Chapter 30: How Did It Get So Hot?

"Ah..."

The moment Lin Meng’s palm landed on her soft flesh, Zhang Guilan couldn’t hold back a cry. The scorching heat from his hand sent a shiver straight through her soul.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his racing heart, Lin Meng slowly slipped two fingers inside and pinched the cucumber.

"Holy crap! It’s actually this thick!" he thought, his eyes widening in shock.

The cucumber’s girth was practically the size of an eggplant. No wonder it was stuck in there. Just how incredibly thirsty was Zhang Guilan deep down?!

"Lin Meng... hurry... hurry up!"

Zhang Guilan was overwhelmed with shame, her body completely rigid. This was the first time anyone other than her husband had entered her there. Even if it was just his fingers, she still felt a sense of violation.

"Uh, okay."

Snapping back to reality, Lin Meng applied gentle pressure and tried to pull it out. But the second it shifted, Zhang Guilan let out a miserable shriek.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!" Zhang Guilan abruptly squeezed her legs together. Her face went deathly pale, and tears welled up in her eyes from the excruciating pain. "No! I can’t take it. Lin Meng, you’d better take your hand out right now."

Lin Meng withdrew his fingers, a deep frown forming on his face. "This is going to be difficult."

"Xiaomeng, you have to think of something!" Pan Qiaolian hugged his arm, her voice softening in a desperate plea.

Lin Meng thought for a moment. "The main reason the cucumber won’t come out is because you’re too dry inside, Aunt Guilan.

"You could try thinking about something passionate to get wet.

"Once there’s some lubrication, it should be much easier to pull out."

Zhang Guilan flashed a maidenly look of embarrassment. "It... it’s so swollen and painful down there. I can’t possibly think about things like that."

Lin Meng cleared his throat. "Then there’s only one other way. We have to physically stimulate you so your body naturally reacts with desire."

Pan Qiaolian’s alluring peach-blossom eyes instantly lit up. "That’s a great idea! Hurry up and start, Lin Meng!"

"No!" Unable to accept the idea so suddenly, Zhang Guilan hurriedly shook her head. "I’m not ready for this. You have to let me think about it."

Lin Meng felt a flash of disappointment, but he knew he had to take it step by step to break through Zhang Guilan’s mental defenses. "Aunt Guilan, since you aren’t comfortable with me doing it, why don’t we let Qiaolian try? You’re both women, after all."

Zhang Guilan hesitated for a moment before giving a subtle nod. "That works. But... could you step outside for a bit?"

"Mom, Lin Meng is a doctor. He needs to stay here so he can monitor your condition at any moment. How can you ask him to leave?

"Lin Meng, you just stand right there and watch."

Giving Lin Meng a meaningful wink, Pan Qiaolian walked over to Zhang Guilan, who closed her eyes and seemingly resigned herself to her fate.

"Mom, let me help you take your shirt off first."

Pan Qiaolian reached out and slipped off Zhang Guilan’s top. Instantly, a large expanse of dazzlingly fair skin was exposed. Her two full peaks were tightly wrapped in black lace, creating a deep, snowy cleavage between them.

Lin Meng’s mouth went completely dry at the sight. Zhang Guilan’s soft mounds were simply exaggerated, much larger than both Pan Qiaolian’s and Cheng Xiue’s. It made him want to bury his face deep inside them.

"Xiaomeng, how exactly am I supposed to stimulate her next?" Pan Qiaolian asked, deliberately glancing back at him.

"Just do foreplay, like what a man and woman would do before being intimate. As long as it makes Aunt Guilan feel desire and her body reacts, it’s fine."

"Ah, I understand."

With a sly grin, Pan Qiaolian’s hands abruptly pushed aside the black lace. Instantly, two massive, snow-white spheres bounced out. They quivered non-stop, a mesmerizing sight that made Lin Meng’s heart race wildly. Much like her lower half, the two buds atop the snowy peaks carried the mature seasoning of time, exuding a wild, irresistible temptation.

"Mom, I’m going to start now," Pan Qiaolian warned before reaching out to grip the tender mounds, beginning to knead them. Because her hands were on the smaller side, she couldn’t fully encircle them. More than half of the tender, fair flesh spilled out past her fingers.

"Mom, are you feeling anything yet?" Pan Qiaolian asked tentatively after a moment.

"Yes, but only a little bit," Zhang Guilan replied, her brow furrowed as she forced down her overwhelming embarrassment.

"Looks like I need to turn it up a notch." Muttering to herself, Pan Qiaolian simply bent down and took one of the swollen buds into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. Her free hand wasn’t idle either, roaming continuously over Zhang Guilan’s skin.

"Ah..." Zhang Guilan let out a soft cry, her breathing gradually growing heavy.

But aside from that, there was no other reaction. A few minutes later, Pan Qiaolian was panting with exhaustion, a sheen of fragrant sweat dotting her flushed cheeks.

"Mom, is the feeling still not strong enough?"

"Qiaolian, maybe we should just forget it..." Zhang Guilan didn’t even dare to open her eyes. To be teased like this by her daughter-in-law right in front of a man—it was mortifying!

"It’s fine, Mom. Let me think of another way," Pan Qiaolian reassured her verbally, but secretly shot Lin Meng a pointed look.

"Holy crap! She wants me to take over!" Lin Meng realized, his heart pounding fiercely against his ribs.

Stepping forward in excitement, he watched as Pan Qiaolian made room for him.

"Mom, get ready," she said in a soft, soothing tone. "I’m going to switch up my technique~"

Lin Meng was already practically itching out of his skin. Staring at the two jiggling, tender mounds of white flesh, he immediately reached out and grabbed them. A sensation of plush, buttery softness instantly shot through his entire body.

"Ah... Qiaolian, how did your hands get so hot?!"

Feeling the scorching heat of those palms, Zhang Guilan’s body shuddered violently. She instinctively opened her eyes—only to see Lin Meng standing right beside her.

"Lin Meng, why is it you...?" Startled and embarrassed, Zhang Guilan tried to wriggle away.

But Pan Qiaolian immediately stepped up and pinned down her legs.

"Mom, you saw what happened just now. No matter what I did, you didn’t feel anything.

"After all, we’re both women. It’s hard for us to react to each other.

"In your condition, the only option left is to let Xiaomeng try."

As Pan Qiaolian spoke, she frantically signaled Lin Meng with her eyes.

Lin Meng completely understood. He began kneading with both hands, reveling in the warm, supple texture while simultaneously channeling the Yin-Yang Saint Hand.

Instantly, Zhang Guilan’s struggling body went entirely limp. She felt a crisp, numbing electrical current transfer from Lin Meng’s hands, spreading rapidly throughout her entire body. Her temperature spiked, growing hotter and hotter as a fire of raw lust ignited deep within her core.

"Ah... mm..." Biting her lip, Zhang Guilan let out an uncontrollable, breathy moan.

In this state, her sensitive body—hollowed out by a prolonged, aching loneliness—gradually surrendered to the unbridled pleasure. A piercing sense of emptiness seized her entirely, and an unbearable, tingling itch clouded her mind. The compounding waves of stimulation crashed straight into her very marrow and nerves.

"Xiaomeng... hurry... hurry up and bite me!"

Slowly losing her mind to the pleasure, Zhang Guilan finally threw her arms around Lin Meng’s head, pressing his face directly into the deep, pillowy depths of her snowy cleavage.