"You’ve turned the whole Yang Family upside down, I really underestimated you..." Wang Sheng wasn’t annoyed but instead chuckled, "You’re quite ruthless too."
Widow Lv’s eyebrows twitched slightly: "Then why don’t you stay away from me? Just in case..."
But Wang Sheng, with a sneer, ripped off the undergarments from Widow Lv’s body: "I’m not afraid at all, I’d rather be troubled by you..." he said as he tossed his own clothes onto the bed. "These past days I’ve been worried about your lonely nights... Whenever I could, I hurried over. See, you haven’t even slept yet, have you?"
"Heh..." Widow Lv gave Wang Sheng a sidelong glance, "Aren’t you afraid of that tigress at home?" She herself hadn’t been able to sleep for several days.
"She wouldn’t dare to nag..." Wang Sheng reached for her panties, "If she dares to make a peep, she’d get slapped across the face..."
"And if I refused you, would you slap me too?"
"How could I bear to do that?" Wang Sheng chuckled, "Besides, would you really bear to reject me?"
Widow Lv knew she couldn’t refuse tonight, so she simply hooked her arms around his neck: "I couldn’t bear to..."
"You saucy wench, at your age, yet your body is still so supple..." Wang Sheng caressed her body a few times before he urgently thrust inside, "No wonder my deadbeat son also has his mind on you..."
"Giggle..." Widow Lv laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist, "Then should you and your son come try it together someday? I’ve never been with such a young man..."
"You wanton woman..." Wang Sheng suddenly started thrusting with ferocity.
Widow Lv immediately let out a piercing scream, and the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of intense slapping and gasping.
Meanwhile, a shadow scaled the courtyard wall and came in, standing at the doorway listening to the escalating moans from the room, the hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist.
Just as one wave of passion had subsided and the next had not yet begun, the two inside began to chat again.
"How is it? How do I compare to Yang Laosi and Yang Laoer?" Wang Sheng asked, panting as he lay on Widow Lv’s belly.
"How could they compare to you?" Widow Lv said with seductive eyes, "Yang Laoer is just so-so, and as for Yang Laosi, honestly, if not for his good looks, I wouldn’t have the patience to sleep with him. It always takes so long for him to get hard, and he softens after just a few strokes, always leaving me frustrated, yet I have to pretend I’m enjoying it... No wonder he can’t father a son..."
"Hahaha..." Wang Sheng burst into laughter.
"It’s true, unlike you..." Widow Lv shifted her body, "Look, you’re still like a rod. To tell the truth, I like men like you..."
"Men also like saucy women like you..." Wang Sheng was pleased and began the second round of attack.
But the man outside had already turned ghastly pale; he was none other than the incapable Yang Baifu. After he left home, he was eager to see Widow Lv but was too ashamed to show up in broad daylight, so he hid away in the nearby Linzi woods, where he fell asleep. He woke in the late night and promptly scaled the wall into Widow Lv’s courtyard, only to find...
Widow Lv’s words just now had struck at Yang Laosi’s heart, and the sounds continually emanating from the room only added to his torment. Suddenly, a surge of rage rushed to his head. He turned, went to the kitchen to grab a cleaver, then kicked open the room door, and without hesitation, he rushed in and hacked at the two who were in the midst of their movement on the bed...