Chapter 172: Who Is the Strongest?

"Inside? How exactly would that work?"

Lin Meng furrowed his brow, playing dumb.

"With that thing between your legs, obviously. Stick it in and find out."

Han Meili had her head tilted down, her seductive eyes locked onto Lin Meng’s cock without blinking, practically drooling.

"Aunt Meili, are you sure about this?"

Lin Meng narrowed his eyes, his mind made up.

If he couldn’t hold back anymore, then screw it — might as well go for it.

He’d originally planned to keep things proper around Han Meili, but she’d gone and thrown herself at him. Well, if she wanted it that badly, who was he to deny her?

"Of course. Consider it my way of thanking you for the Vaginal Moisturizing Cream — I’m all yours today. Do whatever you want with me."

Han Meili was done waiting. She reached out and wrapped her hand around Lin Meng, stroking him slowly.

That single touch was like a lit fuse hitting a stick of dynamite — Lin Meng’s mind went completely blank. His voice dropped low. "Fine. Do whatever I want, you said it yourself. Don’t you dare regret it."

"Ha, why would I regret it? Sure, you’re well-endowed, but let’s see how long you actually last."

Han Meili gave him a provocative smirk.

Damn.

This woman was just asking for it.

Lin Meng was done playing nice. His eyes went red and he lunged at Han Meili, pinning her flat onto the bed.

He was so pent-up he was about to burst — no foreplay, no buildup. Clothes hit the floor, and he lined himself up and drove in hard.

Han Meili’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of being completely filled all at once.

But it didn’t take long before she realized something was off.

Lin Meng was like a beast that had snapped its chain — tireless and relentless.

Faster and faster.

Harder with every thrust.

Like he was trying to split her in two.

Before long, Han Meili’s back arched off the bed, her whole body trembling and convulsing.

But Lin Meng showed zero signs of stopping. The Yang Qi surging through him was wild and ravenous, demanding release.

...

An hour later.

Han Meili felt like she was falling apart at the seams. Flushed red from head to toe, her soft, yielding flesh quivered with every impact.

Wave after wave had crashed through her until her mind had gone blank, nothing left but the instinct to moan.

Sweat plastered strands of hair across her face. Drool trailed from the corner of her lips. Her eyes had begun to roll back.

She was barely hanging on.

Finally, Lin Meng let out a low, muffled groan and released deep inside her.

"Ah~ so hot... so good..."

That scorching heat hit Han Meili like a brand — her back arched sharply, and she was sent crashing over the edge yet again.

Lin Meng collapsed back, chest heaving, gulping down air. The Yang Qi inside him gradually settled, and his mind cleared.

A strange, hollow calm washed over him — that post-release emptiness where desire goes completely quiet.

He turned his attention inward, sensing the Yin Qi in his body — and felt the sudden urge to cry.

Just as he’d feared.

After finishing with Han Meili, the Yin Qi in his Dantian had surged considerably. All that Yang Qi he’d painstakingly cultivated? It barely made a dent.

"Aunt Meili, you’re going to be the death of me."

Lin Meng couldn’t help himself — he brought his palm down with a sharp smack on Han Meili’s still-trembling ass.

Han Meili didn’t hear a word of it. She was completely lost in the lingering afterglow, floating somewhere far away.

Every pore on her body felt like it was singing. A tingling, electric warmth radiated from the roots of her hair all the way down to her toes, every nerve still quivering with pleasure.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her breathing soft and shallow, her voice honeyed and syrupy with a languid sweetness.

Watching her like that, looking so utterly ravished, Lin Meng felt most of his irritation drain away. He let her be.

About ten minutes passed before Han Meili finally came back to herself.

A deep, aching soreness immediately flooded her entire body.

Her bones felt like they’d been scattered to the wind. Even her curled toes were stiff and cramping, and the dull throb between her legs was something else entirely — like something down there had been knocked loose.

"Xiaomeng, I actually thought it was your first time. Turns out you knew exactly what you were doing — you put on quite a show, didn’t you!"

Han Meili couldn’t help but grumble.

"I never said it was my first time. You assumed that on your own. And besides — you’re the one who started all this."

Lin Meng shot back, unamused.

"That doesn’t mean you had to be so rough about it. You nearly broke me, and things still haven’t... closed back up down there."

Han Meili pursed her lips and gave him her best pitiful look.

"Just answer me one thing — did it feel good or not?"

Lin Meng asked bluntly.

Han Meili fell silent.

Sore as she was, the pleasure had been just as real.

What he’d made her feel was unlike anything any other man had ever given her — the kind of thing you’d gladly die for.

"Aunt Meili, you just said I’m the best you’ve ever had — which means besides your husband, you’ve been with quite a few other men, haven’t you?"

Lin Meng wasn’t about to let her off easy. He gave her pert backside a firm smack and grinned. "So? What’s the story?"

This was supposed to be the very first day of his vow to keep himself pure. If this woman hadn’t gone out of her way to seduce him, he never would’ve caved this fast.

But since the damage was already done, he figured he might as well make the most of it.

"Why are you bringing that up out of nowhere?"

Han Meili looked a little flustered, her voice dropping.

"Just curious. Come on, spill it."

Lin Meng’s mischievous streak kicked in and he gave her plump backside a few more playful slaps to hurry her along.

"It’s all in the past. What’s there to talk about?"

Han Meili turned her head away, clearly reluctant.

"Aunt Meili, if you don’t tell me, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next."

Lin Meng deliberately shifted and sat up, letting her get a full look at what he was working with — already showing the first hints of revival.

Han Meili’s face went white.

Sure, it felt incredible — but if he went again, she genuinely might not survive it.

"Alright, alright, Xiaomeng, I’ll talk, okay?!"

Han Meili caved immediately, her voice softening as she began. "I’ve been with a few men, but honestly, it didn’t happen all that many times."

"The first was a boy from my village. We were both sixteen or seventeen — at that age where you’re dying of curiosity about that kind of thing. We found a dirty video to watch, and the longer we watched the more worked up we got, so we started trying to copy what we saw. But he barely got inside before he finished, so it didn’t really count. Then later, after I was married and visiting my parents, he grabbed me one day and dragged me out to the cornfield. Said he wanted to finally finish what we started back then. I was in the mood too, so we did it."

"The second was a boyfriend I had when I went to work in the city. We hooked up a few times, but I thought he was too selfish in bed, so I broke it off. Then there was another time — I went to visit my husband at the construction site, and he’d left for work. One of his coworkers happened to be off that day and was hanging around the dorm. He forced himself on me. I never said a word to my husband about it."

"After that, I stayed at the construction site with my husband for a stretch. His boss noticed me. He waited for a chance — took everyone out to dinner, got them all drunk, then dragged me into his car. I didn’t want to at first, but he offered ten thousand yuan. I figured that was more than my husband made in a few months, so I went along with it."

"After that, he kept coming around to see me on the sly, all the way until I went back home. All told, probably around ten times or so."

Listening to a woman lay all of that out in such vivid detail, Lin Meng found himself getting drawn in. He couldn’t stop himself from asking, "So out of all those men — who was the best?"