Chapter 4: Stepmother Is Satisfied

Lin Meng shuddered violently. He felt as if he had submerged into a pool of warm water. The unprecedented wave of pleasure nearly made him cry out aloud; it felt as though his very soul was being drawn out of his body. Subconsciously, he rested his hands on Pan Qiaolian’s head.

Once he adapted to the sensation, Lin Meng looked down at the eagerly bobbing Pan Qiaolian, still feeling a profound sense of unreality. He had definitely harbored fantasies about her, the village’s famously beautiful widow. Yet, in person, he usually only ever dared to steal a few glances. Now, she was actually doing this for him, an expression of pure enjoyment plastered across her face. It felt like a dream. But the sensation was incredibly real. The glide of her tongue was simply irresistible.

Soon, a tingling sensation shot through Lin Meng’s waist, as if a surge of energy was about to erupt from within him. Pan Qiaolian sensed it too. She quickened her pace, her body swaying vigorously with the rhythm. From his vantage point, he could clearly see the fine beads of sweat dotting her flushed face. His gaze drifted down her collar to the heavy, supple curves heaving with her movements. Her skin was so translucent that he could trace the faint veins, blushing with a soft, pink hue.

Having never tasted a woman before, how could Lin Meng possibly withstand such intense stimulation? He panted heavily in excitement, his mind spinning as the overwhelming pleasure peaked.

But just as he was about to release, the voice of his stepmother, Li Wanrong, suddenly echoed from outside.

"Qiaolian, did you just come over?"

SPLASH!

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over their heads. Lin Meng and Pan Qiaolian both jumped in shock. She hastily pulled back, standing up to straighten her clothes. Terrified, Lin Meng lost all his momentum and frantically yanked up his pants.

"It’s me! I’m over here with Mengzi," Pan Qiaolian replied, smoothing out her hair only after he was fully dressed.

Li Wanrong walked into the room. Glancing at the two of them, she didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. "I thought I heard your voice outside earlier, but I didn’t see anyone when I came into the yard. Qiaolian, are you feeling unwell? Did you come to have Mengzi take a look at you?"

"Oh, no, it’s not that," Pan Qiaolian said, putting on a calm smile. "I ran out of vinegar while cooking and wanted to borrow some from you. I called out a couple of times but nobody answered, so I came over to Mengzi’s room to check."

Li Wanrong nodded. "I see. Your face is so red, I thought you were running a fever."

Pan Qiaolian could only offer a guilty smile in return.

By now, Lin Meng had composed himself. He knew perfectly well that she wasn’t running a fever at all—she was just incredibly hot and bothered.

"As long as you’re alright," Li Wanrong said, thinking nothing of it. "I’ll go get you that vinegar."

The moment she stepped out to head for the kitchen, Pan Qiaolian let out a massive sigh of relief. She patted her ample chest with a delicate hand. "That was way too close. I was scared to death."

Watching her, Lin Meng recalled the soul-stirring bliss from just moments ago, and a wave of restlessness washed over him once more.

"Mengzi," Pan Qiaolian purred, shooting him a seductive glance. "Do you believe me now?"

"I..."

Lin Meng’s mouth was completely dry; he couldn’t form a sentence. After everything she had just done, he obviously believed her, but he still felt a lingering sense of apprehension. If word got out in the village that he was fooling around with a widow, his reputation would be irreparably ruined.

Pan Qiaolian saw right through his hesitation. She leaned in, lowering her breathy, coquettish voice to tempt him. "Xiaomeng, you’ve never been with a woman before, have you?

"I know my mouth felt amazing just now, but trust me, it doesn’t even compare to the real thing. I guarantee that once you’re inside, you’ll never forget how incredibly wet and warm it feels.

"Sure, I’ve been married before, but I barely ever did it with my late husband. I’m practically as tight as a virgin. If you do it with me, you absolutely won’t regret it."

Her sultry tone made Lin Meng’s heart itch as if a kitten were scratching at it. He wanted nothing more than to pin her down on the bed right then and there to taste her for himself. But just as the fiery impulse seized him, Li Wanrong’s approaching footsteps echoed from the yard.

Pan Qiaolian hastily stepped back. Her eyes brimmed with lustful intent. "Mengzi, if you make up your mind, come over to my place tonight. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you."

Lin Meng’s heart gave a violent thump, his breathing growing ragged. This little widow was absolutely insatiable. Judging by her behavior, she truly wanted him to take her.

While he was lost in thought, Li Wanrong walked in holding a bottle of dark vinegar. "Qiaolian, here’s your vinegar."

"Thank you, Wanrong," Pan Qiaolian said, reaching out to take it. "I’ll bring it right back once I’m done cooking."

"Oh, don’t be so polite. We’re neighbors, after all," Li Wanrong replied with a warm, casual smile. Since they lived close to each other and were both widows, the two women actually had a rather good relationship.

They chatted for a few more minutes before Pan Qiaolian excused herself. Right before stepping out the door, she shot Lin Meng one last, meaningful glance.

"Sigh, Qiaolian really has had a hard life," Li Wanrong murmured, letting out a soft sigh. "Her husband died so young, and her own parents refused to return the bride price so she could remarry. Now, she’s trapped living the lonely life of a widow."

Struck by a sudden wave of emotion, Lin Meng reached out and gently grasped Li Wanrong’s small hand. "Stepmom, you’ve had a hard life these past few years, too. You only stayed here to take care of me. You’re so beautiful—you could have easily remarried some wealthy man!"

"Xiaomeng, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Li Wanrong’s cheeks flushed, exuding a mature, intoxicating charm. Lin Meng stared blankly at her. His stepmom looked far too tempting!

"Stepmom, I’m not spouting nonsense. Not only are you incredibly beautiful, but your figure puts young girls to shame, and you’re so gentle and kindhearted. My biggest dream in life is to marry a woman just like you, to cherish her and love her properly!"

Hearing such brazen praise from the young man she had raised, Li Wanrong felt a rush of shyness, but a profound sweetness bloomed in her heart.

"That’s enough, Xiaomeng. I’m nowhere near as wonderful as you make me out to be," she said. "Besides, you’re quite a handsome young man yourself. You’ll definitely marry a wonderful wife in the future!"

Lin Meng vigorously shook his head. "I don’t want a wife! I want to stay in this house and keep you company for the rest of my life. I want to take good care of you and give you the best life possible!"

Seeing the earnest devotion in his eyes, Li Wanrong’s heart melted, overwhelmed with touching warmth. Subconsciously, just as she used to do when he was a little boy, she pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Xiaomeng, you’re all grown up now. Just knowing you care this much is enough to make me happy."

Li Wanrong’s body was as temptingly ripe as a fresh peach. As she held him close, her heavy, warm curves pressed firmly against his chest. The soft sensation, accompanied by her faint, natural fragrance, caused the lustful fire within Lin Meng to fiercely ignite once more.

Unable to control himself, his hardening erection poked persistently against Li Wanrong’s lower abdomen.

"Hm? What is this?" she murmured. Sensing something odd pressing against her, she instinctively reached down and grabbed it.

Before Lin Meng even had a chance to react, his stepmom’s soft, delicate hand had already closed firmly around him.

In an instant, both of their eyes flew wide open in sheer shock!