"Mmm, mmm... Bro, your big treasure is amazing. Qiaoqiao loves you to death!"
"Qiaoqiao, you're so tight, I'm about to come!"
"Bro, a little harder, I think I'm about to come too!"
...
Listening to the lewd cries from inside the room, Zhu Yan's heart pounded wildly outside the door, her face flushed so red it felt like it was on fire. The moral shock left her mind buzzing, and her entire being seemed to go numb. She didn't dare, nor could she, stop the pair of siblings inside. Such an absurd thing had already happened, so what was the point of stopping it now? It would only bring shame upon the entire family.
However, the thought that they weren't blood-related brought her a small measure of comfort. She was a woman, an experienced one at that, so she knew her daughter had reached her most vibrant age. As for the big boy in the room, I'll just have to think of him as my future son-in-law!
Just as that thought crossed her mind, Sun Zhe suddenly picked up his pace inside the room. At that moment, he was like an unrivaled general, madly thrusting in and out of Ye Qiao's deep palace. His speed was so fast it almost created afterimages.
Seeing this, Zhu Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. Even in the adult films she had seen, she had never witnessed such a virile man! For a moment, a deep sense of envy for Ye Qiao bloomed within her. She couldn't help but fantasize—what if she were the woman beneath Sun Zhe? What if that great spear was thrusting in and out of her own lonely palace? How wonderful would that be?
Watching the soul-stirring scene, Zhu Yan felt her mouth and throat grow dry. Her body seemed to disobey her, her legs clenching together as she began to writhe gently. A hand, still adorned with a wedding ring, slid down past her stomach and slipped inside her sexy nightdress. Her fingertips explored the lush, dewy-wet patch of hair, beginning to rhythmically probe her moist core.
...
Nearly two hours of frantic passion passed before an exhausted Sun Zhe finally fell asleep. Ye Qiao dragged her weary, limp body back to Zhu Yan's room, putting in a great deal of effort. Seeing that Zhu Yan was sound asleep, Ye Qiao breathed a quiet sigh of relief before climbing into bed, slipping under the covers, and drifting into a sweet slumber.
「The next morning.」
When Sun Zhe awoke, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to circulate the Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique. After last night's "cultivation," he could feel that the mysterious energy within him had grown stronger and more substantial. This energy emitted a magical power that coursed through his limbs and permeated his bones, making him feel as though he possessed limitless strength!
He tried to mobilize the mysterious energy as described in the Cultivation Technique. He suddenly felt a warmth at his fingertip and discovered that the energy had truly emerged, visible to the naked eye! The wisp of energy was milky-white and seemed almost solid.
This must be the 'True Qi' mentioned in the Cultivation Technique, right? Sun Zhe's spirits soared, and he was about to continue experimenting with the True Qi inside him.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
A knock suddenly came from the door. Sun Zhe quickly stopped circulating his energy, flopped back onto the bed, and pretended to be asleep.
「A short while later.」
The door pushed open and a cheerful Ye Qiao ran in. She jumped directly onto the bed, straddling Sun Zhe's stomach.
"Bro, time to wake up! The sun is shining on your butt!"
Sun Zhe drowsily opened his eyes. Looking at Ye Qiao straddling him, he immediately had a reaction. Today, Ye Qiao was dressed in a pure and sweet style, with a pleated miniskirt and glossy, thigh-high white stockings. It was a classic 'pure yet seductive' look, reminding Sun Zhe of the internet celebrities he often saw on his phone.
This early in the morning… Qiaoqiao is playing with fire! Sun Zhe sighed inwardly, his eyes fixed on the stunning beauty straddling his stomach.
Ye Qiao's pretty face suddenly turned red. She could feel his 'big treasure' pressing into her rear—hard and hot, a sensation that was both pleasant and uncomfortable.
Sun Zhe suddenly reached out, his hands stroking the over-the-knee white stockings covering her slender legs. His gaze drifted downward, catching a glimpse of the lace-trimmed safety shorts beneath her skirt, as well as the mysterious little mound at their center. At once, his Yang Qi began to stir again!
But he managed to let reason conquer desire. "Qiaoqiao, we'd better not do this at home. It would be troublesome if Stepmom saw us."
Ye Qiao, however, just let out a playful snort. "Mom already went to work. It's just the two of us at home now."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. "In that case, why don't we..."
Ye Qiao scrambled off the bed and scurried to the side. "No way!" she said in a delicate voice. "After what you did to me last night... I'm still swollen. It even hurts when I go to the bathroom. I need to rest for a couple of days."
Her words made Sun Zhe's heart ache with concern. He was naturally worried that her body couldn't handle it, so he had no choice but to forcefully suppress his urges.
"Bro, hurry up and get ready. After breakfast, I'll take you shopping."
...
After breakfast, the pair headed out. Ye Qiao rode her small electric scooter, taking Sun Zhe to many places. They went to the movies, a boba tea shop, and an amusement park. She also took him to a mall to buy a lot of new clothes. They even went into a women's lingerie store together, where Ye Qiao bought several sets of sexy underwear and stockings. The two didn't return home until dusk.
「Ping'an District.」
Ye Qiao parked her scooter downstairs from Unit 5 and said to Sun Zhe, "Bro, you head up first. I'm going to the package station to pick up a delivery."
"Do you need help carrying it?"
"No, it's fine. You're already loaded down with bags, how could you possibly carry anything else?"
"Alright, then. I'll head up first."
After getting home and putting down all the shopping bags, Sun Zhe headed to the bathroom. He was covered in sweat and felt sticky all over, so he wanted to take a shower first.
「In the bathroom.」
Standing under the showerhead, Sun Zhe couldn't help but think of Ye Qiao, and a smile touched his lips. He felt like he and Ye Qiao had been a real couple on a date today. He had never personally experienced this feeling of being in love; he'd only ever seen it on TV. Experiencing it firsthand, he finally began to understand why the men and women on TV were always loving each other so desperately.
As he was lost in thought, his gaze drifted to a plastic laundry basket on the side. It was full of worn clothes waiting to be washed: a purple lace bra, matching lace panties, and a pair of rolled-up, flesh-colored stockings.
Looking at those clothes, Sun Zhe couldn't stop himself from picturing Zhu Yan's mature, voluptuous figure. He was sure of it; these were the same stockings Zhu Yan wore yesterday!
In the crotch of the lace panties was a faint, damp stain. Tucked into the gaps of the lace pattern was a single curly hair!
Damn it, Sun Zhe, what are you thinking! Suddenly, Sun Zhe slapped his own face and quickly looked away. He bit his lip, forcing himself to calm down and suppress his wild thoughts as he cursed himself inwardly. That's your stepmom! Qiaoqiao is one thing—you're not blood-related, and she was willing—but how can you fantasize about Stepmom! Damn it!
Thinking of his gentle and dignified stepmom, who was always so kind to him, Sun Zhe was suddenly struck by a pang of guilt. He felt he shouldn't desecrate such a woman, not even in his thoughts.
Cursing himself under his breath, he hurriedly finished his shower. Only then did he realize he hadn't brought a change of clothes with him. He had no choice but to walk out of the bathroom naked, intending to get dressed in his room. Unexpectedly, just as he stepped into the living room, the front door was pushed open.
Sun Zhe didn't pay it much mind, assuming it was Ye Qiao. After sharing two intimate encounters with her, he had little to be shy about.
In the next moment, however, he froze completely, his eyes widening in disbelief.
The person who entered the apartment was not Ye Qiao, but Zhu Yan, who had just returned home from work.
...