«Mmh! ~~Yes! Right now! I want it so bad! Come quick, baby!» Give it to me! I need it! I really fucking need it! I can't take it anymore! Hnng! Aha! Ha! ~~Baby! My cunt's so itchy! ~~So empty! I need your big cock so bad!»
Qiao Shanshan's sultry, horny moans hit Li Bin's ears like a goddamn drug, making his heart pound like crazy—thump, thump, thump.
Her voice was so fucking seductive it clawed at him, like ants crawling all over his skin. He was dying to ditch everything, run to her place, and fuck that slutty housewife for three hundred rounds.
"Tap, tap~~" Right then, the sound of slippers clomping up the stairs snapped him out of it.
Li Bin: Darling, got stuff to do. I'll chat when I'm free—leave me a message if you need me. Love you, bye!
He fired off a quick, jittery reply, then wiped his chat history with Qiao Shanshan clean.
Pants up, phone stashed, he wrestled down the panic and thrill, plastering on a grin as he stepped to the door. Wen Wan walked in, and he said, "So, honey, what'd Mom say? We calling Aunt and Uncle too?"
He kept it cool on the surface, but inside, his heart was still hammering—bang, bang, bang. Guilt had him flushed red as hell.
"Yeah, Dad's not around, but Aunt and Uncle are our closest kin. Mom said just inviting Little Aunt's family feels lopsided, so she wants them there too," Wen Wan said with a nod, smiling as she came in.
Wen Wan's aunt was Li Bin's father-in-law Wen Xingsheng's sister, Wen Ying.
She didn't come around much anymore—especially after Wen Wan's grandparents passed. Visits from Aunt Wen Ying dried up, maybe once a year for holidays.
Even then, it was just a quick meal and a hasty goodbye. Part of it was distance, but mostly it was Shen Han.
Shen Han, with her snobby ass, never cared for Wen Ying's family—they were way poorer than hers. She'd be all polite when they showed up, but her face screamed "fuck off." With richer Little Aunt's crew, though? She'd roll out the red carpet.
Li Bin, though, always liked Wen Ying's family. Eating with them felt warm, like real family.
Aunt and Uncle were genuine with Wen Wan's folks—not like Little Aunt's clan, where he couldn't feel a shred of kinship.
Back when he was a broke nobody, Wen Ying's family never looked down on him. Aunt even pulled him aside once, coaching him on sucking it up as a live-in son-in-law.
Their daughter, Li Xiaoyan, was always sweet to him too—felt like a little sister.
Way nicer than Wen Ting, his actual sister-in-law, by a mile!
"Got it! Call Aunt and let 'em know," Li Bin nodded, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. His face twitched with awkwardness.
"Alright, it's about time—you head down and get the car. I'll call and come after," Wen Wan said, glancing at the Cartier watch he'd bought her, her face glowing with quiet joy.
"Sure, I'll get the car ready and wait," Li Bin agreed, watching her dial as he headed downstairs.
"Brother-in-law, where you off to this late?" Halfway down to the second floor, Wen Lan popped out—hair dripping wet, loose bathrobe barely covering her, wiping her locks while eyeing him curiously.
Before, she'd have scurried away, all shy and pissy, if he caught her like this. But after their last close call, she kept finding ways to drift near him—like he had some fucked-up pull on her.
Li Bin was already on edge, horny as hell from Qiao Shanshan's teasing.
Now, seeing his dream sister-in-law in that flimsy robe, wet skin flashing acres of snowy flesh, his nose burned, blood rushed to his head—he damn near popped a nosebleed.
"Huh? Your sister's friend~~ Ling Hanrui—her and her husband invited us for late-night snacks," Li Bin stammered, face red, dodging Wen Lan's blazing gaze.