Chapter 85: Three Days of Passion

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Three Days of Passion

Chapter 85: Three Days of Passion

In the office, a graceful figure stood in front of the bookshelf—it really was Zhu Yun. I was taken aback. Was she working so hard that she was coming to work overtime so late at night?

It seems she is the librarian. I noticed her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a loose-fitting purple nightgown that hugged her alluring and voluptuous body. She probably wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, as her full, firm breasts were arched, and I could see her erect nipples. The nightgown’s hem was very long, only revealing her delicate, pinkish-white ankles. Her beautiful feet were clad in slippers, giving her a very casual, homey look.

Why is she dressed like that at school?

I was surprised. I had intended to go in and scare her, but I saw that she had a very serious and indifferent expression and was looking for some documents on the bookshelf.

My beautiful, delicate face was completely bloodless. I instinctively dared not show myself, feeling that it would be extremely inappropriate if she discovered me now.

I can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong, it’s just a gut feeling. I felt a little panicked as I watched her search for a while before pulling out a folder from a heavy book.

Upon opening the folder, a bunch of things that looked like Taoist talismans were pulled out.

I was surprised; what was this for?

How can there be something like this in a university library?

I vaguely remember seeing these things before, in some traditional books about Taoist medicine.

Zhu Yun took out the talismans and examined them carefully before putting them back into the book. Then, she picked up the book and prepared to turn off the light.

I was startled and quickly moved to the side. Luckily, there was a corner nearby with a recessed area. There were no lights around, and I hid inside, not daring to make a sound.

I heard Zhu Yun turn off the lights, lock the office door, and then go downstairs. The sound of her slippers clattering in the empty building echoed through the room.

I only dared to peek out from around the corner when I felt she had gone downstairs. The hallway still carried her faint fragrance, not a strong perfume, but her mature woman’s scent was particularly alluring. It was a delicate fragrance of cosmetics and the fleshy aroma of a mature and beautiful woman, unforgettable and making one’s heart itch.

I quietly crouched down from the third floor and saw her through the stair railing that she had already reached the first floor. She was holding the book with the talisman tucked inside. Instead of going to the main entrance, she walked towards the side corridor. Her purple nightgown fluttered with her alluring figure, and her gait was incredibly captivating. Her full hips swayed from side to side under the nightgown, and the hem of the skirt swayed, exuding a bewitching and seductive aura. Only the faint moonlight shone into the dark "Tongyue Tower".

She looked like a purple female ghost emerging from the night.

I couldn’t help but shiver. I went down to the third floor to see where she had gone.

I don’t know why I care so much. This woman is nothing like an ordinary university teacher. There are too many mysteries surrounding her, which makes me care.

I remember the corridor she walked down seemed to be a dead end, with men’s and women’s restrooms in the back, and then a storage room.

I followed her down the corridor, but she was no longer in sight. I went through the restroom to the storage room; she must have gone in there.

I pressed my ear against the door of the storage room and listened carefully for a while. There was no sound coming from inside, and no fiber optic cable was seen coming out from the crack in the door. What was she doing in there? Was she sleeping here?

I was filled with doubt and hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to turn the doorknob slightly. The door was not locked.

After opening the door, I found some school supplies piled up inside. The storage room wasn’t big, and there was a small cubicle inside. I went in and looked around, but there was nothing else there.

There was no sign of Zhu Yun either. Where did she go?

I searched around but couldn’t find any trace of anyone here. There weren’t many miscellaneous items piled up inside, and it didn’t seem like a place to sleep or rest.

I was completely baffled. I felt that Zhu Yun was mysterious in every way. Could she possibly have a magic trick to disappear?

Then I noticed that the tiles on the walls here were very similar.

Surprisingly, it’s the same as the secret room in my and the Yao family’s basement.

Could this be another secret room?

I continued searching following the clues in the tiles, and sure enough, I soon found the tile that looked like the switch for a hidden door.

I wanted to open the mechanism now, but then I realized that I didn’t have the key to open it. Even if I triggered the mechanism, I wouldn’t be able to get in. Besides, Zhu Yun should have already opened the mechanism and gone to the secret room below. The noise I made by activating the mechanism here might alert her and cause a disturbance.

Thinking of this, I withdrew my hand. Zhu Yun is from the Zhu family, one of the four great families. It seems that this "Tongyue Tower" is also closely related to the secrets of the four great families.

Although it’s unclear what she was doing in the secret room, it’s likely related to the "secret" of the four major families that she and my mother had mentioned before.

Since I couldn’t go down, there was no need to stay here any longer. It would be terrible if someone else came, or if she came up and found me, so I quickly left.

I escaped from the library on the second floor.

It seems this "secret" is extremely important.

I don’t know what they’re all planning, but I feel like I’m already caught in the vortex of things, and now even if I wanted to escape, I couldn’t.

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In the presidential suite 301 of the Grand Lisboa Hotel.

On the hotel bed, a stunningly beautiful woman with snow-white skin lay beneath a man, her body drenched in fragrant sweat and panting heavily.

The two held hands tightly, their long, plump, snow-white legs draped over the man’s shoulders, revealing their delicate, pink crotch and private parts, their rose-red labia parted wide.

The entrance to Peach Blossom Spring was originally so narrow that not even half a finger could be inserted.

At this moment, she was forcefully pierced by a thick, long, and ferocious purplish-red hook-shaped penis, and the beautiful, moist lips were forced to stretch to their limit, sucking on the penis like a greedy little mouth.

Her plump buttocks swayed like waves, like an extremely elastic fleshy cushion. The pink flesh between her full vulva gripped the man’s huge penis tightly, welcoming his thrusts, while her two large, full breasts danced wildly.

The fluids from their tightly joined genitals splashed and overflowed, along with streams of thick, white semen, indicating the duration of their intense sexual intercourse.

Yao Liang was overjoyed to finally have my mother, the beautiful goddess he had longed for day and night. He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. All his most sordid and lewd thoughts from childhood were fulfilled. This gorgeous and sexy woman was his best friend’s beloved mother, who was nearly 20 years older than him, yet he had her pinned down and manipulated at his will. She indulged in lewd pleasure with him like a wronged woman for three days and three nights. The rapid sounds of flesh colliding and panting moaning in the room never stopped.

The two were deeply in love, and my mother was extremely satisfied with the energetic boy’s skillful bed techniques. They experienced one climax after another, making love and reaching new heights.

As if possessing inexhaustible energy and desire, they seemed to leave countless traces of physical intercourse in every corner of the presidential suite—on the bed, in the bathroom, in the living room, on the balcony.

Their joined genitals were wet and dry, wet and dry again. The flowing fluids swelled into layers of foam from the intense friction, enveloping their private parts and covering their entire lower body. Yet, they remained passionately and tightly joined together.

"Mmm... ah..." My mother beneath Yao Liang couldn’t help but moan softly, her noble and aloof face flushed with the passion of sex, and she breathed heavily through her nose.

Yao Liang thrust his hips, his hands gripping my mother’s round, plump buttocks, kneading, rubbing, and caressing them. His powerful fingers rubbed and kneaded wantonly, his ten fingers sinking deep into my mother’s flesh. He thrust and pounded into the goddess beneath him, his thick penis rubbing against my mother’s tender hole, like a pile driver, each thrust going straight to the bottom, opening the delicate cervix. He swayed his hips, grinding against her flesh, his large glans rubbing and intertwining with the tender flesh of her uterus, until my mother’s plump honey hole was overflowing with nectar and a mess.

Yao Liang watched as the alluring goddess beneath him reveled in his pleasure, her full breasts bobbing up and down, her body covered in marks from the past few days. He leered, "My dear Xin... does it feel good?"

"So... so good... so wonderful... ah... it’s killing me..."

Mom twisted her waist and hips, her honey hole tightly gripping Yao Liang’s big meat stick, secreting slippery juices. The layers of seductive flesh inside her famous "jade cave" wrapped around the meat stick, and her womb was stretched and rubbed open by the huge glans with each thrust, making her feel so good that she was intoxicated. She swayed and thrust her plump pink buttocks, breathing heavily and panting. Her black hair was scattered everywhere, and she was panting and moaning.

How do I compare to Jiang Weixin?

"...Yours is much bigger than his... so good, Xiao Liang... mmm... I want it, I want it... ah..."

The intense pleasure from the exquisite vagina stimulated his penis to its limit, and Yao Liang’s surging lust became uncontrollable. His blood was boiling, and he lewdly said to my mother beneath him, "Sister Xin, your cunt is so hot... it’s going to break my little brother... Shall we play for another day?"

"Snort!"

My mother’s face was flushed with a beautiful blush, her allure overflowing, and she hummed softly, "You’re still not satisfied... a reward that was supposed to be for one night... has already... been enjoyed by you for three days... ah..."

"You weren’t enjoying being fucked by me either, otherwise why wouldn’t you want to leave... It felt so good... I’ll fuck you to death... Oh... It felt so fucking good..."

Yao Liang thrust his lower body violently, pumping his erect penis in and out of her smooth, wet vagina like a piston. The throbbing, hook-shaped penis brought out her gushing vaginal fluids in waves with a "plop... plop..." sound.

Both of their pubic hairs were covered in sticky fluid, clinging to the two moist, translucent labia of my mother’s pink crotch, tinged with a rosy red. As the huge penis scraped against them, the tender flesh inside her vagina rolled around, and glistening nectar flowed into her alluring cleft, making Yao Liang feel an intoxicating pleasure.

"...Ugh... I want it, I want it... Give it to me now..."

A wave of pleasure washed over her, and Mom let out a loud moan. Her beautiful eyes were hazy and alluring, and her cherry lips, glistening with a lustrous sheen, began to emit clear moans. Her soft, white arms wrapped around Yao Liang’s neck, and her seductive legs, like an octopus, tightly entwined around Yao Liang’s waist. Her lower body’s honey hole contracted and writhed rapidly, and streams of hot, white nectar gushed out, splashing and spraying everywhere.

"Ah, ah, here you go, all of it, I’ll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, ah, ah, I’ll fuck you to death, you slutty sister,"

Yao Liang shuddered and shouted as he pressed down hard. His purplish-black glans plunged into the cervix, hitting a soft spot. He felt my mother’s incredibly seductive and tender vagina was wet, hot, and incredibly tight. The plump vaginal flesh inside was constantly writhing, as if trying to squeeze out all the juices from his penis.

Immediately following a powerful throbbing, Yao Liang shouted as his semen gushed out, spraying large gushes into the flower’s heart, which was still oozing nectar.

The scalding hot semen shot into my mother’s uterus, causing it to convulse uncontrollably. Her moist flower path and plump honey hole spasmed even more violently, and her slippery, wet flesh, filled with lustful fluid, clung tightly to Yao Liang’s penis, wriggling and sucking it forcefully.

Suddenly, Mom relaxed, letting out a high-pitched moan. A rosy blush spread across her cheeks and naked body. Waves of pleasure pushed her to the peak of carnal ecstasy. She felt incredibly comfortable and happy. Her beautiful, radiant body arched involuntarily in the spasms of orgasm.

The contracting, tender vaginal opening felt like hundreds of tiny hands tugging at the large glans penis from deep within.

"Sizzle..."

A stream of yin essence gushed out, pouring freely onto the tip of the penis.

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