"That girl... why is she rushing inside like that?" Secretary Song glanced at his daughter with a puzzled expression.
Su Chen knew exactly what had happened, but he dared not reveal it. Could he possibly tell Secretary Song that he had not only played with his daughter’s breasts outside but had also pulled up her clothes to taste her bare breasts? If Secretary Song found out, he would surely turn against him imdiately!
While Secretary Song might tolerate early romance, he would never accept his daughter being taken advantage.
"It’s nothing, Uncle Song," Su Chen said, feigning innocence. "She’s probably just embarrassed. I... I really like Xue’er, so...!" He had gotten away with his actions, but he knew he should at least tell her father.
Song Pengcheng gave Su Chen a aningful look, then smiled faintly. "Uncle Song was young once too. I don’t object to you two dating, but you need to be careful about how you go about it!"
He was giving Su Chen a preemptive warning. He knew all too well how reckless young people could be these days, getting into trouble at such a young age. He didn’t want his daughter to be corrupted by Su Chen so early!
Su Chen chuckled awkwardly. "Of course not, Uncle Song! I’ve taken your teachings to heart. Xue’er is so lovely; she deserves to be cherished! Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of scumbag!"
Su Chen wasn’t in a rush to "devour" Xue’er, but he was even more of a scumbag than that—he was constantly scheming to "devour" her mother instead!
"Where’s Aunt Lin? I haven’t seen her," Su Chen said, changing the subject. After all, discussing whether he was allowed to "devour" soone’s daughter with her father would be incredibly awkward.
Song Pengcheng, equally reluctant to dwell on the topic, followed Su Chen’s lead. "She’s in the kitchen."
"Oh, I’ll go check on her then. I’m actually quite hungry; it’s getting late. I’ll see what Aunt Lin is cooking!" The thought of Lin Shufen, that ripe woman, stirred sothing in Su Chen’s heart. Her gentle, feminine charm was a stark contrast to Qin Keqing’s sophisticated beauty, making Su Chen’s resolve waver.
Secretary Song never imagined anything could happen between Su Chen and his wife, so he didn’t pay much attention. He nodded and even encouraged him, "Go ahead. Co by often and keep Aunt Lin company. I’m usually busy, and she gets bored at ho alone. Your visits will be good for Xue’er too!"
Secretary Song’s words filled Su Chen with a strange feeling. Is he encouraging to seduce his own wife? he thought. If things like yesterday happen even when I rarely visit, what will happen if I co here often? In a few days, I’ll probably have explored every inch of Aunt Lin’s body. Don’t bla when you find out!
Su Chen kept these thoughts to himself, not daring to show any reaction. He stood up and headed toward the kitchen, his heart pounding at the thought of the woman inside. Aunt Lin’s husband is ho, but if I flirt with her in the kitchen, it would be incredibly thrilling, wouldn’t it? The more he thought about it, the more excited he beca, quickening his pace toward the kitchen.
Su Chen entered the kitchen, his heart racing with anticipation.
Images of Aunt Lin—Lin Shufen—kept flashing through his mind: her full-figured, voluptuous body radiating a seductive allure that made his blood boil.
The first thing Su Chen saw upon entering the kitchen was the beautiful woman dressed in simple, elegant ho clothes. Her hair was pulled back, accentuating her dignified appearance.
Lin Shufen, busy chopping vegetables, moved slightly, causing her breasts to sway gently. Her face was focused, and her slightly bent posture accentuated her plump, rounded butt—a voluptuousness only a mature, ripe woman could possess. Her toned legs looked smooth and alluring.
Although Su Chen had indulged in carnal pleasures with the seductive Qin Keqing all afternoon, which had sowhat diminished his desires, the sight of Lin Shufen still made his heart itch with longing.
"Aunt Lin, I’ve missed you so much!" Su Chen murmured softly as he approached her.
Startled by his sudden voice, Lin Shufen nearly cut herself with the kitchen knife.
"Careful!" Su Chen said, his eyes burning with lust as he reached out and grasped her hand holding the knife.
Lin Shufen tensed at his touch, instantly recalling the previous day when Su Chen had stripped her naked and pinned her down, playing with her body. This mory threw her into a panic. She had been uneasy since then, torn between her fear of opposing her daughter’s relationship with Su Chen and her own humiliating experience. She constantly worried he would continue to tornt her.
But what she feared most had co to pass—the little rascal had actually returned!
"Let go! What do you think you’re doing? Xue’s father is right outside!" Lin Shufen could only use her husband as a warning to Su Chen, hoping to quell her inner turmoil. She believed that with her husband at ho, Su Chen wouldn’t dare to act recklessly.
But she didn’t realize that her words only fueled Su Chen’s excitent. He began stroking Lin Shufen’s hand, his touch becoming more intimate.
The middle-aged woman’s hand was soft and smooth, captivating Su Chen completely.
"Aunt Lin, Uncle Song is in the living room. He can’t see us. Don’t be afraid. I’ve been missing you terribly all day. Let hold you, just for a mont?"
Su Chen gazed into Lin Shufen eyes, his gaze lingering on her neck and the deep cleavage visible beneath her blouse. He swallowed hard, thinking, I have to seize this opportunity. With her husband at ho, she’ll be even more afraid to make a scene. This way, I can properly toy with this mature beauty, gradually breaking down her defenses until she’s completely mine. Imagine the scene when Aunt Lin and Xue’er, mother and daughter, both serve —it’ll be utterly intoxicating.
"Chen, no! I’m your aunt! I’m almost forty years old. How can you harbor such thoughts about a woman my age? Besides, Uncle Song is here. If he finds out, Aunt Lin will be ruined! Xue likes you. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you two ended up together? How can you do this to her?"
Lin Shufen felt a strange unease under the burning gaze of the eighteen-year-old boy before her. His eyes lingered on her breasts as if he wanted to strip her bare, making Lin Shufen’s heart race with anxiety. She desperately wanted to dissuade Su Chen from his intentions and escape this situation of betraying her husband and potentially sharing him with her own daughter.
"Aunt Lin, what are you afraid of? Uncle Song won’t find out if we keep our voices down. I do like Xue—I want a pure and delicate girl like Xue’er. But I want you even more, Aunt Lin, a beautiful and alluring woman like you. If you’re truly uneasy and insist I choose, I’ll give up Xue’er, as long as I can have you!"
"Ah, no! Xue would be devastated!" Lin Shufen gasped, her face paling. She knew her daughter too well; rejection from Su Chen would crush her, perhaps even ruin her life.
Watching Lin Shufen’s panic, Su Chen smirked inwardly. How could he ever give up Song Xue? Collecting such tender girl brought him imnse satisfaction. Besides, he genuinely adored Song Xue—satisfying both his affection and his collector’s desire. Slowly savoring her was killing two birds with one stone!
He said this to intimidate Lin Shufen, hoping to force her into submission. Su Chen knew exactly how to exploit Lin Shufen’s submissive nature, a typical trait of mothers who endure hardship without complaint. He had countless ways to gradually dismantle her defenses and slowly drown her in her own desires.
"You don’t have to give up Xue’er, Aunt Lin, but you can’t refuse either. Just let satisfy myself a little. Besides, Aunt Lin, I truly care for you. Uncle Song is always so busy and can’t keep you company. You must be so lonely. From now on, I’ll take good care of you for him!"
Lin Shufen’s body trembled slightly, her heart racing. "Chen, what do you want from ?"
A bitter taste filled Lin Shufen’s mouth. She knew Su Chen had her cornered, and she felt trapped by her fate to be violated by him. Thinking of her daughter and the events of yesterday, she feared Xue’er’s pain and dreaded her husband finding out.
Either way, she couldn’t resist Su Chen. Moreover, he had struck a nerve. Her husband was always busy, rarely spending ti with her. It had been so long since they’d been intimate—how long exactly? Six months? Six years?
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