Manipulative Harem God

Splurt!

In a sudden rush, a wave of liquid ccrashing down, erupting from her vagina and cascading onto the bed as she squirted, her lips parting with a loud, uninhibited moan.

"Ahhhhhnhhhhhnnnnnn"

Zhang Wei shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. After the release, she lay there with teary eyes, a trembling hand covering her forehead as she gasped for air.

"Haaaa.... haaa...."

Captivated by her watery eyes, Zhang Wei's grin widened. With a sensual touch, he pulled his manhood slightly out before pressing back in, grabbing her shoulder firmly.

"Ah!?—"

"Mmmmmmghhh~"

Li Liying was caught off guard as he seized her, delving deep inside of her with intense, forceful thrusts.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

"Anhnnn~"

"Mmmghh!"

Throughout the night, Li Liying's moans reverberated through the room, her hair drenched in sweat as she was pushed to the very edge of exhaustion before finally succumbing to the overwhelming waves of pleasure and fainting in bliss.

Little did she know that this intense passion would continue into the following day!

Two days later, on the 24th of April...

Zhang Wei returned with a wide grin, his arms laden with bags overflowing with gifts.

As he carefully placed them on the table, Li Xiaoyu, seated on the couch, blushed and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Over the past couple of days, Zhang Wei had made frequent visits to the mother and daughter duo.

Each night, Li Liying would purposely drown herself in alcohol, allowing them both to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Although amused by Li Liying's avoidance tactics, Zhang Wei knew that sooner or later, she would have to confront the reality of their situation.

"Xiao Yu, where is your mother?" he asked, his voice laced with teasing laughter.

Li Xiaoyu's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she flinched. She had received regular education in sketching, but her skills couldn't save her from feeling shy.

"In... kitchen," she whispered softly, avoiding eye contact. Zhang Wei chuckled at her adorable reaction.

"Good girl," he said affectionately, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading off to find Li Liying.

With a sudden "Poof!", Li Xiaoyu's face flushed a deep shade of red, resembling a ripe apple.

She nodded shyly and mustered a tiny, mosquito-like voice to reply, "mm."

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In the heart of the kitchen, surrounded by the warm glow of the setting sun filtering through the window, Li Liying stood diligently at the helm of her culinary domain.

The vibrant red apron she wore was a stark contrast against the soft, muted tones of the kitchen walls, creating a picture of domestic warmth and dedication.

The air was alive with the sizzle of spices hitting the hot pan, mingling with the comforting aroma of home-cooked food.

Pots bubbled on the stove, and utensils clinked in rhythm with Li Liying's movements.

Zhang Wei, now a regular guest, had becpart of this familial scene. Li Liying, aware of his presence, had grown accustomed to preparing meals with an added layer of care, ensuring that every dish justified her culinary skills.

"Xiao Li..."

"!"

Her heart skipped a beat, then thudded loudly, a solo performance in the midst of the serenity.

Gasp!

She felt his arms wrap around her, a surprising but gentle intrusion into the dance of her cooking routine.

His nose brushed against her hair, freshly washed and fragrant with the clean, sharp scent of shampoo.

"Hahhh..." He inhaled deeply, a silent appreciation for the simple, yet intimate moment shared before Li Liying shook her head first, fazing out.

"Mr. Zhang, ...stop," she whispered urgently, but to no avail, his hands continued their teasing assault on her abdomen.

"Stop? But I am doing nothing," Zhang Wei murmured softly, tucking away a loose strand of her hair before planting a lingering kiss on the back of her neck.

"!"

Li Liying shivered involuntarily. "D-Don't..." she gasped, feeling a rush of anticipation as his hands ventured inside her short denim pants.

"Mmmmnh~"

She moaned softly, her senses overwhelmed by the thrilling touch.

The hand that held the stapula trembled with desire as Zhang Wei's skilled hand slipped inside her top, his fingers expertly exploring her bare breasts.

Simultaneously, his other hand moved sensually over her thighs, sending tingles of pleasure through her body.

"Ms Li?... Why aren't you wearing a bra?" Zhang Wei's voice held a hint of mischief as he continued his intimate exploration.

He couldn't believe how thrilling it was to be so daring.

"Mmmgh... Mr Zhang, s-stop it, Xiao Yu would find out..." Li Liying pleaded, her resistance weakening as she worried about being discovered by Xiao Yu.

She had never allowed him this close before, never let him approach before nightfall.

But today, she had been caught off guard.

"Oh? Then let her find out? Or are you scared?" Zhang Wei's brows shot up as he playfully pecked her cheeks.

"Mmm~ it's not good.. for her..." Li Liying's whispered words sounded more like a soft moan.

Zhang Wei couldn't help but agree, realizing just how dangerously alluring these women were.

If not for his strong heart, he knew he would easily fall under their spell.

The flush of her rosy cheeks urged him to turn her around and kiss her directly.

Li Liying's eyes widened in surprise as she hesitated.

"Mnghhhh..."

Despite her initial reservation, Zhang Wei's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring every hidden corner.

This first-tencounter while sober was electrifying, and the intimacy shared between them could never be erased.

While Li Liying was left stunned, her daughter—to— observed the scene with wide eyes, unable to tear her gaze away.

She watched from the sidelines, her hands covering her eyes in shock as she gasped in surprise.

Gasp!

Inhaling in shock, her face flushed crimson as she timidly peeked through her fingers, stealing furtive glances as Zhang Wei fervently ravaged Li Liying's lips.

The scene took the little girl by surprise, although deep down she had known for stime, their passionate moans echoing up to her room.

In this modern era, children her age were well-versed in adult matters, yet it was the complex emotions stirring within her and the inexplicable thrill that she, yet, couldn't quite put finger on.