Chapter 9: I want to drink your juice, wife.

“Why are you alone today? Where’s Dad?” Zhao Chen casually asked, washing his hands with the hot water Jiang Xiaoju brought before sitting down on a nearby chair, waiting for her to set the table.

This place was a bit far from home, and just after the New Year, Mother Zhao had been urging him to clean up the warehouse so they could plant some vegetables to sell in the spring.

Initially, Zhao Chen was unwilling. They had enough to eat and drink at home, and his small business in town ensured his mother wouldn’t go hungry. But rural people were like that—always busy at home and unwilling to move to the town.

Seeing the frequent arguments between mother and son, Jiang Xiaoju, while being pressed down on the bed by Zhao Chen one night, thought of something. She suggested that they help Mother Zhao clean up the place. Otherwise, when spring came and Jiang Xiaoju went back to town with Zhao Chen, Mother Zhao would have to come here alone to clean, and she was getting old.

So, Zhao Chen had no choice but to come the next day with a hoe. Seeing him agree, Mother Zhao was overjoyed but knew it must have been her new daughter-in-law’s idea. Happy, Mother Zhao cooked fish and meat for Jiang Xiaoju every other day, not even letting her cook the basics. If Mother Zhao’s health was good, Jiang Xiaoju felt she would even help raise their future children. She had heard that Mother Zhao was a capable woman, maybe too capable.

Zhao Chen was also happy to see his mother and wife getting along. He had been worried that his little wife wouldn’t be able to do things and would be looked down upon by his mother, but he also felt that she didn’t need to do everything, or else what use would he be as her husband?

Jiang Xiaoju was about to serve the meal and looked up to say, “The wife of Liu Laoer from the neighboring village is about to give birth in a couple of days, so Mom went to stay with her, afraid there wouldn’t be enough time… You take out the cup and pour some tea first…” Suddenly, Zhao Chen pulled her onto his lap. “What are you doing…?”

Before she could finish, Zhao Chen wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other hand on her full, firm chest, even through the padded jacket. He smiled and said, “So that’s why. But I don’t want to drink tea; I want to drink your p**sy juices, wife.” He started to unb**ton her jacket.

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“Mm~ I know… Hurry up, don’t just keep looking… What are you looking at!” Jiang Xiaoju still felt a bit embarrassed, especially when he just stared at her without doing anything, making her even more sensitive, her p**sy gushing with fluids.

So, Zhao Chen spread her legs wide and said, “Who knows? Wife, I just want to feast my eyes!” Then, without hesitation, he lowered his head and took her p**sy into his mouth.

His warm mouth tightly wrapped around her tender flesh, making her moan softly, then writhe and pant. His agile tongue slid into her flesh, gently licking up and down, making her p**sy flow with transparent fluids as he sucked hard.

“Mm~ Ah~ Ha… Brother~ Mm ah~ Ah~ It feels so good~ Ah~ Mm ah~ Ha~ It feels so amazing~ Mm~ Ah~ Zhao Chen~ Ah~ Mm ah~ Mm~ Ah~ Ha~ It feels so good… It’s coming in~ Ah~ Mm ah~ It feels so good… So stimulating~ Ah~”

Seeing Jiang Xiaoju moan so seductively, Zhao Chen put her legs over his shoulders, then reached into her autumn shirt to grab her bre@sts, the soft, full flesh filling his hands, making him suck her p**sy even harder.

“Mm~ Ah~ Ha… Brother~ Mm ah~ Ah… Gentler~ Ah~ Mm ah~ Ha~ It feels so good~ So comfortable~ Ah~ Mm ah… Ha~ It feels so itchy~ Mm ah… Ha~ Zhao Chen~ Mm~ It feels so amazing~ Ah~” Jiang Xiaoju moaned continuously, then actively grabbed his hair, arching her back as he licked her.

“Little slut… You’re getting wetter and wetter, hmm?” Zhao Chen said, his mouth full of her flesh, his fingers intentionally pinching her n!!pples, making them sore, her legs soft, instinctively clamping around his head.

Between her legs, Zhao Chen’s hot breath sprayed onto her p**sy, making her body tremble. Uncontrollably, she reached her peak from his licking, and a large stream of fluid gushed out of her p**sy, all of it landing in the man’s mouth, with a few drops splashing onto his face.

“Ha!” Zhao Chen finally lifted his head from between her legs, grabbing her bre@sts tightly. “Wife, your juices are so naughty.” He kissed her p**sy again, his mouth now stained with her fluids.

“Pervert!” Jiang Xiaoju helplessly looked at him, then propped herself up from the bed, her legs slightly apart, still feeling a bit weak from his licking. She figured he had licked enough, so she placed one foot on his thigh, her gaze lightly falling on him. “Can we go eat now?” she asked softly.

Zhao Chen ignored her comment about him being a pervert; he did perverted things to her every night, so one more remark didn’t matter. He hugged her waist, pulling her onto his lap, and kissed her. Then, he quickly removed her remaining clothes, revealing her full, firm bre@sts.

Her white, tender breast flesh quivered, then filled his hands. Zhao Chen played with her bre@sts while murmuring in her ear, “What’s the rush, wife? Dad isn’t here today, so can’t I touch you more?”

“When have you not touched me at night? It’s still daytime, mm… Don’t keep touching me, ah…” The woman went soft in his arms, her n!!pples hardening, her breath quickening, and her p**sy tightening and releasing more fluids.

Jiang Xiaoju, held in his arms, clearly couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s never enough, what’s wrong with me touching my own wife? Little one, don’t you want me to touch you, or don’t you like me touching you?”

Zhao Chen knew she couldn’t take it, but he deliberately licked and touched her, making her p**sy itch and flow with fluids. Every day, she was so horny that she waited for him to come home and f00k her, using his big c**ck to satisfy her.

As for having a baby, that was inevitable. Zhao Chen came inside her every day and slept with his c**ck in her p**sy. If she didn’t get pregnant, that would be a miracle.

Jiang Xiaoju had no choice but to go along with his wishes, which were also her own. “Mm, I like you touching me, want you to touch me, but brother, my p**sy is so itchy. You might as well f00k me to stop the itch~” She placed one hand on his crotch, her intention clear.