“Where are you going?” Zhao Chen asked, having just brought in the hot water, only to see Jiang Xiaoju carrying the basin and heading outside.
Jiang Xiaoju looked at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “To wash my b**t, of course!”
Zhao Chen set his foot-washing water aside and sat down on the bed, asserting, “Wash inside the room. I just told you it’s cold outside, didn’t I?” He said, slightly annoyed. To his surprise, Jiang Xiaoju gave him a teasing look.
“You were too shy to touch my bre@sts earlier, so I thought you’d be shy about me washing my b**t in the room too!” Jiang Xiaoju teased him, having quickly figured out that Zhao Chen was all talk but actually quite straightforward.
“Shy, my ass. Just wash up quickly!” Zhao Chen said, turning his gaze away uncomfortably. But when Jiang Xiaoju squatted down with her back to him, he couldn’t help but look back, tapping his fingers rhythmically on his thigh.
He tried to reassure himself that there was nothing wrong with looking since she was his wife, but he also scolded himself for being as muddle-headed as his mother, who was getting on in years. Jiang Xiaoju was just a 16-year-old girl who didn’t know any better, but he was a grown man who should know better.
However, when he saw Jiang Xiaoju’s large, white b**tocks exposed, he couldn’t help but get hard. She didn’t look big in her cotton pants, but without them, her b**t was indeed large. The elders said that big b**tocks were good for childbearing. He swallowed unconsciously, thinking that this girl really had a way of tempting him. Thank goodness she was his wife…
“Bro…brother…”
Zhao Chen was staring at her white b**tocks, lost in thought, when Jiang Xiaoju interrupted him with two soft calls. He looked at her, feeling a bit guilty, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Um, do you have a towel? I need to dry off before I can put on my pants,” Jiang Xiaoju said.
Zhao Chen hadn’t realized that women could be so troublesome. He threw her the new towel from his pillow. Jiang Xiaoju looked quite pleased and said, “Brother, your tastes are quite unique! You like to sleep smelling my scent down there?” Jiang Xiaoju admitted she was teasing him a bit, finding it fun to mess with Zhao Chen.
“Jiang Xiaoju, can’t you be more careful with your words? You’re an innocent girl,” Zhao Chen said, feeling embarrassed himself. Jiang Xiaoju just laughed it off, not bothered at all.
“I know, brother. I won’t ask her anymore. I’m married to you now, so I’ll discuss bedroom matters with you from now on,” she said seriously, making Zhao Chen feel a bit overwhelmed. He had truly married a handful.
He sighed, accepting his fate. “Fine, discuss them with me. Just keep bedroom matters in the bedroom and don’t go talking nonsense with others.”
Zhao Chen watched as she finished washing and sat next to him to soak her feet. He finally relaxed. After they both washed their feet, Zhao Chen went to dump the water. When he returned, he found Jiang Xiaoju already tucked in bed. He took off his outer clothes and joined her on the heated bed platform.
But with each person under their own blanket, Jiang Xiaoju complained of the cold and insisted that Zhao Chen hold her to sleep. “At home, my mom always holds me to sleep. Brother, now that I’m married to you, you should hold me to sleep~”
The girl’s voice was soft and low, with a coquettish lilt that Zhao Chen found irresistible. “Fine, fine, I’ll hold you,” he conceded. However, as soon as he reached out his hand, he quickly withdrew it as if he had touched hot coal, startled by her boldness.
“Brother? What are you doing? You’re letting in cold air,” Jiang Xiaoju said, snuggling closer to him.
The next moment, Zhao Chen panicked and hurriedly scooted back half a step. “Stop, don’t come any closer, Jiang Xiaoju. If you come any closer, I’m going to fall off…”
“Fine~”
“Now, put on your clothes. It’s not proper to not wear a bra when you’re sleeping with a man for the first time. Jiang Xiaoju, you should know better…”
But before Zhao Chen could finish his sentence, Jiang Xiaoju threw off her blanket and nimbly straddled him. The girl, with her ample bre@sts bare, wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. She sat boldly on Zhao Chen’s lower abdomen, while he, still dressed in his long underwear, was shocked by her audacity.
The girl, however, seemed very pleased with herself, wiggling her b**tocks as she leaned down, pressing her full, firm bre@sts against Zhao Chen’s chest. They were soft, like two water balloons.
She laughed softly, not taking Zhao Chen’s nagging seriously. “I know, brother. Erniu’s wife told me everything. She said that in bed, a woman should be proactive too, not just the man. I’ve taken off all my clothes, and you still won’t touch me. Are you really incapable?”
Zhao Chen’s desire, which had just been suppressed, was reignited by her words. His c**ck throbbed painfully, but the girl sitting on him was oblivious, flaunting her body.
Her large, firm bre@sts were incredible, and Zhao Chen unconsciously swallowed, thinking that he couldn’t even hold them with both hands. He grabbed her shoulders, his restraint crumbling under her seduction.
Suddenly, Zhao Chen flipped Jiang Xiaoju onto her back, seeing her large, firm bre@sts tremble, her nipples an enticing pink. His mouth went dry, and he grew more aroused.
“Jiang Xiaoju, you really want this, don’t you? You want to do it with me that badly?” Zhao Chen said, grabbing one of her bre@sts and kneading it forcefully. She frowned and let out a soft, alluring moan.
“Ow… Brother, gentler…”
“Gentler? Isn’t this what you want? You little slut, you’re so young, always thinking about men and sex. You really want it that badly?” With that, Zhao Chen grabbed one of her thighs and spread it open, revealing her smooth, plump p**sy. He was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Jiang Xiaoju obediently spread her legs, allowing him to see her fully. Her p**sy was smooth and white, the lips tightly closed with a slight pink gap in the middle. It was incredibly beautiful.
Seeing him look at her, Jiang Xiaoju thought he was unhappy and cautiously said, “I… Brother, I was just curious about what happens after marriage. Erniu’s wife only had time to tell me about sex… I didn’t mean to…”
Zhao Chen knew this was just the girl’s curiosity before marriage, but he hadn’t expected to lose control after thirty years of restraint and fall for this young girl.
“I know…” Zhao Chen looked at her helplessly, sitting between her legs, looking at her mature body contrasting with her innocent face. She was seductive beyond her sixteen years.
Then, Zhao Chen lifted one of her legs, kissing her inner thigh, his stubble prickling her soft skin and sending shivers through her. His thumb pressed against her p**sy, his voice hoarse. “But if I f00k you, you can’t regret it, Jiang Xiaoju. You’ll have to stay in the Zhao family forever, be my wife, bear my children, and let me f00k you, understand?”
“Mm-hmm!” Jiang Xiaoju nodded obediently, thinking that she was already married to him, so of course, she wouldn’t be sent back.
“f00k!” Zhao Chen cursed, disgusted with himself for his lust for a girl so much younger, but ultimately, he couldn’t resist her eager gaze. He gave in to his desires, ready to be a beast.