She was so tight.
The first inch was resistance, her muscles fighting me, her inner walls squeezing hard. I had to pause, breathe, let her adjust. Yue Ran gasped and grabbed my forearms.
"Slow~" she breathed. "Slow."
I obeyed. Slow, careful, patient. Inch by inch. The tightness swallowed me up, her soft wet walls clinging to every centimeter of me—and with only eight to give, she felt full. Not stretched. Not split open. Just… completely, perfectly filled. Like I had been made to fit her.
By the time I was all the way in, her hips had lifted to meet me. Her breathing was shallow. Her inner muscles fluttered.
"All of it?" she whispered.
"All of it."
She let out a long, shaky breath. And for a moment, we just stayed like that—joined, still, her body wrapped around mine.
Then she moved her hips.
"Move," she said.
I moved.
The first thrust made her cry out.
The second made her clutch the sheets.
By the third, she had stopped holding back.
Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her heels dug into my back. Her wetness poured out of her, easing every stroke, and the small, tight little passage of her body gripped and released me in a rhythm that drove me half mad. Eight centimeters deep, and every single one of them felt like paradise.
"Ah~Yi Luo~ah~"
"Talkative tonight."
"Shut~ah~"
Her cool composure was gone. Completely. Her face was flushed red, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed. She was moaning freely now loud, unguarded, greedy and each sound went straight to my cock.
"Harder," she gasped.
"Say please."
"Yi Luo."
"Fine, fine."
I drove into her harder. Faster. Her small breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples stiff and red, her pale white skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Her belly tightened. Her toes curled against my back.
She was close. So close.
"Yi Luo~I'm~I'm going to~"
"Let go," I whispered. "Come for me, Yue Ran. Let me feel it."
And she did.
Her climax hit her like a wave.
Her whole body arched off the bed, back bowed, heels digging into my spine. A long, raw cry tore from her throat nothing like her usual cool murmur, nothing like the quiet woman who lived behind that cold face. This was the real her. Unguarded. Wild. Beautiful.
Her vagina clamped down around me in rhythmic pulses tight, tighter, impossibly tight squeezing and releasing, milking me with every spasm. Her wetness flooded out, coating my cock, dripping onto the sheets. Her body shook. Her nails raked my back.
And I helpless inside her, buried to the hilt in that warm, gripping little passage came right after her.
The first spurt, the second, the third short and quick, over almost as soon as it started. Eight centimeters gone soft in seconds, just like always. But it didn't matter. Not tonight. Tonight, Yue Ran had come apart around me, and that was worth everything.
I collapsed onto her chest, breathless, spent.
She lay beneath me, panting, her heart hammering against my cheek. One hand came up and rested almost gently on the back of my head.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then, quietly, from somewhere above me:
"…Get off. You're heavy."
I laughed. "Yes, ma'am."
But she didn't let go of my head.
Afterward, I lay beside Yue Ran, looking at my beautiful wife with a satisfied smile.
She pulled the blanket over herself and glanced at me coldly. "What are you looking at? Go to sleep."
I chuckled and moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Can't I admire my own wife?"
"You're annoying, Yiluo."
Despitd her complaint, she didn't push me away. I smiled, kissed her forehead, and closed my eyes, enjoying the quiet moment beside her.
Early in the morning, Yue Ran and I got up to prepare breakfast. Our four-year-old son, Yi Cheng, soon came downstairs, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Good morning, Daddy. Good morning, Mommy," he mumbled as he climbed into his chair.
"Good morning, sweetheart. Go wash your face first," Yue Ran told him.
After he returned, we began eating breakfast.
"Yiluo, don't forget that we still need to buy a gift for Yue Ning and Duan Hai's first wedding anniversary," Yue Ran reminded me.
"I haven't forgotten, darling. We'll go shopping as soon as we finish breakfast."
Yi Cheng looked at us curiously. "Daddy, Mommy, where are we going?"
"We're buying a present for Aunt Yue Ning and Uncle Duan Hai," I explained.
His eyes lit up. "Are we going to the toy store?"
I chuckled. "No, little rascal. We're buying a gift for your aunt and uncle, not for you."
His face immediately fell. "Then why am I going? I thought we were buying toys for me!"
Yue Ran glanced at him. "If you keep complaining, you'll be staying home while the rest of us go out."
Just then, my mom entered the dining room, followed by my dad.
My mom, a graceful fifty-two-year-old woman with gentle eyes and neatly tied black hair, laughed at our conversation. My dad, a sturdy fifty-five-year-old man with graying hair at his temples and a usually serious expression, shook his head in amusement.
"What's going on here?" Dad asked.
"Daddy doesn't want to buy me toys!" Yi Cheng complained.
Dad raised an eyebrow. "And you thought your aunt's anniversary was an excuse to buy toys?"
Yi Cheng pouted. "Grandpa, you're supposed to be on my side!"
Mom burst out laughing. "Your grandpa is right. Now finish your breakfast, sweetheart."
Yi Cheng quickly returned to his food, muttering, "Nobody understands me in this family."
We all laughed, and even Yue Ran couldn't hide her smile.
After breakfast, Mom and Dad prepared to accompany us. Yue Ran turned to me.
"Yiluo, hurry up and get ready. We still need to buy their gift."
"Yes, Director Luo!" I replied, immediately standing up.
Yi Cheng giggled. "Understood, Director Mommy!"
Dad shook his head. "This family really has no peace in the morning."
After everyone finished getting ready, we headed to a jewelry store called Everglow Jewelry to choose a gift for Yue Ning. Since it was her first wedding anniversary, Yue Ran wanted to find something elegant and meaningful for her younger sister.
Before we left, my younger sister, Yi Luoli, had called to tell me that she would go directly to Yue Ning's house instead of joining us. She had something to take care of first, so we agreed to meet her there later.
We browsed several displays, looking at necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. Yue Ran carefully examined a delicate gold necklace while my mom offered her opinion. Meanwhile, my dad stayed beside Yi Cheng, who seemed far more interested in the colorful displays than the jewelry itself.
"Daddy, can I have that one?" Yi Cheng asked, pointing at a shiny bracelet behind the glass.
I chuckled. "That's not a toy, little rascal."
"But it's shiny!"
Before I could answer, my phone suddenly rang. I took it out and saw that the caller was my boss, Liu Waner.
"Excuse me for a moment," I told my family before answering the call.
I immediately stepped outside the jewelry store to answer the call.
"Hello, Director Liu."
"Yiluo, I have good news. Our company has won the bidding for the city's urban redevelopment project," Liu Waner announced. "The project involves renovating an old commercial district and developing it into a modern business center. Several companies competed for the contract, but our proposal was selected."
I couldn't help smiling. This was an important project for Tang Corporation, and winning the bid would bring the company significant profits.
"That's excellent news, Director Liu. Our team spent weeks refining the proposal and reviewing the financial plans. I'm glad our efforts paid off."
"Indeed. Your work coordinating the development plan and preparing the project budget played a major role in our success. I want you to lead the initial implementation team and prepare a detailed schedule for the first phase. We'll discuss the arrangements when you return to the office."
"Understood. I'll prepare the schedule and coordinate with the relevant departments as soon as possible."
"Good. Enjoy your morning with your family for now. We can discuss the details later."
After exchanging a few more words, I ended the call and put my phone away. The good news had lifted my spirits. I was already thinking about how to organize the team when I turned toward the store entrance.
Then I froze.
Across the street, I saw a familiar figure standing beside an expensive car. It was my younger sister, Yi Luoli.
But what caught my attention wasn't her presence. It was the older man standing beside her.
I recognized him immediately. He was the same older man I had seen before, the one who had casually wrapped his arms around two women while groping their buttocks. The memory of that scene had left me with a deeply unpleasant impression of him.
What was he doing with my sister?
I narrowed my eyes, hoping I was mistaken. But there was no doubt about it. It was the same man.
Then, right before my eyes, he casually placed a hand on Yi Luoli's buttocks.
My body stiffened.
Yi Luoli didn't push him away. Instead, she remained close to him, behaving as though his intimate gesture were perfectly normal.
My mind went blank for a moment.
What the hell is going on?
Why was my younger sister with that man? And why was she allowing him to touch her so casually?
I stood there, staring across the street, unable to make sense of what I had just witnessed.