The two of them were locked in a passionate kiss, lips and tongues tangled together.
My mother opened her small mouth and kept swallowing Zhang Biao’s disgusting saliva.
The scene in front of me made me so angry I clenched my fists.
I wanted to rush in and teach that scumbag a lesson.
After a long, hungry kiss, Zhang Biao bent down and gently sucked and licked her soft white breasts, taking turns on the two nipples, hard as red dates.
His right hand worked patiently at her wet, sweet slit until his fingers were coated in sticky, lustful fluid.
“Hehe… little bitch.
Does it feel good?” Zhang Biao stopped suddenly and asked with a lewd grin.
Those words lit me up.
This scumbag had no respect for my mother at all.
In his eyes she was no better than a cheap prostitute.
Mom did not care.
The heat in her had burned the shame away.
She looked at that crude man with a seductive gaze and hummed, “Mmm… so good… brother, you’re so good at this.
You’ve made your sister feel so good.”
Lust flashed in Zhang Biao’s eyes.
He nodded, satisfied.
“Spread your legs.
Let me get a good look at your cunt.”
She lifted her buttocks obediently, then spread her legs herself and showed him that plump, tender, mature pussy without holding anything back.
Zhang Biao reached out, pinched the two dark-red, swollen outer lips, and forced them apart.
The moist pink flesh inside came into view.
Even the two thin, light-pink inner lips were pulled open, fluttering open and shut.
She was clearly extremely aroused.
He chuckled, filthy as ever.
“You slut.
Want me to lick you?”
Mom looked at him, wanton, and cried, “Good brother… please lick… lick my little cunt…”
Hearing those shameless moans, seeing that hungry look on her face, I was furious.
I thought, Mom, don’t do this.
You’re the CEO of a company.
You should have your dignity.
How can you act this wanton in front of social scum like Zhang Biao?
Zhang Biao kneaded her delicate clitoris, then opened his mouth wide and pressed it to that dark-red, wet pussy.
“Mmm!
So good…”
Mom threw her head back, braced on her hands behind her, and gripped the edge of the waterbed to steady her shaking body.
Her plump, snowy buttocks rose on their own to meet his skilled licking and sucking.
He buried his head between her round, full thighs.
That rough, dark tongue dragged up and down her wet, lewd pussy, sucking hard at the glistening slick.
Every so often he nipped the tiny pink clit at the top with his teeth.
The wet sounds grew louder and louder.
They sounded extremely filthy.
His tongue work brought her immense pleasure.
She braced on the bed with one hand and vigorously kneaded her large, round breasts with the other, teeth clenched, face full of excitement.
Her full white thighs draped over his shoulders without her noticing.
Her large, round buttocks trembled in spasms and twisted from side to side.
The violent motion made the waterbed creak.
Zhang Biao reached out with both big hands and seized those swaying snow-white breasts.
He squeezed and kneaded the flesh and worked the swollen, erect nipples.
His elbows sat just right to brace her snow-white, round thighs, forcing her legs apart and pinning them against the edge of the bed so his tongue could lick deeper.
“Mmm… ah… my good brother… dear brother… you’re killing me… ah… so good… so good… mmm… my little cunt is about to melt from your licking…”
The two sensitive places hit at once brought her to the brink of tears.
Stimulating current ran through her body.
Her mouth gaped like a fish out of water.
Her sensual lips moved fast.
The pleasure flooded her mind, made her dizzy, and sent her head shaking wildly.
Her beautiful golden hair cascaded and swayed, falling in a mess over her white shoulders, high breasts, and pink back.
Strands clung to her sweaty forehead and flushed face and made her look incredibly alluring.
Ring…
Suddenly a phone rang in the hall.
I knew at once it was Zhang Biao’s.
I ducked to the side.
He lifted his head from between her legs, dissatisfied.
His ugly, fierce face was covered in her juices.
He cursed a few times, then turned and walked toward the hall.
Mom lay languid on the waterbed.
Slick kept welling from her pussy.
Her full snow-white body was flushed with heat.
Those charming eyes followed Zhang Biao’s back, cold and resentful, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across her pretty face.
His cursing grew louder and louder.
The moment he picked up the phone he turned as docile as a lamb.
“Yes… yes… boss.
I understand.
I’ll be right there.
I’ll make sure we take these troublemakers down.”
He glanced longingly at the bathroom, sighed with regret, got dressed, and walked out of the villa.
Mom slowly slid her slender, jade-like fingers between her fragrant lips, sucking them, moving them in and out.
Her eyes were hazy and alluring.
A strand of golden hair clung to her flushed face and fell across those snow-white, high, firm breasts.
Then the wet fingers left her sensual lips, glistening, and traced her red mouth, her slender neck, her alluring collarbone, and caressed her two proud, erect breasts.
They traveled down across her flat, firm abdomen and kept going, slow, toward the sensitive place between her legs.
She parted her full, dark-red lips, pushed two fingers into that inviting pussy, and began to thrust hard.
“Ahhh… uhh… uh… ahhh…”
Her moans grew louder and louder.
Zhang Biao had already lit her desire and left her ravenously thirsty.
The seductive look in those resentful, hungry eyes only deepened.
Suddenly her full snow-white thighs began to tremble and spasm with the hard thrusting, and even the erotic butterfly at the base of her left thigh seemed to flutter.
I thought, Mom is so sexy.
Like a widow who has gone without a man for years and is desperate for it.
With a bang, a tremor ran through my mind.
The azure compass lit up.
In the azure light, golden characters flashed.
Main quest: Investigate the secret between Mother Jing Lan and Zhang Biao, henchman of the Azure Dragon Gang.
Quest complete!
Rating: C.
Awarded one lottery chance: Zhang Biao Character Card.
My mind went blank for a moment.
Then a black card appeared.
Zhang Biao.
Male.
Thirty-eight.
Title: Street Thug
Technique: Black Tiger Fist
Sect: Azure Dragon Gang
Card rank: Iron, one star
The host may use this card to ambush this person.
(Prerequisite: obtain Immortal Lu Ya’s Seven-Nailhead Arrow Manual.)
I was overjoyed—then I thought it was too far-fetched.
The Seven-Nailhead Arrow Manual was a divine treasure.
Even if I got it, using it just to plot against Zhang Biao would be a huge waste.
Suddenly the turquoise compass spun so fast it made me dizzy.
I thought the lottery must have started.
I had just been talking about the lottery, and now it was spinning.
When it stopped, the pointer in the center of the circle pointed at the character for Object.
Green light flashed.
Gold text appeared in the middle of the circle.
Congratulations, host.
You have drawn a character card.
Please continue to draw from the character cards.
The scene shifted.
Four colored cards surrounded the compass: black iron, bronze, silver, and gold.
The black-iron cards had one or two gold stars printed in the upper left.
The bronze cards had three.
The silver cards had four, and under those stars were two small antique purple characters: Epic.
The gold cards had five gold stars, and under them two small orange antique characters: Legend.
Looking at them made me dizzy.
Then I studied the silver and gold cards.
The figures on them were all majestic, full of spirit.
Two gold cards sat connected.
One read Legendary Scientist Robert.
The other read Dragon-Blood Warrior Mo Wenchou.
I swallowed my surprise, shifted my intent, and muttered, “Start the lottery,” silently praying for a legendary card.
This time the outer ring stayed still.
The pointer on the inner ring spun hard.
After several tens of seconds it slowed and drifted toward the two gold cards.
My heart pounded.
I cried out in my chest, “Gold card!” The pointer moved between the two gold cards, slower and slower.
“Stop… stop…”
My heart hammered.
The pointer kept sliding aside.
I was so angry I could barely watch.
Golden text appeared.
Congratulations, host.
You have drawn a Silver Epic card: Genius Designer William Lee.
I had not gotten a legend, but an epic was still pretty good.
I consoled myself with that.
On the card stood a middle-aged Chinese man.
He was clearly Chinese, yet he carried a strange foreign name.
A short ponytail sat at the back of his head.
A full beard.
He looked very much the artist.
The moment I saw the card, I knew how to use it.
I could not help feeling secretly proud.
Hehe… Mom.
I’ll give you a surprise tomorrow.
I glanced at my mother, still touching herself, chuckled to myself, and turned to walk upstairs.