After a day of Zhao Tianhao's instruction, Nuolan's oral sex skills had improved considerably. Perhaps due to her focus, observing the degree of engorgement on his large penis, she slowly mastered the technique.
Her warm, delicate lips gently caressed the base of his penis, moving slowly up and down, swallowing and releasing, her tongue constantly teasing the glans and urethral opening, occasionally circling the tip of her tongue along the ridge of the glans.
"Hiss."
Hearing Zhao Tianhao's deep breath, Nuolan knew his teeth were scraping against her flesh. She wrapped her tongue around his penis and began to swallow it again, then slowly sucked down the glans.
Finally, out of curiosity, she took Zhao Tianhao's testicles into her mouth, her small hands increasing the speed of her stroking.
Zhao Tianhao enjoyed Nuolan's warm, tight throat, which gripped and sucked his large penis tightly.
A dozen minutes later, Zhao Tianhao's large penis pressed deep into Nuolan's throat, releasing a series of hot bullets without warning.
Nuolan, her eyes half-closed and face flushed, still had a trace of white semen on her sexy lips, which she swallowed the rest of.
Gasping for breath, Nuolan rolled her eyes at Zhao Tianhao and said, "Bad master, you almost choked me to death!"
"It's very nutritious, high in Vitamin E, good for beauty!"
"It tastes weird. I don't believe it!"
"Then try it again."
Zhao Tianhao thrust his large penis into Nuolan's mouth again.
...
The following afternoon, Nuolan began decorating the room.
Zhao Tianhao watched as Nuolan decorated the entire room like a wedding chamber, completely bewildered.
"Weren't we getting a divorce? Why are we getting married now?"
"It's both a divorce and a wedding."
"Is this prepared for the two of them?"
Zhao Tianhao didn't care anymore, letting Nuolan decorate as she pleased. He only needed to play the role of the neighbor Wang at night.
He had already found his niche.
Evening arrived quickly, and Zhao Tianhao and Nuolan enjoyed a candlelight dinner.
Zhao Tianhao took out the sleeping pills.
These were for Vincent.
Now that he knew what Nuolan wanted to do, Zhao Tianhao naturally wanted to perfect the details and make it more thorough.
Just as Zhao Tianhao poured the sleeping pills into the red wine, there was a knock at the door.
Zhao Tianhao "saw" a well-dressed man, presumably Vincent.
Handing the wine glass to Nuolan, Zhao Tianhao returned to the bedroom. Nuolan placed the glass on the table and opened the door.
Vincent didn't want to drag it out any longer, and the two-year period was up. Besides, he had another woman and was preparing to start a new family; he was determined to divorce Nuolan.
But when Nuolan opened the door, and he saw her stunning beauty, radiant complexion, and fair, smooth skin—like an eighteen-year-old girl—Vincent couldn't bring himself to say the word "divorce."
Vincent had no idea.
This was all thanks to Zhao Tianhao's efforts to make her happy.
Anyway, he didn't want a divorce now.
"Nuo, Nuolan, hello, long time no see."
Vincent didn't know what to say.
"Yes, come in."
Nuolan said, turning and walking into the room. She went to the table and picked up two glasses of red wine, one spiked, one plain.
Vincent entered the room and found it decorated quite romantically: roses, candlelight, music, red wine, and a beautiful woman.
It seemed Nuolan still couldn't bear to leave him.
Vincent felt a surge of hormones coursing through his body. He found Nuolan exceptionally alluring, and he wanted to do what was traditionally intimate with her.
Just as Vincent was about to say something, Nuolan handed him a glass of red wine.
Vincent didn't hesitate, thinking, "A little wine is good; a little wine will enhance the mood."
He hadn't expected his wife, Nuolan, to be so charming now.
Vincent felt smug, believing he possessed irresistible allure, attracting such a beautiful woman who was head over heels in love with him.
"Vincent, finish this glass of wine and tell me your answer: divorce or not?"
Nuolan finished speaking and took a sip of her own glass of red wine.
"Okay."
Vincent also raised his glass to drink.
Seeing Vincent drink his wine, a cold glint appeared in Nuolan's beautiful eyes.
After finishing his red wine, Vincent was about to say something when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. The world spun around him, and he lost his balance, collapsing to the ground before he could utter a word.
The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor.
Looking at the man lying on the ground, Nuolan couldn't understand how she could have ever fallen for him.
Zhao Tianhao, who had been watching the living room closely, saw Vincent fall, came out of the bedroom, went to Vincent, and picked him up.
He went to the bedroom and forced Vincent into a pre-prepared seat.
Then, he took out a rope from his spatial storage and bound Vincent's hands to the back of the chair, securing him and the chair tightly.
Vincent's head was also secured to the back of the chair with rope.
A blindfold was then placed over his eyes.
Now that Nuolan was his personal property, all he needed to do was let him hear his voice and know he was the neighbor.
Actually, Zhao Tianhao didn't need to restrain Vincent. The drug he gave Vincent was similar to a mild form of muscle-softening powder; he wouldn't struggle, and at most, he could only utter a few words.
Although Zhao Tianhao had learned from Fei Jie and surpassed his master, this was a drug he had concocted himself, and its effects hadn't been tested on anyone else yet.
Vincent was honored to be the first guinea pig for the finished product.
Seeing this, Nuolan, although he knew Zhao Tianhao's plan beforehand, couldn't help but inwardly criticize his master's perverse sense of humor.
In his mind, he would kiss Zhao Tianhao in front of Vincent, showing off their affection and proving that he was doing well.
Who would have thought that his master would actually do it in front of Vincent?
After confirming there were no major issues, Zhao Tianhao put his arm around Nuolan and said, "Should we slap him a couple of times to vent our anger?"
Nuolan shook her head. She felt disgusted just looking at Vincent now.
Slapping him would only dirty her hands.
Indeed, cheating on him was the best punishment for him.
Thinking about it this way, Nuolan felt Zhao Tianhao's actions were perfectly reasonable.
With the preparations complete, it was time to get down to business.
Nuolan felt Zhao Tianhao's large hands groping her body. Her face flushed, and she understood his meaning.
Zhao Tianhao cupped Nuolan's face in his hands. The faint scent of rouge wafted into her nose, stimulating her nerves and intensifying his lust.
"Let Master give you a good kiss!"
Zhao Tianhao kissed Nuolan's lips.
Nuolan parted her lips slightly, letting Zhao Tianhao's tongue explore every inch of her tender mouth, his tongue enveloping her small, fragrant tongue and sucking her saliva. She made nasal sounds, responding with her own tongue, her face flushed red.
"Mmm, ah."
Soft moans escaped Nuolan's nose.
Now that there was another person in the room, even though he couldn't see her, he was still her husband, and Nuolan felt a thrill and pleasure akin to having an affair with her lover.
And in front of her husband! Zhao Tianhao knew Nuolan's thoughts. He quickly ripped off Nuolan's top; a black lace bra accentuated her snow-white skin, and Nuolan shyly covered herself with her hands.
Zhao Tianhao leered.
"Still shy? Your husband can't see,"
"Ugh, Master, don't mention him," Nuolan said shyly.
"Wouldn't mentioning him be more exciting?"
"Ah…"
Under Zhao Tianhao's vigorous caresses and passionate kisses, Nuolan, limp and leaning against him, let out a soft moan. Her small hands involuntarily unzipped his pants, quickly pulling out his large penis and stroking it.
Vincent felt as if he were drunk, his head spinning. He vaguely heard voices around him. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Vincent tried to open his eyes, but found he couldn't; it was as if his eyes were covered.
Strange.
Where am I?
Vincent tried to recall his thoughts. Right, I came to get a divorce. Nuolan, I came to find Nuolan.
Vincent remembered something and tried to act, but found his body weak and powerless, and it seemed he was also bound.
Vincent was bewildered. What was going on? Where am I? I just had a drink, and then…
I got drunk?
But why am I tied up?