Chapter 23: Discovered

"Holy shit!"

Pan Qiaolian’s words seemed to carry a certain magic. They made Lin Meng involuntarily fantasize about the scene.

His cold, aloof eldest sister, stark naked on the bed. Her beautiful hair would be a mess, and her face—framed by those gold-rimmed glasses—would be flushed with an intoxicating, alluring red. He pictured himself hoisting her long, fair legs onto his shoulders, driving hard into her tender honey pot. Under such relentless pounding, his eldest sister would be thoroughly conquered, crying out for her "good brother" and begging for mercy.

Damn...

The imagery was too intense, too stimulating!

Just thinking about it made Lin Meng’s whole body burn with restless heat. Even though he had just released himself, he couldn’t help but get hard all over again.

Feeling the scorching heat pressing against her lower abdomen, Pan Qiaolian couldn’t help but giggle. "It seems you do harbor some thoughts about your eldest sister. I merely mentioned it, and you’re already having such a huge reaction."

"Not at all. She’s my eldest sister. How could we possibly do something like that?" Lin Meng naturally refused to admit it, quickly finding an excuse. "My reaction is mostly because you’re just too charming, Xiaolian."

"You call her your eldest sister, but you two don’t share a single drop of blood. Why couldn’t you?" Pan Qiaolian’s eyes glinted with amusement, her tone like a devil’s whisper. "Besides, don’t you genuinely want to see her looking absolutely lewd and degraded right in front of you?"

Lin Meng felt another wave of arousal at her words, his reaction growing even more intense. To distract himself, he flipped over and pressed Pan Qiaolian down beneath him. "Thinking about that is useless anyway. I’d rather see you in that state again, Xiaolian."

Pan Qiaolian’s face paled in fright, and she quickly begged for mercy. "Lin Meng, my good brother! I’ve been deprived for so many years. Although I need the nourishment, if you go again, I’m really going to break!

"After all, I’ve been empty for far too long. Just taking you in was hard enough. How could I withstand endless torment?"

Lin Meng glanced at her nether regions. She was indeed looking a bit swollen and red, so he decided not to push it.

Suddenly, he remembered something else. "Xiaolian, how about I give you a massage? I just learned a new technique."

"Sure." Pan Qiaolian agreed immediately, as her body was sore and weak from all the tossing around.

Lin Meng climbed off her. Once she lay comfortably, he placed his hands on her smooth, plump thigh and began gently kneading it. To test things out, he didn’t use the Yin-Yang Saint Hand at first.

"Xiaolian, how does it feel?"

"It just feels like a normal massage." Pan Qiaolian’s expression remained completely unchanged.

Lin Meng’s hands paused for a split second before he quietly shifted into the techniques of the Yin-Yang Saint Hand. Instantly, the strange energy within his body began surging toward his hands.

He jumped in surprise, thinking, "Holy shit, why is there so much?" He realized the energy inside him had actually doubled in volume!

Was it because he had just slept with Pan Qiaolian? But the last time he did it with Cheng Xiue, it hadn’t increased this much. Could it be because Pan Qiaolian hadn’t done it in years? Lin Meng pondered the matter from every angle, and this seemed to be the only reasonable explanation. Unlike Cheng Xiue, Pan Qiaolian never messed around with other men, despite her strong inner desires. As for Cheng Xiue, who knew how many men she had been with?

"Ah... Xiaomeng, your hands have become so hot," the reclining Pan Qiaolian suddenly began panting out soul-stirring moans, interrupting Lin Meng’s thoughts.

"It’s so strange. My body suddenly feels tingly all over. I want it so badly.

"No, I can’t take it anymore. Xiaomeng, take me one more time."

Her entire fair body flushed a deep crimson, and her beautiful legs twisted in unbearable longing. The seductiveness in her eyes practically melted into pools of liquid desire. She even brought her own hands up to her plump breasts, kneading them with wild abandon.

"Goodness, that’s a hell of a reaction!" Lin Meng was startled once again. He could now be certain that the Yin-Yang Saint Hand didn’t just provide a massage—it also acted as a potent aphrodisiac. Otherwise, Pan Qiaolian, who had just explicitly rejected him, would never have initiated such an aggressive demand.

Holy shit! Didn’t this mean that if he gave any woman a massage, he could easily arouse her?

"Xiaolian, didn’t you just say you didn’t want to?" Lin Meng asked playfully, steadying his own emotions.

"I didn’t want to at first, but your massaging hands feel like they’re charged with electricity. They’re making my whole body tingle and my heart itch. I really can’t hold back anymore," she breathed. "Xiaomeng, my good brother, hurry up and come!"

Pan Qiaolian panted heavily in discomfort, spreading her legs wide for Lin Meng once again. The area that he had vigorously pounded was still a mess, not yet fully recovered and lingering with the scent of their lust. Lin Meng was already painfully swollen. He thrust his hips forward and buried himself deep inside her.

But just as the two of them threw themselves entirely into their pleasure...

CLICK!

The door to the main hall was suddenly pushed open. Zhang Guilan walked silently into the bedroom.

The moment she reached the doorway, she was met with an incredibly erotic scene. Her daughter-in-law was lying on the bed, her beautiful legs spread so wide they formed a straight line, looking absolutely shameless. Meanwhile, Lin Meng was kneeling in front of her, his body tightly connected to hers.

BOOM!

A rush of pure fury shot straight to her head. Zhang Guilan stormed into the room. "Pan Qiaolian, you... you have no shame!"

"Holy shit!"

"Ah! Mom, what are you doing here?!"

Lin Meng and Pan Qiaolian were both scared out of their wits and jerked apart violently. Pan Qiaolian frantically yanked the quilt over herself to cover her bare body.

"Qiaolian, you are my daughter-in-law! How could you do such a thing?!" Zhang Guilan pointed a trembling finger at the two of them in outrage. "And you, Lin Meng! You’re so young, yet you don’t learn to be decent! To think you’d hook up with my daughter-in-law—how utterly shameless!"

Lin Meng was mortified beyond words. Sleeping with someone’s daughter-in-law and getting caught red-handed... If this blew up, he would truly become a public enemy!

"Mom, please listen to my explanation..." Pan Qiaolian’s face was ashen as she desperately tried to find an excuse.

"What is there to explain?!" Zhang Guilan fired off one sentence after another, refusing to give Pan Qiaolian any chance to speak. "The last time I used my mouth on you, I felt something was off. It was as if I tasted a man!

"That’s exactly why I lied today and said I was going to town on errands and wouldn’t be back. I wanted to test you!

"Qiaolian, you’ve disappointed me so much. How can you face my dead son?!"

"Aunt Guilan, how can you say that about Qiaolian!" Lin Meng couldn’t bear to listen any longer. Furthermore, if he didn’t stand up for her now, Pan Qiaolian would definitely be disappointed in him.

"Shut up! What does this have to do with you, you little..." Zhang Guilan turned her head to scold him, but halfway through her sentence, her eyes landed on Lin Meng’s towering, erect dragon.

That terrifying majesty struck the deepest part of her heart, instantly unleashing the desires she had repressed for so many years. Zhang Guilan stared in an absolute trance, completely forgetting what she was about to say. At this moment, her heart overflowed with craving—craving to yield beneath Lin Meng’s hips, craving to be utterly conquered by him!