Chapter 99. Utopia (h)

At the beginning, they didn’t go to any of the restaurants that they had booked. They were locked up in their rooms, and all their energy supply came from the hotel’s food delivery service. Chen Du ordered two coconuts. The ripe coconut was cut open and ready to drink, with a percentage of cow’s milk added to aid absorption. 1 As a person who lives in the lovely tropical Caribbean, I’d advise you that this is not only unnecessary but quite idiotic. I assume the author has no idea of what she is talking about. Coconut water actually serves as an electrolyte substitute, aids digestion, is full of antioxidants, and is a detox. It cleanses your system. The best way to drink it is naturally. It was brought up on a velvet dinner plate with a straw inserted.

He pulled out the straw and turned the coconut upside down. The white coconut nectar flowed down in a stream, showering Chen Jiashu with it. He leaned down and kissed her, taking the cherry-red, dripping white n*pple and sucking it. He took her bre*st into his mouth along with it, licking the coconut nectar dripping from her ar*ola.

It was so fragrant. It was almost as sweet as her. He kissed her with his long, hot tongue, running the tip of his tongue over both of her bre*sts, sucking on the flesh, and rubbing his palms erotically around her bre*sts and waist. He dipped his fingers into the coconut nectar and pressed his fingers into her mouth, stirring her lips back and forth. His voice was low and muffled, “Taste your milk. “

Chen Jiashu rolled her eyes at him in disgust, but she was so thirsty that she had to open her mouth and suck on his finger, making slurping sounds and soft, muffled hums.

The fresh 2 It’s definitely not fresh after you added milk, but alright. 🤦🏽♀️ , tropical coconut was delicious. She sucked it with such vigour that she poked out her soft, little red tongue and licked it like a snake. Her pupils were round and bright, and her beautiful black and white eyes were naturally seductive, looking straight at him in a dazed way.

Chen Du almost made her choke again, “It’s really good at licking. Both of your mouths are so good at sucking.” He arched his fingers downward and pressed against the soft surface of her tongue, while he buried his head and took hold of one side of her bre*sts, sucking it hard.

“Ahhh, ah, gently, it’s swollen, ah, my n*pple, ah, ah, ah,” Chen Jiashu cried out as she was sucked, clutching his head in front of her lap and pulling her fingers into his hair.

He sucked her hard and fast, like he was trying to suck her soul away, and her body floated up and wrapped around him, contracting, trembling, sweating, and gasping for breath. For a moment, she was under the illusion that the milk was really coming out of her bre*sts, and her hungry husband was holding his young wife, who had given birth and was sucking her milk passionately.

The pink n*pples were sucked purplish-red, like ripe, juicy grapes. They hooked Chen Du to bite them, his teeth gripping and plucking. It felt like her n*pples would be pulled off by him. Both of them were covered in coconut juice and his saliva. The coconut milk 3 Coconut milk, incidentally, is not made by adding cow’s milk, or any type of milk, to coconut water. It’s made using dried coconut, which is usually brown in appearance and has bristles, unlike fresh coconuts you can drink. It is cracked, and the white jelly that you find inside fresh coconuts turns hard. After that, you blend the hardened jelly with water and strain it. That is how coconut milk is made. If you ever eat a coconut roll or tart, it’s also made using dried coconuts, as is done for most aspects of cooking.

was on her face, too, drying to a thin white layer. It was glued to her face erotically, as if he had been hard at work on it.

Chen Jiashu cowered on the bed with her mouth wide open, staring at him breathlessly. She cursed in a whisper, “Little bastard, you just locked me in bed and f*cked me to death.”

Chen Du propped himself up on his arms, kneeled on either side of her, and leaned down to look at her, his eyes flickering in and out of focus as he said, “I’ll die too after you die. Let’s go underground together and be a ghostly couple. How free we can be.”

His voice was bleak and cold, and Chen Jiashu saw the madly twisted possessiveness in his eyes. His face did not look like he was pretending. Her heart was shocked. “You’re insane. What are you talking about?”

Chen Du laughed along with her and pressed down on her with both hands, biting into her shoulder, lingering and sticky. “Okay, I won’t say anymore. Let’s do more, okay?”

Chen Jiashu begged him to be soft. It was only after she came here that she really understood what it meant to be in a daze, not knowing day or night. In the morning, she didn’t even have time to practice. There was just endless love making and org*sms, anytime, anywhere.

Her p*ssy was f*cked to the point of being muddied. With his abnormal strength and waist, his thick meat stick pounded into her, and her canal was poked open again and again, softening the tender flesh inside. His big stick was wrapped up spontaneously as soon as it entered, and the walls of her womb contracted. Her ass shook with it, actively sending her tender p*ssy up to his cock and shaking her bre*sts up and down as she screamed. Her snow-white buttocks were a dizzying red, and her long hair was spread out. She was shaking and swaying on the bed, her neck thrown back, panting as she was f*cked to death.

Afterward, she felt that she had collapsed, but every time she had time to think about the s*x she had just had, he came back in, pressing her at any moment to start a new round of hot, fierce f*cking, making her pee in pots and pans. All the tears she had never shed in her life were shed by Chen Du, who asked her over and over again if she liked him. She buried her head in the quilt and grabbed at the bedsheets. Her eyes were hazy with years as she answered subconsciously, “Yes, yes.”

He didn’t believe her and asked her in other places—on the sofa, on the carpet, on the balcony, on the dining table—in many places, many times, “Do you like me?”

Chen Jiashu trembled. She arched her back from the heat and cried out coquettishly, “Yes, I like you! I like you!”

“You like it when I f*ck you.” Chen Du sneered, “Does this mouth up here like it, or this mouth down here? Hmm?” His waist moved fast, turning her upside down, clutching her neck, and shouting and taunting.

She squ*rted again, wetting the two of them. Chen Jiashu was stuck in the afterglow of her org*sm, her eyes rolling up and her waist trembling, as Chen Du nibbled on her thin white neck, gripping the tender flesh, “Say it.”

He loved to ask her such childish questions, and he was very forceful in comparing her answers. Chen Jiashu was still dazed by her org*sm and gave a mechanical answer, “I like them all”

“I don’t believe it.” Chen Du’s hand reached forward and grabbed her two fleshy p*ssy lips, dragging them outward between two fingers and pressing them towards his stalk. He said in an aggrieved tone, “You just coax me on the bed.”

Then he went to pinch her juicy little cl*toris, “If I ask you, you will lie to deceive me, but that little mouth below is so honest and obedient. As soon as I poke it in, it will hug me, hold me tight, and even squ*rt.”

The yellow-tongued 4 A person who speaks pornographically or obscenely Chen Du still makes Chen Jiashu feel strange, but he himself seems to be very accustomed to his own talent in everything, including s*x. He had the face of a cold and good student, and he dared to say anything shameful, biting her ear and whispering to her. It was so embarrassing that Chen Jiashu, the teacher, couldn’t help but blush. When he found out, he cupped her face and kissed her wildly, praising her for being cute.

The three days of intense lovemaking were like an overly erotic nightmare. Chen Jiashu never thought she would be f*cked until she peed. More than once, the feeling of incontinence was as intense and vivid as the pleasure, and when she heard Chen Du blow the urine whistle, she couldn’t help but shiver. She shook back and forth, from collapse to habit, enjoying the ultimate cl*max he gave. The social taboos and the physiological barriers between siblings were completely broken and eliminated in the continuous, forced org*sm.

They both drowned in such unbridled lust, and the pleasant climate of the Maldives became a breeding ground for nourishing dreams. It was a place where it was warm all year round, where the daylight hours were drowsy and the daylight was so long that it made people drowsy, where nerves were stretched and loosened, and where they fled to this paradise to indulge in a world of abundance and freedom for two that looked like it would last a long time.

When the phone rang, Chen Du was sitting at the foot of the bed, and a dozen bags were placed around the floor. They had gone shopping today and bought a lot of clothes, shoes, and bags. Chen Jiashu was tired after trying on a few sets in the shop. She felt that she had enough and did not want to try them on, but Chen Du thought that many others looked good, so he bought them first and let her try them on slowly to show him.

Chen Jiashu came out of the bathroom wearing a deep v long dress of Southeast Asian ethnic style, and Chen Du’s eyes lit up several degrees the moment she walked out.

Her legs were fair and slender, and she had bright, beautiful facial features. Her hair was thick, black, and shiny. With an oil painting like look, she leaned on the door frame like a carefully framed painting, completely able to manage this rich and glamorous style.

“I told you it looked good.” At the time he wanted to buy it, she was reluctant, thinking it was gaudy and ugly, but he was convinced it would look good on her and insisted that the shop assistant pack it.

They seemed to be the opposite of other couples. The one who lost patience within a few minutes of shopping was the woman, and Chen Du, a big straight man, pulled Chen Jia Shu to happily buy things and shop around, finding everything new and novel to buy for her.

They walk the streets of a tropical island hand in hand again, like all other couples. Chen Du wore a tank top and shirt, while Chen Jiashu wore a pretty dress. They held the same ice cream or freshly squeezed juice in hand, wandering along the coastline arm in arm.

They had s*x by the beach after going to the woods to play field games, while the sea birds flew away with loud cries. After a long time, when it was dark, they went to the night market with red faces and hunger to search for good food and buy all sorts of interesting gadgets. There was a row of dolls on the bed, which were often shaken down while they were making love and fell one by one on their bare bodies, thud, thud, thud. Chen Du was about to kiss her, but when he looked down, he got a mouthful of plush, and both of them laughed.

The people of the Maldives are as romantic as the landscape, warm, and full of kindness. They forgot all of their worries here. Life was as beautiful as a utopia.

Chen Du’s eyes were almost glued to her, and his gaze alerted Chen Jiashu, who covered her dress, “Don’t tear this one off.”

Chen Du smiled with his lollipop in his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the phone on the bedside table rang. He picked up the phone with his long arms, habitually thinking it was a hotel or shopping mall customer service, and took the lollipop out of his mouth, “ Hello 5 Answered in english ?”

There was no sound on the other end of the line. He took the receiver off and looked at it to make sure it was okay, then put it back to his ear, “ Who is this 6 This is said in English ?”

There was still silence—a long silence, so long that the still air spawned a certain kind of uncertainty. That sense of uncertainty grew stronger and stronger. Chen Du’s eyelids suddenly jumped, and his tone suddenly turned cold. “Just say it if you have something.”

There was a low sob from a woman.

Like a bomb dropped on a calm lake, Chen Du’s mind was shaken. Even if Wen Yun’s voice was lowered by an octave, he could still hear it instantly. His breathing suddenly went haywire. “Mom? You…”

“You still know that I’m your mother, huh?” Wen Yun’s voice was heavily nasal. She had obviously just gone through a breakdown and was crying, but at this moment she sounded supernaturally calm, without any emotion. She didn’t ask where he was or mention Chen Jiashu.

Her call came out of nowhere, without any emotion, and she then dropped a second bomb, “Chen Jinan is dying. See if you want to come back for your father’s funeral.”