Qiao Shanshan shyly licked her tongue, sucking Li Bin's finger into her mouth, teasing it softly. Then her curvy body slid down, slipping under his crotch.
With a flirty flash of her watery eyes, she glared at him, parted her juicy red lips, stuck out her soft tongue, and swallowed his cum-soaked, limp cock whole.
"Asshole," she mumbled, "you just wanted me to suck you off, didn't you? Ugh~~ I've never even blown my husband! ~~ My first time sucking cock, and you tricked me into it! Hmph! You better fuck me good later!"
"Mmh! Hiss! Ugh-ahh!" His cock, still hypersensitive from just unloading, twitched as her tender mouth wrapped around it. Her slick tongue flicked and teased, and Li Bin instantly felt the spark again.
A wave of tingling pleasure shot up from his cock. His exhausted body jolted back to life, blood rushing, his cock hardening fast.
"Slurp! Ssshlrp Gulp~~ Slurp~~" Feeling his cock stiffen in her mouth, Qiao Shanshan couldn't wait. She stood up, spread her dripping cunt with her hands, and plopped her ass right onto Li Bin's lap.
His cock sank straight into her soaked, fiery cunt. Qiao Shanshan rocked her hips, riding him hard, her plump, white tits bouncing wildly, nipples flicking droplets of milk, her slutty hole swallowing his swollen cock over and over.
Intense pleasure hit Li Bin like a truck, his body tensing up. He'd fucked plenty of women, but this was the wildest, most satisfying ride yet.
A lonely housewife like Qiao Shanshan was pure gold—compared to his reserved, proper wife, she was a goddamn firecracker! The thrill of cheating was addictive, and Li Bin was starting to crave this rush of screwing someone else's wife.
After a storm of fucking, Li Bin felt like she'd damn near drained him dry.
They went at it three times that afternoon, each round fiercer than the last, barely stopping for a breath.
Qiao Shanshan went from shy and nervous to a full-on horny slut, begging for more, totally hooked on their affair.
At first, she wouldn't let him cum inside, but after he forced it twice, she started pleading for him to shoot straight into her womb.
That's how it is with lonely wives—before they cheat, they're all "no this, no that," drowning in guilt over the smallest slip.
But once they take that first step? Fuck, it's a landslide—they turn sluttier than whores, wild and shameless.
Li Bin snuck back to his car via the elevator, still buzzing from the high of fucking Qiao Shanshan. He lit a cigarette, savoring the memory, then started the car and eased out of the complex.
Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He grabbed it—his wife, Wen Wan, was calling.
"Hey, babe, what's up?" Li Bin answered quick.
"What's up? Where the hell are you? It's late, and we're all waiting for you to eat dinner!" Wen Wan's sweet, concerned voice came through.
Li Bin glanced at the time—shit, it was almost six already!
Fucking that thirsty housewife had sucked him in so deep he'd lost track of time and missed dinner at home.
"Oh~~ Uh, I was out handling some stuff. I'll be home soon." Hearing his wife's voice, a flicker of guilt crept up on him.
His wife was genuinely good to him, and sneaking around with someone else's wife left him uneasy. Without the system—and its "social death reset" plus the million-yuan reward—he doubted he'd have the balls for this.
And without the system, with his average looks and skills, he probably couldn't have landed a catch like Qiao Shanshan anyway.
Li Bin wasn't sure if this system was a blessing or a curse. It was turning him into a bigger asshole, more twisted by the day.
But compared to his old, bleak, hopeless life, this felt alive—bursting with color.
Sure, he'd cheated, done some fucked-up, immoral shit, and turned into a total bastard. But somehow, his family ties were getting better. He was earning their respect, growing closer to his wife, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law. Their once-tense household was starting to feel warm and loving.