20demayo Chapter 61
Chapter 61
The night in the private cinema can be described as extremely enjoyable.
Ji Sang was pleasured to the point where she couldn’t resist and almost agreed to all of Wen Jian’s demands. For example, wearing that skimpy lingerie and giving him oral pleasure.
The lingerie was a black lace fabric, with only the center points covering the breasts, and the thin straps of the thong nestled in the groove of her buttocks. While she pleasured Wen Jian orally, her little bottom was supported against the man’s face, and his fingers wickedly pulled and tugged at the straps, grinding them between the narrow seam in the middle. Her tender pussy was soon moistened from the intense friction, and the thong became soaked, as he opened his mouth to suck on the honey that continuously flowed from her entrance.
“Mmm... Mmm...” Her mouth was stuffed to the brim, and all she could emit were muffled moans.
This 69 position itself was both shameful and exciting, and coupled with the simultaneous display of this position in the video, every nerve ending in her body was aroused. Various indescribable pleasures circulated throughout her entire being. When the man’s large tongue lightly entered her entrance, she shivered and convulsed in ecstasy, and her body released a gush of juices...
Wen Jian was also about to explode with pleasure.
Her throat was so soft that every thrust made it involuntarily contract, tightly squeezing his glans and causing him to gasp for breath. He continued to lick her even more passionately.
Her moans became more intense, and her soft cries aroused his sexual desire even further. The size of the object in his mouth increased, as he positioned her body, flipping her over so that she was sitting on top of him. With his fingers supporting her wet and slippery shaft, he guided it directly into her pulsating entrance.
Ji Sang’s waist collapsed from the intense penetration, and her body became weak. She couldn’t even sit up straight. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the man’s muscular chest, and her erect nipples inadvertently rubbed against it, causing a deep and intense pleasure that made her scream throughout the whole experience.
“Ah... Ah... So deep... Ah... Wen Jian... Ah... Mmm... Slow down...”
Wen Jian held onto her slender waist, forcefully thrusting upward. With each thrust, his massive glans penetrated her deepest depths. Ji Sang’s petite body moved up and down against his chest, but when he thrust too forcefully, she tried to escape by pushing herself up with both hands gripping his broad shoulders. However, he pressed her down firmly. He continued to thrust relentlessly for dozens of times, making her feel as if she were about to fly up to the ceiling. The accumulating pleasure climbed higher and higher until, with one deep thrust, her entire being reached the pinnacle...
Her soul seemed to float in the air, and her mind went blank for about half a minute. Tears of ecstasy slowly streamed down the corners of her eyes...
The man, deeply intoxicated by her passionate state, firmly grasped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. His hand squeezed her waist, ignoring her squirting, and with ferocity, he continued to move inside her dozens of times before finally pulling out and ejaculating on her lower abdomen...
The force of the ejaculation was intense.
Some of it landed on her breasts.
The appearance was both debauched and erotic...
The video continued playing for a full five hours. One segment included a scene with one woman and five men, but Wen Jian skipped past it. The two of them spent over three hours together. When they emerged from the private theater, it was nearly 1 a.m., and Ji Sang was so exhausted she couldn’t even lift a finger. Wen Jian wrapped her in his coat and carried her to the passenger seat.
Just before Ji Sang drifted off to sleep, she remembered that she needed to return to her own apartment for the night. Her mother was coming from City A to visit her in the morning, as it was the weekend.
In the darkness, Wen Jian’s eyes gleamed, like a satisfied wolf. He reached out and gently rubbed her head, replying, “Alright.”
Ji Sang thought that Wen Jian’s ‘alright’ meant he would take her home.
After lying down on the bed, she fell asleep while hugging the blanket, completely unaware that the man had casually showered and then climbed into her bed.
A warmth emanated from the bed, and she felt a sense of coziness. Her slender legs naturally found their place between the man’s legs as she nestled her head into a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep.
Wen Jian’s heart burned, as if filled with something. He wrapped his arm around her, planted a kiss on her forehead, and contentedly fell asleep.
...
Wen Zhiyu went out drinking with friends and got completely drunk, causing a commotion when he returned home, alarming his parents.
Wen Zhiyu’s mother supported him, concerned, and asked, “What happened? Zhiyu, tell Mom, why did you drink so much?”
Wen Zhiyu’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his mother and suddenly burst into tears.
This grown man was actually crying, which meant he must have been bullied outside.
Wen Zhiyu’s father also felt uneasy and furrowed his brow. “Zhiyu, what happened?”
Having consumed a lot of alcohol, Wen Zhiyu struggled to organize his thoughts. After a long pause, he finally spoke, “Mom... Dad... Brother... Brother stole my girlfriend! My ex-girlfriend... became... became my sister-in-law. Brother... he’s humiliating me!”
Wen Zhiyu’s mother and father were stunned.
Wen Zhiyu’s father frowned and said, “Zhiyu, I think you’ve had too much to drink. Your brother has always accommodated you in everything since you were little. How could he possibly steal your girlfriend?”
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhiyu went into a fit of drunken rage. “Dad! Dad! You don’t believe me!”
He then looked at Wen Zhiyu’s mother, his expression filled with helplessness.
“Mom! It’s true! You... you believe me! My brother... he really stole my girlfriend, and she’s a college professor...”
Seeing her youngest son in such a state, Wen Zhiyu’s mother’s heart shattered. She quickly nodded and said, “Yes, yes, Mom believes you. Now go to your room first. Mom will talk to Wen Jian.”
Wen Zhiyu, fueled by the alcohol, continued to make a scene until late into the night. He kept tossing and turning, lamenting how untrustworthy Wen Jian was, how he had stolen his woman...
After comforting Wen Zhiyu, Wen’s mother glared at Wen’s father. “Wen Jian is our adopted child. What right does he have to compete with Zhiyu? You must support our son in this!”
Wen’s father hesitated and looked at Wen’s mother.
Wen’s mother, seeing that Wen’s father didn’t immediately agree, raised her hand and slapped his chest forcefully. “Wen Jianguo, what do you mean? Are you siding with an outsider against your own son? Have you forgotten how difficult it was for us to conceive Zhiyu? Zhiyu is our precious treasure!”
Wen’s father let out a deep sigh. “Madam Wen, Wen Jian is still someone we raised. We have been favoring Zhiyu all these years. I think we should talk to Wen Jian before making any decisions. After all, she is a girl, not an object. How could Wen Jian just casually snatch her away?”
Wen’s mother became unhappy upon hearing this and forcefully pushed Wen’s father. She argued unreasonably, “I don’t care! Wen Jian is someone we raised. He is the elder brother, and Zhiyu is the younger brother. He should protect Zhiyu just like us!”
Seeing Wen’s mother getting angry, Wen’s father reluctantly said, “Fine, fine. We’ll call Wen Jian home tomorrow, and I’ll have a serious discussion with the head office, okay?!”
Wen Jian and Wen Zhiyu had an age difference of eight years. Wen Zhiyu was twenty-one years old, while Wen Jian was twenty-nine. After Wen’s father and mother got married, they struggled to conceive. After undergoing medical examinations and finding no health issues, they decided to adopt a child first as a temporary solution. They were told that having a child might facilitate their chances of conceiving another one. So, Wen’s father and mother went to an orphanage and adopted six-year-old Wen Jian.
Wen Jian glanced back at Mrs. Ji’s gaze, feeling obligated to answer the call, so he pressed the answer button on the screen.
The voice of Ji Sang’s inquiry came through, “Why didn’t you call me?”
Wen Jian whispered, “I wanted you to sleep a little longer.”
“Ah...shut up,” Ji Sang lowered her voice anxiously, “Is my mom right next to you? Speak a little quieter. And it was your fault last night, making me so tired!”
“Um...my back hurts.”
Wen Jian pursed his lips slightly, sensing a change in the atmosphere inside the car. He glanced at the rearview mirror with his narrow eyes and saw Mrs. Ji looking at him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.
“Sang Sang...” he wanted to remind her.
“Well, I won’t talk anymore. You go first, I’ll talk to my mom.”
Wen Jian had planned to go back anyway, so he followed her lead and said, “Okay, I’ll take Auntie to the elevator and then leave. Should I call you later tonight?”
Before he could finish, Ji Sang yelled, “No! Don’t call! Let’s not meet for the next couple of days.”
“Why?”
“Why? Think about it yourself. Hang up.”
After saying that, without waiting for Wen Jian’s response, a burst of static came through the phone.
Wen Jian: “...”
The compartment fell silent for a full half minute, and then Mrs. Ji remembered to open the door.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Jian quickly got off the car to help her with the luggage.
Mrs. Ji had a good first impression of Wen Jian, and after hearing some of the conversation on the phone, she knew that they were young people... more open-minded. However, as a mother, she understood Ji Sang’s personality very well. She wouldn’t easily entrust herself to a man she didn’t consider a lifelong partner.
Mrs. Ji turned to Wen Jian and said, “Wen Jian, don’t listen to Sang Sang. Come over for dinner when you’re free in the evening. Auntie will cook her specialty dish for you.”
Wen Jian was completely caught off guard by Mrs. Ji’s words and nodded happily, “Okay, thank you, Auntie.”
They chatted for a while, and Wen Jian left after the elevator doors closed.
His phone in his pocket rang again, and he looked at the caller ID. This time it was Wen’s mother.
A coldness crept into Wen Jian’s warm eyes and brows.
Wen’s mother wouldn’t call him unless something was wrong.
Wen Jian didn’t answer the call. He got in his car, turned on the indicator lights, and drove towards the Wen family’s house.
The last time he set foot in that house was during last year’s Chinese New Year.
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After Wen Jian arrived home, he immediately sensed the heavy atmosphere in the house.
Wen’s father and mother were sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Wen Zhiyu was drinking from a glass and paused when he saw Wen Jian striding in, giving him a provocative look.
Wen Jian ignored him and walked past him directly, coming in front of Wen’s father and mother. He sat across from them and respectfully greeted them, “Dad, Mom.”
Without saying a word, Wen’s mother splashed the water from the coffee table onto Wen Jian’s face.
The scalding hot water instantly turned Wen Jian’s facial skin red.
Wen’s father exclaimed, “Oh, what are you doing? Can’t we talk things out peacefully?”
Wen’s mother glared at Wen Jian. “Wen Jian, tell me, did you steal Zhiyu’s girlfriend? How could you commit such an outrageous act?”
Wen Jian had a rough idea of what this was about on his way home, and upon hearing it, he confirmed his suspicion.
He wiped his face with his hand, stood up, and coldly looked at Wen Zhiyu with his deep and piercing eyes. “Wen Zhiyu, is this what you’ve been telling Mom and Dad?”
Wen Zhiyu was usually somewhat afraid of his older brother.
Wen Jian was incredibly composed. Despite being raised by the same parents, he happened to have wealth and power. It was unclear how he managed to do it without the help of his parents, but he had successfully established JS Paper Company. Perhaps due to his extensive business experience, just standing there alone gave off an intangible sense of oppression, making people dare not meet his eyes, as if his gaze could penetrate everything.
However, today Wen Zhiyu, taking advantage of their parents’ presence, became somewhat reckless and countered, “Isn’t it?”
A faint snort escaped from Wen Jian’s throat. “Sang Sang got together with me after breaking up with you, Wen Zhiyu. You should know better than anyone whether I ‘stole’ her!”
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhiyu looked at Wen’s mother, seeking help, and urgently said, “Mom! I knew Brother wouldn’t admit it!”
Wen’s mother also stood up from the sofa. “Wen Jian, you have no shame! Zhiyu was the one who got together with Ji Sang first. How dare you interfere? Listen to your mother, you must cut off all contact with that Teacher Ji!”
Wen Jian couldn’t help but burst into laughter at their words. His obsidian-like black eyes stared directly at Wen Zhiyu as he spoke frankly, “Wen Zhiyu, from childhood till now, I can give you anything, but today, she is off-limits!”
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