"Oh—slow down, please—" Vivian Fang still seemed a bit unused to this; after all, it had been so long since anyone had touched her, she could only reminisce about being held and cherished in her dreams.
But Shawn Young was too eager to seek out Vivian Fang's sweet lips. His breath was heavy, hot against her neck, and she responded passionately, turning to meet his searching mouth. Lips met lips, pressed tightly together; he felt her breath, and slipped his tongue past her pearly teeth, searching for her sweetness. His tongue entwined with her soft, slick one, mingling with her fragrant breath. Their tongues tangled like two mating snakes, coiling, twisting, inseparable—completely intertwined, never to part...
No one knew who became wild first, but their kiss grew from gentle touches and soft sucking into a fierce, passionate battle. His lips planted a vivid strawberry mark on her delicate neck, while her teeth retaliated by leaving a deep row of marks on his shoulder.
A pair of passionate lovers were on the brink of erupting like a volcano. Nothing could stop them from moving forward.
He let out a muffled groan, gripping his proud, upright "guest"—ready to charge forth—and began searching for that gentle place that could send a person straight to paradise. The thin strap, still attached to her white stockings, had already been torn off and tossed to the floor.
With a powerful thrust of his hips, Shawn Young fulfilled Vivian Fang’s needs with action. His hardness, his heat, his strength instantly drove away all her emptiness, loneliness, and cold isolation. In that moment, the two of them completely became one, merging into a single being.
"Pa—pa—pa—"
"Bang—bang—bang—"
The whole room was suddenly filled with urgent, rhythmic sounds—like a rainstorm pounding on banana leaves, or wild winds sweeping across the sea. The bed shook and sank deeply, as if it couldn’t withstand such frantic pressure and collision.
Vivian Fang felt as if she were being pounded by a rampaging elephant—each heavy thrust making her nearly faint. The sensation was even more dizzying and blissful than being drunk, and wave after wave of passionate battles unfolded one after another—
No one knew how much time had passed before Vivian Fang's cries soared an octave, turning into a piercing scream that could almost shatter glass. Every muscle in her body tightened in an instant, and she shuddered uncontrollably—she soared to the peak of her life, discovering a view more beautiful than ever before—
The whole office was filled with the scent of sweat and decadent passion. Shawn Young let out a breath, feeling as if he and Vivian Fang had just been pulled out of water. He pressed his hands on the bed to get up, but Vivian Fang clung tightly to his strong waist and whispered, "No—stay like this, don't pull out—"
"Oh—okay—" Shawn Young replied gently, leaning down to embrace her sweaty, slick body. The two of them clung to each other like fish tossed onto the shore, embracing for a long, long time—
"You know—it's been years since I let any man touch me—this past year, I never even dared to dream there'd be a day like this, to taste this kind of happiness again—" Vivian Fang said softly.
"Oh—then I really hit the jackpot—just one touch and I cured a whole year's worth of your loneliness and emptiness!" Shawn Young chuckled.
"This past year—I kept my feelings locked away—planned to spend the rest of my life like that, letting no one in. But you, you little rascal, barged in so suddenly and shattered everything—sigh—life really is full of surprises—" Vivian Fang said wistfully.
"Mm-hmm—Aunt Vivian, do you regret it? Having this happen with me—" Shawn Young thought Vivian Fang might have second thoughts.
"Regret? Why would I regret it! In my dictionary, there's no such thing as regret. I've lived for forty years and realized that in life, there are so few chances to do what you truly want—so never give yourself a reason to regret. Trust yourself and know that everything you do is true to your heart—" Vivian Fang replied decisively.
"Mm-hmm—Aunt Vivian, your outlook is really something. I don’t think I’m at your level yet—" Shawn Young realized he’d been overthinking; Vivian Fang’s maturity and wisdom were truly those of an experienced woman, and he was nowhere near her level yet.
"You little rascal, stop calling me Aunt Vivian—it makes me sound old. Call me Vivian Sis! Uh—just when it’s the two of us in private, okay? When Cynthia or Yvonne are around, use the old name—hehe—" Vivian Fang thought for a moment and said.
"Oh! Vivian Sis, you really are sly—hehe—" Shawn Young laughed.
"That's right! Don't forget, I'm a real estate developer! The slyest people in the world are in my business—hehe—after so many years, I've gotten used to having two, or even more, ways of talking, just to make sure I always come out on top—" Vivian Fang began "teaching" Shawn Young her tricks.
"Oh—no wonder they say real estate developers make the most money—haha—so it’s always you folks calling the shots, and the buyers just get dragged along for the ride—" Shawn Young laughed.
"Yep, it's all about willing buyers and willing sellers. The housing market, the stock market—life itself—it’s all the same. You can’t win against fate, but battling people is endlessly fun!" Vivian Fang laughed too.
"Let me punish you profit-hunters!" Shawn Young felt himself fired up again. He decided to use the Twin Spirit Rite to fully win over Vivian Fang. A woman like her wasn’t just a goddess in bed—she could guide his whole life. After her words, Shawn Young’s mindset had changed dramatically—no wonder they say mature women are a catalyst for men. Looks like it’s true!
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"Oh—my god! You—you little rascal, you’re coming again—I’m still all weak, and you’re so strong down there, how am I supposed to handle another round of your wild attack!" Vivian Fang cried out.
"Hehe—don’t worry, Vivian Sis. You helped me reach a new level in life, so as thanks, I’ll let you experience something totally new. I promise, once you try it, you’ll fall in love with the happiest feeling life has to offer—" Shawn Young said confidently.
"Oh!? Is this new experience really that amazing!?" Vivian Fang asked curiously.
"Mm-hmm—my technique is called the Twin Spirit Rite, a marvelous Daoist practice. Not only does it bring supreme pleasure, but both partners benefit greatly—my power grows, while you nourish your yin, beautify your skin, and stay youthful forever. And it's all-natural, no side effects, instant results! Hehe—guaranteed, once you experience it, you’ll always want more—" Shawn Young boasted. But he wasn’t exaggerating; this Twin Spirit Rite really did have those effects, which was why he was so confident.
"Wow—nourish my yin and keep my skin beautiful and youthful!! If it’s that magical—what are we waiting for? Let’s do it!" Vivian Fang flipped over and pressed him down, even more eager than Shawn Young.
What can you do—no woman in the world can resist the lure of beauty, especially those who are already beautiful! That’s their greatest weakness. For beauty, women will go crazy, doing things men can barely imagine—buying endless clothes, cosmetics, beauty products, and if that’s not enough, they’ll even dare to go under the knife, get Botox, plastic surgery, breast implants, and swallow all sorts of mysterious chemicals. In this crazy world, there will always be crazy women! Uh—and of course, even crazier men!
In an instant, the bed started shaking again, but this time was different—after Shawn Young activated the Twin Spirit Rite, a red and a white aura quickly enveloped them both. As their movements synchronized, yin and yang blended, their breaths mingled, and an unprecedented rush of pleasure washed over Vivian Fang’s body. Every cell was wrapped in trembling excitement—a complete, transparent cleansing of her life—she was lost—completely surrendered—
"Oh—ah—yeah—" Vivian Fang kept crying out unconsciously. The feeling was so dreamy and magical, she couldn’t control her emotions and could only call out instinctively.
No one knew how long it lasted—only after a long time did the red and white auras entwining the two finally fade above their heads—"Whoosh—whoosh—" and with two sounds, the Twin Spirit Rite was perfectly completed.
Vivian Fang’s mind drifted for ages before she gradually came back to herself. She felt as if her body had been swept clean by a wild storm, inside and out—a brand new experience of dual cultivation for both body and spirit!
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