Tucking his black phone into his pocket, Chen Ge lingered at the threshold, his mind buzzing with a resurgence of desire that refused to be quelled. The thought of leaving Wang Xin's home without indulging in her exquisite body once more felt unbearable, a missed opportunity that gnawed at his senses. His lust surged like a tidal wave, crashing through his restraint as he imagined the soft, yielding curves of her form beneath his touch. With a determined glint in his eye, he turned back toward her door, his heart pounding with anticipation. The memory of her voluptuous figure, her skin warm and pliant, fueled his resolve to savor her again. He stood before the door, his breath quickening as he envisioned the forbidden pleasures awaiting him, his body already responding to the primal urge that pulsed through him. The air felt charged with possibility, and he knew he couldn't walk away—not yet.
He raised his hand and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway: knock knock... knock knock... The door creaked open, and Chen Ge's breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell upon Gu Qing, Wang Xin's mother, standing before him. His gaze was unapologetically brazen, drinking in her stunning beauty with a hunger that bordered on obsession. She had changed into casual home attire, a soft, flowing dress that clung to her curves in a way that made his pulse race. Her voluptuous figure was like a ripe, succulent peach, each curve perfectly sculpted—her full breasts straining against the fabric, her slender waist accentuating the flare of her round, plump hips. Her face was a study in elegance, with gentle features framed by dark, lustrous hair, yet there was an undeniable sensuality in her poise that belied her age. The spark in Chen Ge's eyes flared brighter, his breathing growing heavier as he imagined the feel of her body against his, the warmth of her skin igniting his already smoldering desire.
"Doctor Chen, is there anything else?" Gu Qing's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of annoyance at his unabashed staring, yet her tone remained polite, tempered by gratitude. She stood with a graceful composure, her arms crossed lightly over her chest, inadvertently emphasizing the generous swell of her breasts. Chen Ge's mind raced, searching for an excuse to prolong his presence. "Ahem," he began, clearing his throat to mask the raw hunger in his voice, "I'm a little thirsty. Could I have a glass of water?" His words were a flimsy pretext, but they served their purpose. Gu Qing's expression softened, her lips curving into a small, obliging smile. "Of course, no problem. I have to thank you again. My daughter's condition is much better, thanks to you and Dr. Gao," she replied, her voice warm with sincerity. She gestured for him to enter, and as she turned to lead him inside, Chen Ge's eyes locked onto the mesmerizing sway of her hips, his body thrumming with anticipation as he followed her into the house.
As Gu Qing moved toward the water dispenser, Chen Ge trailed behind, his gaze fixated on the hypnotic jiggle of her round, plump buttocks with each step. The sight was intoxicating, each subtle movement sending a jolt of desire through him. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry—not from thirst, but from the overwhelming urge to reach out and grasp those luscious curves, to feel their weight and softness in his hands. Gu Qing bent over to retrieve a glass, her slightly transparent dress lifting to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her flesh. The fabric hugged her hips, accentuating their fullness, and through the sheer material, Chen Ge caught the faint outline of her white lace panties. The delicate fabric clung tightly to her round, fleshy buttocks, outlining an alluring curve that made his heart pound erratically. The sight was almost too much to bear, a vision of raw, unfiltered sensuality that obliterated his restraint. Without thinking, he stepped forward and enveloped her in his arms, his body acting on pure, primal instinct.
"Oh..." The sound escaped Gu Qing's lips as Chen Ge's arms encircled her, his chest pressing against her back as he reveled in the warmth and softness of her body. Her voluptuous form was a symphony of womanly sensuality, her curves yielding beneath his touch like the softest silk. The unique fragrance of her—a mature, intoxicating blend of floral perfume and natural musk—filled his senses, making his head spin with desire. His hands instinctively tightened around her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. His heart skipped a beat, his entire body trembling with the thrill of holding such a beautiful, fragrant woman in his embrace. The sensation was electric, every point of contact igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume his reason. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, his lips brushing against her skin as he fought to control the overwhelming urge to claim her completely.
"Ah... you..." Gu Qing's startled cry broke the silence, her voice a mix of surprise and indignation as Chen Ge's hands found her plump, generous breasts. His fingers closed around the soft, tender flesh, the weight of them filling his palms with a sensation so exquisite it made his breath hitch. "Hmm... so big, so soft, so comfortable!" he thought to himself, his hands moving with a gentle, almost reverent touch as he began to fondle her. The pliant flesh yielded beneath his fingers, each subtle squeeze sending a wave of pleasure through him. His body trembled with barely contained excitement, his arousal evident in the way he clung to her, his hips pressing against her voluptuous buttocks. Gu Qing's curves were a masterpiece of sensuality, and as he held her tightly, his hands exploring the contours of her breasts, he felt an insatiable hunger take hold. His entire being was consumed by the need to possess her, to lose himself in the softness and warmth of her body, his trembling fingers betraying the intensity of his desire as he surrendered to the moment.
"Ah... No, no, let go..." Gu Qing's voice trembled, a mix of shock and desperation, as she stood frozen under Chen Ge's brazen grasp. Her mind reeled, spiraling into a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief as she felt his strong hands enveloping her plump, sensitive breasts. The sensation was overwhelming, his fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh through the thin fabric of her dress, igniting a forbidden spark deep within her. Her body betrayed her with a shiver, a flush of heat spreading across her skin despite her protests. The audacity of his touch, so bold and unapologetic, left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to process the violation of her personal space. She pushed weakly against him, her hands trembling, but his grip was unrelenting, anchoring her in place as her senses were consumed by the intensity of the moment.
As a mature woman nearing forty, Gu Qing was no stranger to the vibrancy of life, her body still ripe with a sensual vitality that had long lain dormant. Yet, the years of emotional emptiness had left her unprepared for the raw, visceral sensation of a man's touch on such an intimate part of her body. Her breasts, full and heavy, were a sensitive nexus of nerves, and Chen Ge's hands kneaded them with a possessive fervor that sent conflicting waves of shame and arousal through her. Her mind screamed for her to resist, to reclaim her dignity, but her body, traitorous in its response, softened under his touch. The warmth of his palms, the deliberate pressure of his fingers, stirred a long-buried desire, making her limbs feel heavy and her resolve falter. She stood there, caught between indignation and an unfamiliar, intoxicating heat, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she grappled with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
Gu Qing's voice rose in a desperate cry, her embarrassment and anger spilling over as she shouted, "Stop it!" Her words were laced with a mix of fury and mortification, her face flushed a deep crimson as she tried to wrench herself free from his grasp. But Chen Ge's hands were unrelenting, his grip on her sensitive breasts firm and commanding, leaving her body trembling and weak. The struggle only heightened the intensity, her movements causing her voluptuous form to press closer to him, the friction igniting a fire that neither could ignore. She felt utterly exposed, her dignity stripped away as his touch sent shivers of forbidden pleasure through her. Her mind raced, searching for a way to regain control, but her body's response was undeniable, each knead of his fingers drawing a soft, involuntary whimper from her lips. The conflict within her was palpable—she was a woman torn between her pride and the primal urges his touch awakened, her body quivering with a mix of fear and reluctant desire.
"Auntie, I, I didn't mean to. You, you're so big and soft here...!" Chen Ge's voice was thick with arousal, his words a flimsy excuse that did little to mask his blatant lust. His hands, still gripping her breasts, tightened briefly before slipping as she struggled, his fingers catching the thin hem of her dress. The fabric strained under the force, and with a sharp, ripping sound, the delicate material tore open from neckline to midriff. The sudden exposure was shocking—Gu Qing's plump, alabaster breasts spilled free, the creamy flesh bouncing slightly as the cool air kissed her skin. The front of her upper body was now bare, her curves fully revealed to Chen Ge's hungry gaze. The sight of her, so vulnerable and voluptuous, sent a surge of heat through him, his arousal evident in the way his eyes darkened and his breathing grew ragged. His hands lingered at the torn edges of her dress, still clinging to the fabric as if reluctant to let go, his fingers trembling with the effort to restrain himself from exploring further.
"Shameless! You're not welcome here. Get out!" Gu Qing's voice cracked with a mix of anger and desperation, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she fought to cover herself. Her heart pounded with shame and fury, the violation of her body and her home leaving her on the verge of breaking down. She clutched at the torn remnants of her dress, trying to shield her exposed breasts, but the damage was done—her vulnerability was laid bare before this man who had crossed every boundary. Her mind raced with thoughts of her daughter, Wang Xin, and the fragile hope of her recovery, making the situation all the more unbearable. The audacity of Chen Ge's actions, the way he had invaded her space and her body, filled her with a burning indignation, but her physical weakness in the face of his strength left her feeling trapped. She glared at him, her eyes blazing with defiance, but beneath the anger was a flicker of fear, a dawning realization of the power he held in this moment.
"Hehe, don't be so nervous. Relax. Don't forget, Wang Xin's condition hasn't recovered yet, and she'll have to cooperate with my treatment." Chen Ge's voice was smooth, almost mocking, as he dismissed her demand to leave. His lust was a palpable force, a dark current that had been simmering beneath the surface, restrained only by the presence of Dr. Gao earlier. Now, alone with Gu Qing, there was no one to hold him back, and the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, closing the door behind him with a soft click that echoed like a finality. Gu Qing's heart sank as she realized the futility of her resistance. His words hung in the air, a veiled threat wrapped in a promise, exploiting her desperation for her daughter's recovery. The power dynamic shifted further in his favor, and he reveled in it, his lips curling into a predatory smile as he advanced, his gaze never leaving her trembling form.
Chen Ge closed the distance between them, his eyes burning with an intensity that made Gu Qing shrink back instinctively. She pushed against his chest with one hand, her other fumbling for the door handle in a desperate bid to escape, but her efforts were futile against his strength. With a swift, practiced motion, he pinned her against the plush cushions of the sofa, his body looming over hers as he pressed her down. Her struggles only seemed to fuel his desire, her soft, voluptuous form yielding beneath his weight. His large hands returned to her breasts, kneading the full, tender flesh with a possessive fervor that sent shivers through her. Gu Qing's panic surged, her voice rising in a frantic plea: "Chen Ge, stop! Let go! You're not welcome here! If you don't let go, I'll call for help." Her words were breathless, her body trembling as she fought against the overwhelming sensation of his touch, her mind a chaotic swirl of fear, shame, and the undeniable heat his hands elicited.
Chen Ge's lewd smile widened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "My beauty, scream! I won't stop you, but you have to think carefully. I'm the only one who can save your daughter now. She can't hold on much longer. If you don't want to save her, you can scream," he murmured, his voice dripping with a lecherous confidence that made her skin crawl. He gestured toward Wang Xin's door, a silent reminder of the leverage he held over her. The weight of his words settled heavily in the air, each syllable a calculated twist of the knife, exploiting her vulnerability as a mother. Gu Qing's resolve wavered, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and resignation. The thought of her daughter, so fragile and dependent on this man's expertise, anchored her in place, her body trembling as she grappled with the impossible choice before her. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls echoing with the sound of her own ragged breathing.
"You! Shameless!" Gu Qing's voice was a broken whisper, her words laced with a mix of defiance and despair. The vulnerability she felt was crushing, her daughter's worsening condition a constant weight on her heart. Wang Xin was her world, and the faint hope of her recovery had been a lifeline—yet now, that hope was tainted by the presence of this predatory man. Chen Ge's actions were a violation of everything she held dear, a vicious wolf cloaked in the guise of a savior. The conflict within her was unbearable—her chastity, her dignity, pitted against the desperate need to save her daughter. She dared not argue, nor did she dare to take the risk of calling his bluff. The power he wielded over her was absolute, a cruel manipulation that left her feeling utterly helpless. Her body trembled under his touch, her mind screaming for escape, but the weight of her daughter's fate held her captive, her heart torn between resistance and surrender as she faced the unthinkable reality of her situation.