Chapter 18: I’ll Do It Myself
Inside the room, Chenyang and Lin Xiaowei were going at it with fiery passion.
Bone-melting moans, mingled with the slapping sound of her supple rear being pounded, echoed throughout the room and slipped through the crack of the door to Qin Fei’Er’s ears.
She glanced toward the bridal chamber and murmured in delight, "Looks like my plan today really worked. It’s spurred on my darling son enough to make Weiwei cry out so loudly."
"And I never would have expected this from Weiwei. She always seems so quiet and demure, but she’s so wild in bed. Young people these days, tsk... She must be feeling incredible, making such loud slapping sounds even while riding on top."
Muttering to herself, Qin Fei’Er let her curiosity get the better of her and crept closer to the door of the bridal chamber.
What she didn’t know was that the sounds she’d just heard were coming from Lin Xiaowei, who was pressed against the door itself.
An indescribable pleasure washed over her, forcing her to brace one hand against the door while the other actively gripped and kneaded her own swaying breasts.
Her hips sank lower with each of Chenyang’s thrusts, his impacts making her soft flesh tremble and ripple, leaving streaks of red in their wake.
"Ah, that feels so good... just... just like that! Harder! Ahh... I’m about to take off!"
Lin Xiaowei’s red lips were slightly parted, and bone-melting moans escaped with every gasp.
Standing behind her, Chenyang’s thrusts grew even more ferocious. Whether it was from her encouragement or the thrill of being overheard by Qin Fei’Er, he couldn’t say.
His hands gripped her slender waist tightly as he relentlessly pounded into her.
After a dozen more thrusts, Lin Xiaowei’s cries became fragmented, and her round rear began to clench spasmodically.
In the next instant, her fair feet suddenly rose onto their tiptoes. Her legs trembled, and her whole body convulsed.
Chenyang clearly felt a warm gush of fluid erupt from her tight depths.
That warm, wet sensation, combined with the seductive look on her face as her eyes rolled back, almost made him lose control right then and there.
"Hah... s-so good... Honey, you’re amazing."
"I... I want more."
The sublime pleasure of her climax left Lin Xiaowei wanting to savor the aftertaste forever.
Her face flushed, she turned to urge Chenyang on, deliberately biting her lip in a seductive pout.
Seeing this, Chenyang immediately slammed her back against the door.
He lifted one of her fair legs and charged into her once more.
"Ah—!"
"So... so big... Honey, you’re incredible! You’re hitting the very bottom."
Lin Xiaowei had thought Chenyang had already given his all.
But in this new, more direct position, as she took his full measure once again, she realized she had sorely underestimated him.
His relentless thrusts struck her very core, making her feel as if her soul itself was trembling.
It felt as if the wave of pleasure that had just receded was already building again.
Waves of tingling pleasure shot through her, and she couldn’t help but grab Chenyang’s hand and place it on her breast. "Ngh... I’ll do it myself. Honey, you rub my chest."
What she meant by "I’ll do it myself" was that she would hold her own leg up, so Chenyang wouldn’t have to.
Outside, however, the oblivious Qin Fei’Er interpreted this differently. ’Li Qiang must be so excited he wants to move on his own, but Weiwei is worried about his condition. That’s why she put his hand on her breast, so she can keep riding him and doing all the work.’
Hearing her daughter-in-law’s brazenly lewd words, a complex look flashed in Qin Fei’Er’s eyes.
’I originally had Chenyang come in to help because I was worried Lin Xiaowei would be too shy and inexperienced to know what to do.’
’Looking at it now, it seems I worried for nothing.’
But Lin Xiaowei’s behavior, so uninhibited it bordered on wanton, also sparked a flicker of concern in her.
’A woman in her twenties doesn’t usually have such a strong libido.’
’If she’s already this wild now, what will she be like when she reaches her sexual peak? She’ll probably be just like I’ve been lately... feeling like she can never get enough.’
’It wouldn’t matter if Li Qiang were a normal man. They’re young, after all. As long as they don’t overdo it, they can fool around as much as they want.’
’But Li Qiang is a paralyzed cripple.’
’He probably can’t even satisfy her now, so what about in the future?’
’What if she can’t control herself and cheats on him? Wouldn’t my son be cuckolded?’
’Maybe I’m overthinking this.’
’Weiwei was never happy about marrying Qiangqiang in the first place. Forget the distant future, she probably won’t even stay in this family for two years.’
’Ah, forget it. Let her do what she wants. As long as she gives me a grandson, who cares if she cheats? At the end of the day, it’s my own son’s fault for being useless.’
Pushing aside those messy thoughts, Qin Fei’Er focused on listening quietly again.
The heated battle inside seemed to have grown even more intense.
Amidst her pleasure, Lin Xiaowei was crying out all sorts of lewd things, like "Honey, you’re so big," "You’re amazing," and "Faster!"
The sound of slapping flesh, combined with the faint squelch of splashing fluids, stirred ripples in the heart of the long-lonely Qin Fei’Er, and she felt a wetness bloom between her thighs.
She couldn’t help but lift her nightgown.
One hand moved up to knead her impressive mounds, while the other pushed aside her already-soaked thong and began to quietly explore the slick, pink flesh beneath.
"Ah~!!"