenched too, the air thick with the smell of lust.

“Little Jiahui... I can't hold back much longer...”

Feng San's voice turned even rougher, his desire tightly restrained.

He suddenly forced Jiahui back down onto the bed, locked both hands around her waist, and leaned his body over hers, launching into one final, fierce, frenzied piston-like assault.

“Ah... ahhh... no...”

Jiahui's voice trembled uncontrollably, mixing pleasure with helplessness.

She could feel Feng San's cock battering inside her, that strong, hot sensation dragging her whole body into an unprecedented rapture.

Every hard thrust from Feng San plunged deep into Jiahui's core, pinning her body tightly beneath him with no escape.

Pleasure crashed over her reason wave after wave, driving her completely toward the abyss of desire.

Their bodies were entwined tightly, their breathing and rhythm merging into one in that moment. Lost in the intensity, Jiahui surrendered completely, letting Feng San carry her into that endless climax.

Jiahui could no longer remember how long she had been in that room, as if the whole world had been washed away by the current of time.

In that scorching little over an hour, her body was driven through again and again by Feng San's hardness, every second seeming to fill her completely with that older man's cock, desire churning inside her and carrying her into a depth she had never reached before.

Sweat slid from her hairline and down her chest, seeping into the skin tangled together beneath.

Jiahui's arm reached unconsciously toward Feng San's sweat-soaked body, tense with passion. Her fingers slid lightly over his back, then tightened into a hard embrace, as if she wanted to melt completely into his arms, so close that they could never be separated.

Feng San moaned low, violently rocking his hips, thrusting in and out more deeply, his movements growing even fiercer.

“Ah... no... ah, I can't... I can't anymore...”

Jiahui's voice had broken free of reason entirely, her tone overflowing with pleasure as it spilled from her throat in fragments.

That pleasure was unlike anything she had ever felt, a bliss her husband had never taught her.

She knew she was trapped in the most bewildering predicament of her life, a confusion that went beyond reason and shame.

She had never imagined she would ever say such filthy things, but now, driven to her limit, shame was no longer something she could afford.

As a married woman completely under control, her body had fully submitted to Feng San's possession.

“Little Jiahui... let's reach that moment together...”

Feng San's voice was deep and hoarse, filled with a beastlike hunger.

“Ah... no... I... I'm going to break...”

Jiahui's voice was full of uncontrollable pleasure. Her body pressed tightly against Feng San, her waist twisting on its own.

Her nails sank into Feng San's back again and again, clutching, releasing, then clutching again, as if she were trying to grab hold of something inside that savage pleasure.

At the same time, the walls of her pussy were squeezing frantically around his hot, hard cock, that irresistible stimulation setting every nerve in her body ablaze.

In that instant, Jiahui saw a dazzling flash, her vision going blank as though she had been hurled into the endless sky, experiencing an ecstasy so overwhelming it felt like falling through the clouds.

She clung tighter to Feng San with both arms, as if trying to find support in that instant so she would not be swallowed by the ever-more-crazed pleasure.

Aaah——

The room was filled with their mingled gasps, the man's and woman's voices blending together as they sank into the whirlpool of endless desire and pleasure...

Still lithe and youthful in build, Jiahui's naked body was soaked through with sweat, her fair skin flushed pink from passion.

Those beautifully shaped breasts rose and fell with her panting, radiating an irresistible allure.

Her legs were spread wide, wrapped wantonly around Feng San's waist, painting an ambiguous, obscene tableau.

Feng San watched Jiahui's final struggle, his eyes burning with desire.

His movements grew even more frenzied, driving her back and forth with force, pushing her toward even deeper pleasure.

Their fluids mingled and flowed, hot sweat and sticky juices blending together, making the heat inside the room rise higher and higher, as if the whole room had been set ablaze.

“Little Jiahui... ah, I'm going to come...”

Feng San's voice was low, threaded with rough breaths, clearly pushed to the limit as well.

His waist drove hard forward in one final, powerful thrust.

The old man's thick, long cock went into Jiahui without holding anything back, burying itself all the way to the deepest part of her cunt.

"Ah..."

Jiahui's body clenched on its own, as if every nerve in her had been lit at once.

Her consciousness blurred under that deep, savage pounding, pleasure surging over her reason like a tidal wave and carrying her into an immeasurable, overwhelming bliss.

"Uncle... ah, I'm... I'm going to..."

Her voice trembled with unbearable need, her breathing ragged, her body shivering uncontrollably under his control.

"Little Jiahui... look at me..."

Feng San murmured in a low voice, his tone full of desire and a tender sort of command.

"Ah... it's happening... it's happening!"

Jiahui's voice collapsed under that final wave of pleasure, rising into a breathless cry, sweet yet disordered, as if her whole soul had been dragged down into that abyss of ecstasy.

In that instant, it felt as if her consciousness had broken free of her body and floated far away, suspended in the center of some impossible garden of happiness.

Breathing hard, Feng San pulled his hard cock out of her body, and with a desire that had not weakened at all, thrust it straight up to Jiahui's face.

Under that overwhelming old-man presence, a thick burst of lust-hot fluid shot out, splashing across Jiahui's cheeks and the corners of her lips, still burning hot and carrying a strong, pungent scent.

Drip... drip... drip... drip...

That liquid desire fell drop by drop, weaving through the air into a pattern that was almost intoxicating, perfectly freezing the pair's final heat in that one moment.

Jiahui panted hard, feeling the sticky wetness on her face and body. It was Feng San's semen, hot and thick.

She shut her eyes tightly, trying not to think about how shameful it was, but without even realizing it her fingers had already lifted to her cheek, touching that slick liquid.

Her fingertips picked up that salty-sweet scent, and she slowly brought them to her lips. The tip of her tongue gave a light lick, and the rich taste immediately spread across her mouth.

She had tried to hold herself back, but at Feng San's low murmur she gave up resisting completely, obediently licking the fluid he had left on her skin.

"You like being creampied?"

Feng San lowered his head, his gaze scorching, his voice carrying both a test and a tease.

"Mm, yes..."

Jiahui's voice was weak, with a trace of desire she could no longer hide.

"But... little Jiahui wants me to cum inside, right?"

Feng San's tone was full of temptation, his fingers lightly brushing along her lips as if probing the deepest part of her hunger.

Jiahui gave a slight nod, her gaze hazy, clearly already sunk deep into that pit of desire.

"You'll get pregnant..."

There was a faint smile in Feng San's voice, but his tone grew even more dangerous.

"Don't you want me to get you pregnant? Ah Tian does too..."

Jiahui's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, tangled with shame and longing, as if she were trying to find some excuse she could never bring herself to say outright.

"You're filthy. I really can't do anything with you."

Feng San smiled, hot possessiveness flickering in his eyes. He didn't say anything more, only forced her back down beneath him.

In that instant, his cock slammed back fiercely into Jiahui's cunt, filling her without restraint.

The motion flowed in one seamless line, like a tireless beast, his stamina so good she almost doubted what she was seeing.

Jiahui could feel the force and depth of it, and that burning impact made her body tense all over again in the very next moment.

All shame and reason were thrown aside, leaving only endless pleasure spreading through her body...