Chapter 91: That Sounded Quite Nice

After hearing Zhou Mengqing out, Lin Meng finally understood the bold statement she had just made. Zhou Mengqing had only ever loved one man, and he was the only one who had ever made her experience a woman’s pleasure. Because of this, even though the two had broken up, she couldn’t forget the taste he brought her. She clearly hated the man, yet she missed the pleasure he gave her. This kind of complex emotion would be a tremendous torment for anyone. So, Zhou Mengqing set her sights on him. If he could bring her a more intense pleasure, he could definitely replace that ex-boyfriend completely.

Figuring all this out, Lin Meng’s heart raced with excitement. Not only was Zhou Mengqing young and beautiful, but her figure was also top-grade, radiating a strong feminine charm. Lin Meng had lost count of how many times he had fantasized about this older sister figure from his childhood. Now that she was actively seeking pleasure from him, he’d have to be crazy to refuse!

"Xiaomeng, when you and Qiaolian do that kind of thing, I doubt it’s because you like each other that much. It’s more about lusting after each other’s bodies.

"So, doing this with you, I don’t have any psychological burden, but I can’t say the same for you.

"I’ve said everything I wanted to say. If you agree, then follow me inside."

Zhou Mengqing exhaled a fragrant breath. With a provocative gleam in her beautiful eyes, she released Lin Meng’s hand, turned around, and walked into the house.

Lin Meng’s heart went THUMP THUMP THUMP with excitement. Looking at Zhou Mengqing’s alluring back, he followed her inside without hesitation. Soon, the two entered the bedroom one after the other. The dim yellow light seemed to exude an ambiguous atmosphere, making the temperature in the room rise higher and higher.

Zhou Mengqing stopped in her tracks. She turned around and looked at Lin Meng standing before her. The corners of her mouth curled into an enchanting smile, and her beautiful eyes flashed with fiery lust. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and said in a mock-exasperated tone, "Xiaomeng, you’re a man who’s done it with Qiaolian. She knows much more than I do. Do you still need me to teach you in this situation?"

Lin Meng was only stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant. The next second, he cupped Zhou Mengqing’s glamorous face and kissed her tender pink lips.

"Mmph..." Zhou Mengqing let out a soft moan. Under Lin Meng’s fiery masculine scent, her delicate body instantly went soft. She cooperatively slipped her fragrant tongue out, intertwining it with his.

The sweet taste of their saliva made them reluctant to part for a long time. It wasn’t until she could barely breathe that Zhou Mengqing had to push Lin Meng away. At this moment, her face was covered in an enchanting blush, and her eyes were hazy. She reached out, took off her dress, and revealed her snow-white body along with her black bra underneath.

"Xiaomeng, keep going," she urged in a sultry voice.

Lin Meng’s breathing was heavy. Without standing on ceremony, he pushed her down onto the bed, pushed up her black bra, and lowered his head to take her snow-white peaks into his mouth.

"Ah... Xiaomeng, you’re so good at this.

"This is exactly the feeling... I haven’t experienced it in a long time.

"The taste of a man is truly wonderful."

Biting her red lip, Zhou Mengqing held Lin Meng’s head, her expression showing the utmost enjoyment. And the soul-stirring soft pants escaping her mouth completely ignited the flames in Lin Meng’s heart. With red eyes, he ran one hand down her smooth, tender waist, wandering to the base of her thighs, and finally landed on that plump jade mound.

However, the sensation transmitted from his hand made Lin Meng’s body stiffen, and he froze right there. He could clearly feel that inside those panties, there was a thick, soft pad. He didn’t even need to think to know what it was—it had to be a sanitary pad, meaning her Aunt Flo had visited.

The fire in Lin Meng instantly died down by half. He pulled away from her soft snowy peaks. "Sister Mengqing, you..."

Zhou Mengqing slowly sat up and smiled playfully. "Xiaomeng, are you very disappointed?"

"You could say that." Lin Meng curled his lips, not hiding it.

Zhou Mengqing’s slender hand gently stroked Lin Meng’s cheek. "You... are still too naive.

"Since I had such thoughts and already knew your secret, why wouldn’t I take the initiative to find you? Did you think it was simply because I was shy?"

Lin Meng instantly figured it out. "Sister Mengqing, do you mean you originally wanted to come to me and make this request, but you didn’t because your Aunt Flo was visiting?"

Zhou Mengqing nodded gently. "Exactly. And I didn’t expect you to be so responsible as to come looking for me yourself."

Alright then! Lin Meng’s face turned bitter. It seemed that he had been overthinking this from the very beginning. Even if he hadn’t come over, Zhou Mengqing’s actions wouldn’t have changed.

"Sister Mengqing, you clearly can’t do that kind of thing right now, yet you still did all that with me just now. You’re torturing me on purpose, aren’t you?" Lin Meng couldn’t help but complain.

"Oh~" Zhou Mengqing dragged out a long tone, saying in mock-anger, "So by your logic, you were the one who suffered a loss just now?"

Lin Meng shuddered, realizing he had said the wrong thing. He hastily said, "Sister Mengqing, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just holding it in so much that it’s uncomfortable, so I spoke without thinking."

Seeing Lin Meng looking like he was about to cry, Zhou Mengqing finally couldn’t hold back her laughter. Her gaze landed on that terrifying bulge. "Take off your pants."

Hmm? Lin Meng thought of a possibility, his eyes lighting up as he reached out and stripped off his pants.

Zhou Mengqing’s pupils trembled slightly. Looking at that imposing thing, a rush of heat surged through her body. Seeing it up close, she finally realized that Lin Meng’s thing was much bigger than what she had secretly seen through the crack in the door that night.

"Xiaomeng, when did you get this big?

"I remember when we were kids and played together, when you peed, you were just about the same as normal boys."

As Zhou Mengqing marveled, a delicate hand had already irresistibly grasped it gently, playing with it out of curiosity.

"I’m not sure either. Anyway, by the time I knew what this thing was used for, it was already this big." A hint of pride appeared on Lin Meng’s face.

"You rascal, you’ll be quite blessed in the future." The expression on Zhou Mengqing’s face grew increasingly infatuated; she was completely captivated by Lin Meng’s manhood. Especially the masculine scent radiating from it. It was simply like magic. It was clearly so ugly, yet it aroused her instinctual desire and affection.

Licking her red lips, Zhou Mengqing parted her cherry lips and slowly leaned over.

Lin Meng held his breath, ready to enjoy that soul-stirring, wet heat. But suddenly, Zhou Mengqing stopped and smiled playfully. "Xiaomeng, are you holding back so much that it hurts? Do you want me to help you with my mouth?"

Lin Meng’s face flushed beet red, and he looked like he was about to cry. "Yes! Sister Mengqing, please don’t torture me anymore!"

"Then call me ’good sister.’ If you say it nicely, I’ll help you." Zhou Mengqing shot him a flirtatious wink.

Lin Meng didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He pitched his voice high and cried out, "Good sister, I’m begging you, please help your little brother out!"

"Tsk, tsk, that sounded quite nice.

"For the sake of that ’good sister,’ I’ll let you feel good for a bit."

Zhou Mengqing gave a charming smile, no longer teasing him. She gathered her hair back, lowered her head, and directly took him into her mouth, sucking with a face full of intoxication and sheer enjoyment...