The Invincible Son-in-law

Last time, this bastard drugged him, and then sent him right into Li Jingyi's room.

"You're joking, brother-in-law—as long as you two stay out of our business as a couple, I'll be counting my blessings," Lin Hao said with a snake-like smile.

Su Muchen immediately promised, "Don't worry, we'll never interfere in your and my sister's affairs again. In fact, we hope you two can stay together."

At that moment, her call went through, but unsurprisingly, Su Muyun didn't have time to come.

The three of them clinked glasses, started gorging themselves, and as the rounds of drinks and dishes went by, the conversation began to flow.

"Lin Hao, now that Director Zheng is under investigation, Mu Chen wants to move up. You've got to put in a few good words with Secretary Li!" Luo Zhijun said with a grin.

"Even though Director Zheng's been taken away, nothing's been decided yet. Let's talk about it later," Lin Hao said, not refusing directly.

Su Muchen smiled, raised her glass, and said, "Brother-in-law, anyway, I'm counting on you for this. Cheers!"

"You're way too polite, sis," Lin Hao raised his glass to hers.

Soon, the four bottles of baijiu they'd brought were all down, and the three of them were starting to feel a bit floaty.

All of a sudden, Lin Hao felt his head getting dizzy, and his body getting hotter and hotter. Something was wrong.

"Fuck! Not good! Got hit! That's an aphrodisiac!"

It was obvious the two of them had put something in his drink—he had just never noticed.

What was weird, though, was that it was all poured from the same bottle, and he hadn't touched any mineral water. So how the hell did he get dosed?

But at this point, he didn't care to think about it. All he could do was get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

"Sis, brother-in-law, we can't hold any more booze, so we'll be leaving first." Lin Hao stood up.

No way Su Muchen was letting him go—she grabbed him and said, "Brother-in-law, don't be shy, we haven't finished the drinks yet! Here, one more with me!"

What to do now? What the hell should he do?

Lin Hao's body was burning up, and his skin was growing crazy sensitive.

"So hot! I… I'm so hot! Let's… let's have… one more drink!"

Lin Hao didn't finish speaking—his head smacked down on the table with a bang.

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It was the only shot he had of getting out of this mess.

"Lin Hao, Lin Hao…"

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law…"

The two of them shook him hard, but saw that Lin Hao was already passed out.

Su Muchen and Luo Zhijun exchanged a glance, grinning wickedly at each other.

"So, what's next?" Su Muchen opened her mouth to ask.

Luo Zhijun pulled out a room card, chuckled sleazily, and said, "Room 1010, upstairs."

Soon enough, Lin Hao was dragged into the room by the two of them and tossed on the big bed. The drug's effect kept ramping up, making him feel like he was burning alive, forcing him to roll around on the sheets.

"You go rest in 1014. I'll go downstairs and get the reporters," Luo Zhijun handed Su Muchen a room card.

"Then hurry up—I… I drank… a bit too much tonight. I'm a little… drunk too."

Su Muchen had gone way past her usual tonight to take down Lin Hao—at least a whole jin of baijiu, and Luo Zhijun even more.

"I had too much too. You go rest, I'll fetch them," Luo Zhijun said as he headed out.

Out in the hallway, the two parted; Su Muchen went to rest, while Luo Zhijun made a call.

Soon, a woman strutted down the corridor, dressed trashy, heavy makeup, black stockings, stilettos, sashaying her little waist.

As long as Lin Hao got caught in bed with this girl, the reporters waiting downstairs would burst in, cameras flashing everywhere, and it'd all be over.

Luo Zhijun, overjoyed, opened the door with the card, pointed inside, and the girl went in without a word.

Bam!

The door shut. The girl stalked inside, glanced at Lin Hao on the bed, and started stripping off her clothes.

As she turned to hang up her clothes, she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head and collapsed, limp, to the ground.

Hearing sounds inside, Luo Zhijun—who was eavesdropping at the door—pressed his ear closer, trying to listen.

Suddenly, a hand chop came down from above.

Luo Zhijun's vision went black, and he fainted right there, dragged straight into the room.

Lin Hao stripped both of them naked and tossed them onto the bed, then, with the last ounce of his will, staggered out of the room.

From the direction of the elevators came a riot of noise, scaring Lin Hao stiff. He just happened to spot the room number 1014.

He pushed hard, and to his surprise, the door actually opened.

In fact, Su Muchen had left it open for Luo Zhijun, but this time, Lin Hao got lucky instead.

The sight that greeted him was enough to send flames shooting up through his body, numbing his mind.

Because she'd drunk so much, Su Muchen had already stripped off her jacket, showing off her lacy bra, and was only wearing a tiny pair of black panties below.

Her full, perky breasts jutted sky-high—enormous and round, her skin white as milk, belly flat as a board, and those long, shapely legs looking unbearably tempting.

Su Muchen's looks were nearly a match for her younger sister's, and the two even resembled each other a little—so much so, Lin Hao almost thought he was looking at his own wife.

"Luo Zhijun, you bastard, you tried to screw me? I'm going to fuck your wife to death tonight!" The urge for revenge swelled up in Lin Hao's heart.

Maybe it was because her body was so sensitive now, the half-conscious Su Muchen also seemed to react—though she thought it was her husband Luo Zhijun and started to moan.

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong. When she focused, she gasped: "Lin Hao!"

"Bitch, you're still trying to set me up? Tonight, I'll fuck you till you scream!"

Riiip!

Lin Hao's eyes were blood-red, wild as a tiger in a rage. He tore her cheongsam apart, exposing the lace underneath.

Her pale, creamy skin and the round, juicy curves of her ass were exposed to the air.

Blood pounding, Lin Hao couldn't hold back anymore—he grabbed her legs and wrenched them apart.

Staring at that mysterious black lace panty, Lin Hao didn't hesitate. He grabbed it and ripped, hard.

Rriiip!

The gossamer-thin panties tore like a butterfly's wing, right down the middle.

"Mmm! Nn…no…don't…"

Feeling her last bit of cover torn away, Su Muchen's eyes filled with terror. She whimpered into her hand, trying to block her dark, dewy mound from view.

But she was no match for Lin Hao's strength.

He pried open her soft, pale hands, reached right between her thighs, and immediately his eyes lit up.

He flaunted his wet fingers in front of her face and sneered, "Slut. You keep saying no, but your pussy's dripping wet!"

"No! It's not what you think!"

Su Muchen was burning with shame and anger inside.

Lin Hao grinned viciously. "Let's see whether your mouth is tougher than my dick!"

He circled her trembling entrance with the tip of his cock, making Su Muchen's body jolt as she instinctively tried to recoil.

But somehow, the pleasure flooding her body made her unconsciously push her soft, plump ass even closer to him.

Feeling that melting warmth, Lin Hao let out a savage laugh. "Dirty bitch!"

He seized her legs, yanked her over, rolling her onto her front.

Her white, round ass cheeks were spread open right in front of his eyes.

Staring at the forbidden garden between her thighs and the wrinkled rosebud below, Lin Hao lost all control and slapped her ass, hard.

A crimson handprint instantly blossomed across Su Muchen's pale cheek.

"Ah! Lin Hao, don't—you… you can't!"

Su Muchen tried to shield herself from Lin Hao, mortified that her most shameful parts were on full display to him.

But beneath the humiliation, a shiver of anticipation slipped in, making her hips quiver ever so slightly beneath his gaze.

Seeing this saucy, needy look on her, Lin Hao gave a cold sneer—then thrust forward, shoving his cock deep into Su Muchen's warm, soaking cunt.

"Pchhk!"