Chapter 22: The Method to Conquer the Eldest Sister

"Qiaolian, I’m coming in."

Looking at Pan Qiaolian’s eyes full of desire, Lin Meng stopped teasing her and slowly guided himself toward her opening. The moment he touched that tender and warm spot, it felt as though every pore on his body opened up.

But as he pushed forward, Lin Meng noticed the difference again. When he was with Cheng Xiue, going in had been incredibly smooth. But with Pan Qiaolian, it took quite a bit of effort just to slowly squeeze inside. Not to mention, the warm, tight sensation was easily ten times stronger than what he had felt with Cheng Xiue! The stimulating experience made all the muscles in his body tense up. It was an incredibly wondrous feeling. It felt so good that his bones seemed to turn to jelly. He felt light and floaty, completely losing himself in the sensation.

After another moment, Lin Meng finally entered her completely.

"Ah!"

As the massive object invaded her body, Pan Qiaolian threw her head back. Her fragrant, long hair fanned out, and she let out a sweet moan like a songbird. The fiery sensation of being completely filled made her feel as if her body was on fire. The expression on her face looked like a mix of satisfaction and pain.

"Qiaolian, are you okay?" Seeing her reaction, Lin Meng didn’t rush to move, but asked out of concern.

"You’re too... too big. Don’t move just yet, let me catch my breath." Pan Qiaolian bit her red lip and wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Meng’s waist.

"Okay, Qiaolian." Lin Meng nodded, staying completely still. But even so, the tight, warm, and soft embrace sent a tingling sensation right to his scalp.

After a while, Pan Qiaolian’s expression relaxed. "Xiaomeng, it’s better now. Try moving a little, slowly. Sigh, I still overestimated myself. I didn’t do it much to begin with, and it’s been so long since I’ve had a taste of a man. I almost couldn’t take it."

Listening to her, Lin Meng began to move gently, his curiosity piqued. "Qiaolian, did you and your husband not do it very often?"

"Him? He was too sloppy, so I rarely let him touch me. Besides, he passed away shortly after we got married. We probably didn’t even do it ten times in total." Enjoying the numbing pleasure of his thrusts, Pan Qiaolian’s expression grew hazy.

Lin Meng grew even more excited. No wonder Pan Qiaolian was so tight—that was the reason!

"Then, Qiaolian, if you wanted it so badly, haven’t you looked for other men?"

"I’m not that kind of casual woman. Even if the desire built up over the years, I never messed around. If I hadn’t happened to see your massive size, and if you weren’t so handsome, I wouldn’t have let you take advantage of me!"

As they chatted about intimate topics, they slowly slipped into a wonderful rhythm. Lin Meng subconsciously picked up his pace, thrusting wildly.

"Mmm... Xiaomeng, you’re amazing. You’re so much better than my dead husband. I feel so good I could die." Pan Qiaolian fell into a trance, crying out in uninhibited pleasure.

But just as she was completely lost in the ecstasy, Lin Meng suddenly stopped.

"Xiaomeng, if you can’t hold it anymore, just release it inside. I don’t mind." Pan Qiaolian looked at Lin Meng with watery eyes, thinking he was at his limit. After all, Lin Meng had little experience; it was normal for him to finish quickly.

"No, I want to change positions. Qiaolian, could you get on your hands and knees?" Lin Meng scratched his head and asked tentatively.

Pan Qiaolian paused for a moment before flashing a charming smile. "You little rascal. You’re not that old, but your mind is full of wicked ideas. Hold on!"

She flipped over and knelt on the bed, presenting her snow-white, plump buttocks directly to Lin Meng. Her beautiful legs spread slightly apart, revealing that tender pink opening pulsing rhythmically, seemingly teasing Lin Meng on purpose.

Lin Meng lost all traces of reason. He grasped her snowy cheeks and slowly pushed himself inside...

Lin Meng genuinely loved this position. Not only did it feel physically incredible, but he could also clearly see every single detail. At the same time, Lin Meng realized something. And that was, even though women’s private parts looked somewhat similar on the outside, the feeling on the inside was definitely different. Cheng Xiue and Pan Qiaolian offered completely different experiences. Another thing was the varying sense of psychological accomplishment he felt watching different women being conquered beneath him.

Lin Meng descended into utter madness, each thrust harder than the last. Meanwhile, a powerful surge of energy flowed from where they were connected right into Lin Meng’s body, making him even more vigorous. His relentless pounding made Pan Qiaolian scream continuously, shaking her head frantically.

"Ah..."

Less than ten minutes later, Pan Qiaolian let out a sharp, sweet cry. Her body suddenly jolted as if struck by lightning, and she clamped her legs tightly as she convulsed.

Lin Meng felt a surge of warm liquid gush from her burning body, making him shudder involuntarily. With a muffled groan, he could no longer hold back, releasing himself into the deepest part of Pan Qiaolian’s body!

Afterward, Lin Meng collapsed directly onto Pan Qiaolian’s soft back, panting heavily. Pan Qiaolian lay exhausted on the bed, her sexy and alluring body flushed with a faint rosy hue. Not only that, her body was still twitching involuntarily. Feeling the heat Lin Meng had left inside her, she felt as if she had completely melted. That scorching heat was far stronger than anything her late husband had ever given her. It brought her a level of pleasure she had never experienced before. It was truly exquisite, beyond what any words could describe.

"Xiaomeng, you really are too fierce. I’ll never be able to leave you now. Thank you for letting me finally experience what it feels like to be a real woman." Pan Qiaolian’s charming eyes were filled with affection.

"I guess I did alright," Lin Meng chuckled guiltily. After all, when he was with Cheng Xiue, he had lasted for a full hour or so. But with Pan Qiaolian, it had been half an hour at most. Mainly because Pan Qiaolian felt so incredibly good—it was something Cheng Xiue simply couldn’t compare to.

"Xiaomeng, from now on, I’m your woman. As long as you don’t despise me, I’ll stay by your side forever." Pan Qiaolian snuggled into Lin Meng’s embrace, her face glowing with the afterglow of happiness.

"Don’t worry, Qiaolian. I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life," Lin Meng said solemnly as he embraced her smooth, tender body.

"Drop the formalities. Just call me Xiaolian," Pan Qiaolian said, her voice soft and sweet.

Lin Meng felt his heart melt upon hearing this and hugged her a little tighter. "Xiaolian, you’re so good to me. If only Shiyun could be as gentle as you!"

Pan Qiaolian couldn’t help but let out a seductive giggle. "You mean that girl Shiyun, right? She does seem quite cold and arrogant. But I have a way to make her completely submissive to you—I just don’t know if you’d be willing to use it."

"What way?" Lin Meng immediately perked up.

Pan Qiaolian didn’t keep him in suspense. She smiled faintly and said, "I’m a woman too, so you could say I understand women’s psychology very well.

"Some women might look beautiful, hold a high status, and feel as unattainable as fairies. But deep down in their bones, they are all the same. They have needs and desires; they’re just good at hiding them.

"As long as you can conquer them in bed, they’ll become sluttier than you could ever imagine.

"Take Shiyun, for example. If you can get her into bed and use that massive weapon of yours to make her feel like she’s dying from pleasure, I guarantee it. No matter how cold she acts toward others, in front of you, she’ll be as obedient as a little bitch."