Hearing the plea in Aunt Ouyang's moans, Zhao Chenyu not only refused to stop but altered his rhythm, muttering "President Lan" repeatedly as he adopted a pattern of shallow thrusts followed by deep plunges. Only during those deep penetrations could the condom, barely clinging to his shaft, be glimpsed.
"Mmm, ahhh! Ah—so full! So full, ahhh!"
"Xiao Yu! Stop! I can't take it anymore! Ah—"
Aunt Ouyang suddenly let out an exceptionally high-pitched moan, her mouth gaping wide without restraint. Her stretched entrance tightened in waves, the contractions spreading like tremors, causing her delicate body to shudder and convulse uncontrollably once more.
"Ah..."
"Ah, mmph! Ah, hmph!"
"Ugh, ah—"
Aunt Ouyang whimpered repeatedly, her fingers nearly digging into Zhao Chenyu's muscles.
"Bang!" Aunt Ouyang's legs slammed heavily onto the bed. Between her thighs, the already slick and sticky private area, tightly joined together, once again squeezed out streams of glistening fluid. It poured down along the tangled pubic hair where their bodies were fused.
"You little bastard, Xiaoyu! Ah..." Aunt Ouyang tilted her head, her hair disheveled, her face flushed crimson.
Aunt Ouyang had climaxed once again.
Just as she was gradually recovering from her climax, panting heavily, the sound of thrusting resumed. Zhao Chenyu wasted no time, continuing to drive his thick, hard cock deep and forcefully into Aunt Ouyang's body.
"Xiaoyu! Ah, ah! Stop!"
Aunt Ouyang's eyes widened instantly as she tried to struggle, but every ounce of strength she mustered was shattered by Zhao Chenyu's relentless thrusts.
"Xiaoyu! You bastard! Ah, ah, ah! No, no! Ah, ah! How can it be so fast—I'm coming again!"
Under Zhao Chenyu's unrestrained thrusting, Aunt Ouyang, who had just experienced an orgasm, reached another climax after only a few dozen strokes. Her already trembling body convulsed once more, her head swaying from side to side, her moans soft and melodious, her face flushed with an intoxicating, ecstatic blush.
Zhao Chenyu, looming over her, stared intently at the disheveled, commanding leader beneath him—the seductive, sweat-drenched mature woman.
He raised his cock once more.
My hand slowly slipped from the doorknob.
"Huh? Xiaoyu! You again—ah, ah, ah, ah!" Aunt Ouyang's peach-blossom eyes widened in shock. A soft moan escaped her lips, followed by a continuous stream of lewd cries.
Before Aunt Ouyang could fully recover from her previous climax, she was once again subjected to the near-frenzied thrusts of the thick cock. The hard, serpent-like member plunged and twisted inside her extremely sensitive core, stimulating her to the point of delirium. Her head thrashed wildly, her hair tangled and messy, her breathing ragged and rapid. Her soft, fragrant, mature body could no longer resist, only yielding to Zhao Chenyu's relentless movements.
"I can't take it anymore, Xiaoyu! Ah—"
Another series of short, rapid thrusts forced another high-pitched, wanton moan from Aunt Ouyang. Her pink, delicate body no longer had the strength to convulse; only her swollen, flushed labia remained, squeezing out glistening, sticky fluids that soaked the burning-hot cock.
Listening to Aunt Ouyang's shameless moans and watching her body writhe as if being trampled, I felt as though a thief had broken into my home, wreaking havoc while I could only stand by and watch.
"President Lan... are you comfortable?" Zhao Chenyu panted heavily, addressing the woman beneath him.
"Ah-ha—ah-ha—ah-ha—" Aunt Ouyang turned her head to the side, her face flushed, breathing rapidly. With a light flick of her finger, the other side of her robe slipped from her fragrant shoulder, exposing her other firm, pink breast to Zhao Chenyu's gaze. This also meant that Aunt Ouyang's naked body was now completely exposed to him.
Yet Aunt Ouyang remained lost in her own world.
"President Lan... are you plea—"
"Slap!" Before Zhao Chenyu could finish, a sharp slap echoed in response.
Before either Zhao Chenyu or I could react, another crisp slap landed on the other side of his face.
"O..."
"Get off!" Auntie Ouyang gasped sharply, her voice a harsh command to Zhao Chenyu.
Zhao Chenyu obediently pulled back, his thick member slowly withdrawing from Auntie Ouyang's honeyed depths until it fully emerged into the air. Even then, her entrance remained slightly agape, a torrent of slick fluids and essence gushing forth from the opening.
On Zhao Chenyu's rigid shaft, the thin, small condom still held none of the expected pungent liquid.
"Kneel down!" Auntie Ouyang ordered, her arm covering her eyes.
Zhao Chenyu slipped smoothly off the bed, gently kneeling beside it, not forgetting to remove the condom from his member and discard it.
The room fell into silence, broken only by Auntie Ouyang's rapid breaths, while Zhao Chenyu dared not even exhale loudly.
A few minutes passed.
Auntie Ouyang leaned on the bed, slowly rising.
"Let me help you—"
"Stay kneeling!"
Zhao Chenyu tried to assist her but was sharply rebuked.
Auntie Ouyang, naked and weak, stepped off the bed. Just as her feet touched the floor, her legs suddenly gave way.
"Ah—" Zhao Chenyu hurriedly caught her from behind.
As luck would have it, his hands landed squarely on Auntie Ouyang's breasts.
"Get off! Stay kneeling properly!" Auntie Ouyang shoved Zhao Chenyu away, though her face flushed even deeper.
"Listen, kneel right here until I return. If you dare move, you're dead," Auntie Ouyang poked Zhao Chenyu's head, then walked weakly into the bathroom.
The sound of running water filled the air.
Zhao Chenyu glanced back toward the bathroom, his eyes darting around like a thieving mouse. Cautiously, as if sneaking, he stood up. This kid! I cursed inwardly, but it was just as well—waiting for Auntie Ouyang to deal with him.
Yet, after rising, Zhao Chenyu didn't put on clothes. Instead, he removed the heavily soaked bedsheet from the bed, folded it neatly, packed up the trash, and then knelt back in place.
Less than ten minutes later, the water stopped. Auntie Ouyang emerged from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, her snow-white, slender legs moving gracefully. She noticed the bare bed.
"Hmm... not bad, you even tidied up. There are bedsheets in the closet—lay one out for me," Auntie Ouyang commanded, tossing her still-damp hair.
Zhao Chenyu, like a dutiful servant, quickly and obediently made the bed.
"Quite diligent," Auntie Ouyang remarked, crossing her legs elegantly as she sat on the newly laid sheet. Whether intentionally or not, Zhao Chenyu had chosen a festive, bright red one.
"You're quite something, little guy," Auntie Ouyang said, having washed away the sweat, though her cheeks remained flushed.
"Do you know how to handle these?" Auntie Ouyang pointed with her foot at the folded, stained bedsheet beside Zhao Chenyu.
"Yes, yes, I'll make sure no one finds out," Zhao Chenyu replied, bowing his head. He seemed a completely different person from the fierce one who had pinned Auntie Ouyang down moments earlier.
"Good! Now let me tell you..." Auntie Ouyang leaned forward, the open collar of her bathrobe revealing the deep cleavage between her soft breasts, boldly displayed before Zhao Chenyu.
"Keep what happened today to yourself. As for Auntie, you just be obedient, and there will be benefits for you. If you don't listen, if you don't behave like Auntie's little servant..." Auntie Ouyang paused again, leaning in slightly until her forehead was almost touching Zhao Chenyu's.
"In our city T, we may not have much else, but we sure have plenty of rivers. I wouldn't mind giving those little fish and shrimp a treat—a real feast." As Auntie Ouyang uttered those last three words, a chill ran down my spine.
"Do you believe Auntie has the capability?" Auntie Ouyang straightened up, sitting properly, and asked with a smile—but that smile felt like the grin of death. "I believe! I believe! I'll listen to everything Auntie says! Absolutely!"
Zhao Chenyu nodded faster than a woodpecker. Damn it! Since when did this jerk start calling her "Auntie" too! Haha! Good, I like sensible kids. Get dressed, take this trash, and get out." Auntie Ouyang lifted her slender leg and lay sideways on the bed. "Yes! Yes!" Zhao Chenyu quickly tidied up, and as he nodded and bid farewell to Auntie Ouyang, she said while playing with her phone, "On Monday at work, tell Lingze to get you a new phone. Pick whatever you want, even ten if you like, it's up to you." "Yes, thank you, Auntie Ouyang! I'll follow your lead! Hehe!"
Zhao Chenyu smiled obsequiously as he walked out. "Stop!" Just as Zhao Chenyu turned around, before he could take a single step, he heard Auntie Ouyang's cold, commanding voice. The air grew still again. I hoped, I prayed—Auntie Ouyang, change your mind, change your mind, please change your mind. How could you let such an ugly person taint you? "Um... Auntie Ouyang... I mean, Manager Lan, is there anything else you need?"
Zhao Chenyu turned back, bowing his head and hunching his shoulders. "From now on, in private, you can call me Auntie Ouyang like the others do. After all, you called me that during the holidays."
Although Auntie Ouyang didn't look up at him, the meaning behind her words was clear... "Yes! Auntie Ouyang! Hehe! Auntie Ouyang! Hehe!"
Zhao Chenyu was overjoyed. "Get out!" "Yes—" Damn it! Why? Why does he get to call her Auntie Ouyang like I do? Zhao Chenyu was almost at the door. I quickly retreated to the side, hiding in a corner. The door clicked open, and Zhao Chenyu's footsteps echoed a few times before stopping in place.
I cautiously peeked out and saw that ugly face, the corners of his mouth unable to suppress a smirk. The dull, obedient look in his eyes earlier was now replaced with a glint of cunning. This guy... was he pretending? I didn't know why Auntie Ouyang was doing this, but I knew I really wanted to beat up this bastard Zhao Chenyu.
Zhao Chenyu walked to the door, entered the password, and opened it—once again shocking me. He has the password?! Even Uncle Qin doesn't have the password to this place! How does he have it? I quietly returned to the bedroom door, observing Auntie Ouyang. The white bathrobe she had been wearing earlier was now lying on the floor.
Aunt Ouyang lay completely naked on the red bedsheet, her body stretched out in a carefree, starfish-like pose. She lifted her legs slightly, kicking them playfully in the air like a beauty on a swing, swaying at the highest point and reveling in the thrill of suspension. Thump! Her legs landed heavily on the bed, toes lightly touching, like mischievous pale sprites teasing the air in silence. Even without looking at Aunt Ouyang's stunning face, I could sense her unparalleled ease and joy. This… made me hesitate. "So comfortable—so incredibly comfortable—" Aunt Ouyang murmured contentedly, her rosy lips curling into an unrestrained smile of delight… Gazing at her unpretentious, radiant expression—like an innocent princess who had unexpectedly rediscovered a long-lost favorite toy—I felt an indescribable emptiness, as if something vital had been brutally torn from my heart, something of utmost importance…
This sense of loss weighed on me so heavily it was suffocating. I quietly left Aunt Ouyang's company. Looking up at the sky, the dark clouds had dispersed, revealing a clear azure expanse interwoven with the glorious hues of the setting sun. The blend of blue and gold was mesmerizing—did the blue make the gold seem more expansive, or did the gold make the blue shine brighter? The sky had cleared, but the clouds seemed not to have vanished entirely; they lingered, shrouding my heart. I turned on my phone, and a message immediately popped up on WeChat.
To my surprise, it was from Zhao Chenyu, sent just moments ago. "Senior, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner, along with Senior Chu. I haven't properly thanked you yet." Thank? I thank you.
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