Chapter 140: Big Sister Loves You to Death

An hour later.

Pan Qiaolian collapsed limply onto the large bed, spread-eagled and utterly spent. Her face was flushed, her hair in a disheveled mess, and a trail of saliva lingered at the corner of her lips—looking as if she had been thoroughly ravished. Her tender, pink flower remained parted for a long time, convulsing continuously while oozing thick, viscous fluids.

Beside her, Lin Meng felt incredibly refreshed, experiencing a euphoric sensation of floating on cloud nine.

"Xiaomeng, you rascal, what got into you today? You were so fierce in broad daylight—are you trying to kill me?" Pan Qiaolian asked coquettishly as she finally caught her breath.

"Hehe, it’s just that you’re too beautiful. I really couldn’t control myself." Lin Meng grinned, planting a hard kiss on her cheek.

Pan Qiaolian was delighted, her eyes brimming with charm. "Are you satisfied now?"

Lin Meng nodded, as if suddenly remembering something. "By the way, Xiaolian, did Sister Mengqing run into some trouble recently? I saw her go to Sister-in-law Liyang’s house today to borrow quite a bit of money."

"Oh, that’s not too big of a deal..." Pan Qiaolian didn’t hide anything and explained everything in detail.

It turned out that after Zhou Mengqing returned, her old house—though barely livable—was dilapidated. It leaked wind and rain everywhere and desperately needed repairs. However, her parents had to financially support her married brother and couldn’t spare any money, leaving her to figure it out herself. Aside from Ji Liyang, she had also borrowed six thousand from Pan Qiaolian.

"If Sister Mengqing is so strapped for cash, why didn’t she come to me?" Lin Meng couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Pan Qiaolian replied softly, "I asked her the same thing. She said she was afraid you’d think she was only sleeping with you for money."

Lin Meng froze for a moment before finally understanding her intentions. Even though Zhou Mengqing was in a tough spot, she had her dignity. She didn’t want him to think she was selling her body for cash.

"What? You haven’t even slept with her yet, and you’re already feeling sorry for her? If you really can’t stand by and watch, you can just grab some money and bring it directly to her," Pan Qiaolian said, a hint of jealousy in her voice. However, it was obvious she wasn’t truly angry.

Lin Meng chuckled. "You’re right, my heart does ache for her. As long as a woman is mine, I won’t let her suffer the slightest grievance. That includes you, Xiaolian. If you ever need money in the future, just come ask me. I’ll give you however much you need!"

"Forget it, I’m not short on money. You’d better save it for your other little lovers. As long as you can keep me well-fed with that thing of yours, I’m fine." Pan Qiaolian shot him a playful glare.

"Xiaolian, what are you saying? When have I ever left you hungry? Look at you now—you’re so stuffed you’re practically throwing up." Lin Meng stared at her exquisite, still-oozing flower, a wicked smirk spreading across his face.

After leaving Pan Qiaolian’s place, Lin Meng headed straight home. Now that he knew Zhou Mengqing’s situation, things would be much easier to handle. He figured he would find her another day, clear the air, and give her a sum of money for emergencies. Of course, this was primarily because Zhou Mengqing’s character had already earned his approval. If she had tried to wring money out of him before even sleeping with him, he might have paid her, but he wouldn’t have bothered with her again after doing the deed.

Soon, evening arrived.

His stepmother had been busy outside all day and went to bed early. Lin Meng, however, kept his mind on his promise to Zhao Lingshan and quietly slipped over to her house. The gate was unlocked. He pushed it open gently, slipped into the courtyard, and locked it from the inside before entering the main room.

As soon as he stepped inside, Zhao Lingshan heard the noise. Her voice called out from the bathroom, "Is that you, Xiaomeng? I’m taking a shower. Wait for me in the main room for a bit."

"Okay, Sister Lingshan," Lin Meng replied.

He looked around the room, unable to suppress his mounting anticipation. He wondered what Sister Lingshan’s gift could possibly be. Since she had made it seem so mysterious, it certainly wouldn’t be anything simple!

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a series of footsteps approached. Zhao Lingshan’s figure emerged from the bathroom.

Lin Meng turned to look and instantly froze. A dry, fiery heat surged up his throat.

Under the dim, yellowish light, Zhao Lingshan stood there, as beautiful and deadly as a venomous lure. A nightgown as thin as mist was her only covering, yet it seemed to conceal absolutely nothing. The plunging neckline lay wide open, allowing her full, perky breasts to stand proudly without restraint. The two crimson peaks at the tips were clearly visible—like red plum blossoms in the snow—quivering gently with every breath she took. Her peach-like, rounded buttocks stretched the nightgown into a tantalizing curve. Without the barrier of underwear, the sheer fabric occasionally clung to the cleft of her cheeks, outlining her plump mound.

As she stood there, her beautiful eyes seemed to radiate electricity, and every breath she exhaled was laced with a tantalizing allure.

Watching her, Lin Meng felt all the blood in his body rushing to his lower abdomen. His mouth went so dry that even swallowing became a struggle. His mind was entirely consumed by the primal urge to tear that sheer fabric to shreds and bury himself ruthlessly into her soft body.

"Little brother, do I look beautiful today?" Zhao Lingshan was highly satisfied with his reaction, doing a slow twirl in front of him.

"Beautiful! Too beautiful!" Lin Meng nodded vigorously, speaking from the very bottom of his heart.

"Then who do you think is prettier? Me, or Zhu Yan?" she asked playfully.

Lin Meng’s face stiffened. That was a total trap question; it was genuinely impossible to answer!

"Alright, I won’t tease you today. Come with me." Zhao Lingshan grabbed his hand and led him straight into the bedroom.

As soon as they entered, Lin Meng noticed the meticulously arranged bed, which was completely scattered with flower petals that exuded a rich, heady fragrance.

"Sister Lingshan, what is all this..." Lin Meng’s head was spinning; he had completely lost the ability to think coherently.

"My good brother, I told you earlier today that I had a gift for you, right? Well, the truth is, the gift is me," she said softly. "Today, I want to experience what it truly feels like to be a woman. Are you willing to take me?"

"Of course I am. But Sister Lingshan, you haven’t fully opened up down there yet. If we force it, you’ll likely get hurt." Lin Meng was both thrilled and worried.

"I don’t care. I have to try. No matter how painful it is, I can endure it!" Zhao Lingshan stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

Instantly, her unfettered softness pressed against him without reservation, feeling like two mounds of jelly wrapped in blazing flames. The scorching sensation seared through the thin nightgown, making Lin Meng’s chest tingle numbly. The two crimson tips brushed lightly against him, each friction sending tiny jolts of electricity down his nerves and straight to his lower abdomen, causing his member to instantly swell with aching pressure.

"Sister Lingshan!" Lin Meng could no longer control himself. Letting out a low growl, he crashed his lips directly onto her cherry-pink mouth.

Zhao Lingshan took the initiative, actively thrusting her fragrant tongue forward to tangle with his. The sweet mingling of their saliva was like intoxicating ambrosia, and neither could bear to pull away. Before long, saliva trailed down the corners of their lips, drawing glistening threads in the dim light. Their blazing desire threatened to burn right through them.

Zhao Lingshan was the first to reach her breaking point. Tearing her head away, she ended the kiss, dropped straight to her knees, and yanked down Lin Meng’s pants.

SMACK!

His monstrous dragon flopped heavily against her beautiful face, emitting a crisp slap.

"Ah... what a formidable thing. I absolutely love you to death." She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, murmuring like she was in a trance. Then, gripping Lin Meng’s lower back for support, she swallowed him whole.