Days of Living with My Sister-in-Law-Chapter 15 Love Me Hard

"Mm, ah..."

Their lips met, and his sister-in-law’s delicate body instantly went limp. Tears of emotion streamed from her lively eyes.

Is this Xiaobei’s kiss? It’s so fiery, I love it!

Shen Jiawen’s heart raced. In the heat of the moment, her radiant flower was already drenched. She returned Xiaobei’s fiery kisses with a wild passion, like a starving she-wolf, completely devoid of grace.

This was agony for Chen Xiaobei. Before he could properly savor the taste of her fragrant lips, his sister-in-law was practically devouring him. After all, Shen Jiawen’s husband had died only a month into their marriage, leaving her with almost zero experience in that department. She had never truly been kissed properly.

To me, my sister-in-law is the most unique woman in the world. I can’t treat her like that slut, Wang Meifen, just charging in with my weapon drawn. This is our first, most precious time together. We have to make it a beautiful memory.

With this in mind, Chen Xiaobei quickly wrapped his arms around his sister-in-law’s silky waist and gently laid her flat on the heated kang bed. He didn’t rush to kiss her lips again, instead placing his kisses on her tear-dampened eyes. The tears tasted salty, with a faint hint of bitterness, yet the flavor was intoxicating. It was like the bittersweet tapestry of life, weaving together the threads of their intense love.

"Ah, Xiaobei, that feels... that feels so good!" she gasped. "Kiss me, kiss me hard!"

His sister-in-law’s body was incredibly sensitive, and her soft, breathy moans were like the most beautiful symphony on earth.

Following the trail down her face, Chen Xiaobei once again captured her cherry lips. They were fragrant, soft, and silky. He gently used his tongue to pry open her lightly closed mouth, and the fresh, clean scent intensified.

"Ah, I’m... I’m so shy..."

Shen Jiawen’s body trembled even more violently, a crimson blush spreading across her beautiful face. She had never been French-kissed before. Chen Xiaoshan had been a typical, shy country man. For him, matters of the bedroom were as simple as turning off the lights and spreading her legs; there was none of this foreplay.

But Chen Xiaobei was different. He was not only inventive but also exceptionally gentle. The stimulation of their tongues twining together sent a sudden swell through Shen Jiawen’s chest, and she felt like she was about to lactate again.

Just then, Chen Xiaobei placed his hands on her twin peaks. His touch wasn’t rough at all; he kneaded them with just the right amount of pressure, making her feel incredibly soothed.

"Ah! That feels... that feels so good, Xiaobei..." she exhaled a fragrant moan, calling out his name, unable to control herself. A thin trickle of milk seeped out, making Shen Jiawen burn with shyness. She couldn’t believe she was lactating again.

But how could such a fleeting pleasure possibly quench Shen Jiawen’s long-held loneliness? It would have been better if he hadn’t started at all. As soon as the trickle stopped, she was overcome by an unbearable itch. She felt that if they didn’t continue, she might not survive the day.

"Xiaobei! I want it! Quick, give it to me!"

Shen Jiawen couldn’t take it anymore. Her trembling hand immediately shot toward his lower abdomen.

"It’s so... so big!"

The next second, Shen Jiawen’s pretty face quivered, and her entire body stiffened. Unlike that slut, Wang Meifen, a different thought entered her mind.

Putting something this big inside... wouldn’t it kill me?

But she cast the frantic thought aside in an instant. I’ve always felt I’m not bold enough, too conservative. What woman doesn’t want a big one? If other women knew Chen Xiaobei’s size, they’d be green with envy. I truly didn’t know how good I had it!

At this thought, Shen Jiawen completely let go of her inhibitions. She grabbed him and prepared to thrust him inside herself.

But in that very instant, she felt Chen Xiaobei shrink in her hand, quickly going limp.

"What’s happening?" Shen Jiawen cried out in alarm. She looked up and saw Chen Xiaobei’s face contorted in horror. He was as stiff as a board, staring blankly at a photograph on the wall. It was a picture of Chen Xiaobei and his elder brother. The photographer had somehow captured Chen Xiaoshan with a completely expressionless face and a sharp, piercing gaze. It was as if he were screaming at Chen Xiaobei.

How dare you touch your sister-in-law! I won’t let you go, even as a ghost!

That was exactly how Chen Xiaobei felt. A chill ran down his spine, and his heart was flooded with an intense wave of guilt and remorse.

"Brother, I’m sorry!" Chen Xiaobei cried out, slapping himself hard across the face. "I’m not a man, I’m an animal!"

The anguish of having his beloved so close yet unable to possess her felt like a knife twisting in his heart.

Shen Jiawen quickly grabbed his wrist. "Xiaobei, don’t! Listen to me. This is neither your fault nor mine! We’re in love. I believe Xiaoshan would want us to be together! He would definitely want us to be together!"

Despite her words, Shen Jiawen still took the photo down from the wall. Then, caring about nothing else, she began kissing Chen Xiaobei’s cheeks repeatedly, her voice trembling. "Xiaobei, don’t feel guilty. Just love me! Fuck me hard! Let me be your woman! I want to be your woman!"

She would have died before saying such lewd things in the past. But now she was completely distraught, forced to take desperate measures.

Chen Xiaobei’s body shuddered. Looking at the tear-streaked beauty before him, he forced himself to calm down. "Jiawen, you’re right. I love you, and I’m sure my brother would bless us! We can’t live in the past. You are my woman. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life!"

With that, Chen Xiaobei pressed her down beneath him.

"Yes, Xiaobei, love me! I’ll always be your woman!" Shen Jiawen nodded furiously, proactively spreading her legs.

But just then, she discovered that Chen Xiaobei couldn’t get hard. No matter how he tried to coax it, there was no response.

"Jiawen, I... I—" Chen Xiaobei was frantic, completely dumbfounded. It must have been the shock from seeing his brother’s photo. If this caused lasting problems, he’d be finished.

Shen Jiawen’s face turned as pale as wax; she felt like she could die. No, Shen Jiawen, you have to be calm! Xiaobei isn’t like this. The psychological burden must be too heavy! You have to guide him, help him! You can’t be reserved right now. You must get Xiaobei going again!

Thinking this, she lowered herself over Chen Xiaobei. She parted her wet, slippery lips. "Xiaobei, come on! Don’t let me look down on you! I want to be your woman!"

Her words grew bolder and more lewd. A mix of saliva and milk dripped from her lips, her mouth a flooding river. In an instant, a jolt shot through Chen Xiaobei, a sensation that rushed from below straight to the crown of his head. The mental barrier was shattered once more.

"Ugh—"

Shen Jiawen felt like her throat was about to be pierced.

"Haha, yes, yes! Xiaobei, you’re amazing!" she clapped her hands happily and flopped onto the kang. Her beautiful eyes were filled with affection, looking both pitiful and lovely. "Xiaobei! What are you standing there stunned for? Get up here! Fuck me hard!"

*Damn!*

Chen Xiaobei shivered. I never expected my sister-in-law to have such a slutty side.

The door to a new world had been thrown open, the obstacle removed. What was the point of wasting more words?

"Jiawen, you said it," he growled. "Today, I’m going to fuck you senseless!"

With that, Chen Xiaobei aimed for that pink, tender place and prepared to charge...