After satisfying his lust, Zhao An coaxed his cousin and left. Upon exiting the room, he saw his aunt and cousin sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and chatting. Seeing him emerge, they smiled. Having experienced mother and daughter sleeping together before, they were no strangers to Zhao An's rape of his cousin.
His aunt was fine. They weren't related by blood, just an aunt. She accepted the situation, and if she thought about it, it was just a matter of being fucked by a man.
The same thing happened with his cousin. They were related by blood, so what? She still fell in love with her cousin. She was captivated by his dominance, dependent on his money, and enjoyed being fucked to death by his huge dick. Therefore, the two mother and daughter had a perfect rapport, unconcerned with worldly opinions. They just enjoyed themselves, and didn't care about other people's opinions.
"You guys keep an eye on her. Take her wedding dress shopping this afternoon. Hehe, we'll go to the wedding banquet together this weekend." Zhao An had a lustful thought in his mind, and then he said to his cousin, "Cousin, I'll give you three million as a reward. Do a good job, hehe."
His cousin's eyes lit up with joy. Now she could show off in front of those so-called "fake sisters."
"Thank you, husband. If you don't have something urgent, please don't leave yet. I'll thank you very much." Then she walked over, her delicate hand caressing the man's crotch. She expertly reached in, grasped the huge cock, and stroked it up and down.
Zhao An's breathing quickened. He pushed his cousin onto the sofa and penetrated her in front of his aunt. They both moaned with satisfaction. Having sex so early in the morning was truly unique. And fucking a daughter in front of her mother—even after many experiences like this, it still made Zhao An's breath quicken.
Time went back to last night, in the next city. Xiang Hu, who had been waiting for his future mother-in-law to give him a blowjob, waited and waited in vain. Furious, he knew he'd been stood up. He grabbed his father-in-law and pummeled him, leaving his uncle's face bruised and bloody.
"Fuck you! Didn't you say you'd done some ideological work on your wife? Where's she now?" Xiang Hu roared angrily, kicking his uncle as he ranted. He didn't treat him as his father-in-law at all, but rather as a somewhat insignificant figure.
"Ah! Stop it! Stop it!" The uncle dodged, his resentment towards his wife deepening. They'd agreed to go shopping, but instead, they'd fled with their daughter to a neighboring relative's house. A city away, he couldn't reach them. He didn't dare confront Zhao Xinlei; that would be courting death.
After a beating, Xiang Hu sat back in a chair, panting heavily, and lit a cigarette. "Find them back for me now, or I'll kill you!"
"I can't find them either. They went to the next city, to my wife's sister's house. My wife's sister is very rich, and her son seems to be some kind of celebrity. Brother Hu, why don't we try her sister? She's very rich. If we can blackmail her, we'll definitely have tons of money to spend." This scumbag of my uncle—no, should I say, this scumbag Ding Du? Such a scumbag is no longer just a relative; he's a complete scum.
If Zhao An knew such disgusting people existed in the world, he would definitely not consider himself a bad person. Compared to such social scum, he suddenly realized that he was still a good person full of positive energy!
"Her sister? Isn't your wife's sister a lawyer?" Xiang Hu didn't know and was a little confused, but he was actually a little tempted. Having a beautiful woman blow him? The thought of it was exciting. Eunuchs weren't allowed to have sex with women? Playing is all about torture, but sex isn't necessarily the same thing as playing.
"Yes, that's right. It's my wife's sister, Brother Hu. How about we have a go at her? I heard her son's a celebrity, very rich. Then we can get some photos, and they'll be our cash cows! Haha!" Ding Du followed with a lewd laugh, a laugh that was simply disgusting and off-putting.
"Haha, you're really something, kid. Not bad, very good. Very good!" They were still laughing wildly, completely unaware of the disaster that was imminent. No one had ever been able to take advantage of Zhao An and get away with it.
"Hey, looks like you have something exciting going on? Tell us and share it!" Suddenly, a sound came from the door of the old house, which was open. Bao Xiong walked in with a sinister grin, his eyes filled with rage and a hint of disdain.
Xiang Hu narrowed his eyes, slightly startled, and saw that the other party had brought several people with him. "Bao Xiong, we're not in this together, what are you doing here?"
Bao Xiong plopped himself down in a chair and pulled out a pack of cigarettes that cost over a hundred yuan. "I heard you're getting married, old man, and you're still after young girls. Can't I come over for a drink?"
"I didn't invite you," Xiang Hu sneered.
"You can't come without an invitation? Stupid!" Bao Xiong sneered, his expression piercing with utter disdain. He'd reached a peak. A gangster who doesn't use his brains, a lifelong airplane!
Xiang Hu, a little annoyed, silently pressed the key to call his underling. "If you want to come over for a drink, I'd be happy to treat you. Just don't cause any trouble. I don't believe I've ever offended you, so don't cause any trouble!"
Pa! Bao Xiong slapped Xiang Hu, leaving him stunned. "Watch how you talk to me, you idiot! Who the hell do you think you are? Hehe!" He then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm, landing squarely in his face. It was a deadly hit! "Hit him!"
The muscular, muscular underlings behind him charged forward, instantly knocking Xiang Hu to the ground. Each blow was aimed at a non-lethal but painful area, leaving Xiang Hu howling in agony.
"Now you know who's boss, right? This Xiang Hu is a loser!" Bao Xiong scoffed, then leaped up and kicked him, showing no respect at all.
"Yeah, this Xiang Hu is a loser. A complete loser. Beat him to death!" The underlings echoed, their kicks merciless.