“Hmm…” A casual twist of the body, and the younger brother’s manhood happened to press against his elder brother’s wife’s fullness through their clothes. The softness and warmth, the firmness and heat, surged into both their hearts like a tide.
In an instant, desire shot up to the heavens, awakening in the younger brother and sister-in-law the unforgettable memories of the enchanting scenery at the Dragon Mother Temple.
At this moment, Qiao San’s demonic nature was no longer what it had been before, and Qing Niang’s emotions had become a brewing volcano. With a sudden motion, the younger brother tore open her garments. Her long-concealed, supple mounds sprang forth…
“Dear sister-in-law, I want you!” His delirious moan burned away reason, and the volcanic passion melted the distance between them.
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“You…” Qing Niang wished to extinguish her brother-in-law’s desire with tears, to cleanse the heat rising in her body—but this time, she had no tears.
Heavens! How could this happen? How could it be allowed?
Her husband was still in the study just beyond the wall. How could the younger brother and elder brother’s wife…
At this thought, her jade-like hand, raised high in protest, could not bring itself to strike. As the younger brother grew increasingly unrestrained, what little remained of her reason gave her a surge of strength. She twisted her body forcefully and, luckily, broke free from his embrace, then fled toward her bedroom.
“Qing Niang!” His eyes burning with desire, Qiao San hesitated for just a moment before suddenly darting forward with a light-footed technique. He caught her in his arms again and, using the momentum, charged forward, slamming her against the wide doorframe.
Her yielding only emboldened the younger brother’s lust. Just as before, Qiao San pinned her tightly in that small space. With a bold thrust of his thigh, he forced her tightly clenched legs apart and once again invaded that forbidden, blissful territory.
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“Huh…” The moon above, unable to bear such stimulation, hid behind the clouds; the wind on the ground, unable to endure such torment, swirled wildly around the two in excitement.
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An extraordinary scene unfolded—an enticing vision enough to drive heaven and earth wild.
A quarter of an hour ago, not even Qiao San could have imagined that his sister-in-law would be half-naked and clinging so tightly to him. Yet now, Qing Niang clung desperately to his root, fearing that even a moment’s carelessness would lead to penetration.
The passionate friction produced an intoxicating melody. Qiao San dared not continue forcefully, only rolling his throat in agony, like a man going mad, begging, “Dear sister-in-law, I’m in so much pain, I feel like I’m dying—please, just one more time!”
Heaven is fair. Earlier, being pressed against the doorframe had left the dignified sister-in-law nowhere to escape; now, it helped Qing Niang narrowly avoid the crisis of being fully penetrated.
“Brother San, I… I can’t… agree to this! What happened last time must never happen again! Ah…” Qing Niang struggled desperately against the tingling pleasure rising from her valley, straining to ignore the longing for fulfillment within her.
Of course, Qiao San had the strength to lift his sister-in-law by force, but his genuine feelings for her made him unwilling to do so. He could only endure the unbearable agony and beg urgently.
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Half-resisting, half-yielding, with the greatest danger seemingly passed, Qing Niang found herself whispering excuses. Not wanting her younger brother-in-law to burn up with desire, and hoping to end this dangerously intimate game quickly, the dignified and graceful Qing Niang finally gave in to the tingling sensation and gently pressed forward slightly.
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“Uhh…” Qing Niang let out a shamefully soft moan. Although her face flushed crimson, there was only shyness in her expression, not anger.
Delighted, Qiao San quickened his pace. The tingling sensation pulled at his desires. As a married woman, Qing Niang sensed her younger brother-in-law’s subtle changes. Her heart leapt with joy, and the soft, delicate valley of her womanhood quickened its gentle rhythm, matching his movements.
From awkwardness to familiarity, from clumsiness to perfect synchrony, the lust-bound brother and sister-in-law felt their hearts tremble. In rhythm, their two hearts achieved a wondrous unity. The flame of soul and body ignited, and the burning passion made the pair wild and bold.
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A subtle shift in emotion caused Qing Niang to arch her body upward, her beautiful toes curling tightly, her passionate moans echoing around her—she climaxed first. The pleasure surged wave after wave, the tingling sensation carrying her soaring beyond the clouds.
“Ah…” At the peak of ecstasy, the graceful, dignified wife involuntarily lifted her rigid feet, and her valley unknowingly rose a few inches. That seemingly insignificant distance propelled Qiao San into a paradise of bliss.
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“Waa…” Tears welled in her eyes before she could cry out. Qing Niang hadn’t expected a moment’s carelessness to lead to another grave mistake. Though her heart wept, her honeyed passage joyfully welcomed the return of his familiar pillar.
“Ah… Qing Niang, I finally have you again!” Gazing at her in a trance, Qiao San slowly moved his waist. Even this tiny motion brought him complete satisfaction.
The lingering tingling sensation surged anew. Qing Niang felt the difference between “pretense and reality.” Her flushed, alluring flesh shimmered with a seductive glow. Her dignity and restraint tried to retreat, but physical pleasure and the pursuit of passion drove her to inch forward.
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Feelings like threads, longing transformed into a cocoon. When honey and molten fire merged in the flower field, the deep love between the younger brother and sister-in-law finally transformed into butterflies, soaring gracefully hand in hand, tracing a perfect path of intimacy in the realm of love!
“Uhh… sister-in-law…” His rigid, hardened body returning to normal, Qiao San, descending from the peak of passion, tightened his arms around her with tenderness and love, his eyes filled with a hint of anxiety as he gazed at the softly closed eyes of Qing Niang.
“You…” This time, Qing Niang did not slap her younger brother-in-law’s face as she had before. Yet the sorrow in her eyes still lingered. The beautiful widow stared at him in silence. Though only for a moment, it left Qiao San’s heart in turmoil, no longer possessing the earlier arrogance of forceful intrusion.
A haze passed through Qing Niang’s eyes, and suddenly she turned around, forcing her weakened body to walk toward her room.
“Sister-in-law, I love you! I will never regret this!” Startled, Qiao San hesitated, unable to see the expression in her eyes, but his vow carried not a trace of hesitation.
Her younger brother-in-law’s confession made Qing Niang tremble. Her expression complex, the beautiful woman remained silent. Her sorrowful gaze was deep and unfathomable, neither clearly reproachful nor shyly hesitant. Until she turned and shut the door tightly behind her, Qiao San still could not understand the intricate, enigmatic heart of a woman.
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