After my breakup, my best friend suggested I join a cycling club. But I never imagined this cycling wasn’t that kind of cycling. I actually saw my best friend in a highly intimate act on her bike… I didn’t run, instead, I felt a strange eagerness. Because… I had been longing for this moment for a very long time. … Ever since Jake told me he wanted to break up, I’d been utterly miserable. It wasn’t that I loved him that much, but the time we spent together was simply too exhilarating. He was the ultimate man; whether it was about stamina or sheer physical prowess, he was the most incredible boyfriend I’d ever had. The first time we went on a date, I felt an unprecedented kind of worldly pleasure, and I was shocked to discover a secret about my own body. It turned out I had discovered an almost insatiable sensuality. Once I experienced the best, I only wanted more. It was just that before Jake, it had never been awakened, not until I met someone as exceptional as him. After that, it became an uncontrollable obsession, and he couldn’t handle my constant desire, eventually choosing to leave me. After breaking up with Jake, I did try to find new boyfriends, but no one ever gave me such wonderful experiences again. Given my prolonged state of loss, my best friend, Maya, suggested I do something else to distract myself. “Why don’t you come cycling with me? Maybe after some exercise, you can finally move on from him.” When she said this, an inexplicable glint sparkled in her eyes, and the smile on her lips was odd. But at the time, I didn’t notice, only thinking she simply wanted me to work out and get over my heartbreak. Realizing that moping around wasn’t helping, I agreed to her suggestion and quickly joined a local cycling group through a link she shared. There weren’t many people in the group, only about ten or so members in total, almost all men, with just Maya and me as the only girls. As soon as I joined, some busybodies started clamoring for the newcomer to post a photo. I didn’t like exposing personal photos in unfamiliar groups, so I didn’t plan on responding. But Maya, without even asking me, directly posted my photo. “This is my best friend, Chloe, isn’t she gorgeous? She’s a straight-A student, and she used to be the college queen at our school!” “Wow! An incredibly stunning beauty! My eyes have been opened!” “Maya, why didn’t you introduce your best friend to the group sooner? If I’d known we could meet such a beautiful woman, I wouldn’t have bothered looking for a girlfriend.” “Maya’s so generous! She thinks of us single guys first when she has a hot best friend…” Someone directly tagged me, “Hey beautiful, free this weekend? Come cycling with us.” The group chat was buzzing. In the time it took me to go to the bathroom, I quickly had 99+ messages. Seeing so many people tagging me, I scrolled up, confused. When I saw the photo Maya had posted, I almost fainted. That girl! Of all photos to post, she chose a swimsuit picture she and I took together for a professional shoot. In the photo, I was wearing only a skimpy bikini, sprawled alluringly by the pool, looking up at the camera. My wet hair clung to the large expanse of bare skin, creating a sensual wet look that was incredibly sexy. I quickly messaged her, telling her to delete it, but Maya seemed to ignore my messages, chatting animatedly with the men in the group. After a while, she finally sent me a mischievous smiley face. “Why so modest? There are so many guys here, all of them regulars at the gym, surely not one of them is stronger than Jake?” “Sis, I’m doing this for your own good, I want you to find your second spring soon. Don’t worry, I’ve already vetted them for you, you’ll definitely be satisfied.” Seeing that the delete window had passed, there was no way to make her unsend it, so I gave up on the idea. But the thought of my private photos being seen by so many strangers made a part of me tingle with a strange excitement. Coupled with what Maya had said, I unexpectedly found myself agreeing to their weekend cycling invitation in the group chat. 2 Soon, Maya helped me buy a complete set of cycling gear for our weekend relaxation trip. I don’t know if she misread something when she ordered, but the cycling outfit I received was a flirty sports skirt set. However, when I saw Maya’s cycling outfit, I was truly surprised. She had specifically taken a photo to show me. It looked fully geared up, but in reality, it was a risqué piece of lingerie! I was a bit stunned and sent her three question marks. Maya replied mysteriously, “You don’t understand, this is the real joy of cycling.” “Think about it, how many loose gravel pieces there are on the road, the bumpy mountain trails combined with going commando… it can send you to heaven.” “This is a custom-made outfit just for me. Yours is a bit more conservative than mine, but it’s still great. I was worried you couldn’t handle my level.” I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of apprehension at her astonishing idea. But her description was so vivid, I couldn’t help but feel a growing warmth, and I started to anticipate tomorrow’s trip. The next morning, Maya knocked on my door. She had driven there, and our bicycles were folded in her trunk. “We have a specific cycling spot, it’s a bit far. You should get some sleep first, I’ll wake you when we get there.” Thinking about what she had said last night, I hadn’t slept much, so I was indeed a bit sleepy. I decided to listen to her and catch up on some rest. I don’t know how long I slept, but Maya woke me up. I groggily glanced out the car window and was startled to realize we had arrived at a very remote place. “We’re here. This whole mountain has been leased by the club founder. The downside is it’s a bit far, but the upside is there’s no one around, so we can do whatever we want.” Maya excitedly patted my shoulder. “The mountain road here is quite narrow, cars can’t go up. We’ll have to cycle up ourselves.” Saying that, she got out of the car and took our two bikes out of the trunk. Before we started riding, she cast a mischievous glance at my short skirt. “The mountain wind is strong, and the path isn’t very smooth. Just enjoy this unusual sensation.” With Maya’s giggle, I began my first cycling journey. Soon, I understood the wonderful sensation she was talking about. Maya was right, the bumpy mountain road added a lot of difficulty to our ride. But precisely because of this, our two specially customized cycling outfits came into play. With the vibrations of the mountain road, the already thin fabric of our underwear completely adhered to the bike seats, and occasionally, there would be little bumps. I was pedaling hard, while also having to endure waves of pleasure emanating from my lower body. For a moment, I didn’t know whether to describe it as pleasure or pain. Maya seemed used to this kind of cycling. Although it was clear her face was flushed, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I even saw a large damp spot on her bike seat, and I didn’t need to guess what it was. I never imagined that Maya, who usually seemed so quiet and demure, could be so adventurous. If I hadn’t discussed so many intimate topics with her after my breakup, I doubt she would have ever told me. Soon, we arrived at what she called the club’s meeting point. It was a large flat area with two big tents set up, and surprisingly, there was even a small natural hot spring built nearby. Hearing us, four men immediately came out to greet us. Maya introduced them to me one by one, especially the club founder. She called him Ace. “Ace, this is my friend Chloe. It’s her first time participating in our activities, so you have to take good care of her, okay?” Maya bit her lip and winked at Ace, her eyes conveying some unspoken message. I could only shyly stand to the side and greet them. The men’s gazes lingered on both Maya and me, and soon someone noticed the clever design of Maya’s outfit. “Maya, what you’re wearing today is even better than last time…” As he spoke, two men standing beside her each put an arm around her waist, one on either side. I even saw one of the men give her a quick squeeze on the butt! 3 Sandwiched between two men, Maya didn’t resist at all; instead, she seemed to revel in it. She playfully thumped one of the men’s chests. “Chloe’s still here, we can play later, the three of us.” I watched, wide-eyed, as she flirted with the two men, a strange thought blooming in my mind. Her “play”… surely she didn’t mean that kind of play, did she? But I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Ace, as Maya called him, had already approached and was trying to put his arm around my waist. He was wearing a tight black athletic outfit, his abdominal muscles faintly visible, making him look very strong. But the sticky gaze he gave me made me incredibly uncomfortable. Especially his gaze; it was intensely aggressive, openly roaming my chest, making my heart flutter nervously. I shifted away, using the excuse that I was tired from the ride and wanted to rest in the tent. Maya gave me a knowing smile. “Well, you’ll need to pick a tent, there are only three tents here, and we all draw numbers and squeeze in.” What? So if I didn’t draw the same number as Maya, wouldn’t I have to share a tent with a stranger? A single man and woman sleeping next to each other in a tent… what would happen was self-evident. My face instantly turned as red as an apple, and I started to stutter. “That… that’s not… that’s not good, I…” Maya suddenly burst out laughing. “Just kidding, you’re sleeping with me tonight.” Hearing that, I finally relaxed. It wasn’t that I was a conservative woman, but it was our first time meeting, and I instinctively wanted to maintain some decorum. Driving to the campsite had taken up a lot of time. These people, knowing the ropes, quickly organized a picnic, then began discussing the afternoon’s entertainment. Maya suggested a competition. They’d mark off a section of the mountain path, and then the four men would each give a woman a ride on their bikes, to see who could reach the finish line first. Saying this, she looked at me, a cunning smile on her face. “The top two finishers, tonight, will be accompanied by two ladies for a hot spring soak.” “And it’s a completely in-the-nude kind of soak, you know…” I was startled by her bold suggestion, my heart pounding. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn’t resist being outvoted by so many people, so in the end, I could only silently agree. A little voice inside me mocked: You clearly want to, but you still have to put on this act. The first man to give me a ride was a chubby guy. The section of the mountain path they chose was a bit winding and steep. He quickly gave up, waving his hand and saying he needed to rest. There was no choice. Ace, who was originally supposed to give Maya a ride, swapped places with me. He looked much stronger than the others, and he seemed to have the best chance of winning. As the second round began, Ace immediately scooped me up and placed me in front of him, then sprinted ahead. I was forced to sit on the specially designed crossbar of his bicycle, feeling his rock-hard chest pressed against my back. He was truly muscular. I silently counted his abs in my mind—he had eight. Whether intentionally or not, he always seemed to run the tires over rocks he could easily have avoided. This made me bounce up and down on the bike, and soon, I felt a strange sensation in my body. Especially when I felt a distinct hardness pressing against my back, my underwear was completely flushed. I kept my head down, not daring to speak, afraid he would notice my physical reaction. Fortunately, his stamina was impressive. He easily covered the distance that the chubby guy had only managed to do halfway. In the second round, we were the first team to reach the finish line. While waiting for Maya, we chatted casually. I thought they would arrive soon, but a long time passed, and there was still no sign of Maya. The stickiness between my legs made me uncomfortable, but I was too embarrassed to directly ask for tissue to wipe away those embarrassing things. I could only sheepishly tell Ace I wanted to find a place to use the restroom. “They should be here soon. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.” I walked along the mountain path we came from, found an open spot, and pulled out some tissue from my pocket to wipe away the stickiness on my thighs. Just as I was about to stand up and head back, a casual glance caught sight of a moving bicycle. The people on the bike were Maya and her second-round teammate. What was strange was that although we had marked off a different route, they were on this one. And they didn’t seem to be in a hurry to win, just riding along slowly. Most importantly, I actually saw them sitting face-to-face, with Maya’s legs wrapped tightly around the man’s back, and a soft, breathless gasp escaped her lips, hinting at something more!

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392535”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

I was a sailor. After returning from the sea, I wanted to surprise my wife, but before I could deliver it, she gave me a shock that shook me to my core… … When I opened the door to my house and saw those two strangers writhing on our master bedroom bed, I felt my blood run cold. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Once I snapped back to reality, I hurled the bouquet of flowers I was holding right at the man’s head, then followed up with a barrage of punches. Caught red-handed and stark naked, he didn’t dare fight back. He clutched at his privates, trying to slip away from my grasp while I was distracted. But with my temper, there was no way I was letting him leave unscathed. The more he looked guilty, the angrier I became. My rage intensified, and I hit him even harder, wanting to beat the life out of that pathetic jerk right then and there. My wife, Sarah, seeing that I might actually kill him, threw caution to the wind, ignoring her own state of undress, and forcibly pulled me away. “Liam, that’s enough! Whatever your problem is, take it out on me! Don’t you dare hit him again!” “If you keep hitting him, I swear I’ll fight you! Besides, if this gets out, you’re the one who’ll be humiliated.” Sarah’s shamelessness was astounding. With just a few flimsy words, she reignited the blazing inferno within me. Watching me teeter on the edge of explosion, she remained utterly fearless, continuing to rant. “What are you doing? You’re never home! Am I not allowed to find a little enjoyment for myself?” “Liam, don’t look at me like that. Don’t think I don’t know what kind of trash you sailors are, always drifting out at sea. You’re all the same.” “Even though I haven’t caught you fooling around with other women, I’ve heard plenty. You people usually pick up women wherever your ship docks. You’re not clean yourself, so why bother trying to lecture me?” Sarah showed no trace of shame at being caught in the act. Instead, she stood there with her arms crossed, brazenly yelling at me. Truly, a person without shame is invincible. Her nonsensical rant struck me dumb. After a long moment, I managed to grit out a few words: “I want a divorce!” I’d only caught her once, and Sarah acted completely unconcerned. God only knew how many men she’d been with while I was away. My head was spinning with the thought of being made a fool of – this was more than I could ever stomach! And her twisted logic was something else. I didn’t know where she’d heard those things, but in a world this diverse, maybe there were people like she described. But not me, absolutely not. I swore I’d never done anything to betray her. We clearly weren’t on the same page. If she couldn’t understand my profession, then I’d set her free. Let her live the life she wanted. After all, marriage is meant for happiness, and so is divorce. After successfully getting the divorce papers, I suddenly felt a profound sadness, filled with a deep sense of loss. I had only wanted to surprise my wife, to celebrate our wedding anniversary properly. But the surprise turned into a nightmare. Not only did my wife run off with another man, but my home was also invaded. From that day on, among all the illuminated windows, not a single light shone for me. I fell into a long period of despair because of it. I even considered that maybe it was my unique profession that made Sarah feel lonely and empty, pushing her into another man’s arms. Perhaps if I’d changed to a job closer to home, the outcome would have been entirely different. The more I thought, the heavier my heart grew. After my vacation ended and I returned to work, I was still half-dead, a mere shadow of myself, unable to muster any energy. My colleague, Mark, saw me like this and frowned. “Hey, Liam, what’s up with you?” “There are so many women in the world. You’re not going to fall apart just because of Sarah, are you? Just wait. When this ship docks, I’ll take you out for some fun.” I was so consumed by my own grief that I barely heard him. I just nodded numbly after he finished speaking. What I didn’t expect was that Mark’s idea of “fun” was taking me to a karaoke bar with “special services.” 2 From the outside, this karaoke bar looked no different from any other. But Mark told me that without an insider to guide you, you couldn’t even request the “services” you wanted here. I clicked my tongue in disbelief. I’d certainly seen it all now. I walked through the place like a wide-eyed tourist, every corner seeming new and strange. Beyond anything else, the neon lights and lively atmosphere alone were enough to make my heart race and release a rush of dopamine. Seeing how effortlessly Mark navigated the place, I finally understood why Sarah had said those things. Perhaps she thought I had already become like Mark, a regular patron of these kinds of places. It was like a huge accusation had been slapped squarely on my back, pinning me down. “Uh, Mark, maybe I should just head back. You guys have fun, you have fun.” My heart couldn’t quite handle it, so I waved at Mark and started to head for the exit. “Dude, what’s gotten into you? I brought you out because I heard you were divorced. Don’t tell me you’re going to be a buzzkill!” “Heh heh, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. You’ll see why in a minute.” Mark grinned at me mischievously while clinking glasses with his friends. It was then I noticed that Mark seemed different from how he usually was. At work, Mark was always serious and cool-headed. He was in his early thirties and still hadn’t married or had children. The managers at work often tried to set him up with dates or arrange blind dates, but he always politely declined. Now, it seemed he wasn’t avoiding women; he was simply too close to them. His heart was too wild to settle down with just one person. I shook my head, thinking our values were too different. It was best to respectfully keep our distance in the future. “Liam, they’re here, they’re here! You’re the boss tonight, you get to choose first.” Just then, Mark’s words snapped me back to reality. I looked up to see a line of hot women in short, revealing dresses, displaying their long, slender legs. I froze. I turned to Mark, and just as I was about to formulate a polite refusal, he wasted no time in pushing the woman he deemed to have the best presence in the room right into my arms. A unique, intoxicating scent wafted over me, making my old face flush. This woman felt completely different from Sarah. Even though Sarah had betrayed me, she usually presented herself as a respectable, virtuous wife, and dressed very modestly. If I hadn’t caught her in her scandalous act with my own eyes, I would have never believed she would betray me. But this woman now… her clothes were so skimpy I could directly see her ample cleavage, which immediately made my imagination run wild. She had so little fabric on to begin with, and now she was squirming restlessly as if she had ants in her pants, making her sensitive areas even more tantalizingly visible. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help it, and my heart began to pound wildly. Feeling my nose betray me, a rush of warmth quickly gushed out. I clamped my hand over my nose and pushed the woman away, heading straight for the restroom. After a while, having composed myself, I slowly emerged from the restroom. Fortunately, Mark and the others hadn’t shifted their attention to me. He had his arm around a girl, singing love songs and having the time of his life. Seeing this, I quickly retreated to a corner, thinking this place really wasn’t for me. Next time Mark invited me, I’d definitely refuse. Meanwhile, the beautiful woman Mark had pushed into my arms earlier, seeing me sitting a mile away from her, unceremoniously scooted herself right over to me. “Oh, handsome, don’t be so shy.” “Look, everyone else here is singing and dancing with someone. If you sit so far away, my boss might see it, and I’ll be in big trouble.” The beauty whined softly, subtly complaining to me, and kept grumbling that if I didn’t cooperate, her boss would dock her pay. Hearing that, I didn’t know what excuse to use to refuse her again, so I just bit the bullet and let her sit beside me. Watching Mark and his invited friends having such a wild, carefree time, I felt incredibly out of place, my limbs stiff and unsure how to move. That entire night felt like an excruciating eternity. And the beauty seemed to sense my discomfort, so she started an on-and-off conversation with me. 3 She said her name was Chloe, she was 22, and she had just started in the industry a short while ago. When she learned where I was from, she exclaimed excitedly, saying we were from the same hometown. To prove it, she even started chatting with me in our local dialect. In this foreign city, her familiar accent made me feel genuinely close to her, and we quickly became comfortable with each other. I asked her why she was here, subtly hinting that this kind of work didn’t seem very suitable for a young woman. She pursed her lips and honestly replied that most girls who do this kind of work are desperate. No one wants to demean themselves, but you have to survive. They didn’t have the luxury of spending their days eating, drinking, and having fun like others. Being at the bottom of the ladder, survival was their top priority. They came from rural areas, with no skills or education, so they could only choose this path, relying on their youth to make a living. “A lot of girls from my village do this. I’ve seen some of them save enough money, go back home, find a decent guy to marry, and live pretty well.” “Anyway, I’m still so young right now; I don’t need to think about things so far into the future.” Chloe smiled, her eyes looking hollow as she spoke. She was truly beautiful, yet utterly devoid of soul. In that moment, I suddenly understood that beauty without wisdom was a disaster, often leading to a similar fate: most would end up as someone else’s “plaything.” Seeing that I had stopped talking, Chloe finally realized the communication barrier between us and fell silent as well. And just like that, our conversation died, leaving us looking awkwardly at each other. After a long silence, Chloe, worried someone outside might be watching and see her not working actively, thus docking her pay, quickly livened things up again. She filled both her glass and mine with alcohol, then said with bold confidence, “Brother, I’ll drink this first; you do as you please!” I looked at her, then at the full glass of liquor, my face showing hesitation. I wasn’t much of a drinker and wanted to refuse, but then I thought, if a girl like her dares to drink so openly, me being so wishy-washy seemed a bit unmanly, not at all grand. So, I followed suit and drained the glass in one gulp. Speaking of which, I had seriously underestimated the women who worked in these places. They were so used to drinking, it was like water to them—glass after glass, without even a blink. As for me, I couldn’t hold my liquor. Soon, I was dizzy, my head spinning. The next time I woke up, I found myself in a hotel, lying beside me was Chloe, the beauty I’d only met once.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392534”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

In the empty gym, I knelt on a yoga mat, my body posed in various ways by unseen, strong hands. It had been so long since I’d felt that kind of release, and in my mind, the deepest desires simmering within me were finally unleashed. Until, in my fantasy, one of them whispered into my ear, “Daisy, do you prefer it from the front or the back?” “Both… I like both…” My name is Daisy Miller, and I own a gym. To outsiders, I had it all. Graduating from a performing arts school, I was pretty and fit, and I married Mark, a beefy bodybuilder. Everyone must have imagined I lived a life of constant ecstasy. But the truth? That was a whole different story. Ever since Mark decided to enter the National Bodybuilding Championship two months ago, he hadn’t touched me once. No matter how much I flirted with him, even going as far as to pull down his pajama pants, the answer was always the same: “Haven’t I told you? I’m abstaining until after the competition.” “Not a single drop of protein can be wasted!” Watching Mark walk off to the guest room, clutching a pillow, a hollow ache settled in my chest. All that man cared about was lifting weights, hoarding his ‘premium protein’ to burn it all on gym equipment. He didn’t spare a thought for how long his wife had been craving intimacy. Didn’t he worry I’d stray? The next day, as I changed in the gym, I seethed internally. The fitness industry was cutthroat, and profits were slim. Luckily, Mark had a reputation in the bodybuilding world, drawing in plenty of clients. But there was a downside. Over time, our regular clientele became nothing but a bunch of muscleheads, with hardly any women around. I knew, deep down, that these gym bros stayed not just for Mark’s professional guidance, but more importantly, because they all wanted to sleep with me. While I despised the industry trend of using looks to retain clients, I found myself reluctantly bowing to reality. Every three days, I scheduled a “Spin-Cycle Special.” On Spin-Cycle days, every single member showed up. I’d change into a thong and low-rise yoga pants, dim the lights, crank up the DJ music to maximum hype, and lead the class from the front, wearing my headphones. As the movements grew more intense, I’d deliberately arch my back, raising my hips to expose a few inches of butt cleavage, swaying provocatively. In the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the front, I could clearly see the muscleheads staring, their eyes fixated on my ass and the distinct outline of my bikini line. Initially, every time I did this, I felt deeply embarrassed. The yoga pants were so thin and tight, it was practically like being nude. But somewhere along the line, this secret, audacious display began to fill me with a thrill I’d never known. Especially when those men, thinking I couldn’t hear them over my headphones, breathed heavily and mumbled lewd comments about my rear. It made my skin tingle, as if I was being zapped by electricity. “The boss lady’s waist… that big, white ass, she really knows how to move it…” “So round and firm, just makes you want to take a bite…” “If I were her husband, I’d keep her in bed all day!” Their filthy whispers made my face flush, a mix of shame and heightened pleasure. I twisted my hips harder, the movements growing wilder, revealing more… and more. Yes, just like men liked hearing women moan, I liked hearing men spout dirty talk. It made me feel incredibly good, incredibly aroused. Normally, after these unspoken “benefits” were over, we’d all hit the showers, change, and head home. But for some reason, after today’s spin class, seeing the longing, disappointed looks in those muscleheads’ eyes, my long-empty body urged me to keep provoking them. So I put down my bag, turned, and walked to the dumbbell rack. I spread my legs, arched my butt, bent forward, and gripped a barbell, once again showcasing my round backside to them. “Ma’am, that’s not the right posture… you’ll hurt your back…” Before I could even lift the barbell, a young, muscular man stepped forward. He placed a hand on my lower back and another on the inside of my thigh. So hard! That was my first sensation upon touching a man’s body again. I snuck a peek back. It was Alex Stone, a new member who’d joined two days ago. I hadn’t realized how powerfully built he was, and his body heat was scorching! “When doing deadlifts, you need to engage your back, glutes, and thighs…” Alex didn’t let go. He held my bare, slender waist and pressed close from behind, then reached down to pat my lower abdomen, thigh, and back, forcing my butt to arch even higher. “Hips up… yes… just like that… spread your legs a little wider…” As Alex guided me, he kept pressing his lower abdomen into my butt, occasionally brushing a sensitive spot. As an adult woman, I knew exactly what he was doing. And I also knew that my firm, elastic curves were clearly exciting him. This was the first time in two months I’d been this close to a man. So I didn’t stop him. Instead, I moved with his rhythm, slightly bending my knees, subtly swaying my hips, gently grinding against his lower abdomen. All I could think was, If I licked his abs, he’d probably be incredibly sensitive. With a body this strong, he must be amazing in bed. Finally, my body went limp, and I couldn’t hold the barbell any longer. It crashed to the floor with a “thud.” Only then did I realize I was completely surrounded by men. The one pressing against me from behind wasn’t even Alex anymore; it was an even taller, stronger musclehead. “You… you guys keep working out. I… I need to shower.” Finally, I couldn’t bear their ravenous gazes any longer. I bolted into the shower room like a thief and stripped off my clothes. The water poured down from the showerhead, splashing over my bare skin, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire raging within me. If… if I hadn’t run, they would have pounced, torn my clothes off. I trembled, goosebumps rising all over my skin. I would have been… overwhelmed, maybe even taken by several of them at once. My hands trembled on the wall, and I instinctively arched my back, hips thrust out. My mind raced with forbidden images of a man in front, one behind, gripping my hair, holding my waist… A forbidden shiver coursed through me, turning into a desperate excitement. I reached down, my fingers exploring—

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392533”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

“No… stop… not there…” Inside the jam-packed commuter bus, I squeezed my thighs together, desperately resisting the man behind me whose hand was brazenly exploring beneath my skirt. My name is Alice, a newly married woman. I was accompanying my husband, Mark, back to his hometown for his younger brother’s wedding. After getting off the train, we rushed to the bus station and somehow managed to cram ourselves onto a bus packed like a can of sardines, only to be separated by the surging crowd. “Just hold on for a bit,” Mark gestured from half a bus length away. I felt uneasy in such a physically close space but had no choice. I pushed and shoved my way to a corner by the back door, trying to minimize contact with others. But before I could even get my balance, a large hand appeared from nowhere, pressing firmly against my backside. “Creep!” I froze instantly, my mind blank, rooted to the spot, afraid to move. It wasn’t my first encounter with a pervert, but never before had a stranger been so bold, so direct. Especially as the crowd continued to press in, the man behind me brazenly moved closer, gluing himself to my back and hips. Always confident in my figure, I usually favored thongs, believing they best showcased my curves. Today, I realized that was a mistake. As the bus swayed, my rounded hips, encased in a tight skirt, inevitably rubbed against the man’s body. I could distinctly feel a strange object slowly pushing between my full buttocks. He feels even stronger than Mark! The sudden thought shocked me. How could I possibly be thinking such a thing while being violated by a stranger? Embarrassed and anxious, I instinctively twisted my waist and hips, trying to escape, but no matter how I moved, the man’s pelvis stuck to me rhythmically, pushing and thrusting. What made my heart pound even more was the sudden appearance of hands around my waist, trying to lift my shirt and slide down into my skirt. Enough, please… stop. My body was rigid, my legs clamped together, as I tried to push him away by arching my hips back. But just then, the bus hit a deep pothole, bouncing violently. My legs were forced to part slightly, and the man’s finger hooked. “Mmmph…” A sensation I’d never experienced before, both sharp and oddly pleasurable, overwhelmed me, making it impossible to suppress a gasp. I nearly collapsed, my only clear sensation a violent trembling in my thighs that wouldn’t stop. And as if working against me, the bus began to sway and bump even more wildly. With every jolt, my body involuntarily tilted forward, pushing my butt out, and the man pressed into me from behind. The pose was almost as if I were actively inviting him. My rationality screamed at me to escape quickly, but my body was completely out of control, even seeming to enjoy it, not wanting him to stop. Is this… cheating? Feeling the man’s agile fingers, I bit my lower lip, my face flushed, and stared out at the passing scenery, afraid to confront the question. I don’t know how much time passed, but by the time the bus finally reached its destination, dusk had already begun to fall. I practically leaped off the bus, but hadn’t walked more than a few steps before my legs turned to jelly, and I nearly tripped. Luckily, Mark, who had caught up, steadied me. “Mark!” Just then, the roar of a motorcycle grew louder, pulling up beside us. The tall man riding it had dark skin and powerful, muscular arms. He flashed a perfect white-toothed grin at me. “Mark, this must be your wife?” Mark happily clapped him on the shoulder. “Duke! What are you doing here?” “The road ahead got washed out by the flood, still not repaired. Cars can’t get through, so Auntie sent me to pick you up.” Mark hadn’t ridden a motorcycle much since moving to the city. He circled Duke’s bike, touching it here and there. “New Yamaha? Cool!” Somehow, they decided that Mark would drive, I’d sit in the middle, and Duke would sit behind me. The handlebars were low, and the rear seat was quite high, so when I straddled the bike, clutching my skirt, my hips were inevitably tilted upwards. My skirt naturally rode up, exposing my entire pale, long legs, and even my thong was faintly visible. The skirt offered almost no coverage. “Hold on tight!” Once Duke was settled behind me, steadying me by my shoulders, Mark revved the engine. The motorcycle roared to life and shot forward like an arrow from a bow. Caught off guard, my entire body lurched backward, and my perky, rounded backside sank directly between Duke’s legs. The thin fabric was instantly pierced by the heat. I quickly hugged Mark, but from behind me, I heard Duke let out a suppressed grunt right by my ear. Mark continued to accelerate. Duke’s grip on my slender waist tightened, pressing harder and harder against my backside through the thin fabric. The wild ride finally slowed to a normal speed when we reached the main road. “Fun, huh?” Mark called out. “So fun!” Feeling the strong body pressing against my rear, I slid my hand inside Mark’s shirt, exploring up and down, and called back loudly. People are so strange. If this had been before, I never would have done something like this in front of another person. But after the incident on the bus, an indescribable thrill welled up inside me. I secretly arched my butt back a little more. And so, sandwiched between two men, I rode until the motorcycle stopped in front of the old family house. “Boom! Boom! Boom!” The sound of drums echoed through the village, each beat heavier than the last, igniting the whole village into a frenzy. In the distant town square, tables were already set for a feast. Alex, Mark’s younger brother, was leading his new bride, Sarah, around, distributing cigarettes and pouring drinks for guests. The atmosphere at the banquet grew livelier and livelier. Mark was quickly pulled away by childhood friends. When the village men saw me alone, they circled me, grinning, insistently offering me drinks. I couldn’t refuse. I drank more and more, my whole body warm and light, my waist as soft as noodles. I vaguely heard them complimenting my pale skin and large hips, saying how every man would want me. Finally, I couldn’t take their crude and direct jokes any longer. Ignoring their attempts to stop me, I slipped out from under one man’s arm, my chest heaving, and fled. Even when someone groped my butt in the chaos, I didn’t dare look back. Back at the old house, I immediately took off my skirt. Sure enough, I needed to change my underwear again. I closed the door, turned off the lights in both the main room and the back room, fetched a basin of water, and squatted to wash myself. “Creak…” Just then, I heard the sound of the outer door opening. Someone was here! I frantically pulled up my underwear, not daring to make a sound. If anyone saw me secretly washing myself, I’d die of embarrassment! “Huh?” It was Alex’s new wife, Sarah. She seemed surprised that the back room door was open. She peeked in, didn’t see me crouched in the corner, and then lowered her voice. “Nobody here. Come in.” The man outside grunted in response. I held my breath, vaguely guessing what was happening but still disbelieving, and cautiously peered out from the doorway of the back room. I saw Sarah slowly backing up, and the man followed, grabbing her by the waist. Sarah’s full body arched backward from the waist, her head tilted high, a slender, drawn-out moan escaping her lips. In the darkness, it sounded like a combination of something wanton and the thrilling secrecy of a forbidden tryst. She hooked her legs around the man’s waist, holding his head, giggling like a harlot. “You heartless animal! Getting the groom drunk on purpose just to steal his wife…” The man chuckled. “Wild thing! Your big butt shaking like that, didn’t you want me to take you?” I froze instantly, my heart pounding. The man was Duke. He was having an affair with the new bride?! Sarah panted, “Get lost, are you the only man in this whole village? What if I want to seduce someone else?” “Can anyone else satisfy you?” Duke shoved Sarah onto the bed in the main room, tearing at her clothes. Blurry dark and light figures rolled together, the rustle of fabric, the sound of ragged breaths, and the surreptitious atmosphere of their affair stretched the air in the room to a breaking point. “You animal, you’re like a beast…” My face was crimson with embarrassment. How could Sarah say such scandalous things? Unconsciously, I craned my neck to get a better look, but accidentally knocked against a bamboo drying rack with dried vegetables on it. CLANG! The noise startled the two lovers. “Who’s there?” Duke, without even pulling up his pants, burst into the back room and stood before me, his erection terrifyingly large. “You?” His eyes gleamed with a strange light. He turned to Sarah and ordered, “Go guard the door outside. I need to talk to Alice!” Sarah, completely at a loss, stumbled to pull on her clothes and obey. My hair was disheveled, my face burning with shame. I dared not look at Duke’s naked body. I tried to squeeze past him, but he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly. My heart hung in mid-air. I struggled in his embrace, my face flushed, gasping, “Let me go… I… I won’t say anything… just…” CRASH! The door was shut from the outside by Sarah. Duke spread his arms, effortlessly lifted me, and threw me onto the bed, pinning me down. “Ah!” Feeling Duke’s powerful muscles, I let out a small shriek. My head spun, and I struggled to breathe. “The only way I’ll believe you won’t tell is if everyone’s involved in this mess.” Duke grabbed my waist, lifted me easily, and flipped me over, trying to pull my skirt off. “No… stop…” He was hurting me slightly, making it hard to speak. I could only writhe my body, mouth agape, gasping for air. Just then, Duke’s hand slid under my skirt. Oh god! Oh god! I quickly grabbed his hand, squeezing my legs together. “Don’t… don’t touch me… let go!” “You’re acting all innocent now, but you’re just as eager.” Duke tore my skirt open, then used one arm to pin my hands behind my back, trapping me like a prisoner. “On the motorcycle today, your butt was practically begging for it, wasn’t it?” My secret desire exposed, my face burned so hot it felt like blood would burst through my skin. My hips thrashed in a frantic struggle, completely lost. Until he ripped my underwear off completely, leaving it tangled around my ankles… In that instant, countless possibilities flashed through my mind. If I fought back, would Duke kill me to keep me silent? The thought sent a jolt of panic through me, and I struggled frantically. But Duke’s nearly 200 pounds of weight on top of me made it impossible to run, even to breathe. “Help… me! Is anyone… here…” Duke realized that even with his hand over my mouth, I could still make noise. He changed his grip, clamping his thumb and forefinger around my mouth, the other fingers pinching my chin, preventing me from making any sound. “Mmph… mmph…” Duke’s grip was so tight that the sounds I made were completely unintelligible. But his position also gave me an opportunity to bite him. I bit down with all my strength. Blood seeped from the web between Duke’s thumb and forefinger. The metallic taste filled my mouth. Seizing the moment when Duke recoiled in pain, I kicked his knee and broke free from his grip. I lunged for the door. Sarah’s eyes widened. She stood in front of me, arms spread wide like a hen protecting her chicks. “Can you… not say anything?” I swallowed hard. “Outside, your wedding party is still in full swing. And you, the bride, are in here with another man. Are you not ashamed, Sarah?” Sarah bit her lower lip, not responding, only staring intently at me. “Just mind your own business. Pretend you didn’t see anything. Nothing happened.” “What if I decide to tell everyone?” I challenged. “Then you’ll stay here too,” Sarah replied. Stay here? What does that mean? I heard a sound behind me. Without daring to look back, I bolted towards the door. “If you dare to speak, I’ll take you right now!” Duke grabbed me from behind, tearing my outer shirt in a few swift motions. “You ruined my plans, and now you want to run? I’ll have you tonight, and then let’s see what you dare to say!” I knew that if I continued to struggle like this, I was doomed. I tried to fish my phone out of my pocket to call 911, but as soon as I pulled it out, it was knocked from my hand. In desperation, I screamed, “If you come any closer, I’ll kill myself right now!”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392532”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

After my breakup, my friend introduced me to a cycling club. But I never imagined that these glamorous cycling nights held such unspeakable secrets. I even saw my friend with a male member… My eyes widened, my heart pounded, and a strange desire to try it myself flickered within me. Because… I had been longing for a moment like this for a very long time. … Ever since Jake and I broke up, I’d been in a rut. It wasn’t that I was madly in love with him, but our time together had simply been too exhilarating. He was handsome, strong, wildly charismatic yet secretly intense—every woman’s dream guy. His body was sculpted, from his perfectly defined abs to his mind-blowing stamina, and something else unforgettable that left me breathless every time we were together. Jake was a master of seduction. He introduced me to different ways of exploring intimacy, and it was during one of our role-play sessions that I first discovered the thrill it brought. I quickly became obsessed. Nurse and patient, delivery driver and customer, police officer and convict, duke and maid… We constantly tried different roles, different environments. It turned out role-play could unleash an unstoppable desire within me; once I experienced that peak, I couldn’t get enough. My hidden desires had just never been unlocked until I met someone as exceptional as Jake. Eventually, things spun out of control. He couldn’t handle my constant desire for elaborate, all-night role-play, and finally, he chose to leave me. After Jake and I split, I dated other guys, but none of them could give me the kind of incredible experiences he did. Seeing me in such a prolonged slump, my best friend, Chloe, suggested I find something else to distract myself. “Why don’t you come to a cycling party with me? I just joined a cycling club, and it’s pretty wild. It’s like a true hedonist’s paradise. After seeing it, you’ll forget all about him.” As she said this, her eyes shimmered with a knowing glow, and a significant smile played on her lips. But at the time, I didn’t notice. I just thought she simply wanted me to get out and about, to shake off my post-breakup blues. Realizing that staying miserable wasn’t an option, I agreed to her suggestion and quickly joined the cycling club’s group chat with her. The moment I joined, a few eager members started demanding new recruits post photos. I wasn’t keen on exposing my privacy like that to strangers, so I ignored them. But Chloe, without asking, just sent my photo right into the chat. “This is my girl, Ashley. Pretty, right? She’s super smart, and she was even our campus sweetheart back in college!” “Wow! An absolute stunner! My eyes have been opened!” “Chloe, why didn’t you introduce your friend to the group sooner? If I’d known we could meet such gorgeous women, I never would’ve gotten a girlfriend!” “Leave it to Chloe! She always thinks of us single guys first…” Someone directly @-mentioned me: “Hey, beautiful, free this weekend? Come cycling with us.” The group chat exploded with messages. I went to the bathroom, and by the time I came back, there were 99+ notifications. Seeing so many people tagging me, I scrolled up in confusion. When I saw the photo Chloe had sent, I nearly fainted. That girl! Of all the photos, she had to send our swimsuit photoshoot picture. In the photo, I was wearing nothing but a bikini, posed alluringly by the pool, looking up at the camera. My wet hair clung to my exposed skin, creating an alluring, “come hither” wet look that was incredibly sexy. I quickly messaged her, telling her to take it down, but Chloe seemed oblivious to my messages, chatting animatedly with the men in the group. After a long while, she finally sent me a mischievous emoji. “What are you being shy for? There are so many fit guys here. Isn’t there anyone better than Jake?” “I’m doing this for your own good, sis! I want you to find your second spring. Don’t worry, I’ve vetted them for you. You’ll definitely be satisfied.” Seeing that the recall period had passed, there was nothing I could do. I gave up on the idea. But the thought of so many strangers seeing my private photo sent a strange thrill stirring within me. Combined with Chloe’s words, I found myself, almost instinctively, agreeing to their weekend cycling invitation in the group chat. 2 Soon, Chloe helped me buy a complete set of cycling gear for our weekend getaway. I’m not sure if she ordered incorrectly, but the cycling outfit I received was a schoolgirl-style outfit. However, I was truly surprised when I saw Chloe’s cycling gear; she specifically sent me photos. It looked fully armored, but was actually a revealing, ‘playful’ outfit underneath! I gaped, sending her three question marks. Chloe replied mysteriously, “You don’t understand, Ashley. This is the real joy of cycling.” “Just imagine, how many little pebbles on the road, how the bumpy mountain paths feel… It can really make you feel like you’re floating.” “This is a custom-made outfit. Yours is a bit more conservative than mine, but it’s still great. I was worried you couldn’t handle my level.” I was both intimidated and fascinated by her outrageous idea. But her description was so vivid, I couldn’t help but feel a flush of heat, and I started to look forward to tomorrow’s trip. The next morning, Chloe knocked on my door. She’d driven over, and our bicycles were folded in her trunk. “We have a specific starting point, and it’s a bit far. You can sleep for a while; I’ll wake you when we get there.” Last night, thinking about what she’d said, I hadn’t slept much, so I was indeed a bit tired. I listened to her and caught up on sleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but Chloe woke me up. Groggily, I glanced out the car window and realized we were in a very secluded place. “We’re here! This entire mountain has been booked out by the club founder. The downside is it’s a bit far, but the upside is there’s no one around, so we can do whatever we want.” Chloe excitedly patted my shoulder. “The mountain roads here are quite narrow; cars can’t go up. We’ll have to cycle ourselves.” Saying this, she got out of the car and took our two bikes from the trunk. Before we started cycling, she scanned my schoolgirl-style skirt with a mischievous look. “The mountain wind is strong, and the path isn’t smooth. Just enjoy the unique sensation.” With Chloe’s gleeful laugh, I began my first cycling adventure. Soon, I understood what she meant by “unique.” Chloe was right; the bumpy mountain paths added quite a challenge to our ride. But it was precisely because of this that our two specially customized cycling outfits came into play. With each jolt of the mountain path, the thin fabric of my underwear would press against the bike seat, creating an unusual sensation. As I pedaled hard, I found myself grappling with a strange mix of discomfort and a forbidden thrill emanating from below. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. Chloe seemed accustomed to this kind of cycling. Though her face was clearly flushed, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I even saw a large damp patch on her bike seat. There was no need to wonder what it was. I never would have imagined my usually quiet best friend was so adventurous. If I hadn’t shared so many private conversations with her after my breakup, I doubt she would have ever revealed this side to me. Soon, we arrived at the club’s gathering point she’d told me about. It was a large clearing with two big tents set up. Surprisingly, there was even a small wilderness hot spring built nearby. Hearing our approach, four men immediately emerged to greet us. Chloe introduced them one by one, especially the club founder. She called him Marcus. “Marcus, this is my friend, Ashley. It’s her first time at our event, so you really have to take good care of her, okay?” Chloe bit her lip and winked at Marcus, her eyes conveying some unspoken message. I just stood there shyly, greeting them. The men’s gazes swept over Chloe and me. Soon, someone noticed the subtle implications of Chloe’s outfit. “Chloe, what you’re wearing today looks even better than last time…” As he spoke, two men standing beside her hooked an arm around her waist, one on each side. I even saw one of them squeeze her rear! 3 Sandwiched between the two men, Chloe didn’t resist; instead, she seemed to revel in it. She playfully swatted one of the men’s chests. “Ashley’s still here, guys. We can play later, the three of us.” I stared, wide-eyed, watching her joke with the two men, and a strange thought stirred in my mind. The “play” she mentioned… surely it wasn’t what I was thinking? Before I could ponder it further, Marcus, the club founder, approached, attempting to wrap an arm around my waist. He wore a tight black athletic suit, his abdominal muscles faintly visible, making him look incredibly strong. However, the possessive stickiness in his gaze made me uneasy. His eyes, especially, were intensely invasive, lingering boldly on my chest, making my heart race. I moved away, excusing myself by saying I was tired from the ride and wanted to rest in a tent. Chloe gave me a knowing smile. “Well, you’ll need to pick a tent, then. We only have three tents here, and we draw numbers to pick tent assignments.” What? If I didn’t draw the same number as Chloe, wouldn’t I have to share a tent with a stranger? A man and a woman sleeping in the same tent… What would happen was obvious. My face instantly flushed like an apple, and I stammered, “That… that’s not right, I…” Chloe burst out laughing. “Just teasing you! You’ll sleep with me tonight.” Hearing that, I relaxed. It wasn’t that I was a conservative woman, but it was our first time meeting, and I instinctively wanted to maintain a sense of proper decorum. Driving to the campsite had taken up a lot of time. Like seasoned pros, they organized a picnic lunch, then began discussing the afternoon’s entertainment. Chloe suggested a race. They would mark out a route in the mountains, and then four men would take one woman each on their bikes to see who could reach the finish line first. Saying this, she looked at me, a sly grin on her face. “The top two finishers get to join two ladies for a hot spring dip under the stars tonight.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “And it’s a naked dip, by the way…” Her bold suggestion startled me, my heart pounding. I wanted to refuse, but I was outnumbered, with everyone else eagerly agreeing. In the end, I could only silently nod. A little voice in my head scoffed: You’re totally into this, aren’t you? Yet you still put on this act. The first man to take me was a heavyset man. The mountain path they’d chosen was winding and steep. He quickly gave up, waving his hand and saying he needed to rest. Left with no choice, Marcus, who was originally supposed to be with Chloe, became my partner. He looked much stronger than the others, and had the best chance of winning. As the second round began, Marcus immediately scooped me up, positioning me in front of him, and sped ahead. I was perched on the special crossbar of his bike, feeling his rock-hard chest pressed against my back. He was incredibly robust; I silently counted his abs—all eight of them. Whether accidental or intentional, he kept riding straight over bumps and rocks he could easily have avoided, sending me bouncing up and down on the bike. Before long, I felt an unfamiliar sensation stirring within me. Especially when I felt a certain rigid firmness pressing against my back, I knew my underwear was completely damp. I kept my head down, not daring to speak, afraid he’d notice my body’s reaction. Thankfully, his stamina was immense. The fat man had only ridden half the distance, but Marcus reached the finish line effortlessly. In the second round, we were the first team to arrive at the end.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392531”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

My stepmom sent me to live with her best friend, Aunt Michelle, whose place was much closer to my university. What I never expected was that every time my grades improved, Aunt Michelle would give me a special reward. Driven by the desire to get into an overseas grad program, and by the unique allure of a mature woman, I’d never studied so hard in my life. What I also didn’t expect was that this temporary stay would unveil a deep secret… 1 Knock, knock, knock! My stepmom tapped softly on the front door. A moment later, it slowly swung open, and a languid, mature figure drifted into my sight, immediately capturing my full attention. Her dark hair was loosely coiled at the back of her head, held by a simple white claw clip. She wore a silky, long-sleeved robe over a thin slip dress, and a pair of plush white slippers on her feet. Her exquisite face held a hint of sleepiness, as if she’d just woken up. This was Aunt Michelle, my stepmom Sarah’s best friend, a devoted bachelorette. I’d only met her a handful of times, but she’d left an undeniable impression. Her mature charm and voluptuous figure were simply too captivating. “Say hello to Aunt Michelle!” My stepmom nudged me with her elbow, pulling me from my daze of staring. I snapped back, my face flushing, and dutifully managed, “Hi, Aunt Michelle.” What excited me even more was the fact that for the next three months, I’d be staying at her place, and she lived alone. This was Stepmom Sarah’s plan. Our house was in a suburban estate, quite a distance from my university, and commuting wasted too much time. Aunt Michelle’s house, on the other hand, was right next to campus, and since she lived alone, Stepmom Sarah had arranged for me to stay there until my college admissions were finalized. Aunt Michelle offered a gentle smile. “Come in, come in…” She ushered Stepmom Sarah and me inside. In the living room, Stepmom Sarah squeezed Aunt Michelle’s hand. “Ethan’s going to be a handful for you,” she sighed. Aunt Michelle waved a dismissive hand. “He’s practically family, don’t be silly!” After some pleasantries, Stepmom Sarah pulled Aunt Michelle out for a shopping trip. Watching Aunt Michelle change into a pristine white sundress, I was completely mesmerized. For a young guy like me, she possessed a fatal allure. Once they left, I was alone in the house and immediately felt a little bored. I turned on the TV for background noise and started wandering around the apartment. 2 Aunt Michelle lived in a cozy three-bedroom apartment. The master was hers, the second bedroom was given to me, and the smallest bedroom remained locked. Aunt Michelle had completely bypassed it when she showed me around. It seemed like it held some kind of secret. That made me quite curious. But without a key, I couldn’t get in, so I had to forcefully suppress my curiosity. I’d have to wait and see if an opportunity to investigate would arise later. Next, I set my sights on the master bedroom, very eager to see what Aunt Michelle’s room looked like. Unfortunately, the door was locked. A pang of disappointment went through me. But thinking about it, it was perfectly normal. After all, a guy had suddenly moved into her home; she had every right to keep her private space secure. After that, I grabbed a soda and settled into the sofa to watch TV. When I got up to use the restroom, I saw a piece of delicate lingerie on the vanity. My heart instantly started racing. And I… I picked it up. That evening, Aunt Michelle returned alone, handing me a takeout container. “Your stepmom went straight home,” she told me. “She told me to tell you to hit the books hard, or she’d make sure you regret it!” I nodded frantically, though I suspected that last part was all Aunt Michelle. Watching her graceful movements, I felt a little uneasy, knowing I’d done something pretty embarrassing. After speaking, Aunt Michelle went into her room and stayed there for a long time. About half an hour later, she emerged carrying a pile of clothes and vanished into the bathroom. Through the frosted glass door, I could make out a silhouette, like a tantalizing shadow play. The food in my mouth lost all its taste. The alluring scene before me sent my imagination wild, and I even fantasized about pulling open the door for a closer look. Alas, I was tempted, but nowhere near brave enough. After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door slowly opened, and Aunt Michelle stepped out. Water dripped steadily from her hair, and her towel seemed incredibly thin. I suddenly felt a flush of heat and quickly gulped down a glass of cold water. 3 Aunt Michelle, drying her hair, looked at me and chuckled. “Got a lot of energy, do we?” My face instantly turned crimson. Aunt Michelle just smiled softly. “What’s there to be shy about? It’s perfectly understandable at your age.” I had the desire, but not the courage, and could only force myself to look away. I didn’t notice the slight curl of Aunt Michelle’s lips, a hint of a mischievous, knowing smile. Aunt Michelle walked over to me and whispered, her warm breath caressing my ear, “If you can make it into the top 20 in your class on the next exam, Auntie will give you a little reward…” The lingering fragrance intoxicated me, and Aunt Michelle’s words sent a thrill through me. Her smile was like a demon’s, tempting and insidious. “Exactly what you’re imagining, little guy…” she purred. Then, Aunt Michelle headed towards her room. “Been shopping all day, Auntie’s tired, so I’m heading to bed. You too, little guy, wash up and get some sleep!” “Okay, okay!” I stammered, my voice trembling slightly with excitement. … I splashed cold water on my face, but it didn’t help. My mind was still racing. I turned on my computer and accessed an exclusive, members-only adult website. Most people couldn’t even get in, and [PREMIUM CONTENT] the staggering $150 a month subscription fee was way beyond the average person’s budget. [/PREMIUM CONTENT] I typed “mature women” into the search bar. Hitting enter, a cascade of videos popped up. I randomly clicked on one. The woman in the video wore a fox mask, her figure full and incredibly enticing. As I watched, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she looked a lot like Aunt Michelle. Unconsciously, I started to imagine the woman was Aunt Michelle. Soon enough, I breathed a sigh of relief. Afterwards, I searched the woman’s stage name: Crimson Vixen. A flood of videos appeared, each description wilder than the last. Whether it was my imagination playing tricks, I increasingly felt that this woman was strikingly similar to Aunt Michelle. Although I tried to deny it, the woman in the video also somewhat resembled my stepmom… I couldn’t understand why I was getting that feeling! In the following days, I settled into my cohabitation with Aunt Michelle. It was a novel experience, but also incredibly difficult! Aunt Michelle was simply too tempting; her every move, every smile, left me completely captivated. Sometimes, Aunt Michelle and I would even have some physical contact, which was incredibly exhilarating, showing me what true ‘soft jade and warm fragrance’ felt like. It got to the point where every night, I had to open the website and play the Crimson Vixen videos. Gradually, I started to directly associate the performer with Aunt Michelle. … That day, the exam results were finally released. My tireless studying paid off – I’d jumped straight from somewhere in the 40s to the 20th spot! It was a monumental leap. After school, I rushed home and found Aunt Michelle lounging casually on the sofa, watching TV. I showed her my rank on my phone. Aunt Michelle glanced at it, then smiled. “So, what kind of reward do you want?” My gaze unconsciously drifted to Aunt Michelle. She nodded, and instinctively, I wanted to lunge forward. But Aunt Michelle shook her head. “Little guy, don’t get too greedy.” A moment later, Aunt Michelle pushed me away. “Alright, little guy, that’s enough reward for this time. If you do well next time, there’ll be more rewards…” With that, Aunt Michelle swayed her hips and headed back to her room. I immediately sprinted back to my room and fired up my computer. I opened the familiar website and pulled up a Crimson Vixen video. Just as I was about to close the site, a prominent headline flashed across the top: [PREMIUM CONTENT] “Crimson Vixen Finally Unmasked: An Unmissable Solo Special!” [/PREMIUM CONTENT] I eagerly clicked, but it required a separate payment. Without a moment’s hesitation, I paid. The more I watched Crimson Vixen’s videos, the more convinced I was that she was Aunt Michelle. And the crucial detail was that one night, when I’d gotten up to use the restroom, I’d vaguely heard sounds similar to those in the video coming from the small bedroom. 4 I was certain that was Aunt Michelle’s voice. This only solidified my belief that Crimson Vixen was Aunt Michelle. The video slowly played. Crimson Vixen, draped in a sheer veil, slowly removed her mask. When I saw her true face, my jaw dropped. I froze! It wasn’t Aunt Michelle. It was… it was my stepmom, Sarah. How was this possible? It utterly blew my mind; I never imagined Crimson Vixen would be someone I knew! Which meant, all this time, I’d been doing things to her image… Thinking about it, I nearly broke down. In my mind, my stepmom Sarah was always graceful and gentle. She married my dad two years after my birth mom passed away, when I was only three. She’d treated me as her own, and for my sake, she never had any more children with my dad. But why would she do this? We weren’t short on money. I suddenly thought of Aunt Michelle. As Stepmom Sarah’s best friend, she had to know Sarah very well. I quickly left my room and knocked on Aunt Michelle’s door. It took a while, but a sleepy-eyed Aunt Michelle finally opened it. She looked like she was about to scold me, but seeing my distraught expression, she held her tongue. “What’s wrong?” she asked with concern. “Do you know my stepmom really well?” I asked. Aunt Michelle nodded. I stared at her. “What kind of person do you think she is?” Aunt Michelle spoke softly. “She’s a wonderful person. Gentle and caring, very considerate, and great at looking after people. To me, she’s like an older sister.” “Come with me…” I pulled Aunt Michelle’s hand and led her to my room. I pointed at the computer, where the video was still playing. “This can’t be my stepmom, right?” A flicker of almost imperceptible panic crossed Aunt Michelle’s eyes. She said softly, “I think it’s better if your stepmom tells you about this herself…” With that, she walked out of the room. A short while later, I heard her voice from the living room, making a phone call, probably directly to my stepmom, Sarah. I closed my laptop, my mind a tangled mess. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door. Aunt Michelle, who had been waiting in the living room, opened it. Stepmom Sarah came into my room, sat on the edge of my bed, and took my hand. “The person in the video isn’t me,” she said softly. “It’s my twin sister, Jessica.” “Really?” The disappointment and panic in my heart instantly dissolved by more than half. Stepmom Sarah nodded, sitting beside me. “My sister and I never had a good relationship from childhood. I followed the path: elementary, middle, high school, college, then work. Eventually, I met your dad and got married.” “My sister, on the other hand, was completely different. She liked taking shortcuts and would do whatever it took to get what she wanted. I actually knew she was doing this a long time ago and tried to talk her out of it, but it was useless. She never liked me much to begin with, and my advice only fueled her rebellious streak, making her even more determined to pursue that line of work. Eventually, I just gave up trying to stop her…” “Because of it, I completely cut ties with her. Plus, our parents passed away early, so I essentially just pretended I didn’t have a sister. Your dad knows about this, though; he just never told you.” I wiped away my tears. “I didn’t believe you would do something like that!” Stepmom Sarah stroked my head. “Don’t dwell on it. Your studies are the most important thing!” I nodded heavily. She then pointed at the computer. “You should watch less of this kind of stuff from now on. It’s not good for you.” I scratched my head, a little embarrassed, and just mumbled, “Okay.” But in my heart, I was thinking, as long as I’m living with Aunt Michelle, it’s going to be hard to quit… The next morning, as I rubbed my sleepy eyes and entered the living room, I was stunned by the sight before me. Aunt Michelle was doing yoga in a super-tight athletic outfit.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392530”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

A whisper of silk gave way, and I found myself enveloped in a breathless intimacy. The damp, slick friction beneath me sent a flush of shameful pleasure through my veins, a desperate, intoxicating rush. “You… you’re so good at this,” I gasped, barely able to breathe. “I’m… I’m melting.” My hips swayed, an unstoppable rhythm… My name is Ashley, and I’m an art major. To make classes easier, my best friend and I rented an apartment near campus. That night, I walked through the door after class to find my roommate, Chloe, sprawled naked and pale on the living room sofa. Her body was covered in unmistakable marks of intimacy. A blush crept up my neck; clearly, she and her boyfriend had been at it again. Just then, the shower door opened. A man emerged, completely naked, water still clinging to his muscular frame. It was Chloe’s boyfriend, Jake. He’d obviously just showered, still unclad, and his… arousal was impossible to ignore. Clearly, they’d just finished, and I’d walked in before they had a chance to compose themselves. Jake was a swimmer—tall, handsome, with an athletic build that was truly top-tier. I’d seen him compete a few times and couldn’t help but be intrigued. But he was my roommate’s boyfriend, and that was a line I shouldn’t cross. To make matters worse, every time he stayed over, they’d be at it all night, sometimes until dawn. And Chloe’s moans were impossible to ignore. Every time they ‘did their thing,’ I’d find myself hot and restless, forced to resort to my own little toy to soothe my empty body. Staring at Jake’s powerfully built physique, I felt an undeniable surge of longing. Hiding my true thoughts, I feigned nonchalance: “You guys should probably get dressed. I’m going back to my room.” A burning gaze followed me as I walked away. He was… staring at me. It wasn’t surprising, really. Ever since I was little, I’d always been the object of male fantasy. My face was stunning, and my body had developed early: full breasts, a slender waist, long legs, and a shapely behind. I waited a long time in my bedroom until the living room finally went quiet. Only then did I emerge, ready to take a shower. I locked the bathroom door, shed my clothes, and reached for the laundry hamper to toss in my underwear, when I noticed something was off. Before I left, I’d neatly folded my damp panties from the night before and placed them inside. But now, that thong was incredibly rumpled. Frowning in confusion, I picked up the fabric, and a thick, pungent liquid smeared onto my hand. This… this was definitely a man’s… Jake. He’d actually used my underwear for that, and deliberately left the evidence… Was he trying to see my reaction? My face burned. To think that just today, this fabric that touched my most private parts had been… toyed with by Jake… I couldn’t help myself. Slowly, I extended my tongue and licked it. The man’s scent exploded on my tongue. That feeling sent my desire soaring to an unbearable peak. Time dissolved around me. My most intimate parts throbbed, swollen and raw from friction. When I finally snapped back to reality, I was appalled by my own actions. Was I really that desperate? To be aroused by my own roommate’s boyfriend, the one I’d only fantasized about? I frantically threw the thong into the hamper, my face blazing as if on fire, and practically fled into the shower. Warm water cascaded over me as I scrubbed my body, trying desperately to empty my mind. It felt like the only way to suppress the craving deep within my soul. But when I finally emerged from the bathroom, breathless, arms aching and legs weak, I noticed the guest bedroom door was slightly ajar, a sliver of dim yellow light spilling into the dark living room. And filling that darkness were Chloe’s soft, languid moans. My heart, which had just begun to calm, hammered in my chest again. Holding my breath, I crept step by step towards the guest bedroom door. Peeking through the crack, I looked inside. On the bed, Chloe lay sprawled, soft and pliable, her pretty face upturned, eyes glazed over. Her lips trembled uncontrollably. “Ashley… isn’t asleep yet,” she whimpered. “Are you… trying to make her listen?” Jake, his abs clearly defined, radiating explosive power, panted in reply, “Isn’t it… because you’re so wild?” “Liar… liar! Don’t think I don’t know, you… you just want her…” Jake slowed his rhythm. “That slender waist… that ass, swaying like that… what man wouldn’t?” I flushed crimson, utterly mortified. I never dreamed Jake would be fantasizing about me while he was with Chloe! My mouth fell open, exhaling ragged breaths. I wanted to flee, but my legs felt nailed to the floor, unable to move. Just then, Jake suddenly looked up, and our eyes met. “Ah!” I shrieked, trembling, scared half to death. I stumbled back to my bedroom. The shame of being caught spying, combined with the intoxicating thrill of discovering Jake had defiled my underwear, became too much. My body went weak, and I collapsed onto the bed. I wanted it so badly! I wanted a man to appear on my bed right then! Anyone! No matter the consequences, as long as he was as strong as Jake! As long as he could fill the emptiness inside me! I clamped my legs around the pillow in my covers, trying desperately to suppress the restless urge that threatened to burst through my body. My toes curled, I writhed, biting my lip hard. Until the second before I fell asleep, I was still thinking: If only Chloe weren’t here, Jake would definitely pounce on me, wouldn’t he? But I never imagined that day would come so soon. Last week, I left work and found myself caught in a torrential downpour as I exited the subway. I called Chloe, asking if she could bring me an umbrella. But it was Jake who showed up to pick me up. The wind was ferocious, driving the rain sideways. He only had one umbrella, and by the time we got back to the apartment, both of us were practically soaked through. When I stepped inside, I saw Chloe wasn’t there. Only his new poodle, Buddy, was listlessly curled up by the sofa. Jake told me Chloe had left that afternoon for an unexpected business trip. She’d gotten my call and asked him to pick me up. After he finished, Jake urged me to take a shower. “Hurry and change out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.” I didn’t think much of it; I was genuinely soaked to the bone and shivering. But when I finished my shower and went to get dressed, I realized Jake had rushed me so much that I’d vaguely walked into the bathroom without grabbing any clean underwear or clothes. That’s when a daring thought sparked in my mind: If that’s the case, why wear anything at all? After a moment of hesitation, I wrapped myself in a bath towel. But the towel was too small. If it covered my chest, it wouldn’t cover my butt. After several adjustments, I barely managed to keep myself covered, but any significant movement would reveal everything. Stepping out of the bathroom, I saw Jake, shirtless, doing ab wheel exercises in the living room. Hearing me, he tilted his head and let his gaze sweep over my entire body, from bottom to top. His stare was undisguised, predatory as a wildfire. My face felt like it was on fire, and my legs trembled slightly. He was half-lying on the floor, and from that angle, he had a perfect view of the secrets beneath my towel. Against my better judgment, I didn’t avert his gaze. Instead, I settled onto the sofa, playfully wiggling my foot at Buddy, and watched Jake work out. “Still haven’t had enough of him licking you?” Jake’s words made me blush again. The day he brought Buddy home, Chloe and I had been playfully daring each other, taking turns letting the dog lick our feet. We’d even pretended to moan in ecstasy, joking about who could sound more ‘intense.’ Chloe had secretly recorded it and sent the video to Jake. “Looks like you really enjoy being licked, huh?” Jake dropped his ab wheel, bringing his face close to my legs. His eyes, dark and deep, were fixed intently on mine. His hot breath ghosted over my bare skin, seeming to blow straight into the depths of my soul, stirring a hollow anxiety within me. It was uncomfortable, a little achy, a little desperate. I wanted him. “I… I’m going back to my bedroom…” Though I’d mentally prepared myself for something to happen with Jake, for some reason, I was genuinely panicking in that moment. This man was simply too aggressive, too dominant. But no sooner had I sat on my bed than Jake pushed open the door and handed me his phone. “Chloe called,” he said. “She wants to know if you made it home.” I snatched the phone, eager to talk to her. I’d barely said a few words when Jake casually reached out. He brushed my hair back, then yanked downwards, pulling my bath towel clean off. I froze instantly. How… how dare he do that while I was on the phone with Chloe? Before I could even react, he took another half-step forward, shoved me onto the bed, then grabbed my slender waist and flipped me over. That was it; I was completely done for. This was my favorite position. And now, kneeling on the bed, I was utterly defenseless against Jake. All he had to do was thrust slightly, and he could take me completely. All the while, Chloe was still chattering on the phone about some amazing hair removal cream she wanted to recommend. I had no idea how to respond, only managing to nod and hum in agreement, while trying to push Jake away with my free hand. But he caught my hand, sucking on my fingers, then forcing me to touch him, leaving half my body tingling. It was an itch that went straight to my soul. So this was what it felt like to be overwhelmed by a man! Ignoring Chloe’s bewildered “hello? hello?” from the phone, I meekly arched my back, presenting myself. Jake’s hands gripped my waist. In that instant, I felt my soul soar, my every boundary of shame completely obliterated… Just then, Buddy suddenly started barking frantically at us. In a flash, I snapped back to my senses, violently struggling free and kicking Jake hard backwards. Jake, caught off guard in his relaxed state, stumbled back a step, releasing his hold on me. I seized the chance to try and escape. But even as he doubled over, clutching his stomach in pain, he still managed to snag my wrist with one hand, refusing to let me go. My delayed fear twisted into rage. “Are you insane?” I spat, furious. “If you try anything else, I’m calling the police right now!” Jake glared at me, slowly straightening up. “What are you playing at?” he sneered. “You were laughing hard enough last time you were spying, and you were practically begging for it just now. What, suddenly you’re innocent?” I shot back immediately, “When did I ever beg for it? Are you talking about me almost exposing myself just now? That was an accident! I didn’t do it on purpose. You saw me struggling with that towel while you were doing your planks and didn’t say anything, just kept staring. What’s your problem?” Jake scoffed, his eyes dropping to my chest. “Fine, staring up your towel was my fault, it cancels out your spying last time. But then why were you inviting me in just now? Nothing under that towel?” I was filled with regret. That behavior was undeniably provocative, open to interpretation, but I truly hadn’t thought of any other way at the time. “I just accidentally forgot, believe it or not,” I said. “Now let me go!” Before he could say anything else, Buddy darted to our feet, barking even more frantically at us. Even the dog knew something was wrong. Even the dog knew that his owner, Chloe, should be standing with Jake, not me. Jake released my hand, scooped up the dog, and growled menacingly at Buddy, “What are you butting in for? Want to see if I’ll stew you later?!” I quickly pushed him away and locked the door from the inside. My first instinct was to grab my phone and call Chloe immediately to tell her everything. But then I hesitated, unsure how to even begin explaining it. Chloe wouldn’t just take my word for it. If she questioned Jake, and he revealed my spying and the bath towel incident, I’d be in a difficult position. After all, anyone hearing it would frown, thinking it was intentional. And I had been a little confused, my judgment clouded by that wild, primal desire. I sighed, deciding to say nothing. Tit for tat, Jake probably wouldn’t bring it up to Chloe either, so I’d just pretend nothing happened. Let them continue their cozy, sweet life. Chloe and I could keep sharing the apartment as before; it would be best for everyone. Provided, of course, Jake kept his hands off me. I didn’t leave my bedroom again until Chloe returned. Later that night, I drifted into a hazy sleep, only to be jolted awake by knocking at my door. Assuming it was Jake, I snapped, “What do you want?”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392529”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

“Ah…” In the dorm common shower, I let out a soft groan and dropped the vibrating toy still clutched in my hand. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes hazy, my face flushed. An indescribable emptiness churned within me. My name is Olivia, though everyone calls me Liv, and I’m a college student. Since my first time in high school, I’d always had a guy. “Pure face, wild side” was how most of them described me. But I never would have imagined that my first boyfriend in college, the one I’d chosen so carefully, would turn out to be more obsessed with gaming than with me. We could be mid-makeout session, and if his buddies called for a game, he’d be out the door in an instant, ditching me to play with them. He couldn’t care less if I was satisfied. Compared to Blake, his roommate, who always had a hungry look in his eyes for my butt, it was night and day. I remember the first time I realized Blake’s… potential. I’d seen him single and decided to set up my best friend, Ashley, with him. They hit it off, and one night we ended up sharing a hotel room. We booked a two-bed room to save money. I took one bed, Ashley and Blake took the other. In the middle of the night, Ashley’s muffled pleas woke me. “Easy… easy there, you’re like a wild animal… I… I can’t take any more.” I cautiously opened my eyes to see Blake aggressively pinning Ashley beneath him, moving with relentless force. After what felt like an eternity—seriously, almost fifty minutes—Ashley couldn’t take it anymore. “Y-you… if you don’t stop… I’m gonna be seriously pissed!” Blake must’ve heard the genuine anger in her voice, because he wrapped things up pretty fast after that. I was so envious I practically drooled. Part of me wished I could rush in and take her place. But wishing aside, I never actually did it. Then I thought of my own boyfriend, Brandon. It was frustrating, like wanting something to be better but knowing it just wouldn’t be. Brandon was better than Kevin in every way except one: that one thing women crave and sometimes resent. I dried off, pushed those thoughts aside, and got ready to get dressed. But when I stepped out of the shower, still naked, I saw the locker mysteriously shut. Then it hit me: I’d heard the janitorial staff earlier, asking if anyone was in here. I’d been focused on moisturizing and hadn’t answered, so they must’ve thought the place was empty and locked up. “But I’m still completely naked! Not a single piece of clothing left out for me. How am I supposed to get out?” I frantically searched around, a wave of panic washing over me. I was utterly exposed, with nothing but my flip-flops and a towel. I was completely trapped. To make matters worse, tomorrow was the first day of Fall Break. I couldn’t even afford to spend the night here waiting for someone to rescue me. Finally, I steeled myself and made a decision: I’d have to go out naked and call for help. Not that I planned on streaking across campus. My idea was to hide behind the door, shield my naked body, explain my predicament, and ask someone to grab me some clothes. It would be incredibly embarrassing, sure, but at least it wouldn’t be complete social ruin. Without much more hesitation, I bit my lip, stood up, and carefully poked my head out of the changing room door. “Hello? Is anyone out there?” I called out. Silence. After a moment’s hesitation, I used my towel to cover my sensitive bits and tiptoed out of the changing room. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of shame and nervousness making my whole body feel flushed. I took a deep breath and called out again, but still, nothing. By now, I was gradually getting used to the feeling of being naked. My nerves had settled somewhat, and I felt a little bolder. I let go of my arms, which had been crossed defensively over my chest, and walked forward, exposed. After confirming the entire floor was deserted, I approached the exit. I looked up. The door was locked! It was a barred iron gate, and one of the bottom bars was missing, leaving a gap about a foot off the ground—just wide enough for my slender frame to squeeze through. I breathed a long sigh of relief. The girls’ dorm was too far, but the guys’ dorm was just across the way. Brandon and his roommates had all gone home for Fall Break, and I knew Brandon always left his spare key above the doorframe. I could easily slip over there and grab some clothes. No time to waste. I got down on my hands and knees and eagerly started to crawl through the gap in the iron gate. In that position, my slender waist naturally dipped, and my rounded backside lifted high, a truly compromising pose that felt almost… inviting. I knew how scandalous this position looked, but I was so desperate to escape that I couldn’t care less. Thanks to years of dance, my body was flexible. My upper half slid through easily, but my firm, full backside got completely stuck. I twisted my waist, wiggling my hips from side to side, trying to flatten my backside enough to get through. Just as I was struggling, about to give up from sheer exhaustion, I heard laughter in the distance. It was a group of guys, noisy and boisterous, heading straight towards me. Suddenly, a strange, dark thought wormed its way into my mind: What if they saw the dance major, stuck in a dog-like pose, half-naked in an iron gate? Would they take advantage? Would they… force me into all sorts of positions? The idea, the vulnerability, sent a shiver down my spine. I wouldn’t be able to fight back…

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392527”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

I always thought Ethan’s stepmom, Sarah, was graceful, beautiful, and pure. That was until after graduation when I moved into Ethan’s house. Late one night, I saw Sarah in the bathroom, wearing a provocative slip, watching an adult film on her phone and hiking up her skirt… … My name is Liam. After senior year of high school, my friend Ethan asked me to join him for a part-time job at a supermarket near his house. I agreed and went home with him that very day. It was there that I first saw his stepmom, Sarah. Sarah was wearing a tight black slip dress that slightly emphasized her cleavage. I immediately felt my mouth go dry and quickly averted my gaze downwards. My eyes landed on Sarah’s two long, pale legs, pressed tightly together. Her fair, slender legs were perfectly straight, and her delicate feet were adorned with red nail polish. Scenes from adult films inexplicably flashed through my mind, and I quickly lifted my head, turning away to hide my flushed face from Sarah. “I need to use the restroom first.” “Go ahead. Make yourself at home,” Ethan said, seemingly oblivious to my reaction. He pointed to the bathroom, then settled onto the sofa and turned on the TV. Sarah, however, smiled at me. Her foxy eyes, with a slight upturn at the corners when she chuckled softly, sent a ripple through my heart. “Ethan rarely brings friends over. Come on, I’ll show you.” She finished speaking and walked past me. A fragrance, like orchid and musk, filled my nostrils. She led the way, her tight, black body-hugging slip dress swaying rhythmically, her perfectly round and firm backside rising and falling with each graceful step. I had only been looking for an excuse to use the restroom. Now, seeing this, I wanted to clap my hand over myself to prevent any unsightly reactions Sarah might notice. But the more I looked, the more I felt as if Sarah’s slip dress was being worn without anything underneath! I couldn’t see any trace of underwear! Thinking back to before… I wondered if Sarah’s top half was also like that! Could it be that Sarah likes to wear things this way, to make it… convenient? As I followed Sarah, we reached the bathroom within a few steps, but Sarah suddenly paused. She gave me no time to react, quickly glancing down at me as I stopped. A faint smile touched her lips, her gaze lingering. “I never would have thought, for someone your age, you’re already so well-developed.” This… Sarah had seen it, and she was saying this to me. I felt a surge of panic. Sarah suddenly stepped forward and flicked my lower region. I yelped. Sarah giggled, her body shaking with laughter, her chest rising and falling. “Hehehe… Hurry up and do your business.” I felt like I’d been granted a reprieve, my face flushed and heart pounding, as I rushed into the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I saw a pile of red and purple intimate apparel. Most of them were just narrow strips of fabric. Connecting this to my earlier suspicion that Sarah preferred to go commando, and her deliberate teasing, my eyes widened, and my heart began to pound with excitement! Could Sarah be doing this on purpose? Teasing me, wanting me? Soon, I slapped myself on the forehead. That’s right, Ethan mentioned his dad is abroad and hasn’t been back in a long time. Sarah must be feeling empty and lonely. This is… this is her wanting… So, then… what about me? My mind began to conjure images of scandalous intimacy with Sarah, and my heart beat faster and faster. Certain parts of me also began to swell. It was a while before I emerged from the bathroom. Sarah had already started cooking, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. During dinner, I was surprised to find dishes that included foods known for their “energizing” properties, like large oysters. Sarah kept urging me to eat more. Her eyes watched me as if she wanted to devour me. What did this mean? I knew these dishes were supposedly potent for vitality. That night, I drifted off to sleep. Until I was awakened by the need to pee. I got up and went to the bathroom. Just as I was about to push the door open, I noticed it was ajar. Through the crack, I saw Sarah sitting on the toilet, holding her phone, watching something that made her face flush red. [End of Chapter 1. Unlock next chapter to continue!] 2 Soon, I heard sounds emanating from the phone through the door crack. I was instantly stunned. Sarah seemed to be watching a Japanese adult film, filled with the sounds of intimate acts between a man and a woman. My face instantly turned crimson. Sarah’s face grew redder and redder, and her eyes began to look distant. One hand slowly lifted her skirt. Sarah was wearing absolutely nothing underneath?! Before long, Sarah’s full chest was also rising and falling with her breathing. Just as I watched, dumbfounded and feeling like I was about to explode, losing all control, Sarah suddenly lifted her head, and her beautiful eyes looked right at me through the door crack! In that instant, I knew there was no hiding! At the same time, I didn’t want to hide! I wanted to go in, I wanted to… possess Sarah! The thought had just bloomed, and I felt a little scared, but quickly, looking at Sarah’s mesmerizing expression, I disregarded everything else. All I felt was my hormones surging, that impulse growing stronger and stronger. It was then that something made me swallow hard—Sarah actually crooked her finger at me. Seeing Sarah’s alluring look, I immediately rushed forward, eager to push open the bathroom door. “Liam, where’d you run off to? Are you in the bathroom? I need to go too…” Damn it, it was Ethan’s voice. I felt incredibly annoyed. I hadn’t expected a good thing to be right on the verge of happening, only for something unexpected to occur. Disappointed, I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside the bathroom, Sarah hastily began to pull her clothes back on. It was only then that I clearly saw it: Sarah’s black slip dress seemed different from other women’s slip dresses. It had a small strap inside that was tied to her leg. So, Sarah wasn’t going without underwear; the slip dress itself had built-in straps! What a wonderfully unique design! Sarah looked at me while anxiously dressing, placing her phone on the washing machine in the bathroom. I could clearly see the screen displaying… an adult film. A female actress, mature and sensual like Sarah, was wearing a similar black slip dress, bending over and wiping the floor. Behind her stood a male actor, younger than her, swallowing hard, his eyes burning with desire. Though I hadn’t seen this specific film before, it was clear that the mature, older actress was seducing the young actor, who was around my age. I instantly understood what was happening. It turned out Sarah was deliberately seducing me. This mature, alluring, married woman, Sarah, must have been dry for too long, and seeing me, she had developed improper thoughts. Sarah had already put her clothes back on, her face flushed as she looked at me. That mature and charming allure struck deep into my heart. Thump, thump, thump… Ethan’s footsteps grew closer. Sarah quickly picked up her phone, turned off the screen, and brushed past me. As she passed, her full breasts pressed against my body. Perhaps it was because the bathroom door was too narrow, or perhaps Sarah did it on purpose, but as she brushed past me, a unique fragrance emanated from her. At the same time, her soft breasts pressed against me, making my heart throb with excitement.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392526”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel

“Does it feel good… my husband has never made me feel like this…” In the dim room, the young woman knelt on the bed, looking back at me. Her breathing grew more ragged, her hazy eyes seemed to melt anyone she gazed upon. Just a day ago, I would never have dreamed of conquering Ms. Davies, my alluring English professor, and having her beneath me. My name is Alex Stone, a college freshman. Perhaps it was genetic, but I was born with an abundance of male hormones, leading to my, well, equipment developing at twice the rate of my peers. By the time I turned eighteen, it was truly something else. Not only did its length and girth grow exponentially, but due to an excessive amount of testosterone, my libido became incredibly potent. I needed to find a way to relieve myself twice a day, otherwise, I’d feel restless and uncomfortable all over. That day, I went to the office to ask for a leave of absence. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Ms. Davies wiping away tears. “Professor, what’s wrong?” Ms. Davies turned, forcing a calm demeanor. “Nothing, Alex. I was just tired, gave a big yawn.” “Oh… then I’ll go.” Since she didn’t want to say, I placed my leave request on her desk and turned to leave. But, as luck would have it, a sweep of my hand knocked over her thermos. Hot, steaming water splashed all over my lower abdomen and groin. For a moment, I thought I was ruined. I hopped around, clutching my crotch, wincing in pain. Ms. Davies panicked. “Where did it get you? Let me see!” I hesitated, a little awkward. Seeing my discomfort, Ms. Davies quickly grabbed my waistband, ready to pull down my pants. But just as she was about to pull, she paused. “Can you walk?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “Hiss… Kinda, kinda.” It was after school hours then, so there weren weren’t many people outside. Ms. Davies carefully but quickly helped me up to the fifth floor. She pulled out a key and opened the door to a small room opposite the storage closet. I looked around, noticing a desk and a bed inside. A few silk stockings were haphazardly tossed on the bed—it looked like her usual resting spot. Once inside, Ms. Davies helped me sit on the bed and then reached down to pull off my pants. “It was easy for someone to walk in the office earlier. Are you in pain? If the burn is serious, we have to go to the hospital!” Actually, I was almost fine by then. Though the water in the thermos was hot, it wasn’t boiling. It was more a fright than an actual burn. But lust often emboldens a man, especially with my heightened sex drive. Watching Ms. Davies kneel on the soft pad beside the bed, her captivating, beautiful face only eight inches from my groin, her luscious hourglass figure, magnified by the angle, was incredibly impactful. Her full breasts, encased in a black bra, trembled enticingly beneath her neckline, shining blindingly white. I couldn’t help but react. As my boxers slid down to my knees, my ‘member’ sprang out with a distinct thwack, like a giant snake. “Oh!” Ms. Davies hadn’t expected me to be so… gifted. She almost got hit in the face. She was visibly startled, covering her mouth with a soft gasp. Her eyes darted away. “You… quickly check… how is it?” “It just hurts…” My lifelong sexual happiness was at stake, so I naturally wouldn’t be careless. I lowered my head and inspected closely. I was relieved to find I wasn’t burned, only slightly red. The pain wasn’t from a burn, but more like a throbbing sensation from being overly aroused. Ms. Davies avoided my gaze, turning to grab a clean towel from the clothes rack. She moistened it and gently dabbed my lower abdomen. The warm breath she exhaled sprayed onto my skin, sending shivers through me. From the mirror behind her, it looked almost as if she were kneeling, attending to me. Recalling scenes from some novels, I deliberately arched my hips upward, bringing my ‘big treasure’ closer to Ms. Davies’s face. “Behave yourself…” Ms. Davies raised a hand and lightly smacked me. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. “No wonder… your nickname is ‘The Big Donkey’…” “Professor, how did you know?” “Your ex-girlfriend mentioned in the dorms that your ‘thing’ was especially big, and it just spread… Hahaha.” I awkwardly chuckled, pulling my abdomen back. Ms. Davies, seeing my expression ease, simply draped the towel over my ‘treasure’ and asked, “Are you okay now?” “Doesn’t hurt anymore, it feels warm,” I grinned foolishly. “That’s good. Don’t tell anyone about today, alright?” Ms. Davies advised, looking a little embarrassed. “Mmm-hmm, I know. It’s our little secret.” Hearing my words, Ms. Davies’s face flushed even deeper, a beautiful crimson that spread down her neck. Even though she was a mature woman, she could still display such girlish shyness. My unruly body stiffened again, and a fresh wave of desire flared within me. “You… what are you doing…” Ms. Davies froze, staring at the towel slowly rising from my erection. Her cherry-red lips parted in surprise. For a moment, the entire room was filled with an illicit tension. “I… I can’t control myself…” “I know, you’re at that age when your blood runs hot…” Ms. Davies seemed to conjure unspeakable images in her mind, her small tongue unconsciously licking her red lips, swallowing hard. “Prof—Professor…” I summoned my courage. “I’ve always liked you. Every time I see you, I get like this…” Ms. Davies stared at me blankly. After a long moment, she finally spoke. “You’re in puberty, it’s normal to have fantasies about the opposite sex. But it should be with girls your own age, not me…” “I can’t control it. And once it’s like this, it takes a long time to go down.” “Then you…” Ms. Davies actually looked a little abashed. “You… just take care of it yourself… just not too often, it’s bad for your health…” “Professor, can you… help me?” At that moment, I don’t know what I was thinking. I suddenly had a crazy impulse. I pulled the towel off, exposing my manhood, and blurted out the question. Ms. Davies froze. When she reacted, her face instantly flooded with crimson. She fiercely pinched my leg. “You dare tease your professor? You’re out of control…” Seeing her seem somewhat flustered and annoyed, I quickly stood up to appease her. But due to overexertion and my pants still being down, I immediately fell again. To make matters worse, my excited ‘member’ directly hit the corner of the desk, a painful blow. “Ah, it hurts so bad…” I writhed on the floor like a worm, clutching my groin. “What happened to you?” Seeing my distorted expression, Ms. Davies quickly kneeled over me, fumbling to see how badly I was hurt. “I… I went limp.” “What nonsense are you talking about?!” “But you’re so close to me… and it’s not reacting at all.” Ms. Davies looked at me in astonishment. I nodded helplessly. She, too, worried that I might actually be injured. She patted my back to comfort me. “Maybe you’re just too nervous. It’ll be fine in a moment.” Hearing that, I did calm down. Ms. Davies knelt on the bed, lost in thought. A few minutes later, she blushed again and leaned closer to ask, “Do you… feel anything now?” Actually, I was pretty much okay by then, but feeling Ms. Davies’s soft body pressing against my leg, that desire in my heart stirred back to life. I couldn’t help but turn my head and kiss her lips. “Hmm?” Ms. Davies blinked, seemingly not registering what had happened. After a moment, she finally spoke. “Some child is very bold, indeed.” “You still think I’m a child?” Looking at her captivating and alluring face, I steeled my heart and simply pressed her down onto the bed. “Ah!” Ms. Davies gasped, trying to shield her chest with her arms, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You… what are you doing?!” “Taking you.” Like a wild animal, I peeled back her hands and pulled them above her head, pinning them down. My other hand slipped under her skirt, pushing Ms. Davies’s underwear down below her neck, then settling over her exquisite, soft breasts. “Alex!” Ms. Davies became shy, calling my name directly. I didn’t answer. I leaned in and devoured her lips, while my right hand, using the same trick, moved downwards, boldly rubbing her buttocks hard a few times, getting my fill of what I’d dreamed of for so long. Then I tugged at the hem of her skirt, rolling it up to her waist. “Let… let me go…” Ms. Davies’s breathing was rapid and erratic. Beads of sparkling sweat glistened on her forehead, and strands of beautiful hair clung to her face, which was flushed like a peach blossom. Her half-closed eyes brimmed with unspoken passion. I kissed wildly downwards, raining kisses on her chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. Ms. Davies twisted even more fiercely, her fair legs flailing, her hands reaching out to pull at my hair. “No… we can’t…”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MotoNovel” app 🔍 search for “392524”, and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel