071 Middle-School Sweethearts!

Triple Assault!

Chen Feng’s ultimate move was absolutely powerful; in the past, he had tamed many beautiful girls with this technique. Now, the stunning Wang Xin was reveling in pleasure, repeatedly whispering, “A little softer, a little softer…”

Li Xiaoyue suddenly had a thought—she longed to switch places with Wang Xin. This person before her was the only one who had ever truly entered her heart. Although many years had passed since they last met, she had never forgotten a scene from middle school. Back then, she had been harassed by a group of thugs, and it was Chen Feng alone who stood up to protect her. Even though he was beaten until his head bled, he never let her suffer so much as a scratch or humiliation.

Li Xiaoyue had met her husband through an introduction. She had waited a long time, but in the end, she had no choice but to marry him for her parents’ sake. To this day, she still did not know what kind of work her husband did. He had been in the United States for over half a year without returning, not even to see their newborn daughter. In fact, she hadn’t received a single call from the U.S. side in over a month.

Now, Li Xiaoyue was someone else’s wife—she couldn’t cross that line. This left her heart fraught with contradiction. If only she could turn back the clock to more than a year ago. Why hadn’t Chen Feng appeared sooner? Yet, he had only come into her life now, and he was still in bed with Wang Xin…

Watching Chen Feng and Wang Xin continue their passionate battle, with cheers echoing relentlessly, Li Xiaoyue’s turmoil deepened. She was not a woman given to madness; though her desires were strong, she could maintain self-control. Many had hinted at her during this period—one even sent her a video boasting about his impressive endowment—but none of it stirred her heart. Yet Chen Feng’s presence shattered her boundaries entirely. Both emotionally and physically, she felt only he could fulfill her.

During this time, Li Xiaoyue also played games and interacted with her close friends. She had heard the name “Duan Chen Feng” and wondered if it might be him, but she never could be certain. She even tried adding Chen Feng as a friend multiple times, but he never accepted. She confided this to her girlfriends, mentioning that Chen Feng might be her middle school classmate, but no one believed her.

Her lifelong best friend, Lin Shuling, knew about her situation and told her, “Xiaoyue, even if he is Duan Chen Feng, so what? Do you intend to rekindle old feelings? You have a husband now. I’ve heard that Duan Chen Feng’s skills are exceptional—he’s among the world’s top players, competing for the Magic Ring against world-renowned gamers. His future is limitless. Any beauty he desires is within his grasp.”

In this bug-like era of gaming, reaching the world’s forefront meant money was no object. To Lin Shuling, Chen Feng had a real shot at winning an Olympic gold medal in competitive gaming. Such a medal was unlike others—it brought not only honor but vast commercial opportunities. Even an Olympic bronze medalist could be a local tycoon; a gold medalist’s prospects were beyond imagination. Lin Shuling also learned that Chen Feng had joined the Outlets team; as long as he kept up with Outlets, he would never lack money or equipment.

Wave after wave of excitement brought Wang Xin immense pleasure. Li Xiaoyue, by contrast, felt paralyzed, leaning against the wall and listening to the erupting cheers that made her body ache with suppressed yearning.

Chen Feng did not maintain his explosive onslaught indefinitely; he soon pulled back. After all, it was Wang Xin’s first time breaking new ground—no need to be too intense. There would be plenty of time ahead. Li Xiaoyue lost track of time, only knowing it had been a long while. When Chen Feng finally rose, she realized she had to leave, or she would be discovered.

But after standing so long, her legs weakened as she moved. Supporting herself against the wall, she tried to leave. Chen Feng approached the moment she turned around, his gaze falling on Li Xiaoyue in a purple, semi-transparent camisole nightgown. Instantly, his passion reignited.

Li Xiaoyue’s figure was not as elevated as Wang Xin’s, but extraordinarily full and slightly lifted. The sheer purple nightgown just barely concealed her curves. Her petite frame made her hips appear even more voluptuous. Yet Chen Feng knew Li Xiaoyue’s most alluring feature was her pair of ample breasts—the same seductive charm as Lin Shanshan’s. He had just tasted Lin Shanshan’s milk the previous night but had not consummated. Now, here was someone similar, his middle school crush no less—how could he not be stirred?

“Miss me?” a voice suddenly whispered from behind as Li Xiaoyue felt herself embraced from behind, her hips pressed warmly against something.

“Chen Feng, don’t do this—I have a husband…” Li Xiaoyue struggled, but she could not break free. Though she knew Chen Feng was the only one who could enter her body, she still resisted.

Chen Feng, experienced with women, slipped his hand beneath her, moving from thigh upwards. He noticed the wetness immediately. Instinctively, Li Xiaoyue clamped down on his hand, but Chen Feng found his hand even wetter.

As Chen Feng touched her thigh, Li Xiaoyue felt herself on the verge of collapse. She yearned for endless madness brought by her middle school lover. In her mind, she imagined Chen Feng’s unimaginable prowess would quell all the wild desires within her. Yet in the end, she broke free, pushing his arms away and running out. Grasping the railing, she tried to banish her fantasies.

But how could she escape? Chen Feng closed in, grabbing her waist and thrusting hard. At first, she resisted, but with each strike, she crumbled. When he entered, she clutched the railing, crying out—never before had she been stretched so wide, feeling as if she might explode.

What surprised Chen Feng was that Li Xiaoyue felt much like Wang Xin. He thought childbirth would have altered her, but the sensation was much the same. That tightness told Chen Feng she had barely been explored. Compared to Wang Xin, Chen Feng felt a stronger connection to Li Xiaoyue, fueling his passion further. He sensed a soul-splitting sensation—a strange, wonderful feeling.

“Chen Feng, don’t…” Even as the fullness consumed her, Li Xiaoyue retained a fragment of reason, still trying to refuse, though her body obeyed him involuntarily.

Chen Feng ignored her protests and continued his wild assault. Whether or not he defeated this “boss” named Li Xiaoyue was irrelevant; he simply wanted to experience the soul-splitting feeling he had long awaited. It seemed to have existed long ago, finally realized this moment. This soul-splitting ability might be why the “Snake Brain” of the Cobra organization mastered it, whereas Chen Feng had only ever hovered at its edge. He had known every passion brought him closer spiritually, but never this profound.

In the quiet of the second floor, Li Xiaoyue’s cries echoed throughout the villa. Her body moved with Chen Feng’s rhythm, each time savoring an unprecedented peak of ecstasy. Her mind went blank, knowing only that the one within her was the man she loved most, the one who fulfilled her completely.

Their rhythm entered a feedback loop; both indulged. Chen Feng sought to seize that elusive soul-splitting sensation. Li Xiaoyue felt herself fully surrendered to her lover, overwhelmed by his strength.

The surging waves were tempered by Chen Feng’s new technique. As he grasped her, his interest deepened, his pace grew wilder. Li Xiaoyue finally surrendered entirely, her body wholly controlled by him. How long this lasted, she couldn’t say, but her climax came with a passion she had never known. Chen Feng maximized and prolonged her pleasure. Afterward, he turned her to the wall and resumed his frenzy.

This time, Chen Feng saw the breasts that had occupied his thoughts all afternoon—breasts any man in the neighborhood would yearn to see, grasp, and taste. He even remembered the taste of the milk.

From railing to wall, then to the stairwell, the living room sofa, and finally the bed—Li Xiaoyue had never experienced such madness. She lost track of time, caught in a cycle of pain and pleasure, her body never before so frequently aroused. Until late at night, they finally paused in the bathroom, soaking in the tub, gasping for breath.

Leaning against Chen Feng’s chest, Li Xiaoyue was utterly exhausted. Chen Feng knew this was inevitable. He had poured nearly all his strength into pleasing her. For this middle school sweetheart, he felt a special affection. During their passion, fleeting images flashed through his mind—memories of him fiercely fighting thugs to protect Li Xiaoyue.

“Stay with me. I will protect you forever. Even if I can’t give you everything, I won’t let you suffer,” Chen Feng whispered, stroking her long hair. He didn’t know if his feelings were real or an act, but at that moment, he poured every ounce of emotion and performance into his words, pressing a hand over his heart. “Just like before, even if I’m battered and bruised, I won’t let anyone hurt you. Even if I can’t give you the best, at least this place belongs to you.”

Hearing these words, Chen Feng himself wasn’t sure if they were truth or lie. From every perspective, he couldn’t let Li Xiaoyue leave him. She was the one he had loved deep in his memory, the one who ignited his passion.

“Even if I can’t give you my all, I won’t let you suffer! Even if I can’t give you the best, at least this place belongs to you!” These words resonated with Li Xiaoyue, who understood Chen Feng’s meaning. Like her, Chen Feng surely had contact with other women—she could not be his whole world.

“Am I not enough for you?” Li Xiaoyue never asked outright. She knew most of her own success was innate, but Chen Feng’s achievements came from hard work. A man like him, destined to stand at the summit of his field, certainly would not lack beauties like herself.

“I know. As long as you’re by my side, that’s enough,” Li Xiaoyue said without knowing why. She could only imagine what would happen if her husband returned. She knew she had to choose between them.

After bathing together, Chen Feng carried Li Xiaoyue to bed and held her as they fell asleep. Tomorrow, Chen Feng had to return to the studio; the tribe would attack the alliance, and he might not be able to come for days. But in the morning, Chen Feng would satisfy Li Xiaoyue once again.