It had to be said, Li Zhishan was a master of manipulation. She wanted to "avenge" the humiliation of Jiang Yushu’s mockery, but instead of targeting Jiang Yushu directly, she aid her spearhead at Sun Zhe.
And as a man, how could Sun Zhe possibly back down after hearing such a challenge?
She thinks she can make surrender in ten minutes? What arrogance!
"Yushu, did you really say that?"
Jiang Yushu’s pretty face flushed crimson as she stamred, "I... I only said that to provoke Zhishan... that’s all."
Sun Zhe gave a wicked smile. "So, you did say it then?"
"I didn’t..."
Suddenly, Sun Zhe embraced Jiang Yushu, pressing her soft, fragrant body underneath him. "Then let’s see if you can really make surrender in ten minutes."
Her sche having succeeded, Li Zhishan covered her mouth with a coy smile and sat with her legs tucked to the side, ready to watch a good show. Seeing Li Zhishan watching made Jiang Yushu feel quite embarrassed, and she held herself back.
But Sun Zhe didn’t care. He leaned down and buried his face in her fair neck, his mouth gently taking her delicate white earlobe, crystal earring and all. Then, his hot lips slowly trailed downward. From her face to her neck, then from her neck to her shoulders and collarbones, he continued his descent, burying his face in her deep, snowy cleavage.
Feeling the heat of the man on top of her, Jiang Yushu gradually relaxed her body and mind. She ignored Li Zhishan spectating from the side and let her slender hands roam and knead Sun Zhe’s back. Occasionally, she would grab his hair, pressing his face into her chest. In just a short mont, her deep cleavage was glistening with his saliva.
Suddenly, Sun Zhe reached over and pulled down the strap on her shoulder, sliding off her light gauze top. With the top gone, two snow-white mounds were instantly exposed to the air. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a pair of pale pink silicone pasties.
Seeing those full, round mounds, Sun Zhe’s gaze burned. He pinched the edge of a pasty between two fingers and slowly peeled it off. As the already-erect rosy bud was revealed, he eagerly dove down and began to suck on it wildly.
Watching from the side, Li Zhishan’s body grew hot and itchy. She suddenly reached out to tear off Jiang Yushu’s other pasty, then gently pinched the pink cherry between two of her slender fingers.
"MMMH... AH..."
With both rosy buds under assault, Jiang Yushu’s delicate body couldn’t help but twist and twitch. Her lips parted slightly, letting out an alluring moan.
After a round of foreplay, Sun Zhe abruptly sat up on his knees. He grabbed her stocking-clad legs, still adorned with crystal high heels, and placed them on his shoulders. Then, with one hand steadying his weapon, he began to probe, rubbing the hot tip between her moist butterfly wings. Once he was aid, he thrust his waist forward sharply, plunging deep into her palace—a decisive and clean strike!
"AH—!"
As the great dragon entered her, pressing against her very core, Jiang Yushu’s eyes rolled back in her head, her delicate head shaking from side to side.
Li Zhishan chuckled sweetly from the side, teasing, "What’s wrong, Yushu? Can’t handle it the mont he’s in? Weren’t you quite arrogant before?"
Jiang Yushu bit her lip, trying hard to maintain her composure. She shot Li Zhishan a glare before gripping Sun Zhe’s hairy legs, her sharp red nails almost piercing his flesh. "Darling, could you please be a little more gentle?"
Sun Zhe, of course, couldn’t bear to be rough with her, so he began to move with gentle thrusts. As he continued, he suddenly pulled Li Zhishan over, his large hand roughly kneading her full bosom.
Li Zhishan let out a soft cry and fell into his arms, proactively offering her fiery lips. Her soft, playful tongue pried open his teeth, exploring his mouth and mingling with his saliva.
"Mmmh... ahh..."
Sun Zhe passionately kissed Li Zhishan while gently thrusting into Jiang Yushu. After nearly two hundred thrusts, he suddenly leaned over to hold Jiang Yushu, then sat back, pulling her supine body up. They transitioned to a sitting, face-to-face position.
Jiang Yushu sat on Sun Zhe’s lap with one arm hooked around his neck and the other lifting her ssy hair, her eyes exuding an extre, alluring charm. Her plump, stocking-clad hips pressed tightly against his hairy legs as her supple, snake-like waist twisted back and forth.
While biting at her full breasts, Sun Zhe reached a hand to the side to delve into Li Zhishan’s white tiger honeyed cave. Li Zhishan whimpered, caught between laughter and tears, as her nectar flowed down, soaking Sun Zhe’s hand and drenching a large patch of the sheets.
She couldn’t help but urge him on in a coquettish tone, "Baby, hurry up; it’s my turn. Isn’t my little white tiger better than this wild butterfly?"
「...」
About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Yushu was sent over the peak. Her delicate body convulsed as her nectar gushed out, leaving her looking as if she had gone into shock. Sun Zhe withdrew his weapon, turned, and faced Li Zhishan.
To his surprise, Li Zhishan was already kneeling on the bed, her full, fragrant buttocks presented toward him. Sun Zhe held his dripping weapon with one hand, not caring about the sticky white fluid on it, and plunged right in.
Another ten-odd minutes later, Li Zhishan collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath and moaning wildly.
Then, Sun Zhe looked at Jiang Yushu again. She was lying on her side, her eyes languid and sultry as she beckoned to him with a delicate finger. After a ten-minute break, she felt she was ready again.
Sun Zhe crawled over on his knees, lifted one of her silky legs, and entered her from the side. This ti, it took him more than twenty minutes to send Jiang Yushu over the edge.
"Next!" After withdrawing, Sun Zhe looked at Li Zhishan again.
Li Zhishan shivered, tears welling in her eyes. "Baby, I was wrong... You’re still going?"
「...」
From a little past eight in the morning until a little after twelve noon, the battle only ca to an end when both won had tears in their eyes and were begging for rcy.
Sun Zhe had won a complete victory.
This group encounter was an unforgettable experience for Sun Zhe, arguably the pinnacle of life’s pleasures. But while enjoying himself, he didn’t forget his main task: absorbing Yin Essence to practice his Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique.
「...」
After taking a shower and getting dressed, Li Zhishan left. She had to et Zhu Yan in the afternoon to inspect a factory together. With her departure, only Sun Zhe and Jiang Yushu remained in the large villa.
In the kitchen, Sun Zhe was wrapped in one of Jiang Yushu’s pink bath towels, which clearly clashed with his deanor. Looking at the herbs Jiang Yushu had brought out, he asked curiously, "Yushu, where did you find all these herbs? I didn’t think you’d gather them all in just a few days."
Jiang Yushu’s face still bore a post-coital flush, yet she had already resud her usual graceful elegance. She smiled and said, "On Celestial Fragrance Street. You can find all sorts of strange things there, and the Ten Thousand dicines Hall is on that street, too."
"I see. Send the address later, I’d like to check it out."
"Okay."
Sun Zhe then picked up the pressure cooker, washed it, and, following the ratio from mory, placed the twenty-so herbs into the pot one by one. Jiang Yushu stood quietly to the side, watching his handso profile as he focused on his task. Her heart fluttered, and she suddenly stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Sun Zhe smiled at her but said nothing.
Jiang Yushu wrapped her arms around his waist and said softly, "Baby, now that Zhishan is gone, it’s just the two of us here. Shall we go again?"
Sun Zhe was a little surprised. "Has it even been half an hour since you were begging for rcy? You’re ready again already?"
Jiang Yushu let out a soft humph and complained wistfully, "Taking you on together was exciting... but I always felt a little strange, like I couldn’t completely let go."
"Baby, I know you can’t belong only to , but at least right now, at this very mont, you belong only to Jiang Yushu."
Sun Zhe said, "Brewing the dicine will take about two hours. We have plenty of ti."
Jiang Yushu thought for a mont, then suddenly asked, "By the way, baby, would you like to see in a wedding dress?"
At her words, Sun Zhe’s heart pounded with excitent. "This... Is this really happening?"
Jiang Yushu lowered her head. "To be honest, I’ve never worn a wedding dress. When I got married... because he was a district chief with a special status, we just hastily held a simple, traditional Chinese wedding."
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