This arc contains (possible) inc*st (father & son), office s*x, gang-r*pe, and extremely explicit bed scenes.
Manager Wen was 43 years old, 174cm tall, generally amiable, wore slightly old-fashioned glasses, had a well-maintained body, and went to gym twice a week. His wife died a few years ago and had not remarried yet.
There were also some widowed female colleagues who were interested in Wen Lei. After all, at that age, only a handful of men had thick hair and no beer belly. Moreover, Manager Wen was good-tempered and could cook. Heâs also a small department manager. In general, he was an ideal husband material.
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However, Wen Lei only smiled every time at the people introduced to him in the company, claiming that his qualifications were not good. He didnât want to waste othersâ time. If Wen Lei met someone more insistent, saying that they didnât dislike him, Wen Lei would avoid them.
âXiao1 Gao, take this document to the Provincial Government Office this afternoon and have it stampedâŠâ
âOkay, Manager Wen.â
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No matter how much skin-to-skin and intimate contact he had with his son, when he touched his meat stick again, Wen Lei still blushed with shame.
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When his son was in high school, his wife had a clandestine love affair with her lover and went on a date. During their intercourse, the car shook so intensely and caused a car accident. This resulted in them dying like a pair of mandarin ducks.2
His late wife had always thought he was too gentle and unmanly and had been cheating on him since the second year of their marriage. Wen Lei endured it, even when his son began to grow and there were people who said that he was not his own, and that his wife had him outside with an unknown man.
Wen Lei didnât listen to the gossip outside and regarded his son Chengzu as his, even though he increasingly grew less like him. He was taller than him when he was in high school.
After his wifeâs funeral, Wen Lei was exhausted but still had feelings for that wife, although she had no feelings for him. He silently laughed at himself in ridicule. He sat alone on the roof for half a night. When he came home late at night, his son sat in the living room and waited for him the whole time.
âChengzuâŠâ
Seeing his sonâs figure hidden in the darkness, Wen Lei went up and hugged his son, telling him not to be sad. His mother was gone, but he would make up for it with his wifeâs share of love to him.
In the darkness, however, his son said that he didnât remember much about that woman and that it was better now that she was dead. Every time the woman came home, she would make a scene, take the money, and leave. Ever since he was young, Wen Chengzu hated the woman who was nominally his mother.
Hearing his sonâs words, Wen Lei was shocked in secret, âChengzuâŠâ
âDad.â
His son pulled him away from his shoulders. The way he was holding his son now, it was more like his son was holding him.
âDadâŠâ
The slight moonlight filtering through the balcony reflected the gaze of his son that made Wen Lei a little afraid.
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âDadâŠâ
His son, who was already stronger than him that year, suddenly kissed him, captured his lips, and threw him to the ground with an aggressiveness that Wen Lei had never seen before. While tearing off his shirt and kicking off his leather shoes, he unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants along with his underwear below his knees.
As if possessed by a demon, he kept saying, âDad is finally mine, that nasty woman is finally deadâŠâ as he pounced on him and kissed him.
In the living room late at night, Wen Lei, who was 39 years old, pushed his son away from him and asked him what was wrong. However, his son pounced on him again regardless, tore Wen Leiâs shirt, and kissed him hard once againâŠ
Like a long-starved wolf cub, he tore off Wen Leiâs striped shirt and knocked off Wen Leiâs glasses amidst his terrified cries.
âDad, you look better without glasses. Thereâs seductionâŠâ
âChengzu, youâre crazy⊠Oh!âŠâ
âDadâs the one whoâs crazy! That woman fools around with other men every day, so why doesnât Dad divorce that woman!âŠâ
In the confrontation with Wen Lei, his son, who was only in high school, roared and cried, thinking of the womanâs indifference to them, father and son, over the years. Where was the motherâs love? That woman was his childhood nightmare. He had long looked forward to that womanâs early death. Now that he got his wish, he wasnât sad, not sad at allâŠ
That night, Wen Lei went to bed with his disheveled son whose eyes were red from crying. He didnât realize that when he was a child, he didnât notice his sonâs feelings. What happened was just a momentary loss of control.
Holding his son who was already taller than him, and with traces of him being forcefully kissed just now, he coaxed him to sleep. His son hugged him and lay on his body like a child. However, with his sonâs stature and position, Wen Lei patted his sonâs back as his fair cheeks turned red. The force of his sonâs pounce on him a moment agoâŠ
âDadâŠâ
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The son was on top of him, crying and kissing him. Seeing his sonâs sadness, Wen Lei, who had recently abandoned himself a little, couldnât bear to reject his son, considering it as compensation for not giving his son enough love when he was a child.
As a result, that night, his son took off his shirt and pants. With a pair of dark blue socks on his feet and his striped shirt hanging behind him, Wen Lei had been prepared by his son; lubricant was applied to his rear pit, and finally, his son penetrated his body.
That night, Wen Lei hugged his sonâs back and bit his thin lip to keep himself from uttering flattering moans, lest the neighbors hear about their father-son affair. His body trembled, sweating all night. His soft short hair was wet and clung to his forehead. The corners of his eyes were also flushed. After taking off the glasses that he usually used to hide his alluring charm, his son looked at him with a fire in his eyes.
Under the aggressive gaze of his son, Wen Lei was fvcked until he couldnât bear it. He silently closed his captivating eyes, his brows tightened, and uttered soft groans while underneath his sonâs bodyâŠ
That low and hoarse panting voice with a masculine tone made Wen Lei himself blush. He may be a natural-born whore as even his son couldnât resist desiring to fvck him.
He wrapped his arms around his sonâs hot and sweaty neck. He closed his eyes and chose to not think of anything while his son sprinted in his body! The immense and hot member drilling in his intestines was his own sonâsâŠ
Shaking his head full of sweat, he suddenly straightened up, his dazed eyes abruptly opened. His feet, still in their dark blue cotton socks, were sweating so much that the socks were sticking to them, and his toes curled. The soreness in his meat stick was at its limit.
âAhâ ah, ahâ⊠Ha, ahâ!âŠâ
Wen Lei tightly bit his thin lower lip and clenched the damp sheets. His son seemed to have ejacvlated internally within his insides.
The young boy, who had never eaten such an irresistible body, thrust in and persisted to move for a short while. Before long, he shot out spurts of hot sem*n in his intestines.
Wen Lei shuddered at the heat of his sonâs yang essence and gasped for air.