Chapter 69: Comfortable as an Immortal

Thirty minutes later.

Lin Meng walked out of Zhao Lingshan’s house, looking completely satisfied. He had to admit that with the experience of their previous encounters, Zhao Lingshan’s skills were becoming increasingly proficient. Her fragrant, soft tongue was as agile as a little snake, bringing Lin Meng to the brink of ecstasy and coaxing out more of his vital essence than usual. It had also left Zhao Lingshan completely sated.

By evening, his stepmother finally returned home.

She looked heavily burdened, as if something was weighing on her mind.

"Stepmother, where did you go? Why are you back so late?" Lin Meng, who had already prepared dinner, asked with concern when he saw her.

"It’s nothing. I just went to see a friend." Li Wanrong squeezed out a forced smile.

Lin Meng could guess that her mood was likely tied to his supposed impotence, so he didn’t press the matter. He had already decided to use this opportunity to make his stepmother his woman. It was the only way he could stay by her side and protect her for the rest of his life!

After dinner, Li Wanrong felt a bit tired and went back to her room to rest. As Lin Meng washed the dishes, he remembered his arrangement with Sun Shumei. However, it was still too early, so he could only return to his own room and wait for his stepmother to fall asleep.

Meanwhile.

In her room, Li Wanrong burst into unstoppable tears at the thought of what her doctor friend had told her earlier that day. According to her friend, Lin Meng’s impotence had absolutely nothing to do with his physical health; it was entirely a psychological barrier. That meant her actions that night had genuinely left a deep, traumatic shadow on him. Whenever he felt any arousal, he would be reminded of that incident. The only way to cure him was to provide enough stimulation to make him forget that shadow. But if she did that, the two of them might end up crossing the line.

Li Wanrong’s heart was torn with conflict. Eventually, her gaze drifted to a photograph on the table. It featured a handsome man in his thirties—Lin Meng’s father.

She murmured to the photo, "Back then, you asked me to stay in this house as your son’s stepmother to take care of him. I disagreed at first, but I couldn’t win you over in the end.

"So many years have passed, and I’ve long treated Xiaomeng as my own flesh and blood, but now I have to do something like this.

"If there’s anyone to blame, it’s fate. Whether it’s to repay you for saving my life or simply for Xiaomeng’s sake, even if it means betraying morality and ethics, I will make him a real man again!"

Li Wanrong muttered blankly to herself, but the expression on her face grew increasingly resolute.

At ten o’clock that night, hearing that his stepmother’s breathing had evened out in sleep, Lin Meng finally sneaked out of the house and arrived at Sun Shumei’s door.

Thinking of the surprise she had promised him during the day, Lin Meng felt an unbearable itch in his heart. He knocked on the door and lowered his voice. "Shumei, it’s me."

The moment he spoke, the door opened from the inside. Sun Shumei pulled him in and said resentfully, "Darling, why are you so late? I was dying of anxiety waiting for you."

"I had no choice. My stepmother was home, and I had to wait for her to fall asleep before I dared to come over," Lin Meng explained helplessly.

At the same time, his eyes swept over Sun Shumei. She had clearly just taken a shower; her hair was still a bit damp. The natural fragrance of her body mixed with the fresh scent of body wash, teasing his senses. However, she was wearing a long overcoat that wrapped her up tightly. Lin Meng frowned, unsure of what she was thinking. Wearing something like this for a hookup completely ruined the mood. Besides, this conservative outfit didn’t match Sun Shumei’s usual coquettish style at all.

"Darling, let’s go inside first." Sun Shumei took Lin Meng’s hand and led him all the way to the bedroom.

Lin Meng glanced around the room and couldn’t help but ask, "Sweetheart, where is the surprise you promised me?"

"The surprise? Isn’t it right in front of you?" Sun Shumei blinked playfully.

Lin Meng froze for a moment. Then, with a mysterious smile, Sun Shumei slowly shrugged off the overcoat and let it fall to the floor.

"Holy shit!" Lin Meng’s eyes instantly widened.

Underneath, Sun Shumei was actually wearing a full-body stocking. The black mesh encased her entire body, making her look hazy and incredibly sexy. However, the crucial areas at her breasts and between her legs were completely cut out. Framed by the black fabric, her two quivering peaks and the dense thicket between her thighs delivered an absolute maximum visual impact!

Although Lin Meng had slept with several women, he had never played like this before. His soul was practically snatched away by Sun Shumei.

"How is it, darling? Do you like my surprise?" Sun Shumei licked her red lips. The charming flush on her cheeks looked as if it were about to melt into dripping honey.

"I absolutely love it." Lin Meng felt a scorching heat wash over his entire body, swelling as if he were about to explode. He pulled Sun Shumei into a tight embrace.

"Darling, come, kiss me." Feeling the fiery heat of his masculine body, a wave of numbness washed over Sun Shumei, and she proactively tilted her face up.

Lin Meng didn’t hold back. He captured those full, bright red lips, claiming them frantically as their lips and teeth entangled. His hands weren’t idle either, vigorously kneading her tender, soft buttocks. It wasn’t until they were almost out of breath that their lips reluctantly parted.

Then, Sun Shumei naturally dropped to her knees and pulled down Lin Meng’s pants. Upon seeing the terrifying size that was unleashed, she could no longer suppress her thirst. Her red lips enveloped it directly, and she began to serve him with dedication.

Lin Meng couldn’t control a violent shudder as he gently held Sun Shumei’s head with both hands.

Just then, Lin Meng suddenly noticed the wedding photo on the wall. In the picture, Li Dabiao was wearing a suit, looking deceptively respectable, and his eyes happened to be staring right at this spot. Sun Shumei was in a wedding gown, wearing a sweet smile and looking incredibly pure and holy. This pristine image formed a massive contrast with how she looked right now!

Lin Meng grew even more excited, feeling an intense sense of vindication.

He thought, "Li Dabiao, you piece of trash. You dared to scheme against my stepmother and my eldest sister. You definitely never expected that your own wife would be completely conquered by me. Right now, she’s kneeling obediently in front of me, serving me like a little bitch!"

Just as he was thinking this, Sun Shumei stopped and looked up at him, asking like a pet seeking a reward, "Darling, does my service feel good?"

"It feels amazing, like I’m in paradise." Lin Meng was mentally satisfied to the extreme, his entire being floating in euphoria.

"Then can you make me feel good too?" Sun Shumei blinked, a hint of pleading in her moist eyes.

Lin Meng could tell she couldn’t hold back anymore. He chuckled and said, "Of course. Sweetheart, do you want to lie on your back or your stomach?"

Sun Shumei suddenly stood up. Placing her tender hands on Lin Meng’s chest, she gave a gentle push, knocking him back onto the bed. Then, supporting herself with one hand on the mattress, she hovered over his upper body. With her other hand, she extended a single finger and trailed it slowly down from his chest until she grasped his scorching hardness.

Only then did her rosy lips part, releasing a voice that was charming to the bone. "Darling, today... I want to ride you!"