“I’ve endured him for five years. He’s beaten me for five years, called me a slut for five years. Today, I’ve truly had an epiphany. Since he calls me a slut, then I’ll be a slut for him to see!”
“Since he wants to call his friends to humiliate me, I might as well let you have your way with me!” Jiang Xue’s beautiful, enchanting eyes fixed intently on Zhao Ran as she slowly said, “I want… I want you… Xiao Ran, I want you to play with me right in front of this worthless man!”
What?!
Zhao Ran felt as if struck by lightning, his entire body stiffening. Jiang Xue—what did Jiang Xue just say?!
She wanted him to do it with her… right in front of her husband…
As Jiang Xue spoke these shameless, brazen words, it seemed as if she had mustered every ounce of her courage. She lifted her head to look at Zhao Ran; her usually light and delicate eyebrows now seemed to carry an expression of unattainable desire and intense yearning.
Her eyes were moist, as if dampened by mist. Two immense peaks, unable to bear the weight of so much grief and excitement, heaved up and down. The charming young matron’s flushed cheeks had turned pale, devoid of color.
How could she not know what she was saying? What she wanted…
She was begging Zhao Ran to accompany her in seeking the ultimate pleasure of life. And, most audaciously, she wanted to do the most indescribable things with Zhao Ran right in front of her husband, who was drunk and dead to the world like a pig.
Zhao Ran was stunned, completely dumbfounded. The thrill in his heart erupted like a volcano, bringing an almost uncontrollable surge of excitement. Just think—doing that kind of thing with a beauty like Jiang Xue was enough to make any normal man lose control. And to do it right here, on her bed, in a situation where her husband could open his eyes and see at any moment—it completely paralyzed Zhao Ran where he stood.
Zhao Ran wanted it too. He wanted to push Jiang down forcefully, press down on her heavily, and make her understand how blissful it felt to be a woman. But doing that kind of thing was simple enough; what complicated it was the sound of her husband’s snoring coming from the phone nearby… This scenario was driving Zhao Ran to the brink of explosion.
Jiang Xue’s delicate shoulders were bathed in the dim moonlight. Her lustrous, dark wavy hair cascaded down her crystal-jade-like beautiful back, yet the still-unhealed welts from belt lashes were unbearably heartbreaking.
The creamy hue of her skin contrasted exquisitely with her captivating, dark allure, creating a vision of breathtaking elegance. The curves extended downward to form a peach-like, perfectly shaped bottom.
Her silk nightgown, faintly visible, only served to ignite the imagination further. Zhao Ran could even make out the shape of those two trembling, firm, and perfectly rounded snowy peaks. The sight made his blood boil, and he desperately wanted to reach out and grasp them.
“Little brother… you… won’t you help your sister?” Jiang Xue asked softly, seeing that Zhao Ran remained silent.
“N-no… it’s not that… Of course I want to keep you company, sister. Someone as beautiful as you… I… I just think doing this in front of your husband…” Zhao Ran stammered, swallowing hard as he hurriedly replied.
“I’m not some tender young girl anymore. I’ve grown old. I’m already thirty-three this year…” Jiang Xue couldn’t help but embrace Zhao Ran, resting her head on his shoulder as she spoke with a tinge of sorrow.
“You’re not old, not old at all, Sister Xue. To me, you’re a fairy maiden.” Zhao Ran’s breathing grew rapid. His hand gently rested on Jiang Xue’s slender waist, which lacked even a hint of excess flesh. Through the silk nightgown, he could feel the coolness of her skin, making his heart feel as if gripped by an invisible hand, leaving him breathless.