Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Chapter 329

An Xiaoqing’s actions at this moment were the perfect illustration of the saying, "When a woman gets vicious, a man doesn’t stand a chance."

As she leaned forward, her eyes were level with Gao Tianqi’s, who was kneeling on the ground.

She watched as Gao Tianqi’s expression shifted from shame and indignation to rage, then to frantic desperation, and finally, to helpless frustration.

Gao Tianqi, in turn, clearly saw her expression shift from sultry provocation to blissful pleasure, and as her pleasure grew, it morphed into pure lasciviousness.

The two didn’t exchange any more words, but their clashing gazes were rife with hostility.

Although Gao Tianqi knew he was the one at fault to begin with, An Xiaoqing’s actions now filled him with utter resentment.

He couldn’t bear to watch any longer and even wanted to flee.

But An Xiaoqing refused to grant him that mercy. Whenever he closed his eyes, she would suddenly slap or pinch him. When he tried to move, she would grip his hair in a death vice.

Her gaze was filled with rage, but also with the triumphant satisfaction of finally venting it.

She was finally seeing Gao Tianqi in such a pathetic state.

And she relished this feeling—being pleasured by Chenyang from behind while watching Gao Tianqi kneel before her, utterly wretched.

It was pure ecstasy.

"Harder, fuck me harder... AHH... Just like that. It feels so good."

"Chenyang, you’re amazing. Not only is your cock so hard and big, you have so much stamina. You know, this bastard cowering right here has never, ever made me feel this good."

"His little thing is like a caterpillar. Every time, all he does is get me covered in his drool, completely unable to give me the slightest bit of pleasure."

"Yours is so much better. Your cock is so many times bigger than his, you’re making me feel so good... Ah, I’m... I’m about to come! Fuck me harder! AHHH..."

An Xiaoqing wasn’t the only one feeling ecstatic; Chenyang was in a state of utter bliss himself.

For one, An Xiaoqing was an absolute stunner.

Though she’d been married for years, she’d never had children. Her figure had the slenderness of a young girl’s, yet it radiated a mature allure.

A slender waist and full, plump breasts.

Her pert, rounded bottom was like a ripe peach.

With every thrust from behind, her soft yet firm flesh trembled.

Paired with her long, pale legs, the sight was utterly seductive.

As Chenyang’s thrusts grew more ferocious, An Xiaoqing’s delicate feet curled tightly, a captivating sight.

The scene itself also added a level of pleasure he had never before experienced.

A spacious courtyard, beautiful scenery, the air thick with the fragrance of flowers.

The occasional birdsong lent the entire affair the feeling of a passionate encounter in the heart of nature.

But this encounter was different from his romp with the pretty widow in the village cornfield.

The cornfield had been about raw wildness.

This place, however, had an air of tranquility.

More importantly, the stunning beauty he was fucking was a married woman!

A widow and a married woman provided completely different kinds of thrills.

Being with a widow was a novelty. She wasn’t an easy conquest, but there were no strings attached.

A married woman, however, carried the inherent thrill of a secret affair.

After all, this was another man’s wife.

And that "other man" was right here, right now.

With Gao Tianqi watching, Chenyang experienced not only the pleasure of cuckolding him to his face but also the added thrill of being watched.

These sensations, all new to him, brought Chenyang pleasure in both body and soul. As his ecstasy mounted, his vigor only grew.

But while some were joyous, others were in despair.

In stark contrast to his and An Xiaoqing’s elation, Gao Tianqi’s expression grew darker and darker.

He was the master of this house.

This was his territory. The woman before him was his wife.

But now, this outsider, Chenyang, had not only invaded his territory but was ravishing his wife right in front of him, the master of the house.

What crushed him most was that his wife was a willing, even eager, participant.

This was no longer just revenge. This was a brutal trampling of his dignity, a shredding of his last ounce of pride.

Gao Tianqi was enraged. He was so furious he wanted to kill them both.

But he couldn’t.

And so, he was utterly suffocated by his own helplessness.

He was so frustrated he could have coughed up blood, so humiliated he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and disappear into it.