Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 437 - 438

Chapter 437: 438

Young couples being together naturally engage in activities they enjoy, and since they were on vacation, Miao Qingqing didn’t have to worry about waking up early the next day. Tonight, she had been a bit stimulated, so she was more relaxed than usual when with Song Xiaodong.

"You really are a wild ox," Miao Qingqing, completely drenched in sweat and devoid of any strength, leaned softly against Song Xiaodong’s chest an hour later, feeling wave after wave of sky-high sensations that she could barely withstand.

"Hehe..." Song Xiaodong couldn’t help but smile proudly, as there was nothing more flattering for a man than to be praised by his beloved woman in bed.

"Hey, hey, didn’t you just finish? How come this..." Miao Qingqing had barely rested for five minutes when she noticed Song Xiaodong’s reaction, and her face instantly darkened.

"Well... holding such a beautiful woman like you, I can’t help but feel this way."

"But you can’t keep going at it like this, no, no more, I need to sleep."

"One more time," he pleaded.

"No, no... stop tormenting me, if you keep this up, I’ll die," Miao Qingqing begged repeatedly.

"Alright." Seeing Miao Qingqing truly couldn’t continue, Song Xiaodong relented and held her without moving further.

Miao Qingqing, feeling somewhat guilty, gently tapped him and said, "Looks like Yingying was right, you wild ox, maybe in the future it will indeed take two people to take care of you."

"Ah?" Song Xiaodong’s eyes widened in shock.

"What ’ah’? Are you secretly pleased?" Miao Qingqing pinched his most vulnerable spot on the chest.

Song Xiaodong quickly said, "No, no, I’m just too surprised, I didn’t expect that my wife could be so liberated, what a surprise."

"I’m just terrified by your tormenting, if we continue like this, you might indeed torment me to death," Miao Qingqing said with a face full of grievance.

"I was only trying so hard because you seemed so spirited today."

Miao Qingqing snorted and said, "Not really, you’re always a wild bull, it’s just that I usually don’t mind it. Ah, now I really hope Yingying gets better soon, so that this energetic guy will stop clinging to me all day."

Song Xiaodong laughed proudly again, then embraced Miao Qingqing, and both quickly fell asleep.

In the next room, Song Xiaoru had trouble falling asleep. The soundproofing in the house was good, and normally she couldn’t hear any noise when Song Xiaodong and Miao Qingqing were intimate, but tonight Miao Qingqing was exceptionally excited, her screams too piercing, so Song Xiaoru ended up hearing some.

"This little rascal really does have stamina, how many times has it been?" Song Xiaoru couldn’t help but shake her head continuously, yet a hard-to-describe impulse began to secretly grow in her heart.

Song Xiaoru was already twenty-seven this year. In the city, this age wasn’t considered anything special, but in some backward areas, a woman of this age would likely already have children running around. Having preserved her chastity for so many years without even a boyfriend, she lacked particular desires for such matters.

But tonight, she suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness and wished for a man who could hold her, a man who could make her feel as if she were flying in the sky.

In a daze, Song Xiaoru fell asleep, her thoughts by day spurred dreams by night, and she helplessly found herself in a vivid dream.

In the dream, she was entangled with a man, rolling around; she wanted to refuse, to scream, but she couldn’t escape him, which saddened and distressed her deeply. However, when she saw the man’s face, she stopped resisting—it was Song Xiaodong.

"Dongzi, you can’t do this, I’m your sister," Song Xiaoru hastily exclaimed.

"We’re not blood-related, so you’re not my real sister, and whatever we do, it’s normal," Song Xiaodong replied with a wry smile, then he kissed her directly.

Song Xiaoru wanted to say more, but nothing could compare to Song Xiaodong’s roughness and impulse. Her consciousness soon collapsed, letting Song Xiaodong have his way, and she became increasingly enthusiastic, finally reaching the pinnacle of joy with Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaoru woke up amidst her own screams, only to realize it was all just a fleeting dream, feeling a wave of relief that, fortunately, it was only a dream. If it had been real, that would have been troublesome. Even though she and Song Xiaodong had no blood relation, Song Xiaodong already had Miao Qingqing, already had Xiao Yingying, and she, as his sister, how could she intervene.

But as she reminisced about the dream, Song Xiaoru was again intoxicated; the feeling was incredibly wonderful, making her desire a man for the first time.

"But could I really accept any man other than Song Xiaodong treating me this way?" Song Xiaoru suddenly harbored this doubt in her heart.

"Ah! What am I thinking? Dongzi is my brother, why do I keep thinking about him like this," Song Xiaoru couldn’t help but blame herself again.

"It’s just that I haven’t met a man that I like," Song Xiaoru consoled herself.

It wasn’t just the three people upstairs who had a rough night, the two people downstairs hadn’t slept yet either.

Xiao Yingying lay in her room for a long while but couldn’t sleep, so she got up and ran to Miao Xuanxuan’s room.

"What are you doing, not sleeping in the middle of the night," Miao Xuanxuan asked, holding her smartphone and playing a game, but today she was just losing, her mind wasn’t even in the game.

Xiao Yingying climbed onto the bed and said, "Sister Xuanxuan, stop playing games, let’s have a chat."

"Hey, you achieved your wish today, you’re excited and want to chat, but please don’t pick me," Miao Xuanxuan glanced at Xiao Yingying annoyed.

Xiao Yingying said with a grin, "Don’t say that, now I have, don’t you have a better chance in the future?"

Miao Xuanxuan snorted, "What do you mean by you have, then I have a chance? I don’t understand."

"Hehe, actually, I feel Sister Qingqing isn’t as hard to talk to as she seems, she’s actually very easygoing. Think about it, she accepted me, an outsider, so why wouldn’t she accept you, her own sister."

"I... just because I am her sister, I can’t do that," Miao Xuanxuan put down her phone and finally sighed.

"Why not? Isn’t it nice for everyone to be together? You’re her real sisters, and I’m an outsider, you should get along even better."

"Are you silly? Because I’m an outsider, if my sister accepts it, at most she would be mad at Dongzi, but me? I’m her sister, and sisters stealing each other’s husbands, how could she accept that in her heart, sigh, who asked her to be my sister, I better forget it."