Chapter 11: Stepmother’s Plea

Inside the room, his stepmom was half-reclined against the headboard, wearing nothing but a short sleep dress.

The hem barely reached the top of her thighs.

Her milky-white legs were tangled together, rubbing back and forth restlessly.

Her snow-pale body twisted and writhed without stop, like some gorgeous, sinuous serpent.

And that wasn’t all — both her hands were pressed against her own full, rounded chest, kneading and squeezing without pause.

What really made Lin Meng’s blood roar was the sight of her head tilted back, her face flushed with naked hunger, her slightly parted red lips letting out one breathless, soul-stirring moan after another.

"Stepmom, what are you..."

Lin Meng stood there completely transfixed, heat rushing to his head as his body responded instantly, pitching a very obvious tent.

"Xiaomeng, it hurts so bad — I need it so badly. Please, can’t you just give me what I need? I’m begging you."

The moment Li Wanrong saw Lin Meng walk in, she only got worse — one hand still working at her chest while the other yanked her skirt up.

Lin Meng’s eyes went wide. What he saw next would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life.

A pair of purple panties hugged the two pale, plush curves of her backside. From barely a meter away, he could make out every faint ridge pressed into her skin by the lace trim, and catch the faintest drift of jasmine in the air.

And still she went further — she slid her hand right between her legs and began grinding against it, the sounds she made growing more and more unbearable to hear.

BOOM!

Lin Meng’s mind detonated. Only one thought remained.

She’s asking me to take her!!

Truth be told, Lin Meng’s feelings toward his stepmom had always been complicated.

Deep down, he genuinely thought of her as a parent — someone who had given him real, unconditional maternal warmth.

But she was just so strikingly beautiful, so impossibly tempting.

Whether it was that gentle, virtuous grace she carried herself with, or the lush fullness of her body — everything about her radiated an attraction no man could easily resist.

It was only natural that certain thoughts would creep in during unguarded moments.

Most of the time, though, Lin Meng managed to keep himself in check — to never let those thoughts cross a line, even in his own head.

But now...

The way she looked right now — the desperation, the raw, frantic want — it shattered every last wall he’d built.

Almost on pure instinct, he crossed the room in a few strides and pulled her warm, soft, full body into his arms.

"Ssss... God, she’s burning up!"

The instant they touched, Lin Meng sucked in a sharp breath.

Her skin was blazing — like pressing himself against a furnace.

Something was very wrong.

"Xiaomeng, I feel so empty — I’m burning up inside. Fill me up, hurry!"

The moment Li Wanrong felt the heat of Lin Meng’s body against hers, it was like finding an outlet for everything raging inside her. She pressed herself flush against him.

The full, soft weight of her chest crushed against his, completely reshaping under the pressure.

Her flushed lips parted, breathing warm sweetness against his face as she leaned in.

"Stepmom, just calm down for a second."

Lin Meng’s face was burning red, but he clenched his jaw and held himself back with everything he had.

As much as his body screamed at him, he was more worried about what was actually happening to her.

He put one hand up to keep her at arm’s length and started looking her over.

"What the hell — it’s a Love Flower Bee!"

That’s when he spotted it — the tiny pink-hued corpse of a bee lying on the bed. Everything clicked instantly.

The Love Flower Bee plant was native to a particular hillside near Taohua Village, and the locals had long known what it could do — livestock that ate it would spend the entire night crying out in agitation.

Sometimes, when farmers had animals that weren’t performing well during mating season, they’d deliberately go up the hill and fetch some of the stuff to feed them.

If it had that kind of effect on animals, no sane person would ever touch it themselves.

But there were bees up in those hills that fed on the Love Flower Bee’s nectar — and once they did, they were affected too. Even their stingers carried the plant’s toxin.

There had been a woman in the village once who went up the hill to pick flowers and got stung by one of those bees without realizing it.

That night, her screams carried through the whole village — and so did her husband’s — the anguished, pleading kind.

By the next morning, when the man finally dragged himself outside, he’d visibly dropped several pounds, his lips were chalky white, and he had dark circles under both eyes so bad he looked like a panda.

He’d nearly been drained completely dry.

Lin Meng never imagined one of those bees would wander down from the mountain — let alone sting his stepmom.

No wonder she was acting like this.

"Stepmom, you’ve been poisoned. Try to hold on — I’ll figure out a way to help you through this."

Now that he understood what was happening, a good part of the fire inside him died down. He didn’t want to have her this way — not like this.

"Xiaomeng, I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t — I’m going crazy from the pain. Please, just give it to me. I want you to fill me up, hard — please!"

Li Wanrong had completely lost her grip on reason. A fire was consuming her from the inside out — she was so desperate that tears were streaming down her face, her lush body thrashing and writhing.

"Stepmom, I..."

Lin Meng could feel every shift and press of her body against his. He was losing his mind too — but he clung to the last thread of his composure.

He never got to finish the sentence. Li Wanrong suddenly surged forward with startling force, crashing her lips into his. Her tongue pried his mouth open while her soft, slender hand closed around him and began stroking, relentless and deliberate.

Lin Meng’s eyes flew open — and then that final thread snapped. His body responded on pure instinct.

The soft warmth of her lips, carrying that faint, sweet fragrance, hit him like tasting honey for the very first time.

They melted into each other, their breath and warmth tangling together.

It felt like a dream — one he never wanted to wake from, not even for a second.

At some point, Li Wanrong finally broke away from Lin Meng.

Her skin had flushed a deep rose all over, her face was drowning in need, and a thin thread of saliva trailed from the corner of her lips: "Xiaomeng... I want it... give it to me..."

BOOM!

The sight of her like that — his stepmom like that — pushed Lin Meng completely over the edge.

He pinned her beneath him in one motion and tore her skirt open.

In an instant, every inch of her flawless body was laid bare before him.

The sight of her trembling, pale softness parched his mouth dry. He couldn’t stop himself — he brought both hands up and buried them in her, squeezing and kneading.

The give of her, the way she yielded and bounced back beneath his palms, made him feel like he was floating.

"Xiaomeng... you... the way you’re touching me feels so good...!"

His stepmom cried out, breathless and undone. Her smooth white legs wrapped around Lin Meng’s waist and pulled him in, pressing urgently toward her core.

Lin Meng’s breath hitched. His whole body trembled with the force of what he was feeling.

He was finally seeing the most secret garden his stepmom possessed.

Amid the lush, soft curls, her delicate pink flesh was already overflowing, glistening as it ran down toward her inner thighs.

Lin Meng reached out with a trembling hand and brushed against it gently.

The wet heat of it hit him like a physical blow, sending his head spinning.

"Xiaomeng — big brother — daddy — I can’t hold on anymore, please, just stuff me full right now, I’m begging you!"

Li Wanrong was completely unraveling under the stimulation, shaking her head frantically as she pleaded.

Hearing her talk like that, Lin Meng’s eyes went red. Every last decent impulse inside him was swallowed whole.

Stepmom? What stepmom?

The way she was acting right now — how was she any different from a cheap slut?

With that thought burning through him, he yanked his own pants open, steadied himself, and slowly pressed forward.

Closer and closer.

In the span of a single heartbeat, Lin Meng pressed right up against that soft, yielding entrance...