He only then saw that Wan Meirou's mother was actually a "White Tiger," with not a trace of coarse hair below, the smooth white mound above devoid of any dark spots.
The scene before his eyes was extremely visually striking, and Wan Qian rarely showed a hint of shyness.
It seemed that she got even more excited when she saw Chen Mo staring at her most private part, the area of the Peach Blossom Valley that had already let down endless tides, crashing against the shores.
Wan Qian lifted her legs, the gates of Yu were wide open, and the most mysterious area was thus generously exposed in front of Chen Mo.
Chen Mo's heartbeat stopped, his breath caught in his throat.
He looked down and thought, Wow, how insatiable must Wan Qian be, the Peach Blossom Valley was already comparable to the Yellow River overflowing its banks.
The trickling wetness even soaked through the disposable sheet originally placed on the massage bed.
And the stains kept spreading outward, under the pink light, they were crystal clear.
Wan Qian seemed to immensely enjoy this rough sensation, she loudly cried out,
"Uh~ hurry up, keep going, hurry, I, I can't take it anymore… Ah!"
Chen Mo bent down with his head diving in, using the move Serpent Explores the Cave, he immediately latched onto the most tender blossom there.
Despite Wan Qian nearing her forties, that Peach Blossom Valley was exceptionally tender, soft and pink, devoid of any impurity.
If one were to just look at the Peach Blossom Valley, it wouldn't at all match a woman close to forty; it actually resembled that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
Chen Mo enjoyed it immensely.
He used nearly all of the supreme techniques he had mastered throughout his life.
Suction, licking, spitting, teasing, swirling and other such specialized oral skills were expertly displayed by him, making Wan Qian moan incessantly, her screams unending, each wave more astounding than the last.
As if she had reached the pinnacle in that instant.
"That's it? You're already squirting?"
Chen Mo shook his head.
This woman was really unusually sensitive.
He found that the more mature the woman, the more sensitive they were, easily squirting with just a little stimulation.
On the contrary, the somewhat younger ones didn't have such exaggerated reactions.
Wan Qian's abdomen twitched, her body laid out in full display before Chen Mo, her figure Ling Long and voluptuous, clear and translucent.
Even a mere glance was enough to make any man lose control of the primal desires within his body.
Wan Qian was already becoming impatient.
With one swift move, she stripped Chen Mo of his pants, her jade hand unwaveringly grasped the gigantic dragon.
The dragon reared its head proudly, its fierce veins neatly arrayed.
It stood like a pillar supporting the sky!
Even just beholding the grandeur of the dragon was enough to scare Wan Qian terribly.
Wan Qian's hand moved slowly, spasming, her cherry lips parted slightly, enveloping the massive dragon within.
Chen Mo's eyes were bloodshot, he felt as if a beast named Desire within him was relentlessly throbbing.
Watching Wan Qian, a sudden evil urge to destroy welled within him.
Wasn't Wan Meirou the one who bullied his sister, who humiliated him?
If there was no way to get back at Wan Meirou, then he would make sure to thoroughly torment Wan Meirou's mother!
With that thought in mind, Chen Mo's heart filled with a different kind of pleasure.
He grabbed Wan Qian's hair, his waist thrusting rapidly as he began to fiercely move, each time hitting the most sensitive part of Wan Qian's throat.
She nearly vomited several times.
Chen Mo had no intention of letting her off easily.
He grabbed Wan Qian by the neck and pushed her down onto the bed.
And Wan Qian, already parched with thirst and unable to wait, her peach garden valley opening and closing like a fish drinking water.
Chen Mo shouldered his weapon and charged into battle without any more hesitation, a hesitation no man would have felt at that moment.
With a fierce thrust, the flower was forcefully penetrated.
"Ah... oh!"
Wan Qian wrapped her arms around Chen Mo, her fingers digging into his back as she arched her neck and screamed out loud.
Chen Mo's back stung with pain as he looked down at Wan Qian and cursed.
"You really are a crazy woman, no wonder you have a daughter like Wan Meirou. Since you've fallen into my hands today, I'm going to make you pay for your daughter's debts!"
Chen Mo's malicious pleasure deepened.
Getting money from the mother of his enemy and being able to vent his anger fiercely on the body of his enemy's mother—where else in the world could he find such a satisfying affair?
Chen Mo had always complained about the unfairness of fate.
Perhaps fate also takes pity on the miserable.
Now, he felt that after fortune had toyed with him for so many years, it was finally starting to smile on him.
Wan Qian's eyes were already clouded with desire, her ability to think completely lost.
She stuck out her tongue, rolling her eyes back as flushes of red spread over her body.
Chen Mo varied his methods and changed positions, tirelessly tormenting Wan Qian, who was so weak at the knees while kneeling that she was unstable.
The thick honey dripped slowly from between the gaps, streaming down her thighs to her knees, and finally settling on the disposable sheets of the massage bed.
The disposable sheets had already been tossed and turned into a mess, a testament to how intense the battle had been.
Just as Chen Mo was about to completely surrender, and Wan Qian was nearing her fifth climax,
Ding-ling-ling~
An urgent ringtone suddenly echoed throughout the room.
Wan Qian didn't want to pay it any attention, even if it was the Jade Emperor himself calling her, she probably wouldn't have picked up.
Chen Mo glanced over reflexively, taking a look at the table beside them. When he saw the name of the caller, his eyelids twitched violently—it was marked as "daughter."
Which meant that the call was from Wan Meirou!
Wan Meirou?
The thought of Wan Meirou's arrogant demeanor earlier that day and the possibility of Wan Qian talking to Wan Meirou while being violated by him—just the thought was exhilarating!
Thinking this, Chen Mo tossed the phone onto Wan Qian's chest, nearly bouncing off with the heaving of her breasts.
"Answer it!"
Chen Mo commanded Wan Qian almost as if giving an order.
Wan Qian was startled at first, but she quickly understood Chen Mo's intentions and gave him a mildly reproachful glance.
She did her best to compose herself before sliding to answer the call.
"Hello, daughter... mm... ah!"
But she had barely finished her greeting when she could no longer speak, overwhelmed by Chen Mo's even more ferocious pounding—each thrust reaching the deepest part of her soul, making her whole body shiver, her juices flowing!
This sound was immediately picked up by Wan Meirou on the other end of the phone.
Wan Meirou furrowed her brows and asked, "Mom, what is that sound?"