At this moment, Lu Ming was still riding on Lady Fan. This charming mature woman was between the ages of a young girl and a mature woman; her body was mature yet elastic. The tightness and her deliberately ingratiating allure gave him an extraordinary thrill!
If raping a girl like Zhang Chunhua was a source of guilt and the pleasure of trampling on morality, then Lady Fan's service was proof of his personal charm.
Both women bowed to him because of power, which wasn't shameful, and he didn't see anything wrong with it. The greater the power, the easier it was to have women. If he were an emperor, it would be even easier—a single command, and they would obey!
The feeling of having one's word as law, of having a promise that carries immense weight, could only be understood by experiencing it firsthand.
*Plop!*
His penis was easily taken into Lady Fan's body, returning to its warm, tight passage.
After so long, it was still so tight, soft and of high quality—not too tight to be difficult to move in, nor too loose to be without sensation. This perfect balance of tightness and looseness provides a man with the most lasting experience and the most comfortable enjoyment.
"Mmm...ah...husband...oh...master...ah...your penis...is in again...ah...so big...mmm...you're...killing...myself...ah...so big...ahhh...so deep...oh...my soul is...flying away...ah..." Lady Fan was pulled to the edge of the bed, forced to stand up, one hand grabbing the man's large hand kneading her breasts, her buttocks twisting forcefully, trying to meet the man's thrusts.
This time, Lady Fan was even more proactive, her vaginal canal contracting in waves, hot liquid gushing from deep within her body, making Lu Ming's thrusts easier. Each deep penetration was immersed in her warm love juice, and each contraction of the beautiful woman's vaginal walls brought Lu Ming even more stimulating pleasure. The two, enjoying the pleasure between them, seemed to be strolling in an ocean of happiness.
She cried out loudly one moment and breathed softly the next. When Lu Ming thrust forcefully, she breathed softly, and when he slowed down, she cried out again to stimulate his lust. Their coordination was masterful, leaving Lu Ming wanting more.
"Fan...you're so good...you're so tight down there...it feels so good!" Lu Ming praised her as he fucked her.
Women dress up for those they love; it's perfectly normal.
Which woman doesn't want to be praised, especially during sex? It's easy to lose yourself in the moment.
Feeling Fan's allure and seductive charm, Lu Ming's movements became even wilder, the sounds of flesh slapping against her large, white buttocks echoing loudly.
His penis swelled even more, a growing urge to ejaculate stirring within him.
"Oh...ah...wife...want me...where to shoot..." Lu Ming felt a growing tingling sensation in his lower back, an urge to ejaculate. The standing doggy style was just so good!
His lower abdomen slammed against her fleshy buttocks, the resounding slaps echoing through her, the feedback of the touch an irresistible, exhilarating pleasure.
"Mmm...ah...shoot...shoot inside...oh...shoot inside...husband...ah...I...ah...want to...husband...have a child...ah...oh...ah...so much...ah...so hot...so comfortable...husband...so amazing..." Besides wanting to get pregnant, Lady Fan was mostly obsessed with the incredibly pleasurable feeling of being penetrated.
The semen, like bullets, pounded against her flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through her with each thrust.
"Then it's all yours...hiss...slut...ah...coming!" Lu Ming growled, his speed increasing, no longer caring about being exposed, pounding Lady Fan's buttocks with resounding slaps.
At the height of passion, at the moment of climax, Lady Fan still let out dreamlike moans.
The moans, lingering and passionate, stimulated Lu Ming's nerves. He liked, even was intoxicated by, these sounds; the psychological satisfaction they gave him was so intense. Lady Fan's body trembled like a startled deer, as if being tortured with Lu Ming's thrusts.
But the blissful, intoxicated expression on her face showed that she too was enjoying the pleasure of physical union.
A long time passed, perhaps only a few minutes.
Suddenly, Lady Fan tightened her grip on Lu Ming's buttocks, her lower abdomen thrusting upwards forcefully, coordinating with Lu Ming's thrusts, her vaginal muscles contracting in waves.
The moans grew louder, and then, gushes of hot fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, warming his glans.
She let out a long sigh, her beautiful face displaying an expression of extreme pleasure.
Fan's vagina was convulsing violently, a surge of scalding heat suddenly erupting and enveloping Lu Ming's penis. Lu Ming shuddered from the heat, and unconsciously thrust in with all his might, almost inserting his scrotum as well. His glans reached the cervix. Suddenly, he felt a violent spasm in his scrotum, as if his testicles had burst, spraying out hot semen that stung his entire penis. Thick, viscous semen followed, gushing from the urethral opening and spraying into Fan's uterus.
That afternoon, Lu Ming still didn't go out to handle official business, nor did he go to play with women. No, to be precise, he didn't have sex with any women.
In a room, Lin Daiyu and Jia Yingchun were reading.
This was Cai Wenji's book collection area, with a desk and chair. She usually liked to copy books onto bamboo slips using a brush and white paper.
Lu Ming had already invented movable type printing, and borrowing from the wisdom of his predecessors filled him with a sense of shame; he could only continue to develop and expand this invention.
At this time, Lin Daiyu, who used to enjoy poetry about romance and nature, had recently become fascinated with the experimentally printed *Journey to the West*. Written as a collection of essays by Lu Ming, this episodic novel of demons, monsters, and gods was incredibly novel.
For commoners struggling to make ends meet, and laborers in their leisure time, listening to music or watching a play was a way to relax.
*Journey to the West* was undoubtedly a good way, and also the most popular.
"Can this Monkey King really become the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?" Lin Daiyu's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes glistening with tears.
A sorrowful air graced her cheeks, and a delicate frailty pervaded her being.
Tears glistened in her eyes, and her breath was soft and shallow.
She was as still as a delicate flower reflected in water, and as graceful as a willow swaying in the breeze.
Her heart is more insightful than that of Bi Gan, and her illness surpasses that of Xi Shi by three points.