Chapter 93: Chapter 92 Razor
Mrs. Qian’s face blushed instantly at those words.
"Doctor Zhang is really naughty, my beauty has faded with age, I can’t match the youthful charm of a young girl."
Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "The youthful charm of a young girl cannot compare to how attractive Mrs. Qian is, I believe Mrs. Qian certainly won’t let me regret it."
Under Mrs. Qian’s direction, the two of them arrived at the bedroom, and as soon as he entered, Zhang Hao knew.
She had actually been ready for quite some time, and it all did not require any effort on his part.
All he needed to do next was to press this woman beneath him and perform his sole task as a male.
Throwing Mrs. Qian onto the soft memory foam bed, she seemed to be impatient already, her hands eagerly kneading the two large mounds on her chest.
She was also letting out intermittent moans.
"Doctor Zhang, hurry up, don’t dilly-dally."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao immediately took off his shirt and pounced on Mrs. Qian.
Mrs. Qian wrapped her arms tightly around Zhang Hao’s back, her face a picture of triumphant joy.
"I thought Doctor Zhang was such a gentleman, I didn’t expect him to be unable to resist temptation."
Zhang Hao reached out, cradling the back of Mrs. Qian’s head with his hand.
He whispered softly, "Mrs. Qian spent so much money to add such equipment to our hospital."
"Naturally, the hospital has to thank you properly, rest assured I will also do my best."
No sooner had his voice fallen than a ripping sound filled his ears.
Mrs. Qian’s eyes widened instantly, as the clothes in front of her chest were torn apart.
Her two voluptuous mounds trembled, enclosed by a wine-red bra.
Originally, when she married a man several rounds her senior, she advised herself that desires could be satisfied with toys.
Life, however, smacked her in the face, especially after her man died.
Every moment she hoped for a man as fierce as a lion.
To press her down and ravage her mercilessly.
To make her feel like a lamb ready for slaughter.
Or to use her as an object for physical release.
As long as she could be brought to climax again and again.
She didn’t mind not being treated as a person at all.
Yet, she had encountered so many men, and each was intimidated by her status.
Perhaps it was the lingering influence of that old man.
Or maybe those men simply didn’t understand the current situation.
That’s why whenever Mrs. Qian was with those men, they were all very cautious, afraid of hurting her.
While they could quench her thirst, they didn’t satisfy her completely.
Until that day, she saw a photo.
It was posted by Gu Xing in her social circle, and whether she did it deliberately or by accident, Mrs. Qian couldn’t tell.
In the background was a mirror, in which Gu Yue was reflected, lying naked on the bed.
Her legs were spread wide open—as a woman, to be able to make another woman adopt such a pose, something thrilling must have happened.
Mrs. Qian contacted Gu Yue immediately, they were on good terms, so some things didn’t need to be said too subtly.
Gu Yue hadn’t realized at all that her bare-bottomed figure had been captured in the photo by her sister.
Once Gu Xing discovered the issue, she promptly deleted the social media post.
As to whether anyone else noticed, no one knows.
Mrs. Qian asked Gu Yue over the phone if she had finally found a man.
Gu Yue said she might be falling in love.
But this might not be inevitable.
It was only under Mrs. Qian’s persistent questioning that she finally revealed who the man she had slept with was.
Her words revealed her satisfaction and reluctance to part with Zhang Hao, even mentioning that she wanted to create another opportunity for the two to meet.
But it had to look effortless.
Mrs. Qian had her own network of information.
Following the vine to the melon, she found Zhang Hao’s contact information and the hospital where he worked.
When she saw his photo, Mrs. Qian already felt a certain desire and impulse.
That’s why she repeatedly tried to get Zhang Hao to come to her house.
However, Zhang Hao’s performance that evening wasn’t smart at all, but things took a turn.
Although it cost her quite a bit of money, compared to the money, her inner desires were finally satisfied.
"Don’t bite, gentler, don’t..."
Mrs. Qian pleaded softly, but Zhang Hao bit down harder with his mouth.
Seeing Mrs. Qian frowning and breathing heavily, Zhang Hao then released his mouth.
Looking at her two tender nipples covered in his saliva, Zhang Hao was very pleased with his masterpiece.
With the torment paused, Mrs. Qian could finally take this opportunity to gradually calm herself down.
Little did she know that Zhang Hao’s hands would suddenly start to scratch at her waist, inducing a bone-deep itch that made Mrs. Qian want to flee yet also reluctant to pull away.
So she had no choice but to endure it, and gradually, the itchiness turned into comfort.
Watching Mrs. Qian’s reactions, Zhang Hao felt confident, as with women who hadn’t been satisfied in a long time.
Just a simple stimulation was needed to send her soaring.
Zhang Hao lifted her long skirt, gazed at her meaty legs pressed tightly together.
He commanded with an icy tone, "Spread your legs, show me your slutty hole."
Mrs. Qian turned her head, a hint of resistance to such commands on her face.
But the moment Zhang Hao said those words, she felt as if a corner deep inside her heart was finally being satisfied.
Hesitant about whether to open her legs, Zhang Hao’s hands then placed on her knees, pushing forcefully to the sides.
"Don’t... I don’t want this, I’m so embarrassed, don’t look," Mrs. Qian said, feigning shyness, but what was under her skirt told another story.
She was expected to be wearing a full set of undergarments, yet what was actually there was a white thong.
Especially noticeable was the string running between her legs, threaded with seven or eight pearls of varying sizes.
The purpose of these pearls needed no questioning from Zhang Hao.
Touching them with his finger, he pushed one of the largest pearls inside her.
Mrs. Qian could not help but moan out loud, begging Zhang Hao to be gentler with her.
Zhang Hao stood up, grabbed the hem of the skirt, and yanked it with force.
In less than a second, Mrs. Qian was completely exposed to Zhang Hao.
Instinctively trying to cover her most intimate parts, she failed.
"Take your hands away. Isn’t this what you want, for a man to see your body? Now that it’s come to this, what’s the point of being coy?"
Mrs. Qian frowned slightly, but still obeyed Zhang Hao’s command to remove her hands.
One would think a woman like her would have been thoroughly used by men, but upon closer inspection, she was quite well-maintained.
Compared to other women her age, most would’ve had at least one child, thus bearing stretch marks around the waist.
But Mrs. Qian had yet to bear children, her waist and abdomen smooth and tender, without a trace of excess fat.
Even the valley between her legs was sparsely haired.
"Mrs. Qian, do you have a razor here?"
Mrs. Qian looked up at Zhang Hao, puzzled, and asked, "What do you need that for?"
