After another twenty minutes of passionate intercourse, Lu Ming finally got up and left.
Madam Zhang, enduring her aching body, also dressed.
She couldn't let anyone discover it. Fortunately, the previous treatments had all required long periods, and the maids and servants were used to it. Zhang Wen knew, or rather, never imagined, that his elderly wife would have an affair with a young man.
Having released all the pent-up desire of the past few days, Lu Ming felt very relieved.
Finally, he could properly consider what he should do next.
Therefore, instead of returning to his residence, he went to the market to purchase some raw materials.
He wanted to build a stable network of relationships. There was no sexual desire between men, although Lu Ming had seen many men with homosexual tendencies, but those were all crooked paths.
What truly mattered was mutual benefit.
As long as there was a connection of interests, then a truly long-term relationship could be maintained.
Lu Ming currently has a plan: to create coal briquettes. Coal briquettes didn't exist during the Eastern Han Dynasty or even the Three Kingdoms period.
Nowadays, people burn charcoal for heating in winter, which easily leads to suffocation.
To keep warm, the entire room must be airtight, inevitably leading to oxygen deprivation. Dying of oxygen in one's sleep is a form of euthanasia.
The method for making coal briquettes is simple, but no one has tried it.
The Mohist school has declined, causing technological stagnation. If it weren't for some remaining doctrines and wealthy people's interest in research, it would probably have been completely lost long ago.
Decline is still good news; at least it still exists, albeit in small numbers.
Losing it means complete extinction, an end to its lineage.
The reason he chose to make coal briquettes is because the method is simple, and what does Lu Ming need?
To climb the social ladder through this. Who in this world loves money the most?
None other than Emperor Liu Hong!
As long as the situation can be clearly explained, support can be gained, and things will be different then.
However, this thing can't be done alone; one needs to bring in someone, someone of sufficient influence.
Otherwise, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Without the ability to protect this wealth, one is merely working for someone else for nothing.
The next day, Lu Ming brought coal briquettes and the stove he had made to Zhang Wen's residence.
"Anmin has come again. Madam, thank you for your trouble." Zhang Wen happened to be outside and nodded slightly upon seeing Lu Ming.
This young man is good; he has ambition. Even if he knows the other party is currying favor, so what?
If it brings him benefit, he doesn't mind giving the other party a little something.
As long as there is a real exchange of benefits, that's enough. Other face-saving is superficial and doesn't matter at all!
"My lord, I must first examine Madam. I have something important to discuss with you later, something very good," Lu Ming said, bowing slightly, his tone shrouded in mystery.
"Oh? What good news? Alright, I'll wait for you here. You may go ahead with your work." Zhang Wen was somewhat expectant, unaware that his wife had already been violated by the young man before him yesterday.
And now, this man was about to violate his wife right before his eyes, and he was completely oblivious. He didn't know if it was ignorance or something else.
However, one thing was certain: ignorance can sometimes be a blissful thing.
Upon entering the room, Madam Zhang dismissed the servants, sat upright on the couch, her face calm, showing no trace of the wanton and seductive demeanor of the previous day. "Anmin, you're here. Let's begin."
"Madam, after the treatment, I have a surprise for you. We'll go see Lord Sikong together then; it's a lucrative opportunity!" Lu Ming said, leaning in and pressing Madam Zhang down, kissing her. His erect penis was already engorged with blood, hard as nails against her lower abdomen.
"Hmm, okay, what's the good news? Hmm, ah, be gentle." Madam Zhang was at the age where she could practically sit on the ground and suck in the dust. This teasing, coupled with her first taste of lovemaking yesterday, had now given her a taste for more.
She had never experienced such pleasure before; sex could be this pleasurable.
"Hmm...ah...come in...baby...come in...hmm...ah..."
Lu Ming wanted to get down to business, but his lower body slid in easily, slippery and wet, much more arousing than a young girl.
No foreplay is needed with mature women; they're already very aroused. What they need is a big cock to soothe their lonely bodies!
In the main hall, Zhang Wen was still reading a book, lost in thought.
Unbeknownst to him, in a nearby room, his dignified and elegant wife was being brazenly raped by the young Lu Ming—it was utterly outrageous!
Playing with his wife in his own home—was there no law?
Actually, Madam Zhang possessed a dignified beauty, very pleasing to the eye. Coupled with the noble air cultivated over decades, Lu Ming always felt an irresistible urge to fuck her.
This kind of woman is usually dignified and virtuous, but once in bed, she becomes incredibly seductive, her innate lust unleashed.
She's extremely promiscuous, making her both attractive and resilient.
The thick, fleshy opening gripped my penis tightly. The narrow passage and slippery fluid made thrusting incredibly pleasurable—tight yet not too dry, producing a "slap!" "slap!" sound with each thrust!
A tingling pleasure, mixed with the feeling of being tightly gripped, surged through the nerves of my glans.
The fleshy body, the thick walls of her vagina, pressed against me with a powerful, satisfying sensation. The feeling of her gripping my penis was truly unique!
A pillow was placed under Mrs. Zhang's head so she could lift it.
"Madam, look, this is how I'm doing it to you!" Lu Ming's words whispered like a devil, filling her with immense excitement.
Mrs. Zhang only needed to slightly raise her head to see the large penis, covered in her own fluids, moving in and out between her thighs. When it withdrew, even just the glans remained inside, its length was frightening. The thick, long penis, inserted into her vagina, instantly scraped every fold, filling it completely, making it hard to breathe. The feeling of being filled was intoxicating!
Watching her pink labia being turned in and out, she thought to herself, "I'm finally being fucked by a man!"
A large hand grasped her small hand, fingers interlaced tightly, their fingers interlocked. Supporting Mrs. Zhang's body, her white buttocks twisted wildly. Every now and then, he would sit all the way down, rubbing the glans against her cervix. The fine texture of the large glans rubbing against her sensitive clitoris created a pleasure that made Mrs. Zhang tremble with ecstasy.
The feeling of a penis penetrating deep into her uterus was something her husband could never achieve. She only tried it once and became addicted. There was no other reason than that it felt so good, so incredibly pleasurable, that it made her scalp tingle.