Chapter 70: Really Didn’t Do That Kind of Thing?

Lin Meng cursed inwardly, wondering how Sun Shumei knew so many tricks today.

He was already burning with lust. Teased like this, the blood in his veins seemed to boil. PANT, PANT. He gasped heavily.

"Good brother, why aren’t you saying anything?" A seductive, charming smile curled on Sun Shumei’s lips.

"Good sister, where did you learn all this? I really can’t take it anymore!" Lin Meng wore a bitter expression. He wished he could pin Sun Shumei down right now and thrust into her infinitely accommodating warmth.

"This is only for you. I’ve been married to Li Dabiao for so many years, but we’ve never played like this, nor have I ever worn this kind of clothing." As Sun Shumei spoke, her small hands restlessly stroked him.

Lin Meng’s face twisted in pleasure. He asked subconsciously, "Why? Does Li Dabiao not like it?"

"Of course not!" Sun Shumei couldn’t help but shoot Lin Meng a reproachful look. "It’s because he isn’t worthy of me doing this. But you are different, my good brother. That day, you cherished and cared for me like a real woman. Naturally, I have to serve you well."

Lin Meng finally understood. It seemed that his actions at the restaurant last time—using his mouth and serving her so gently—had completely captured her heart. That was why she was going out of her way to please him like this. He realized that this love-starved woman was so easy to conquer.

"Good brother, I’m coming in." After all this flirting, Sun Shumei couldn’t control her overflowing desire either.

Holding that terrifying, scalding heat, she slowly aligned it into position. After lightly rubbing it back and forth a few times to lubricate the entrance, Sun Shumei sank down to the very bottom in one swift motion.

"Ah... so full."

Feeling that incomparable sense of fullness, a look of pure satisfaction washed over Sun Shumei’s flushed face.

Wrapped in that slippery, bouncy, warm, and wet flesh, Lin Meng tensed all his muscles in equal pleasure. After the series of foreplay just now, his sensations had become particularly intense.

Once Sun Shumei adjusted for a moment, she placed her hands on Lin Meng’s chest for support, slowly raised her honeyed hips, and then sat down hard. That momentary burst of pleasure caused both of their Divine Souls to stir wildly.

Sun Shumei was completely immersed, continuously repeating the motion. Lin Meng wasn’t idle either. Watching those two soft mounds bouncing up and down, he reached out, grasped them in his palms, and kneaded them to his heart’s content.

Twenty minutes later.

Sun Shumei seemed to feel something and suddenly sped up her rhythm. But soon, her movements came to an abrupt halt. Her entire body collapsed onto Lin Meng, trembling rhythmically without stop.

At the same time, Lin Meng felt her intense contractions and a stream of hot fluid pouring over him. In an instant, Lin Meng also reached the edge of eruption. Grabbing her plump buttocks with both hands, he took the initiative to thrust.

Before long, with a low growl from Lin Meng, the two hugged each other tightly, panting heavily while their bodies remained connected. Glued together by the sweat covering their bodies, it took several minutes for them to recover their strength.

Sun Shumei still clung tightly to Lin Meng’s neck, unwilling to separate, basking in the blissful afterglow.

"Good brother, did you and Zhang Xinyue really not do that kind of thing today?" Suddenly, Sun Shumei asked out of nowhere.

Unaware of what she was thinking, Lin Meng replied casually, "We really didn’t. Why would you think that?"

Resting on Lin Meng’s chest, Sun Shumei said lazily, "From looking at her face, of course. No matter how you looked at it, she seemed like someone who had just been thoroughly satisfied."

"It’s just a misunderstanding." Lin Meng let out a bitter laugh and explained how he had helped clear Zhang Xinyue’s milk ducts.

"So that’s how it is," Sun Shumei finally understood, then asked in a coquettish tone, "Then, good brother, don’t you want to do her in your heart?"

Hearing this, Lin Meng involuntarily thought of the rich, milky scent on Zhang Xinyue’s body, as well as her physique that perfectly combined the traits of a young maiden and a mature wife. The thing that had slowly subsided instantly regained its feeling.

"Good brother, it seems you not only want to, but you’re incredibly thirsty for it." Sun Shumei immediately noticed the scalding change inside her and couldn’t help but giggle softly.

Lin Meng was a little embarrassed at first, but soon felt at ease. "Good sister, I’m a normal man. Having thoughts about a pretty young wife like Zhang Xinyue is perfectly normal, right?"

Sun Shumei wasn’t angry at all. "Of course it’s normal. Let alone a young man like you, even forty or fifty-year-old men probably have the same thoughts.

"What I want to say is, good brother, since you have such an opportunity, you can totally eat her up."

"Uh..." Lin Meng didn’t expect Sun Shumei to say such a thing. He said, conflicted, "She has a husband, after all. Wouldn’t doing that be a bit inappropriate?"

"I have a husband too, so why do you do me as if it’s perfectly justified?" Sun Shumei asked reproachfully.

Lin Meng instantly fell silent. He couldn’t exactly say that he was only doing her like this to get revenge on her husband, could he?

Sun Shumei didn’t press the issue and continued, "Actually, even if you don’t take the initiative to sleep with that young wife, Zhang Xinyue, she will find another man and cuckold her husband anyway."

"Why do you say that?" Lin Meng asked curiously. While he had a very good understanding of women when they were in bed, he wasn’t quite as perceptive when it came to their delicate inner thoughts.

Sun Shumei explained with the tone of someone who had been through it all, "It’s very simple. That young wife has been married for over a year now, right? Her husband has probably spent less than three months by her side in total.

"She got pregnant before she even had a proper taste of being a woman. What woman would feel good about that?

"Not to mention, she and her husband met through a blind date to begin with, so there wasn’t much affection between them. Over time, when neither her emotional nor physical needs are satisfied, of course she’ll look for another man."

Lin Meng thought about it, and it seemed to make sense. Cheng Xiue, Pan Qiaolian, and Sun Shumei—weren’t they all relying on him so much because they couldn’t find satisfaction with their husbands?

Seeing Lin Meng fall silent, Sun Shumei smiled charmingly and breathed a puff of hot air into his ear. "Do you understand now? If you don’t hurry up and get your hands on that young wife, it’ll end up benefiting some other man.

"Just think about her figure and her face. If she were lying in bed being done by another man, wouldn’t your heart ache with jealousy?"

Lin Meng shuddered. Thinking of that scene, his body’s reaction grew even more intense. But there was still one thing he couldn’t figure out.

"Good sister, you’re tempting me to go after another woman. By doing this, don’t you feel jealous in your heart?"

Hearing this, Sun Shumei sat up straight on Lin Meng’s body, her beautiful eyes gazing at him affectionately. "I’m not a little girl anymore. Even though you dote on me, it’s impossible for me to become your true woman. Only by coaxing you and keeping you happy will you keep me in your heart.

"On the contrary, if I didn’t say these things, and one day that young wife Zhang Xinyue runs off with another man, you would definitely regret it, get angry, and think about it for the rest of your life.

"After all, you men have a very strong sense of possessiveness. No matter how many women you have, the one that leaves the deepest impression is always the one you couldn’t get...

"I don’t want you to be thinking about another woman in your heart when you’re doing this kind of thing with me in the future."