There are certain moments in life that become indelibly etched into one's memory. That sliver of snow-white under the cloak of night was branded deep into Wang Zhuo's consciousness; he had even secretly used his X-ray vision's imaging function to capture it, preserving it for later savoring.

They walked back in silence, and only upon reaching the car did Ruan Mingqing, her face flushing, remember something and ask tentatively, "Do you... need to relieve yourself?" Her reminder jolted Wang Zhuo into realizing that he, too, had been holding his urge for quite some time, but the diversion she created had made him completely forget!

"I'll take care of it!" He chuckled, quickly stepping aside, pulling down his trousers, and letting the floodgates open right there. The rushing sound carried a forceful impact, entirely unlike the listless sound of Zeng Yan when he relieved himself.

Ruan Mingqing stared fixedly at his back, her heart swelling with anticipation. Zeng Yan's physical condition was too poor, and coupled with the diabetes that affected his reproductive capabilities, his virility had long since faded.

Wang Zhuo, however, was the epitome of manhood; the gulf between them was immense. Now, Ruan Mingqing was entirely unattached, free from the shackles of Dao (morality), and could finally taste what it meant to be a woman!

The deluge concluded, Wang Zhuo shook the lingering droplets from his midsection, temporarily returning it to its 'nest,' and walked back to the car feeling completely unburdened. Ruan Mingqing was nestled in the corner of the back seat, like a placid Persian cat.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shone like myriad stars as she gazed at Wang Zhuo. Wang Zhuo flashed her a toothy grin, and the sight of his bright, even teeth reminded her of a predatory beast, casting her as the lamb awaiting slaughter.

But she regretted nothing—not in the slightest. Closing the door, Wang Zhuo kicked off his shoes, knelt before her, cupped her delicate face, and initiated another round of deep, passionate kissing.

One hand slipped beneath the collar of her dress, wandering freely, while the other pressed against his belt buckle, the sharp da-da-da sound marking the release of his leather belt. He grasped the beautiful widow's hand and guided it to his waistband, doing this twice.

Finally, Ruan Mingqing understood his intent, and with both hands, she unfastened his belt and zipper. The resilient fabric of his briefs, thick with masculine scent, was immediately before her, holding her gaze captive.

"Help me take these off," Wang Zhuo whispered close to her ear. Ruan Mingqing nodded shyly, leaned forward, grasped the edges with both hands, and began to pull them down.

Just as often depicted in novels and certain cinematic genres, when the constraint was removed, there was an abrupt springing forth, accompanied by a soft thwack as it inevitably connected with Ruan Mingqing's chin. Ruan Mingqing whipped her head away but couldn't fully evade it; Wang Zhuo had anticipated this, a mischievous, roguish grin spreading across his face.

Yet, this time, Ruan Mingqing showed no reaction to his laughter, for all she knew was Zeng Yan's little thing, which was scarcely harder than a pickled cucumber. The disparity between the two was a chasm!

She lifted her face, scrutinizing Wang Zhuo with an unusual look. She genuinely longed to ask what other women felt when they saw it.

"Come, give it a kiss," Wang Zhuo's voice was laced with eager anticipation. Ruan Mingqing quickly shielded her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at him and murmuring shyly, "I don't know how.

I've never done this." Untapped? Wang Zhuo was even more delighted—he laughed and encouraged her, "The first time is unfamiliar, the second time makes you familiar.

You'll like it, trust me." Ruan Mingqing suddenly felt a sense of exasperation mixed with amusement; this was an unexpected interlude. The beginning of the story was lovely, and the conclusion hadn't arrived, but the middle process was developing nothing like she had foreseen!

Did she really have to go through with this? She hesitated, half-intending to refuse, not wanting to spoil Wang Zhuo's mood or seem small-minded, yet refusing felt utterly unacceptable, bearing a sense of humiliation.

She truly didn't know what to do! Seeing her hesitation but no trace of displeasure, Wang Zhuo dared not miss such an opportunity.

He immediately smothered her with a passionate kiss, his hands providing fervent caresses, kneading Ruan Mingqing into a soft, yielding mass, and then repeating his request. Ruan Mingqing shot him a look mixed with shy reproach; she knew she was utterly lost.

This young man possessed an unbelievable magic that left her unable to refuse, both physically and mentally. Just as a rendition of Ghost finished playing, a woman's cheerful exclamation suddenly erupted from the car stereo, startling them both.

Looking around, Wang Zhuo realized that after playing a few tracks on the test disc, the system had switched to commercials. On the screen, Gui Lunmei was exaggeratedly devouring a fried chicken leg!

It turned out the sound system's effect was so good, and the source audio of the test disc so potent, that it was almost indistinguishable from reality! He turned back to exchange a look with Ruan Mingqing, caught between laughter and tears.

Their attention momentarily diverted, their gazes fixed on the screen together. "Can you imagine how huge Dicos's Chicken Fillet Baron is?" "Wow, how can it be this big!" "The meat is thick, the sauce has completely permeated the chicken.

The feeling of biting into that meat, wow nn..." "So tender, so smooth, and yet so substantial!" "I really can't stop, an unprecedentedly delicious taste, super big, super satisfying!" Gui Lunmei's solo monologue wasn't over, but Wang Zhuo was already laughing uncontrollably, and Ruan Mingqing couldn't suppress her giggles either. The dialogue in that commercial was too easy to misinterpret, especially given what they were about to do; it felt as if it had been tailor-made for them!

"You experience a feeling of bliss!" "Not eating it is torture!" "An unprecedentedly delicious taste nn..." Accompanied by her exaggerated descriptions, Wang Zhuo finally had his way, presenting his Dicos to Ruan Mingqing, inviting her to savor the exquisite taste... Lack of technique is often the best technique.

If presented with a choice between someone highly experienced and a novice, Wang Zhuo's preference was clearly for the latter. The reason was simple: experience could be found anytime, but the first time happens only once—it is irreplaceable.

A few minutes later, Wang Zhuo stopped while the pleasure was still high, withdrawing before she could grow impatient, shedding his clothes, and gently pressing her back onto the seat. His hand met warmth and moisture; he realized the young woman was already utterly saturated.

Her underclothes and lining pants had long since surrendered. Her body was soft as cloud, yielding as water; her breath was scorching like an erupting volcano; her voice was melodious like an oriole.

Wang Zhuo's stamina was well-known. Over an hour later, Ruan Mingqing had reached ecstasy countless times.

That peak of rapture was something she had never experienced in her life; the feeling of dying from pleasure left her gasping, murmuring, and screaming uncontrollably, completely lost to herself. Another wave of tsunami-like pleasure washed over her, leaving Ruan Mingqing too exhausted even to cry out.

Besides deep, shuddering breaths, she lacked the strength to open her eyes. Yet, Wang Zhuo remained like a tireless perpetual motion machine, riding her body to its limit.

Finally, silent tears of joy streamed down her face. So this was the delight of being a woman; the first thirty years of her life had been lived in vain.

In the soft glow of the moonlight inside the car, Wang Zhuo activated his X-ray vision to its lowest setting, just enough to clearly see the scene within. As he saw Ruan Mingqing's quiet tears, he slowly ceased his movement.

Lying beside her, Wang Zhuo reached out and gently tucked the strands of damp hair stuck to her face, whispering, "What's wrong?" Ruan Mingqing sniffled softly, opened her eyes, and admitted bashfully, "I suddenly feel like the first half of my life was wasted." Wang Zhuo was silent for a moment, grasping the meaning of her words before smiling faintly, "Was this your first time doing it?" Ruan Mingqing offered no spoken reply, but a wry smile served as her silent answer. Wang Zhuo wasn't sure how to respond, so he simply opened his arms, drew her close, and murmured softly, "Tell me, how did you waste the first half?" Time slipped away during their quiet conversation.

Ruan Mingqing recounted her college life, her romance with Zeng Yan, their first time on their wedding night, and later, their marital life, pregnancy, and childbirth. Her life had been as bland as a glass of plain water.

The number of times they had been intimate could be counted on his fingers, and after having children, it had only happened twice more, both ending in failure. Only then did Wang Zhuo understand why the initial entry felt like entering a maiden, why her reactions were so intense, and why she had cried out in pain twice at the beginning...

"Then you truly lived the first half of your life in vain," Wang Zhuo commented with a mix of laughter and sorrow. "When I don't have a woman, at least I can seek out Miss Five Fingers.

You could only distract yourself with work." "Miss Five Fingers? Who is that?" Ruan Mingqing was genuinely confused.

Wang Zhuo grinned, raising his right hand, flexing his five fingers, and said, "These are Miss Five Fingers." Ruan Mingqing froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "I thought you were all natural too," Wang Zhuo said, unable to resist running his hand admiringly over her, "but then I realized yours was completely natural." Ruan Mingqing smiled sweetly, mimicking his sentence structure.

"I thought yours was all natural too, but then I realized yours was shaved clean." Wang Zhuo took her hand and placed it on his Dicos, then reached over to caress her natural growth again. She suddenly said, "I heard that having a pale Vagina means you bring misfortune to your husband." "That's just nonsense meant to fool people," Wang Zhuo laughed, shaking his head.

"Things like women looking masculine bring good fortune, or having large buttocks means they'll bear sons—those are just lies spun by matchmakers to sell unattractive women. Later, when these lies were repeated enough, they somehow became accepted as truth." "You seem to know quite a bit," Ruan Mingqing regained some energy, leaned forward, kissed Wang Zhuo's cheek.

"Got some strength back?" Wang Zhuo propped himself up, smiling. "Shall we start the second half?" "No, no," Ruan Mingqing quickly shook her head, covering herself with her hand, her expression wry.

"It's chafed now, it really hurts!" "Let me see if it's true," Wang Zhuo chuckled, reaching to pull her hand away, but his movement stopped abruptly the moment he grasped her wrist. Seeing his expression freeze suddenly, Ruan Mingqing had no idea what was happening and asked uncertainly, "What is it?" "Shhh," Wang Zhuo made a gesture for silence, lowering his voice.

"Someone's coming!"