Sun Zhe carried Zhu Yan into the living room, gently placing her on the sofa before attentively taking off her high heels for her.
Zhu Yan stared at Sun Zhe’s handso, focused profile, her eyes seemingly glowing with deep affection.
"Ah Zhe..."
"Hmm? What is it, Your Majesty?"
"It’s nothing."
Watching Zhu Yan, who would occasionally frown or purse her lips, Sun Zhe was suddenly amused. "Step-mom, are you still holding up? Should I take it out for you now?"
The strong-willed Zhu Yan rolled her eyes and turned her face away. "I don’t feel a thing."
"Really?"
"Hmm... really," Zhu Yan’s voice was soft, as if from a guilty conscience.
Sun Zhe moved to sit beside her and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Then why do you look so uncomfortable?"
Zhu Yan said coyly, "It’s because I was on my feet all day. My feet are sore."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe smiled knowingly. He understood her hint, so he lifted her two stocking-clad, jade-like feet onto his lap and began to gently and carefully massage their soles.
Looking at these delicate, stockinged feet, Sun Zhe felt a pang of concern. "Actually, Step-mom, you don’t have to wear high heels all the ti. It’s not good for your feet."
"These feet are so beautiful, and I haven’t had my fill of them yet. If they get deford from wearing high heels every day, I’d be devastated."
Zhu Yan covered her mouth and giggled. "But I have no choice. I have to wear formal attire to look professional at work. Besides, every ti I co ho, the Divine Doctor is here to massage my feet, so I’m not afraid of them getting deford."
Sun Zhe reached out and pinched her nose, smiling. "Then the Divine Doctor at your house is really amazing."
Zhu Yan irritably slapped his hand away. "Ugh, you’re so annoying! You just touched my feet, and now you’re putting your hand on my face."
"You’re disgusted by your own feet?"
"It’s still a foot! And my stockings are all sweaty from being worn all day."
Sun Zhe playfully squeezed her stockinged foot. "Well, I don’t mind. In fact, I’m planning on using them later."
Zhu Yan’s pretty face flushed. "What are you thinking about all day? I don’t want to use my feet to... you know. Afterward, you’ll just make eat it. It’s gross just thinking about it."
Sun Zhe laughed heartily and changed the subject. "How about I take it out for you now? I want to see what you look like down there."
"Mmm... you can take it out."
Her face filled with shyness, Zhu Yan pulled up her hip-hugging skirt and then spread her legs for Sun Zhe.
Sun Zhe held his breath and slowly slid a hand inside.
The next mont, he felt an intense wetness.
Her boyshorts and pantyhose were soaked through, as if they had been steeped in water.
"Step-mom, you were standing at work all day. Didn’t anything leak out?"
"It’s not as exaggerated as you make it sound. It was just constantly secreting, but not that much fluid actually ca out."
"But your panties are soaked. Wasn’t that uncomfortable to wear?"
"Hmm... it was okay... Ah! Be gentle... your nail scraped ..."
A short while later.
After fumbling around, Sun Zhe finally extracted the dripping little pink egg from her tight, honeyed cove.
Zhu Yan let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed onto the sofa, panting delicately.
Sun Zhe stared at the small pink egg in his hand. It was coated in a sticky, transparent liquid that was still dripping, forming shimring, silky threads.
"Tsk, tsk... after steeping in a stuffy, hot, anaerobic environnt all day, it’s practically been marinated."
Hearing this, Zhu Yan petulantly lifted her stockinged legs and kicked at his waist. "Is it really that exaggerated? Marinated... I really want to beat you up."
"Hahaha... Step-mom, I’m sorry, I’m sorry."
Sun Zhe quickly restrained her feet and asked curiously, "But Step-mom, why did you do this? Suddenly deciding to put sothing inside you, and for a whole day at that."
Zhu Yan’s cheeks reddened. She sat up and gazed at him. "Because I was missing you."
"Missing ?"
"With sothing moving around down there," Zhu Yan said, "it makes feel like you’re with every mont."
Sun Zhe fell silent at her words. He suddenly reached out, pulled her into his embrace, and smiled. "That’s so lewd and romantic at the sa ti."
Zhu Yan burst out laughing and pouted, "You little rascal, I’m hungry. Hurry and carry your step-mom to dinner. Tonight, I’ll take good care of you."
"As you command!"
Receiving his orders, Sun Zhe quickly unbuckled his pants and released the giant dragon that had long been standing at attention.
Zhu Yan rolled her eyes dramatically. "You’re feeding this?"
"Just a little appetizer to tide you over. The soup in the pot isn’t ready yet."
Zhu Yan shot him a look, then slowly moved to lie across his lap. She lifted a delicate hand to brush the hair from her ear, parted her red lips, and tenderly took the giant dragon into her mouth.
"Ah... Hiss..."
"Only you, Step-mom..."
"..."
In less than ten minutes, Sun Zhe was finished.
Zhu Yan pushed herself up, her cheeks puffed out. She kicked him with her stockinged feet while swallowing the thick essence in small gulps.
His eyes full of adoration, Sun Zhe reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth. "Step-mom, let’s go eat."
"Mmm... carry . I don’t have any strength."
"As you wish."
"Little rascal, I’m treating you to seafood tonight."
"Is it abalone again? Can we have sothing different?"
"No. You can only have abalone."
"..."
Amidst their playful laughter, the two had dinner together.
After eating, Zhu Yan put down her chopsticks and fled upstairs to shower, making the excuse that the stickiness between her legs was very uncomfortable. In reality, she just wanted to avoid washing the dishes. Sun Zhe could only feel helpless about this, thinking that his step-mom was getting more and more mischievous. Not only had her body and appearance beco younger, but her personality had as well.
***
On the living room sofa.
Having finished the chores, Sun Zhe had just picked up his phone to browse so short videos when Su Nanzhi suddenly called.
"Hey, Nanzhi."
"Ah Zhe, our company has a professional herb-gathering team. They’re setting out tomorrow to help you."
"Hmm... thank you. Do I need to pay them? Figure out how much and I’ll transfer it to you later."
"No need. They’re full-ti employees on salary, and they’re paid quite well."
Sun Zhe scratched his head. "But I feel bad..."
"Since when are you, Mr. Thick-Skin, capable of feeling bad?"
"What are you talking about? When have I ever been thick-skinned in your eyes?"
TAP, TAP, TAP...
Just then, the crisp, pleasant sound of high heels echoed from the top of the stairs.
Sun Zhe looked up, his eyes instantly lighting up. He said quickly, "Nanzhi, let know when you hear anything from the herb gatherers. Sothing’s co up, so I have to go!"
With that, he tossed his phone aside and hurried over to et Zhu Yan, who was walking toward him, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"Step-mom, I’ve figured out your true identity today!"
Zhu Yan looked curious. "What identity could I possibly have?"
Sun Zhe’s hand slipped down to knead her pert buttocks. "You’re the Ancient Greek goddess of silk stockings."
Zhu Yan giggled sweetly, standing on her toes to lightly nibble his lips. "I knew you n were all obsessed with stockings. So, do you like this pair?"
Sun Zhe suddenly swept her up into his arms and strode toward the sofa. "I plan to answer that question with my actions."
"By the way, Step-mom, did you request tomorrow off?"
"Nope. Why?"
"Because you won’t be able to get out of bed."
"..."
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