Lin Zhe had considered that his wife might be angry, indifferent, or even excited after learning about his relationship with his mother, but he never expected that she would actually...be jealous.
This discovery gave him a strange sense of satisfaction.
So Lin Zhe smiled, stretched out his long arm, and pulled his still sulking wife into his arms, gently coaxing her:
"Okay, okay, honey, don't be angry. Maybe... it really is just a broken light?"
"Hmph! I don't believe it!"
Su Yu struggled in his arms for a moment, but couldn't break free. She pouted and said angrily:
"That woman's so slutty, she probably got hooked after tasting my husband's perfect body once, and now she's so itchy down there that she's practically dripping wet!"
These words were so vulgar that Lin Zhe pretended to be angry and put on a stern face.
"Su Yu! Can you please stop talking about my mom like that?"
Su Yu wasn't intimidated by Lin Zhe's appearance at all. She pushed away his chest, tilted her head back, and asked seriously with a scrutinizing gaze:
"husband."
Seeing Su Yu's cat-like face, Lin Zhe felt a little uneasy.
"W-what's wrong?"
Su Yu asked, enunciating each word clearly:
"When you were doing it, did you... not use a condom?"
Lin Zhe was taken aback by the question.
The incident happened suddenly, the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous, and everything happened as if it were a natural progression.
Lin Zhe was filled with the forbidden pleasure of conquering his mother, and he completely forgot about using a condom.
Thinking about this, Lin Zhe did feel a little sorry for his wife. Not only did he not tell her in advance, but he also did not use a condom. However, Lin Zhe did not intend to lie to Su Yu, so he nodded truthfully.
"Hmm...it was too late then, and...the atmosphere was already there, I almost forgot how I got in, I didn't even think about putting on a condom."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Su Yu seemed to be greatly shocked. Her beautiful eyes instantly welled up with moisture, and her eyes reddened immediately.
Lin Zhe's heart tightened suddenly; he had never seen Su Yu cry before.
This discovery threw him into a panic, and he quickly pulled Su Yu tightly back into his arms.
"Wife? Wife, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Su Yu didn't speak, but suddenly opened her mouth and bit Lin Zhe's strong arm.
She wasn't using much force; it was more like she was venting or being coquettish.
Lin Zhe let her bite him and didn't move.
Besides, the pain in his arm is nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
About a minute later, Su Yu seemed to have calmed down a bit, so she let go of her mouth, twisted her shoulders, and broke free from Lin Zhe's embrace.
Then, under Lin Zhe's surprised gaze, Su Yu lowered her head, bent down, opened her small mouth painted with pink lip gloss, and took Lin Zhe's half-erect penis, which was like a small worm, into her mouth.
"Hmm..."
The warm, moist, and soft mouth instantly enveloped him.
This time, Su Yu's oral sex was different from any other time.
There weren't many flirtatious techniques involved; it was more like an outpouring of intense emotions.
Su Yu used all her strength to repeatedly, even somewhat roughly, lick every inch of her husband's penis, from the coronal sulcus to the shaft and then to the base.
The way she was acting was as if she wanted to use her tongue and saliva to thoroughly clean her husband's penis from the inside out, completely erasing any trace of another woman's scent that might have clung to it.
Under Su Yu's extreme and possessive service, Lin Zhe's penis rapidly swelled and grew until it filled Su Yu's mouth completely.
Lin Zhe felt so comfortable that his scalp tingled. He couldn't help but close his eyes, tilt his head back, and enjoy his wife's unique punishment.
Su Yu licked it diligently for about a minute, feeling the penis throbbing in her mouth, about to ejaculate, but then suddenly spat it out.
Then she raised her delicate face, her eyes filled with tears, whether from jealousy or from being choked by Lin Zhe's penis, it was hard to tell.
Looking at Lin Zhe's blissful expression, Su Yu angrily wiped the glistening drool from the corner of her mouth and said:
"Alright! Now the whole place, inside and out, top and bottom, is covered in my saliva! Go find your mother!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe seemed somewhat unsatisfied, but he tightened his robe and prepared to get up.
Unexpectedly, Su Yu suddenly chided again:
"You're really going?"
Lin Zhe turned around, looking bewildered: "Huh? Didn't you tell me to go?"
Su Yu rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and said reproachfully:
"I really don't know how you, with your blockheaded brain, managed to get me in the first place!"
As they were talking, Su Yu opened the bedside table drawer, took out a brand new condom, thought for a moment, and decided that one might not be enough, so she simply took out the whole box and stuffed it into Lin Zhe's hand.
'Here, take it!'
"Next time, remember to use a condom."
Lin Zhe chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
"Wearing a condom... is uncomfortable."
Su Yu slammed the box into his hand in an annoyed tone, lowering her voice:
"This isn't about comfort! What if she gets pregnant? How will your mother face everyone? Will you let her give birth? How will she explain it to Dad? How will she explain it to us?"
A series of questions instantly brought Lin Zhe to his senses.
He is indeed rather naive, perhaps because he hasn't had children yet, so he doesn't have a deep understanding of this aspect.
He had previously thought that it would be fine if he ejaculated outside, but now that Su Yu had reminded him, he was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.
After putting the box into the bathrobe pocket, Su Yu said again:
"Wait for me."
After saying that, Su Yu turned around, opened her bedside table, took out a whole box of condoms, and held them in her hand.
Then, she jumped out of bed, went to the wardrobe, grabbed a thin jacket, and draped it over her shoulders to cover her alluring cleavage.
"Let's go."
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of madness and unspoken understanding in each other's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the two held hands and, like two secret agents about to carry out a clandestine mission, tiptoed into the room.
The corridor was dimly lit and quiet.
But the two had only taken a few steps when Lin Yue, the older sister, suddenly appeared on the stairs, walking up.
She was also wearing pajamas, but the style was much more conservative—a cotton pajama set with long sleeves and pants.
Her hair was somewhat disheveled, her face had an unnatural, sickly flush, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused.
"Xiao Zhe? Xiao Yu? Where are you going so late?"
Compared to her guilty younger brother and sister-in-law, Lin Yue reacted much more strongly, her voice even trembling slightly.
Upon hearing this, Su Yu's eyes darted around, and she immediately released Lin Zhe's hand, a natural smile appearing on her face as she explained:
"Oh, sis, I... I need to go downstairs to use the restroom. The toilet upstairs seems to be a bit clogged."
Seeing this, Lin Zhe immediately understood and replied:
"I...I need to go see Dad about something. There's a document in his study that I need for work tomorrow."
Lin Yue looked at her younger brother and sister-in-law, each with their own ulterior motives, and felt a little dizzy. Without thinking much, she simply said "Oh" and stepped aside to let them pass.
But when the two walked away and Lin Yue looked back, seeing their loving way of holding hands, Lin Yue leaned against the wooden handrail and felt an indescribable heat rise up in her body, which had just been venting.
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12:30 a.m.
The Lin family's duplex apartment was eerily quiet.
The living room lights were off, but the second hand of the European-style wall clock clicked away with exceptional clarity in the quiet night.
Lin Zhe and Su Yu walked a short distance before disappearing into the shadows at the second-floor stairwell, patiently waiting.
Finally, I heard the sound of my sister Lin Yue's bedroom door closing.
The two exchanged a glance, saying nothing, only understanding.
Then, one on the left and one on the right, they walked through the living room, which was cut by the moonlight, and headed towards the two doors on the first floor.
On the left is Lin Jianguo's study.
To the right is Wang Xiulan's master bedroom.
The two moved almost in perfect unison, raising their hands at the same time to grasp the cold metal doorknob.
Just before they turned around, they exchanged a glance across the dimly lit living room.
In those eyes, there was encouragement, there was provocation, and even more so, there was a joy of going to the bliss together.
The next second.
Su Yu silently turned the doorknob on her side, and the door was opened a dark crack.
Lin Zhe, on the other hand, tried to twist the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge.
The door appeared to be locked from the inside.
Lin Zhe was taken aback, a look of surprise and embarrassment flashing across his face.
At this moment, even in the darkness, Lin Zhe could clearly see his wife, who was halfway into the study, turning around and giving him a look that he couldn't help but smile.
That look seemed to say: Honey, you're not good enough.
Lin Zhe shook his head with a wry smile and silently mouthed to her, "You go first."
Su Yu understood immediately and squeezed into the study without further hesitation.
Seeing this, Lin Zhe took a deep breath, suppressed his agitation, raised his hand, and gently knocked three times on his mother's door with his knuckles.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound was unusually clear in the deathly silent living room.
There was no response from inside the door.
Lin Zhe waited patiently for another ten seconds, and just as he was about to knock on the door again, a slight movement finally came from inside. Then, the door slowly opened a crack.
The well-preserved face of her mother, Wang Xiulan, which remained clearly defined even in the darkness, appeared behind the door.
Her room was also pitch black.
Only the phone she held in her hand was lit up, its pale light shining upwards on her face, giving Wang Xiulan a unique, hazy, and fragile beauty.
"mom."
Lin Zhe lowered his voice and called out softly.
"...Hmm, Xiao Zhe, you're still awake?...Look at this light, I don't know what happened, it suddenly stopped working."
"Okay, let me take a look."
Lin Zhe responded and slipped through the crack in the door.
As soon as I stepped into the bedroom, I heard Wang Xiulan lock the door again behind me.
Lin Zhe then took out his phone and turned on the flashlight.
The light flickered in the room, and inadvertently swept across the dressing table in the corner.
The ornate European-style dressing table was filled with all sorts of expensive bottles and jars.
Beneath the base of a crystal table lamp, there appears to be a folded, high-quality A4 sheet of paper, with only a small corner peeking out.
Lin Zhe's gaze swept over it briefly, without giving it much thought.
At this moment, all his attention was focused on the woman in front of him wearing a purple silk nightgown.
The purple nightgown was a spaghetti strap style, made of silky fabric, and clung tightly to Wang Xiulan's voluptuous body.
Under the beam of light from the phone, the thin silk fabric appeared almost translucent, subtly outlining her D-cup breasts, rounded shoulders, and the contours of her abdomen that rose and fell slightly with her breath.
Her plump and rounded figure, in the darkness, resembled a piece of warm and beautiful jade, radiating the glow of a mature woman.
"Let me see."
After admiring her for a while, Lin Zhe turned his attention to the chandelier switch on the ceiling next to her.
Lin Zhe walked over, carefully inspected the wiring, and concluded:
"It's probably a problem with the switch's contact. The installer might have been a bit careless and the wire was loose."
Wang Xiulan used her own phone to light his way, and asked in a gentle voice:
"Then...should we go and turn off the main power switch?"
"No need, it's a small problem, I can handle it."
After speaking, Lin Zhe turned his head, and the light swept across his handsome profile.
"Mom, do we have electrician's pliers at home?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulan seemed taken aback for a moment, then remembered:
"Oh, yes, yes, just wait a moment."
She then turned around and walked towards the separate walk-in closet in the corner of the room.
A moment later, she pulled out a household toolbox from the corner of the innermost cabinet.
Lin Zhe skillfully found the electrician's pliers and insulating tape in the box, stepped onto a chair, and quickly began to repair it.
During this time, Wang Xiulan stood next to the chair, holding her phone high, carefully illuminating the small patch of light in her son's hand.
The son's tall and upright figure blocked most of the light, leaving only a solid silhouette.
His forearms, exposed outside his bathrobe, had smooth and powerful muscle lines; every time he twisted the pliers, the muscles bulged.
Wang Xiulan looked up at her son's focused profile, and could even smell the scent of his body mixed with shower gel and young male hormones.
This aura made her feel both at ease and uneasy.
At that moment, Wang Xiulan seemed to have a strange feeling, as if she was not a mother, but more like a young wife holding a lamp to light the way for her husband who was returning home late.
A long-lost warmth of being relied upon and needed flowed gently through Wang Xiulan's heart, which had grown cold from betrayal.
Lin Zhe, feeling his mother's warm breath behind him and the beam of light that steadily shone on his hand, felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.
Now, I am no longer the child who needed my mother's protection.
Instead, he is the man who can shelter her from the wind and rain and solve her troubles.
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