The tingling pleasure reached its limit…
Zhao An hurriedly embraced Pang Wanjing's body, arching his hips a few times, a tingling sensation running down his spine…
Within the warm cavity, semen gushed uncontrollably, the hot, scalding semen shooting into the mature woman's body, mingling with her surging vaginal fluids, his entire penis enveloped in the sticky, warm liquid.
His flat abdomen slowly swelled, and through his fair skin, one could vaguely see the dirty semen lingering in her uterus!
"Hoo hoo!"
Both of them sighed in unison, filled with satisfaction and pleasure.
They exchanged a glance, and this time, when Zhao An lowered his head to kiss Pang Wanjing, she no longer clenched her teeth.
Instead, her eyes widened, seemingly shocked by Zhao An's large tongue, her small, fragrant tongue tingling slightly from the teasing.
A woman after orgasm needs a man's comfort and strongly dislikes being pulled away and left after ejaculation.
"You must be exhausted, honey, take a rest."
Pang Wanjing gently wiped the sweat from Zhao An's forehead. She herself was also covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but she didn't care about herself; instead, she helped the man first.
Mature women know how to please men. Their own comfort is secondary; making the man comfortable is paramount.
Zhao An shook his head, not answering.
He simply pressed down on Pang Wanjing's delicate body, arching his buttocks forcefully.
"Mmm!"
Pang Wanjing, stimulated, raised her buttocks, a movement that caused her already full uterus to become even fuller due to the backflow of semen.
The feeling of fullness made her involuntarily open her small mouth to relieve the tingling pleasure in her body.
"Honey... you ejaculated so much!"
In rural areas, the concept of using condoms doesn't exist, and Zhao An didn't have the habit of withdrawal.
He always thrust hard, then ejaculated inside her.
The feeling of ejaculating inside was far more pleasurable than internal ejaculation. One was empty, the other tight and constricting—the sensations were incomparable.
He could ejaculate inside…
Zhao An definitely wouldn't choose withdrawal.
Anyway, pregnancy wasn't a big deal. He even used internal ejaculation with the married women in his company, let alone this mature woman, Pang Wanjing.
He smoked a cigarette while stroking the woman's wheat-colored skin.
Although Pang Wanjing wasn't particularly beautiful,
her mature beauty and alluring body still greatly attracted Zhao An. The reason a mature woman is mature is that her body is easily aroused, and she doesn't need much emotional comfort; he can do whatever he wants with her.
Touching the woman in his arms…
A lewd smile curled at the corner of Zhao An's mouth.
A sense of accomplishment surged within him. How many women had he already hunted?
He'd lost count, but at least he'd managed to get every single one of them pregnant.
And obtaining the system was no longer a dream.
Even if he died, it would be worth it.
Being able to play with so many women, wasn't that worth it?
"Honey, I'm going to cook, okay?"
After a long while, Pang Wanjing's soft, weak voice finally sounded, as if asking.
"Okay, go ahead."
Zhao An nodded…
Watching the ripe woman climb off him, wiping away the semen with a tissue…
Putting on her bra in front of him.
The visual impact was incredibly satisfying.
Beep beep beep, the phone rang…
Zhao An slowly answered the phone.
It was Aunt Jiang calling…
His mother's former colleague, now a mother of two…
She was busy taking care of the children at home, so naturally she didn't go to work.
Mature women always know how to contact men, occasionally calling to make sure they don't forget her, then asking when she'll be back.
Zhao An's eyes darted around. He was teaching in a rural area, and it would be months before he could return.
He wasn't worried about women cheating; no one would be willing to.
Besides, even if someone wanted to, he'd already figured it out.
He knew women's feelings, so he wasn't worried at all. He was happy to chat with Jiang Shuying and, incidentally, appease her.
Soon, a call came in. It was a secret number, a private internet phone.
"Speak."
Zhao An's words were simple.
On the other end of the line wasn't his confidante, nor his kept mistress, but Huang Meng, now a eunuch. "Young Master An, that old man has been buried."
"Oh, so what? Did the wreath I sent arrive?"
Zhao An knew the big thing had happened; it meant the Huang family had become a hot commodity.
If not handled properly, it could easily become easy prey in everyone's eyes.
"The Lin family, Fang family, and Bai family have all started making their moves. Huang Yu can't hold on, and with that old dog's sudden death, they can't sustain it."
Huang Meng sneered. He knew this; everyone had joint business ventures.
If the other two families sold off their mall shares, that unknown person would definitely do the same.
And that's not all.
If other conglomerates take over, it means the Huang family will be at a disadvantage, unable to gain a decisive victory on the board and in terms of shares.
They have to spend a fortune to acquire the shares of the other two families, even if it's a trap, they have to jump in, otherwise the profits from these joint ventures will shrink significantly, possibly even resulting in losses!
There are never any truly steadfast allies in the business world; that's just a lie for children.
Even so-called marriage alliances are merely a window for dialogue, a means of communication.
Just like strangers won't cooperate with each other; familiarity is necessary first.
Arranged marriages are a familiar process and outcome; though fragile, they can sometimes be incredibly effective.
"Okay, I understand. What do you plan to do?"
Zhao An flicked his cigarette ash, seemingly unconcerned about such matters.