Chapter 312: No Matter How Tough, It Must Be Done

Bailong Village was situated on higher ground, so by mid-September, the temperature had already started to cool. The summer heat was giving its last gasp of warmth as autumn approached.

As the weather grew cooler, villagers in poor health had already put on their jackets, while the young people were enjoying the last few days of refreshing weather.

In the living room, however, two people were drenched in sweat.

If you were to look through the window, you would see a tall, glamorous woman sitting astride a man, her body rising and falling.

Her long, beautiful hair cascaded down her back, damp with sweat and clinging in strands to her bare skin.

The two full, towering mounds on her chest bounced playfully.

The man, meanwhile, leaned back on the sofa with a look of pure bliss, a faint smile on his face as he admired the perfect, delicate body of the woman before him.

"I'm so tired..."

Zhao Ruoying moved for a little while longer before collapsing weakly onto Chen Erbao's chest.

Her large breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples grazing casually against his skin.

"My turn, then!"

Chen Erbao gave her a heads-up, then placed his hands on Zhao Ruoying's waist. With a sudden surge of power from his hips, he thrust her high into the air. His Stabilizing Needle drove deep, striking home with a single, soul-shattering blow!

"Ah... Slow... slower..."

That one critical strike was almost too much for Zhao Ruoying to handle. Her body swayed, and she nearly flew right off of Chen Erbao.

Chen Erbao threaded his hands under Zhao Ruoying's arms, slid them up her back, and grabbed her shoulders. He began to thrust up and down, as if using a life-sized pleasure toy.

The intense movements sent Zhao Ruoying into an endless series of orgasms.

She felt like a small boat on a boundless, stormy sea, tossed about by terrifying waves, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

"I... I can't take it anymore!"

Zhao Ruoying's smooth, jade-like legs hooked tightly around Chen Erbao's back. Her whole body suddenly shuddered as she strained to thrust her hips forward, welcoming his Stabilizing Needle to its deepest point. Then, she convulsed and collapsed, completely limp, on top of him.

Chen Erbao stroked Zhao Ruoying's hair, holding her on the sofa as they savored the tender warmth of the aftermath.

Her inner walls contracted from time to time, and her juices overflowed from the filled crevice, dripping onto the floor and forming a puddle.

When Zhao Ruoying had more or less recovered, Chen Erbao had her wrap her arms around his neck. Then, hooking her legs over his arms, he stood up.

Terrified of falling, Zhao Ruoying clung tightly to Chen Erbao.

This position required immense physical strength, but the stimulation it offered was also far greater.

They now had only one point of contact. From a distance, it looked as if Chen Erbao had impaled Zhao Ruoying on his spear and lifted her into the air.

The pressure of him plumbing her depths made Zhao Ruoying gasp for breath. The peaks of her chest jutted forward, their tips hardening once more.

Chen Erbao began his assault slowly, carrying Zhao Ruoying as he walked around the living room. Each step sent a jolt of intense stimulation through her, making her lose her senses for a moment.

"Go... to the bedroom..."

Zhao Ruoying pleaded, her voice trembling.

By the time they reached the bedroom, they had left a trail of wet spots behind them.

Chen Erbao pressed Zhao Ruoying down onto the bed, secured his Stabilizing Needle in place, and then, holding her tight, began to roll back and forth with her on the mattress.

The intense friction of their rolling movements made Zhao Ruoying moan uncontrollably, her entire body flushing crimson.

Feeling her inner walls clench once more, Chen Erbao channeled energy from his Dantian and launched another dozen forceful assaults. Finally, pressing against the soft flesh at the very end, he unleashed a scorching torrent.

...

It was already past five in the afternoon when he left Zhao Ruoying's house.

The sun was setting, hanging over the peak of Bailong Mountain and painting half the sky in shades of orange and red.

A cool breeze began to stir. Chen Erbao, in an excellent mood, rode his bicycle back home.

Fang Yun got off work early today. Seeing that Chen Erbao was home, she hurried into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

When she learned that Chen Dabao wouldn't be home for the next few days, the smile on Fang Yun's face grew even brighter.

After a simple dinner, Chen Erbao found himself with nothing to do, so he went out for a stroll.

His wandering eventually led him to the place where Fang Yi and his two students were staying.

'I should see how they're doing with the perfume.'

Chen Erbao walked up to the residential building and knocked on Fang Yi's door, but there was no response.

'Did the old man go out for a run?'

Chen Erbao figured that was a possibility, so he went to Song Yue's door.

He knocked for a good while, but no one answered there either.

Chen Erbao craned his neck to look up at the second floor and saw that a light was on in only one room: Jiang Yu's.

He had a strong impression of the shy, book-smart girl. The last time they had a meal together, he had noticed a pleasant scent on her.

Since Chen Erbao couldn't find Fang Yi or Song Yue, he figured asking Jiang Yu would be just as good and headed up the stairs to the second floor.

Just as he reached Jiang Yu's door, Chen Erbao heard the SPLASH-SPLASH sound of water from inside.

'Is she taking a shower?'

Chen Erbao was very familiar with that sound. He had walked in on Qiu Shuzhen showering several times when visiting her house.

'But it's only a little past seven. Is she showering this early to go to bed?'

Chen Erbao thought for a moment and decided it would be rude to knock right now. He leaned against the second-floor railing, planning to wait for Jiang Yu to finish her shower.

Gazing out at the darkening Bailong Mountain, Chen Erbao pulled a cigarette from his pocket and slowly lit it.

The tobacco caught the flame with a SIZZLE. As the plumes of slightly harsh smoke filled his mouth, Chen Erbao felt his body relax.

'There's been so much to do lately. It's actually pretty exhausting.'

'Once the company is established, I can delegate most of the work to my subordinates. I'll just need to manage the big picture.'

Chen Erbao took one drag after another, his hand resting on the railing as his thoughts began to drift.

Ever since obtaining the Joyful Technique, he had met many people and made quite a few enemies.

Lin Cheng and Zhao Feng could be considered his benefactors; building a business empire would be impossible without their help.

Correspondingly, Lin Zhiqing and Zhao Ruoying were the two women who held the most important places in Chen Erbao's heart.

It wasn't that his other women were unimportant, just that his bond with those two ran deeper.

Of course, his childhood sweetheart, Lin Rui, and his secret crush, Zhang Yiyi, were also very important to him.

As for Fang Yun, Qiu Shuzhen, and the others... well, that was another matter entirely.

It wasn't until he started counting that Chen Erbao realized just how many women he had now!

Four or five in Bailong Village, three or four in the Hongyuan City District, plus Xia Qingxue and Wenwen, whom he'd conquered in Dian Nan... it was almost enough to form an entire class!

The most difficult problem was the trio of Lin Zhiqing, Zhao Ruoying, and Zhang Yiyi. If he could just get those three to accept each other, Chen Erbao's harem would be complete!

As for sleeping with all three of them under one big blanket, Chen Erbao felt that was a dream unlikely to be realized in this lifetime.

Still, a man had to have dreams. What if he actually succeeded?

Chen Erbao even fantasized about one day getting Xia Qingxue and Bai Xiaoqing together and stacking them up...

It would be difficult, but he wanted to try.

For the sake of his little brother, no amount of hardship was too great!

What else does a man live for, if not for that final shiver?

Chen Erbao felt he had now grasped the true meaning of life.

It was a crude thought, perhaps, but a truthful one!