The Fall of Married Woman Zhou Qian (1~2)

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The Fall of Married Woman Zhou Qian (1~2)
The Fall of Married Woman Zhou Qian

Author: Long Xiaoxia

Prologue

Summer flowers bloom brightly, and the sea breeze is gentle.

On a secluded mountain peak, a tall and beautiful woman sits on her lover's lap, writhing wildly. She
bounces up and down as if she were the rider in control, while the man beneath her is the wild horse she desperately wants to possess and
tame . With each vigorous movement, her smooth and full breasts sway up and down, and a large blush appears

above her breasts . "Hyperhe, thrust into me! Harder, harder! Thrust through my belly!" The man below was tall, wearing a red shirt, which made his face appear even redder. His originally handsome features were distorted with excitement. This was his first time having sex with his lover in the wild, and he hadn't expected it to feel so stimulating. Just as they were both on the verge of climax, a furious and desperate roar came: "Qian'er, what are you doing ?!" The man being ridden by the woman remained unmoved; his brain had switched to his lower body. He didn't react for , and his thick, hard penis still instinctively thrust upwards into the woman's vagina. The woman, however, turned pale and slid off her lover in a disheveled state, grabbing the tablecloth underneath to cover her dripping genitals. She stammered as the man approached, "Ah Jun, what brings you here?" The man called Ah Jun stared at her, his eyes practically spitting fire, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Why? Why ?" The man in red, having somehow straightened his lower body, blocked the woman's path and yelled at Ah Jun, "What are you doing? Qianqian doesn't love you anymore, why are you bothering her? With you like this, what can you give her?" Ah Jun didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on the woman, repeatedly pressing, "Tell me, why ? What have I done to wrong you?" The woman, her face full of shame, stammered, "Ah Jun, I, I..." "Why waste so much time talking to him!" the man in red said impatiently. Perhaps the man in red would have willingly accepted a slap, after all, he was indeed the third party. However, he couldn't stand her attitude of not even glancing at him. The man in red charged into the eye of the storm, as if to say, "Come at me if you dare!" Ah Jun, however, only wanted to negotiate with the woman, and shoved the man in red aside. The man in red had been waiting for this, and retaliated with a hook punch that landed heavily on Ah Jun's chin. A fierce fight began, and Ah Jun vented all his anger on this brawl. Despite seemingly having the advantage in height and weight, the man in red quickly fell behind, being knocked down . Yet Ah Jun didn't pursue him, always waiting for the man in red to get up before continuing the fight. The woman was tearing at Ah Jun, trying to get him to stop. This, of course, only fueled Ah Jun's anger. Besides, it wasn't Ah Jun who refused to stop, but the man in red who kept falling and struggling. As the third party who had stolen his friend's boyfriend, driven by his male instincts, the man in red couldn't show weakness in front of the woman's boyfriend. However, even he had to admit that he was completely outmatched, seemingly only fit to be beaten , and yet he was acting like a madman, constantly pushing forward to take the blows. In reality, the man in red wasn't insane. His mind was perfectly clear. This was the point the instructors at the police academy emphasized most: no matter the situation, don't let anger corrupt your mind. Calm down, calm down. The opponent in front of him appeared cool, but his inner despair and anger were written in his fiery eyes. No matter how many times he had lost to him in previous boxing classes, today the winner would be him. The man in red thought to himself, getting up again and again, enduring the excruciating pain in his body. Finally, the man in red was forced to the edge of a steep cliff. Behind him were bushes full of blooming flowers, but he knew that beyond that lay the abyss and the sea. He didn't despair. On the contrary, he knew his chance had come. When Ah Jun lunged at him again, he acted strangely, not meeting the attack head-on, but suddenly ducking his head and kicking his opponent in the back of the knee. Ah Jun lost his balance, stumbled, and fell forward. Everything ended in that instant. "Ah-Jun!" the girl screamed as she ran towards the bushes, the man in red grabbing her tightly: "Be careful!" Ah-Jun's body bumped against the protruding rocks along the way. Before finally plunging into the sea, he was already bleeding profusely and his skin was torn open. The girl desperately called out her ex-boyfriend's name, the man in red hugging her from behind, never letting go for a moment. In fact, his own heart was pounding wildly. Chapter 1: The Young Woman Whose Pubic Hair Was Spied On . Green Sea City, a rising metropolis in the eastern Pacific region of Taiwan, the French Coastal Restaurant in the Blue Bay Building. This is one of the best view restaurants in all of Taiwan. The circular seating area in the revolving hall on the 108th floor, although not a completely enclosed structure, still provides guests with a relatively private space. The curtains outside the private booths were drawn low, and the servants wouldn't approach unless a guest pressed the bell. Seated in booth A were a couple who had left a strong impression on the waiters. The man was Dr. Zhao Dongliang, a doctor who had returned from visiting relatives . He was tall, refined, and generous with tips. The woman, Zhou Qian, was a senior white-collar worker at a local listed company. Although it was winter in Green Sea, the booth felt spring-like, so Zhou Qian had taken off her coat, fully revealing her mature and sexy figure. Naturally beautiful Zhou Qian doesn't like heavy makeup, but she had clearly dressed up carefully for this date: She wore a dark purple, tight-fitting, thin cardigan with a narrow V-neck that subtly and alluringly revealed a deep cleavage ; a white lace skirt, the very short hem revealing a pair of long, voluptuous legs encased in high-quality black stockings, making them appear even more mysterious and sensual; and knee-high black high-heeled boots. Zhou Qian's hair was styled in an elegant updo, revealing her fair neck and flawless skin, possessing both the icy purity of a young girl and the porcelain-like smoothness of a mature woman. Zhou Qian is 26 years old, the prime of a woman's life. Coupled with a happy marriage and a carefree life, she naturally radiates beauty and is exceptionally stunning. It's no wonder that even the experienced waiters were amazed by her appearance. The handsome couple ate and chatted from noon until dusk. The revolving restaurant was turned to the seaside, where a bright moon hung over the Pacific Ocean, the water shimmering with cool, silvery light.

The two had almost finished a large bottle of red wine. Facing this romantic scene, their conversation
shifted from the initial rambling to reminiscing about their past relationship.

Zhao Dongliang suddenly asked, "Qianqian, tomorrow is your birthday, right?"

Zhou Qian's face flushed crimson, her alluring eyes glancing at him as she softly replied, "I didn't expect you hadn't forgotten."

Zhao Dongliang sighed, "How could I forget! Actually, I've wanted to call you several times, but I was afraid your husband
would be around."

Zhou Qian lowered her head, "Mmm."

Her delicate features, shy demeanor, and indescribable maturity shone through. Zhao Dongliang was
mesmerized, murmuring, "Qianqian, do you remember your eighteenth birthday?"

Zhou Qian buried her head even deeper into her deep cleavage, her voice barely audible, "Why bring that
up? It's been eight years! I'm old and fat now."

"Nonsense, you're still the same. No, even more beautiful than before," Zhao Dongliang retorted.

It turned out they were once first lovers. It was on the night of her eighteenth birthday that Zhou Qian
lost her virginity to Zhao Dongliang. Looking at the alluring young woman before him, Zhao Dongliang recalled her shy yet
wanton charm on their first night, and even after so many years, he still marveled at the Creator's wondrous hand.

However, compared to her youthful innocence back then, Zhou Qian's mature beauty is now undeniably more captivating. Her
thighs are still as long and slender as ever, her waist as graceful as ever, only now with a touch more flesh, and her skin more supple.
Beneath her hair, her cheeks remain smooth, yet possess the mature allure unique to a young woman. Especially her long
and deep cleavage, truly mesmerizing.

Zhao Dongliang knows very well that Zhou Qian's cleavage is definitely not created by a push-up bra. Many people wonder
how Zhou Qian, with her slender and tall figure, could possess such naturally large breasts. Back then, Zhao Dongliang was also completely
baffled, and only when he first unhooked Zhou Qian's bra did he realize that her breasts were even
larger . However, Zhou Qian's breasts were particularly well-proportioned and didn't sag outwards, making them easily underestimated.

Under her first love's burning gaze, Zhou Qian's face flushed even more. She knew he must be recalling those
romantic and wildly passionate sleepless nights. To conceal the stirrings in her heart, Zhou Qian raised her glass and took a sip of wine. Men, after all,
are driven by their lower instincts, and he knew her body inside and out. This was
the unique . Back then, she had taken the initiative to try various sexual positions with him; now she could only
carefully maintain her distance—it felt like a lifetime ago.

With her head bowed, Zhou Qian heard Zhao Dongliang's gentle voice: "Qianqian, if we could do it all over again, would you
choose to go abroad with me?"

Actually, when Zhao Dongliang went abroad, he hadn't sincerely invited Zhou Qian to go with him; he
hadn't addressed any of her concerns. However, in her memories years later, their love
seemed so perfect that she no longer remembered those disappointing details.

Zhou Qian felt a little flustered. "I...I don't know."

"Yeah, that's fate." Zhao Dongliang looked deeply moved. "But, Qianqian,
you know what? When I see you, so beautiful, appear before me again, I really start to doubt
whether everything I've gained is worth it."

Zhou Qian's nose tingled with tears. "Don't say that. Isn't your girlfriend great?"

Zhao Dongliang said dismissively, "Great? If she had half your gentleness and beauty, I'd be
thanking my lucky stars ."

"How could that be?" Zhou Qian felt embarrassed. She had heard that Zhao Dongliang's girlfriend was a beautiful young
woman who studied dance, much younger than her.

"Really, Qianqian, I envy your husband so much. He has a priceless treasure!" Zhao Dongliang said, gently placing
his right hand on Zhou Qian's delicate thigh. The stockings felt wonderful; she could feel Zhou Qian's
body temperature .

Zhou Qian glanced at Zhao Dongliang's hand resting on her thigh but didn't object.

Zhao Dongliang was a master of the pleasure quarters, and besides, the young woman before him was a woman he had once controlled. He
pressed his advantage , his tone dreamy, "You're so beautiful! Qianqian, I often dream of you, but I now realize
that the you in my dreams is nothing compared to the real you."

"Don't tease me," Zhou Qian felt the atmosphere in the private room suddenly become ambiguous, but deep down,
she enjoyed this ambiguity.

Zhao Dongliang gazed deeply at the woman who had given him her virginity. "Really! Qianqian, hasn't anyone
told you you're becoming more and more attractive?"

"I...I don't know, I'm not that good..." Zhou Qian murmured, feeling Zhao Dongliang's breath
incredibly close, far beyond the boundaries of normal friendship.

She lowered her head, neither flinching nor responding. Before she knew it, Zhao Dongliang had gently embraced
her. In a daze, Zhou Qian felt as if she had returned to her innocent teenage years. Zhao Dongliang's lips pressed against hers, and
Zhou Qian's breathing quickened.

The intimacy of physical skin is so alluring to men and women caught in the throes of passion, especially lovers who were once one.
This feeling lingers deep within, and once awakened, all reason vanishes.

Zhou Qian's transformation, of course, did not escape Zhao Dongliang's keen eyes. He suppressed his excitement. His primary reason for going to great lengths to meet with Zhou Qian was to regain her more alluring sensuality
after . He knew
every secret of Zhou Qian's body. If he could grasp her weakness, she would never refuse him.

With this in mind, Dr. Zhao Dongliang did not hesitate. His hands, as precise as a scalpel, glided over
Zhou Qian's stockings, caressed her inner thighs, and reached the slightly bulging crotch of her panties. Memories of
Zhou Qian's private parts were instantly activated, and Zhao Dongliang's fingers gently
caressed .

Zhou Qian's body trembled violently, and Zhao Dongliang felt his fingertips were slightly damp—she was still
so sensitive! While his fingers moved, his lips were also busy, pressing them tightly against Zhou Qian's, but she
pushed him away.

It turned out that at the same time Zhao Dongliang was heading straight for her sensitive spot, causing her to gush with lubrication, Zhou Qian's rationality was
also revived by the intense pleasure. She was a dutiful wife married for several years, her
husband a promising police officer. How could she commit such a beastly act upon reuniting with her long-lost first love
? Did her first love see her as such a frivolous woman?

Zhou Qian abruptly stood up. "Dongliang, I should go home. We can contact each other by phone when you have time."

Zhao Dongliang slumped back on the sofa, blaming himself for being too hasty. What worried him even more was that as Zhou Qian hurriedly left
with her coat in hand , the swaying of her ample hips was still so alluring.

Back home, the first thing Zhou Qian did was take a shower. It wasn't that she was particularly
averse to Zhao Dongliang's touch; showering as soon as she got home was her habit after leaving the house.

In front of the dressing mirror, Zhou Qian took off her dress, revealing a purple bra and black pantyhose. The pantyhose clung to her
slender waist, making her breasts appear even heavier and more substantial. Zhou Qian was very satisfied with herself in the mirror.
After all, Zhou Qian had meticulously prepared for today's date for over two hours. She was the type of person who
didn't , especially since she was meeting her first love.

Actually, Zhou Qian didn't have many fantasies about her first love. However, that's just
how ; they always want to seize every opportunity to silently tell their exes: losing me was the biggest mistake of your life. Besides,
Zhao Dongliang had said he would bring his girlfriend along. Zhou Qian naturally wanted to completely outshine that pretty girl.

To her surprise, when she arrived at the private room, she found only her ex-boyfriend waiting for her.
Zhao Dongliang claimed his girlfriend had something come up, but Zhou Qian wasn't stupid; she knew she'd been tricked. This guy definitely hadn't planned on bringing
his girlfriend. However, Zhou Qian still felt quite
good about discovering that her ex-boyfriend was occasionally peeking at her cleavage and thighs .

"You only have yourself to blame! Now you can see it, but you can't have it," Zhou Qian thought smugly.
How infatuated she had been with this handsome, academically excellent young man!

As she thought this, Zhou Qian pulled down the two legs of her pantyhose, then took off her last piece of clothing—
a small pair of purple lace panties. Before throwing the panties into the laundry basket, she glanced seductively at
the secretions sticking to her crotch, feeling a pang of guilt.

She never intended to betray her husband, much less rekindle her romance with Zhao Dongliang. But when that guy
teased her like that, her body's reaction was probably even stronger than his. That's the downside of being a woman, is
n't it?

That night, Li Binghe returned home late as usual. He quickly showered and then crawled into bed. Suddenly,
he felt a warm, soft body against his chest. His wife, who had been awake, slid into his arms like a slippery eel.
Zhou Qian was boneless, her plump, smooth flesh rubbing against Li Binghe's muscular body.

Li Binghe was already a little tired, and with his wife's body pressed against him, his penis immediately became
erect . He hugged his wife again and discovered that she wasn't even wearing panties. His hand slid down and touched her lush
, smooth pubic hair. Li Binghe became even more excited, wanting nothing more than to thrust his penis into his wife's juicy
vagina .

Zhou Qian had waited for her husband until midnight and didn't want any foreplay. Her genitals were overflowing with lubrication. She hugged her husband naked and
cried out, "Husband, fuck me, fuck me!"

Zhou Qian usually wouldn't say a harsh word even when she was angry, but she had a particular fondness for swearing
during . Li Binghe, receiving his wife's command, quickly thrust in. Because they were both so eager,
the bedroom soon filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together and heavy breathing.

The next day was the weekend, and Li Binghe didn't wake up until late morning. He felt a void in his arms. Looking up
, he saw Zhou Qian standing in front of the bed, wearing a three-piece silk jacquard bra and low-waisted panties, holding two pairs of
pantyhose in her hand, lost in thought. There were also five or six pairs of pantyhose draped over the blankets, and even
a green pair beside Li Binghe's pillow.

Li Binghe had no idea how many pairs of pantyhose Zhou Qian had, but he knew his wife would
be agonizing over them again. He hated trouble, so he quickly got up, put on his pajamas, and handed his wife
a gift box , smiling, "Happy birthday!"

Zhou Qian was overjoyed. She opened the gift box and saw an exquisite women's watch inside, something she had long
hesitated to buy. She immediately hugged her husband and kissed him excitedly. Then, she said with a hint of resentment,
"Honey, why aren't there any flowers?"

Li Binghe smiled wryly, "They have to be out the door, where are they supposed to appear?"

"Oh!" Zhou Qian also felt she had gone too far, and chuckled, saying, "Then you can buy them for me later."

Li Binghe readily agreed, and Zhou Qian's attention returned to the most important matter at hand.
She asked with a troubled expression, "Sigh, honey, do you think these red fishnet stockings are too extravagant?"

No one answered, and Li Binghe, who was already prepared, had already escaped to the bathroom to wash up.

An hour later, Zhou Qian finally finished dressing, hurriedly ate a few bites of breakfast, and went downstairs with her husband
. Li Binghe went to the parking lot to get his car, taking the elevator directly to the basement. Zhou Qian, as usual, went to the lobby
to check her mailbox.

Reaching the doorman, Zhou Qian frowned: the lecherous old man was staring at her blatantly
, as if he were raping her with his eyes.

Zhou Qian bit her lip angrily. She and her husband had only moved into this upscale apartment building a week ago, and every
time she passed by downstairs, if the old man was on duty, Zhou Qian felt as awkward as if she were naked. Li
Binghe was a criminal investigator with irregular working hours, so Zhou Qian went to complain to the property manager herself. The person then
smiled and said, "Mrs. Li, all I can say is that you're incredibly beautiful!"

Zhou Qian complained to her husband about this, but Li Binghe surprisingly echoed her sentiment, saying, "Who told you to be so good-looking?"

It wasn't that Li Binghe didn't care about his wife, but rather that it was a difficult situation to complain about. The property management had said they would
manage the situation better, but before any physical contact occurred, simply staring at someone was hard to define
as indecent behavior.

Clearly, Old Gao had another eye candy today. Because it was her birthday, Zhou Qian's outfit today
was a stark contrast to her usual black ensemble, featuring a strikingly vibrant color scheme: a bright red, tight-fitting soft leather mini-dress with a low neckline that
revealed her incredibly voluptuous breasts; the skirt was so short it barely covered her ample hips; beneath the skirt were
long, shapely legs encased in pink and white princess-style pantyhose, paired with bright red high heels.

The central heating in the lobby was quite strong, and Zhou Qian hadn't yet put on her coat, moreover, she was eager to experience
what it felt like to wear this outfit. She had completely forgotten about the old doorman. At that moment, the old man's eyes kept
lingering on Zhou Qian's chest and the hem of her skirt. Zhou Qian glared at him and instinctively grabbed her mink coat to put it on.

At this moment, Old Gao grinned at Zhou Qian and pointed behind her, saying, "Mrs. Li, is that
what ?"

"Huh?" Zhou Qian turned her head and saw a colorful piece of paper on the ground. She guessed it was a business card she'd casually tossed into her coat pocket sometime ago that
had slipped out. She instinctively bent down to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, it was a salesperson's business card for anti-theft
equipment ; it probably wasn't hers. She turned to Old Gao and said, "Uncle, this isn't what I dropped
..."

Zhou Qian's words trailed off. Old Gao was staring at her lower body like an idiot, his murky eyes gleaming with
thieving excitement, his face filled with blatant lust. Even worse, the old lecher's hand was already inside
her pants , his body trembling slightly. It was obvious at a glance that the old pervert had ejaculated!

Oh no! Zhou Qian suddenly snapped back to reality: when she turned around to pick something up, this lecherous old man
must ! This old man actually played such a low-class prank! Zhou Qian
glared angrily at the old man, but the lecherous old man's gaze was still locked on Zhou Qian's lower body, clearly still immersed in sexual fantasies,
a drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Qian felt wronged and wanted to cry, so she tugged at her skirt and rushed out of the hallway. Li Binghe had already driven the car
out. Seeing Zhou Qian's appearance, he couldn't help but feel strange. He leaned out and asked, "Why aren't you wearing a coat?"

Zhou Qian then realized she was freezing. She put on her coat, went to the car, and pulled her husband out
, saying abruptly, "Binghe, don't let him get away with this! He's too much of a pervert!"

"Him? Which him? What happened?" Li Binghe was confused. Zhou

Qian, with tears in her eyes, hurriedly recounted what had just happened. Li Binghe, enraged, turned
and left. Zhou Qian quickly followed behind.

Li Binghe found Old Man Gao and immediately launched into a tirade. He was tall and imposing, and having
handled cases , his eyes were sharp; even ordinary citizens would instinctively take a few steps back if he glared at them. But this old man , Gao
, was a shrewd old fox; he just chuckled and didn't seem to care at all. Li Binghe wanted nothing more than to punch this pervert to the ground,
but as a government official, he couldn't afford to lose his temper in public, so he decided to leave it at that.

Zhou Qian, an emotional young woman, was left speechless after suffering such a setback and remained sullen the entire way. Li Binghe did
n't have much patience to comfort a woman, offering only a few perfunctory words of solace. Suddenly, Zhou Qian spread her legs and
said to Li Binghe, "Binghe, can you take a look at me?"

The car was warm, and Zhou Qian was only wearing a leather skirt underneath; with her legs spread, her lower body was completely exposed. Li
Binghe glanced at her and saw that the crotch of her pinkish-white pantyhose was slightly darker, revealing a pink lace low-waisted
pantyhose , with a slight bulge in the middle. He swallowed hard. "What's wrong? I'm driving."

"Oh, it's not like I'm asking you to do *that*!" Zhou Qian realized her husband had misunderstood and explained, blushing, "I'm asking
you to check if I'm showing anything!"

"Showing what? My underwear is showing! Of course it's showing!" Li Binghe still didn't
understand.

"Oh, you're so dense!" Zhou Qian said urgently, "Besides underwear, there's nothing else, right?"

"No, don't overthink it." Li Binghe continued to concentrate on driving.

It turns out, women have their own way of thinking. Zhou Qian thought that the old man
often , but she'd never seen him act this shamelessly before. Could it be that a single glance at her skirt would make him ejaculate?
She wasn't without underwear, and besides, she was wearing pantyhose.

Not understanding this made Zhou Qian uneasy. Li Binghe ignored her, so she took out a small
mirror started fiddling with it. Li Binghe was both amused and annoyed. "I'm telling you, don't let people outside see!"

Zhou Qian ignored him and continued fiddling with it, occasionally sticking out her ample buttocks. Suddenly, Zhou Qian let out a scream:
"Ouch!"

Li Binghe thought there was a dangerous situation ahead and instinctively slammed on the brakes, only to find that everything ahead was calm, but
the car behind had almost rear-ended him. His face flushed with anger, he turned and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so startled?"

Zhou Qian reached out and tugged at her husband, looking pitiful. "Honey, I know!"

"Know what?" Li Binghe asked irritably.

"Well, that old man saw my pubic hair..." Zhou Qian lowered her voice.

"Huh?" Li Binghe was a little confused by his wife's train of thought.

"It's the pubic hair inside my underwear, every single hair is sticking out... That pervert must have seen it all
... What am I going to do?" Zhou Qian was about to cry.

Li Binghe thought: It's already been seen, what can be done now? Besides, nothing important was seen!
However, he could only coax her, "It's okay, just be more careful next time."

"Oh!" Zhou Qian pouted.

"You should wear safety shorts next time, then you won't expose yourself at all," Li Binghe said, not thinking it
was a big deal.

"What? Who wears safety shorts under pantyhose? That's so tacky!" Zhou Qian protested.

"Oh, I was just saying," Li Binghe quickly relented. His delicate wife
could be like a child sometimes.

While Li Binghe and his wife were entangled in their own little affair, in the apartment building's doorman's room, Old Gao, enjoying a feast for the eyes,
still looked utterly lewd and satisfied. Before Zhou Qian moved in, he had used this little trick to seduce
many respectable young women in the apartment, and it always worked.

Actually, winter wasn't the best season for peeping; summer was the real treat. Once, a young woman
wearing a thong bent over, her underwear slightly askew, the fabric snagging to one side. Old Gao unexpectedly
caught a glimpse of a complete, dark red vulva, causing his blood pressure to spike and nearly making him faint. However, even then, Old Gao wasn't excited enough to masturbate, much less ejaculate in

less than ten seconds like today . Zhou Qian was Old Gao's most satisfying sexual fantasy over the years—slender, pretty, and voluptuous! Her long legs, her breasts, her large buttocks, her slender waist, even the look of disgust in her eyes when she looked at him excited him immensely. The truth is: if Zhou Qian hadn't reacted so strongly to his voyeurism, Old Gao might not have been so smug. It was precisely because Zhou Qian was almost in tears that the old man felt an even stronger sense of pleasure. Moreover, in the eyes of the infatuated old man, his gains were considerable. He not only saw Zhou Qian's sexy panties but also discovered that she was a hairy woman. Such a fair and clean beauty, yet she had such a messy tuft of pubic hair growing on her private parts. Don't be fooled by her refined appearance on the outside...

She'd definitely be a super slut once she got into bed! Thinking this, the old man's old penis unconsciously hardened again.

After fantasizing like this for a long time, the old man finally noticed the strange behavior of his colleague, Old Man Tan, beside him. Old Man Tan
was sitting in his chair, his lips trembling, muttering to himself, "It's them, it's them..."

Old Man Tan and Old Man Gao had applied for jobs at this apartment building a year ago, but he had recently
taken half a month off and only returned today. Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, they were fellow villagers working far from home, so
he asked with concern, "Hey Old Man Tan, are you alright?"

"Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine." Old Man Tan began to rearrange the newspapers and letters in his hands.

Old Man Gao gave Old Man Tan a suspicious look, thinking that it couldn't be that simple. This old fellow is usually so
serious ; he'd never act so eccentrically. Sure enough, after a while, Old Man Tan casually
started chatting with Old Man Gao: "Old Gao, I've been on leave lately, haven't quite a few new people moved into the apartment building?"

"Not many, just two families. One family rarely comes. And then there's Mr. and Mrs. Li, who just passed by."
Old Man Gao subtly observed Old Man Tan.

Old Man Tan's fingers visibly trembled, then he continued pretending to do his work, "Oh, a very nice couple.
Mr. Li must work for a big company, right?"

"No, Mr. Li is a police officer, and the lady seems to work for a company. What, have you seen
them ?" Old Man Gao countered.

"Ah? No, no, how could I have seen them? No way, no way!" Old Man Tan quickly
ended the conversation.

Old Gao stared at his colleague, a lewd smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, Li Binghe, as planned, took his wife to lunch. He had specially booked a table at the most luxurious
scenic spot in Green Sea City—the French Coastal Restaurant in the Blue Bay Building. This was his first time bringing his wife here, and he thought he could give
her a pleasant surprise.

Zhou Qian's reaction, however, was somewhat indifferent. She thanked her husband, but didn't seem particularly excited.
Li Binghe wasn't usually a very perceptive person when it came to relationships, but as a criminal investigator, he
was extremely sensitive to subtle clues when he wanted to.

Moreover, although Zhou Qian said it was her first time here, the way the restaurant staff looked at her, and
the way she walked, all indicated that she had been here before, and not recently!

Zhou Qian was still preoccupied with the lecherous old gatekeeper, her mind in turmoil, and she didn't notice her husband staring at her
suspiciously . Only after they sat down did Li Binghe ask, "Qianqian, you've never been here before, have
you?"

"Oh, no, why?" Zhou Qian replied casually, but inwardly she was startled: yesterday she had met her
first love, Zhao Dongliang, here, and almost rekindled their intimacy. Although she had nothing to hide,
she really didn't want to bring it up with her husband.

Li Binghe kept the question in his mind, but for the time being, he put it aside. Today was Zhou Qian's birthday, after all, and he didn't want
to cause any unpleasantness.

After lunch, Li Binghe and Zhou Qian went to a KTV in the city. They had invited about twenty
friends to the gathering, all of whom were close to Li Binghe and his wife, mostly his colleagues
and their wives or girlfriends. This was due to the nature of police work, especially the irregular working
hours , making it easy for police wives to form a stable social circle—a phenomenon common in any city.

It's said that criminal investigators all marry beautiful women, and there might be some truth to that. At least
the police wives invited by Li Binghe and his wife were all stylish and attractive. Despite their different professions, they got along very well.
Zhou Qian, as the main guest, naturally received a lot of praise, and after some harmless jokes, the atmosphere quickly became lively and cheerful.

The men temporarily ignored their antics, gathering at the other end of the private room to smoke and boast. However, Li
Binghe noticed his colleagues' gazes frequently lingering on his wife's chest and buttocks, which made him
feel somewhat smug.

After the morning's little incident, Zhou Qian's mood was complicated. Upon arriving at the private room, she made
a special trip to the restroom, not to urinate, but to tidy up her underwear. She struggled for a
long time in front of the mirror, finally managing to manage to tame the unruly pubic hair. Even so, when she
put her underwear back on, a dozen or so hairs could still be seen peeking out through her pantyhose.

Sigh, for now, this was the best she could do. They've gone completely overgrown after being neglected all winter; I'll have to give them
a good .

As the karaoke session officially began, the police wives rushed forward, vying for the microphones, and some even started dancing wildly, making
the scene even more lively. In contrast, Zhou Qian was rather quiet. Zhou Qian's close friend, Du Yingying, noticed that
Zhou Qian was preoccupied and quietly pulled her aside to chat on a corner sofa.

Du Yingying and Zhou Qian were different types of beauties; she was extremely charming and sweet. At this moment, she was wearing a black
short dress and black boots, which made her exposed, sock-free thighs appear even more alluring. Du Yingying was also
known as the "busty queen" in the Green Sea police force for her supposedly F-cup breasts. Actually, as best friends, Du Yingying
knew very well that the bras she and Zhou Qian bought were the same size.

Before Li Binghe was transferred to Green Sea Police Station, Du Yingying was recognized as the most beautiful police wife in the area.
After , Du Yingying's top position gradually lost its recognition. However, this did not affect Du Yingying
's enthusiasm for Zhou Qian. The two beauties were often seen together, attending various social activities in the police force, making them a truly eye-catching sister
duo.

Du Yingying was not only beautiful but also very understanding. After chatting for a while, Du Yingying lowered her voice
and asked, "Qianqian, did you and Binghe have a fight?"

"Ah? No way! Nothing like that," Zhou Qian quickly denied. Du Yingying's words weren't unfounded.
She was adept at reading people and noticed Zhou Qian's low spirits and Li Binghe's forced smile.

Du Yingying pressed, "Not a fight? Then what happened? Something seems off about both of you."

Zhou Qian had no idea that Li Binghe suspected her of going on a date with someone at a fancy restaurant. She assumed her husband was just as
obsessed with that perverted old man as she was. Hearing Du Yingying's words, she sighed and
recounted .

Unexpectedly, Du Yingying chuckled after hearing this. "I thought it was something serious. He's just
a poor old man with a repressed personality. What's wrong with showing him a few hairs? Just think of it as doing charity work!"

"What?! I don't want to do this kind of charity!" Zhou Qian punched Du Yingying in annoyance and pouted in protest.
"So it wasn't you who was being spied on, of course you don't care!"

Du Yingying laughed and put her arm around Zhou Qian's shoulder. "Even if I were being spied on, it wouldn't matter. So what if
I'm all covered up inside, so what if I'm not wearing underwear? Does he think he'll be missing something if he sees it?"

"Hmph! You're just a shameless little slut! I can't stand that!" Zhou Qian knew Du Yingying was teasing her on purpose
.

"Qianqian, I'm telling you the truth. Don't take this too seriously!" Du Yingying brought her cherry-like lips close to Zhou
Qian's ear. "Let me tell you, when you were sitting on the sofa just now, all those men across from you, including my husband,
saw your underwear, and they might have even seen your pubic hair. Why didn't you get angry?"

"This..." Zhou Qian was stumped by Du Yingying's question. She glanced at the group of men and stammered, "This,
this is different..."

"How is it different?" Du Yingying pressed.

"This..." Zhou Qian felt that Du Yingying was using a fallacy, but when she tried to refute it, she felt she had no way
to put it.

Du Yingying continued to comfort Zhou Qian, "In the end, if it were a handsome young man using this trick to spy on you,
you'd probably find him cute, right?"

Zhou Qian was taken aback, then reluctantly admitted, "Hmm? I hadn't thought about that. That would be a little different."

"Exactly! That's why I told you not to overthink it!" Du Yingying smiled sweetly, "Besides, if you're so
afraid of showing too much skin, why don't you shave your pubic hair?"

Although best friends usually talk about everything, Du Yingying's suggestion still startled Zhou Qian. She
exclaimed, "Shave it off? Won't my little sister be completely exposed? It feels so embarrassing. I don't want to!"

Du Yingying nodded, "Yeah. If you don't want to shave, at least trim it, otherwise how will you wear
a bikini ?"

Zhou Qian argued, "I trimmed it in the summer, but it's winter now, so I didn't pay attention."

Du Yingying shrugged, "I really can't do anything with you. Actually, even if you trimmed it yourself, it would probably look
like a chicken coop. How about this, the body salon I have a yearly membership at can trim body hair, I'll ask that
handsome guy . You can even choose the shape and style."

"Huh? Handsome guy?" Zhou Qian's already large eyes widened.

"Yeah, the body masseur I know best is a man." Du Yingying said matter-of-factly.

Zhou Qian was still glaring at Du Yingying. "Why are there men there? Isn't it supposed to be men-only?"

"Don't make a fuss. It's because there are men that their business is so good!" Du Yingying felt she couldn't reason with
the conservative Zhou Qian. "Alright! Never mind that. If you're not used to men, I'll introduce you to a female beautician
! It'll all be included in my annual membership anyway."

"Really? That's possible?" Zhou Qian was overjoyed.

"Yeah, I've got your back. Don't overthink it. It's your birthday today, have fun." Du Yingying
laughed .

"Okay!" Zhou Qian was naturally lively, and with Du Yingying's encouragement and the news that excessive pubic hair
could be resolved, her mood instantly brightened.

"Let's go sing!" Du Yingying stood up.

Zhou Qian grabbed her best friend and whispered in her ear, "Yingying, you said you could get fancy haircuts,
what kind of fancy haircut did your handsome guy give you?"

Du Yingying gave Zhou Qian a flirtatious glance, "You little hussy, you've got nothing better to do than tease your sister?"

Zhou Qian stuck out her tongue, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"What if I tell you?" Du Yingying said, "If I told you I shaved it all off, would you believe me?"

"Wow! Then you'd be a bald woman?" Zhou Qian exclaimed in surprise.

"Please keep your voice down!" Even though Du Yingying was usually so open and generous, she was also a little flustered.

"Well, how about I get to see it next time?" Zhou Qian wouldn't let go of her best friend.

"Alright, alright, let's go sing!" Du Yingying dragged Zhou Qian away.

The two beauties, clattering in their high heels, strode into the center of the private room, forcefully snatching the microphone, causing
screams and a commotion. Du Yingying announced, "Everyone, quiet down! I'm going to sing
a love song !"

Amidst the cheers, the birthday party, spearheaded by the female protagonist, officially began.

Chapter Two: The Bikini-Clad Young Woman Who Was Molested.

Inside the private room, laughter and songs, coupled with the rising heat, gradually warmed up Zhou Qian's birthday party.

Zhou Qian's husband, Li Binghe, is a senior police sergeant at the Green Sea Criminal Investigation Department. The guests he invited were all young
colleagues from the police station and their wives. A group of close-knit, attractive men and women gathered together for Zhou Qian's birthday, naturally
without any inhibitions and full of energy.

Whether it was due to her high spirits or the excessively high temperature in the room, Zhou Qian's face was rosy, and her delicate
skin it could be squeezed out of water. Her skirt was already extremely short, barely covering her ample hips, and with
all the jumping and hopping, the skirt would occasionally ride up, directly exposing her pink panties under her pantyhose.

Li Binghe reminded her several times, but Zhou Qian, preoccupied with playing around, grew impatient. "Ugh, why are you
always nagging me ? Just help me fix it!"

Li Binghe was rebuffed. His colleagues, suppressing their laughter, continued to take advantage of Li Binghe
's inattention to grope her: squeezing her breasts, nudging her buttocks, and rubbing against her thighs. Zhou Qian was naturally aware of these
seemingly "unintentional" actions, but as the focus of everyone's attention,
she not only didn't mind but was even somewhat proud of it.

Zhou Qian was getting more and more carried away, and while fighting with her friends for the microphone, her six-centimeter high heel slipped
, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily onto the sofa. There sat a row of muscular policemen. Seeing the beautiful woman
charging towards them, none of them stepped aside; they all rushed to catch her.

Zhou Qian crashed heavily into the handsome men's thighs and arms, but wasn't particularly startled. Instead, she giggled,
"Oh no!"

It turned out these detectives weren't exactly saints. Their eyes were already lingering on Zhou Qian's curvaceous
body, and the impact of the beautiful young woman's ample breasts and pert buttocks made them all a little restless. A few of them got
their hands dirty, some grabbing her buttocks and taking the opportunity to grope her, others sliding up her thighs,
and those lucky enough to touch her breasts naturally wouldn't miss the chance to experience it.

"Hey, Qianqian, are you alright?"

"Be careful! Can you get up?"

The muscular men exclaimed with concern, seemingly vying to help Zhou Qian stand up, but in reality, they were secretly using force to pull her up.
Zhou Qian was pressed into their arms, and they secretly began to grope her. She tried to get up several times but failed, instead
becoming breathless from their teasing.

"Get up!" A furious roar suddenly erupted in the private room, drowning out the deafening music
.

The colleagues who had been teasing Zhou Qian, and the police wives who had requested songs, all turned their attention to Li Binghe, who had just shouted.
Veins bulged on his forehead as he grabbed Zhou Qian's arm and yanked her away from the men
.

Zhou Qian cried out in pain, her arm nearly dislocated. The muscular men, realizing they had no fun, quickly
looked away. Zhou Qian was left looking pitifully at Li Binghe, trying to explain, "It's not like I didn't want to stand up
..."

"You still dare to say that!" Li Binghe's voice was low, but his tone was extremely stern. Zhou Qian bit her lip, tears welling
up in her eyes.

Du Yingying quickly came over and grabbed Li Binghe's arm, "Oh dear, Binghe, I specially requested
your favorite song for you! Come on!"

Li Binghe readily agreed and left. Du Yingying returned and sat down with the aggrieved Zhou Qian, comforting her for a long time, but
Zhou Qian still didn't smile. If it weren't for the unlucky omen of crying on a birthday, Zhou Qian would have already burst into tears.
Judging solely from the scene, Zhou Qian was indeed quite aggrieved. Putting aside the fact that it was her birthday, these people harassing her were all
Li Binghe's own colleagues. How could it be Zhou Qian's fault?

However, Zhou Qian didn't understand Li Binghe's mindset. After all, Li Binghe wasn't Zhou Qian's first love;
he had stolen her from someone else. In this context, a man
would naturally feel some apprehension towards his finally won wife: worrying that she might leave him one day. This is somewhat like
Zhao Kuangyin after the Chenqiao Mutiny and the ascension to the throne, constantly worrying that others would do the same thing to him.

Furthermore, Li Binghe's mood had started to darken at noon today. He was almost certain that Zhou Qian had been secretly meeting someone at a high-end restaurant behind his back
. With this mindset, he couldn't stand looking at his wife all afternoon,
feeling that she was deliberately showing off in front of his colleagues. What hurt his pride most was that she got
so angry when he asked her to be mindful of her skirt, making him lose face in front of his colleagues.

If you're so provocative, as if you're afraid men can't see what's under your skirt, why did you
bother arguing with that old man who peeked at your underwear this morning?

Thus, the scene where Zhou Qian accidentally fell into the arms of her colleagues and was harassed became the fuse. Li
Binghe certainly knew that those lecherous hands were the ones he should be condemning, but he couldn't afford
to fall out with his colleagues over a little prank, so all his pent-up anger could only explode on his wife.

After his outburst, Li Binghe, who had been sullen, started laughing and joking to cover it up. However,
everyone knew the atmosphere was off; after all, the real star, Zhou Qian, was pouting and sulking in a corner. At this rate,
the birthday dinner that evening was bound to become incredibly awkward. Just when everyone was finding it unbearable, Li Binghe's phone
rang.

He glanced at it, quickly picked it up, and walked out. It seemed to be an important call, most likely
an urgent task assigned by his boss. Sure enough, Li Binghe returned hurriedly after hanging up. He picked up
his suit jacket from the coat hook and explained to his friends, "Inspector Ma ordered me to come over immediately. Everyone's
had a great time here today, and dinner's already booked, so we can't stay with you!"

They were all police officers and their wives, so they understood the unexpected situation. But judging from Li Binghe's tone, even Zhou
Qian was leaving? Zhou Qian was also confused, and forgetting her argument with her husband, she asked, "What am I supposed to do there?
I'm staying to keep everyone company."

Li Binghe thought to himself: Stay here?
These lecherous guys are going to take advantage of you! Of course, he couldn't voice his true feelings, so he simply explained, "Inspector Ma specifically asked you to come along. He said it's a
reception dinner, and you need to bring your family."

"It's my birthday, didn't you explain?" Zhou Qian was still unhappy.

Li Binghe glared at Zhou Qian without saying a word. Zhou Qian mumbled a few words, then picked up her coat and bag and said goodbye to
everyone . Generally speaking, Zhou Qian was quite good at saving face for Li Binghe in front of others, even though
she was full of grievances today, she could only endure it for now.

Needless to say, Li Binghe and Zhou Qian didn't exchange a single word the entire way. Zhou Qian initially thought Li Binghe was
jealous and worried about leaving her alone in the private room, and that after taking her away, he would probably let her go home so he could go
carry out his mission. If that were the case, Zhou Qian even considered sneaking back to the private room. Unexpectedly, Li Binghe made
her stay in the car the whole time, and soon drove out of the city, heading towards the mountains along the coastal expressway.

Zhou Qian was full of curiosity, but unwilling to give in first in this marital cold war, she felt an irresistible urge to find out more.
Surely Li Binghe wouldn't be so worried about her that he had to bring her along as a burden to work?
Thinking this, Zhou Qian couldn't help but smile.

After entering the mountainous area, the car gradually slowed down. About an hour later, the road
opened up , and an antique-style archway appeared ahead, inscribed with: Beauty Hot Spring Resort.

Zhou Qian immediately beamed, her resentment towards her husband vanishing instantly. Grabbing his arm, she said,
"Binghe, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Li Binghe was somewhat bewildered by his wife's sudden good mood, only realizing after a moment that Zhou
Qian had mistakenly thought he had given her a huge birthday surprise. He gave a wry smile. "Inspector Ma is attending an
important . Don't get the wrong idea."

"Oh!" Zhou Qian pouted, realizing she had been presumptuous.

It turned out that Green Sea's hot springs were famous throughout Taiwan. Long before settling in Green Sea, Zhou Qian had
pestered Li Binghe to take her there for a vacation. Li Binghe had agreed, but after arriving in Green Sea, he
put it off. Just now, seeing the resort's sign, Zhou Qian had assumed this was the gift her husband was giving
her , and that his sulking all the way here was all an act.

The huge psychological letdown left Zhou Qian feeling dejected for a moment, but then she thought, being able to come here on company money
for a banquet was a rare experience. At this moment, Li Binghe whispered to her, "Inspector Ma said
this dinner is very important, so be a little careful later."

"Oh!" Zhou Qian replied somewhat aggrievedly, "When did I ever embarrass you?"

Li Binghe nodded and said nothing more. His wife wasn't a virgin, but in formal settings...
Her social etiquette was impeccable, especially since she was beautiful, which always enhanced her social image
.

To be honest, Li Binghe was a little nervous today. His superior, Inspector Ma Yongming, had called to invite him to a social event, which flattered him. It should be noted that Inspector Ma rarely called Li Binghe personally
, even when assigning tasks . Li Binghe naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to make a good impression, but he was completely clueless. What was the nature of the event? Who were the guests? Li Binghe knew nothing about any of this. With this apprehension, Li Binghe and his wife entered the hall. As several enthusiastic staff members approached them. After Li Binghe introduced himself, a handsome and capable young man immediately led the way. Walking down the luxuriously decorated interior corridors of the resort, looking at the exquisite handicrafts in the display windows on both sides, Li Binghe and Zhou Qian couldn't help but marvel at the distinct taste. They had expected to be led directly to the banquet hall, but the handsome man turned a few corners and led them to the changing room. "Mr. Li, Mrs. Li, please change first." "Huh?" Li Binghe and Zhou Qian were confused. Seeing their blank expressions, the handsome man quickly smiled apologetically and explained, "Don't you two know? Tonight is a hot spring bikini banquet; all guests will be wearing bikinis." A bikini banquet? No way! Li Binghe was taken aback. "But my wife and I didn't bring any swimsuits!" The handsome man said, "That's alright. The organizing committee has prepared various sizes of swimsuits, all from brand-name companies sponsored by the relevant manufacturers. Of course, whether or not guests wear their own swimsuits is up to them. There are staff inside who will arrange it." "Hmm, I see..." Li Binghe thought to himself, why didn't Inspector Ma explain this earlier? He made me look like a country bumpkin in front of the staff. Immediately, Li Binghe led Zhou Qian inside, but the handsome man stopped them. "Gentlemen, this is the men's changing room. The women's is on the right." Zhou Qian blushed and left her husband, walking to the right. When , Zhou Qian and her husband were both somewhat taken aback. However, her worries were different from her husband's. Thinking back to her embarrassing moment with the perverted old security guard that morning , her heart pounded with anxiety: if she was worried about flashing even in a dress, what would happen if she only wore a bikini bottom? Wouldn't her unruly pubic hair rebel? This was truly mortifying! Such a formal banquet, such a high-class place—how could she face everyone if she made a fool of herself ? Thinking of this, she almost turned and left. But a young woman wearing a two-piece swimsuit and a name tag around her neck smiled and approached, "Miss, this way please." Zhou Qian had no choice but to follow. Just then, crisp footsteps sounded from behind, and someone called out to Zhou Qian, "Excuse me, are you Miss Zhou?" Zhou Qian turned around and saw a woman in a business suit smiling as she walked towards her. This woman was slightly taller than Zhou Qian, with very delicate features, and her demeanor was impeccable. It was difficult to judge the woman's age: perhaps her well-trained and elegant demeanor concealed the traces of time —she could appear more mature than her actual age due to her competence, or she could appear younger due to her . Upon seeing her, Zhou Qian couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. She herself was a senior white-collar worker in a large company, but compared to the woman in front of her, she really did appear somewhat naive. She stopped and turned around to answer, "I am Zhou Qian. And you are?" "Hello, I'm Xiahou Dan from the Qinglong Society. If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Dan." As she spoke , the woman extended her slender fingers. After shaking hands, Xiahou Dan saw the young woman still waiting nearby and said kindly, "I'll take care of the guests. You can go ahead and do your work. By the way, the guests should all be here by now. Don't forget to pick up your set meals from the kitchen after the banquet starts." " Yes, Director Xiahou." The young woman turned and left. Zhou Qian had already guessed that Xiahou Dan must be a high-ranking person, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards this smiling white-collar beauty. Half-jokingly, she said, "Sister Dan, how come you look older than me?" Xiahou Dan smiled brightly, "That's for sure. But Miss Zhou is much more beautiful than I imagined, it's truly an eye-opener." "Ah, not at all!" Zhou Qian genuinely felt embarrassed. It was fine if others praised her, but this Sister Dan herself was an absolute beauty. Moreover, the tone of Xiahou Dan's voice when she mentioned her suggested that she had heard about her before? Could she also be a relative of someone in the police force? It shouldn't be, if there really were such outstanding women in the police force, she and Yingying shouldn't be unaware of it. The two beauties exchanged pleasantries like this, and Xiahou Dan led Zhou Qian to the entrance of an exquisite changing room. The heating boxhere . "Miss Zhou, this is your swimsuit. See if it fits?" Zhou Qian quickly thanked him. This was practically Xiahou Dan serving her while she changed, and she was truly flattered. Xiahou Dan and she said goodbye for the time being. Zhou Qian closed the dressing room door, opened the box, and took out her swimsuit. Her eyes lit up immediately—it was a pearl-white two-piece strappy bikini swimsuit, with gold and silver thread jacquard and studded with tiny, sparkling imitation diamonds. With the perfectly placed tassels, it was simply as noble as a queen. Such an elaborate bikini is probably not suitable for outdoor wear, but it would definitely ! Although she had anticipated that the outfits provided by the organizing committee wouldn't be too shabby, Zhou Qian was still quite surprised by its sheer magnificence. She and her friends, including Yingying, often went to the beach in the summer, and back then, they would compete with each other, racking their brains to buy many beautiful swimsuits, but compared to this, they all looked like country bumpkin outfits. Zhou Qian, being a woman at heart, couldn't help but feel weak in the knees and her heart race when she saw beautiful clothes. She couldn't wait to strip off her clothes. The mirror in the changing room reflected Zhou Qian's curvaceous figure. She first put on her bikini top in front of the mirror; the size was perfect, the tassels cascading down, revealing a deep cleavage—everything was just right. Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief. Because her breasts were fuller than average, she had been a little worried that the swimsuit would be too small. Next, Zhou Qian started putting on her bottoms. The bikini set thoughtfully came with low-waisted leggings. Zhou Qian carefully put on the leggings, only to discover, to her dismay, tufts of hair peeking out from inside.

Zhou Qian could only hope that her swim trunks would be enough to cover these unruly guys. However, once she was dressed, she
forgot all about it, because the swimsuit looked absolutely stunning. She couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror:
her breasts, waist, long legs, and pert buttocks were all perfectly accentuated by the swimsuit. The pearly white color
complemented her smooth, creamy skin beautifully.

Following the instructions in the changing room, she locked her clothes, phone, and bag in the locker, intending to hand the key to
the staff later. Then, she slipped on the high-heeled sandals placed beside the locker, opened the door, and went out. She was
now eager to show herself off to the guests.

"Wow! So beautiful! Miss Zhou, you could definitely be Miss World!" Xiahou Dan walked over from the side.
She herself was also dressed very beautifully: her hair was up, she was wearing a gold bikini, and she
had not an ounce of excess fat on her body, a wasp waist and a pert bottom, perfectly rounded and shapely.

Zhou Qian's face glowed with a transparent light, and she humbly said, "It's not that good. My butt is too big."

"Hmm? No, it's not."

Zhou Qian knew that her butt was a bit too big, it was hereditary. However, the tassel design of this swimsuit concealed this point
well , and also covered up the problem of her hair being exposed.

Xiahou Dan stepped forward and looked Zhou Qian up and down more closely, and asked, "Why aren't you wearing earrings? Don't you like them?"

"Earrings?" Zhou Qian was confused.

"Yes, there are earrings and hairpins in the box, didn't Miss Zhou see them?"

"Ah, I didn't notice!" Zhou Qian was too excited when she saw the swimsuit and didn't look closely at
the other quickly opened the cabinet to get them. Sure enough

, there was a set of silver earrings and hairpins inlaid with jade in the box, which Zhou Qian liked very much.
Xiahou Dan enthusiastically helped Zhou Qian take care of her hair, especially arranging it up, saying that she could take a bath in the hot spring later and that
it might be inconvenient to have her hair down.

After tidying her up, Xiahou Dan also stuck a double-sided tape number tag on Zhou Qian's waistband. Zhou Qian asked curiously
, "What's this?"

Xiahou Dan said, "Tonight's ladies' meeting will select a bikini queen. Each lady has to wear a number
to compete for first place. It's getting late, we need to hurry."

Zhou Qian followed Xiahou Dan hurriedly. Xiahou Dan seemed to know the way very well, and after a few turns, Zhou Qian, who was already
terrible with directions, completely lost her sense of direction. Just as Zhou Qian was feeling confused, she suddenly felt a dazzling light, and a
magnificent, golden hall appeared before her eyes. Zhou Qian couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Wow, so beautiful!"

On the shimmering golden dome, crystal chandeliers shone one after another, and hot spring pools were staggered,
connected by white jade bridges. Water jets sprayed from fountains sculpted in the shapes of elephants, mermaids, and seals
. The steam rising from the pools, illuminated by the crystal chandeliers, was dreamlike and ethereal.

However, the most breathtaking sight wasn't any of this, but rather the beautiful women strolling through the banquet hall. They wore bikinis of
various colors , each over 1.75 meters tall, carrying goblets, walking gracefully,
their smiles gentle and charming. Zhou Qian noticed that they all wore numbered tags.

Xiahou Dan introduced, "Today is the thank-you celebration for the island's annual beauty pageant. These beauties are all
top 100 finalists."

So that's how it is! Zhou Qian, who had thought she would be the most beautiful
woman there, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Compared to these beauty pageant contestants who were not even twenty years old, she felt like an old woman. However, Zhou Qian's disappointment was obviously
unnecessary . As Xiahou Dan accompanied her into the venue, every man and woman they passed turned their attention
to Zhou Qian.

"Look, Miss Zhou, you are definitely the queen of the night," Xiahou Dan teased with a smile.

"No, they're looking at you," Zhou Qian could only say, but she was secretly delighted.

Many of the men and women in swimsuits had ridiculously distorted figures, but their demeanor revealed their extraordinary
backgrounds ; they were high-level elites who would normally have no connection with ordinary people like herself. Under their gaze,
Zhou Qian even felt lightheaded. In comparison, the scene in the KTV room that afternoon seemed like a
distant memory .

If Zhou Qian felt any regret, it was that those in her circle
didn't have the chance to see her in such a glamorous state.

As if to make up for Zhou Qian's regret, someone approached and greeted her from afar: "
Mrs. Li!"

Being called "Mrs. Li" made Zhou Qian, who was always addressed as Miss Zhou by Xiahou Dan, feel a little uncomfortable. She
looked up and saw that the person was actually her husband's colleague, Huang Zhiwei, the director of the surveillance department of the Green Sea Police Bureau. Huang Zhiwei was
a fat man, wearing an ugly gray bikini bottom, looking utterly ridiculous.

Zhou Qian had no choice but to greet him warmly. Like other police wives, she really disliked this sleazy
guy, but she couldn't afford to offend him. Huang Zhiwei's job was to supervise police discipline; if you offended him, he
could easily fabricate charges against your husband, and even without evidence, he could make you suffer greatly.

For this reason, Yingying had warned Zhou Qian long ago: in the police station, this fat Huang
was . Xiahou Dan saw that she could only force a smile and greet him warmly.

Huang Zhiwei squinted, looking Zhou Qian up and down, especially staring at her chest for a long time.
This fat man was short and stocky, and with Zhou Qian wearing high-heeled sandals, his lecherous eyes were almost level with Zhou Qian's chest,
nearly sinking into her deep cleavage.

"Um, Director Huang, have you seen my husband?" Zhou Qian quickly made an excuse to get rid of him.

"Looking for Sergeant Li? I see him, he's over there, I'll take you there!" As he spoke, Huang Zhiwei's hand
was already on Zhou Qian's waist. Zhou Qian's slender waist looked delicate, but it was actually quite fleshy. Huang Zhiwei
's touch felt like touching a lump of smooth fat, incredibly pleasurable.

Zhou Qian subtly shifted her body, imperceptibly removing Huang Zhiwei's lewd hand. In public,
Huang Zhiwei couldn't insist, so he pretended to be friendly and took Zhou Qian's arm as they walked and talked. They walked until they reached
a secluded corner of the hall, near a large stone pillar. Zhou Qian asked curiously, "My husband isn't here,
is he?"

"Oh, he was chatting with Inspector Ma about work here earlier, he probably moved on!" A sly glint
flashed as he suddenly moved closer to Zhou Qian.

Caught off guard, Zhou Qian was pressed against the pillar by Huang Zhiwei. She felt a sudden tightness in her chest, her breasts...
It instantly deformed and flattened. At the same time, she felt a greasy, ambiguous, and unpleasant heat on her pert buttocks,
which quickly condensed into the shape of a sausage, rubbing against the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

Zhou Qian instantly fell into an abyss of humiliation. She never expected Huang Zhiwei to be so bold, and
was so shocked that she was speechless. She struggled uselessly for a few moments before she could speak: "Director Huang, please don't do this, let me go
..."

"That won't do, at least wait until I relax!" Huang Zhiwei said, continuing to press down. He
was much shorter than Zhou Qian, but this made it convenient for his thick, short, sausage-like penis to press against the crotch of Zhou Qian's pants
. Zhou Qian was almost in tears. She finally understood why her friends had all looked at Huang Zhiwei with such
strange . So that's what kind of person he was!

Huang Zhiwei was short and stocky, his face only reaching Zhou Qian's snow-white back. Beneath his piled-up hair, his snow-white
neck and fragrant shoulders exuded a pleasant scent. He felt his penis growing harder and harder, and it suddenly darted out of his swim
trunks, rubbing violently against Zhou Qian's crotch.

"What are you doing…" Overwhelmed with disgust, Zhou Qian's mouth watered. She vaguely
realized Huang Zhiwei's intentions, and fear welled up within her.

"What do you say? My princess, my queen! The moment I saw you dressed like this, I got up! The one who tied the knot
must , so you'd better take responsibility!" Huang Zhiwei's breathing became heavy.

My God, how could there be such a pervert? Not far away, by the pool and the dining table, the guests
chatted in twos and threes with wine glasses in hand, and no one noticed the two "intimately talking" partners. Even if they did notice, the
fat man could easily slip away. If it were just Huang Zhiwei groping her, Zhou Qian could tolerate it, but she felt Huang Zhiwei
rubbing his penis against her crotch faster and faster. If this continues, he will definitely…

Zhou Qian, unable to bear it any longer, warned in a low voice, “Director Huang, stop right now! Otherwise, I’ll call for help!”

“Go ahead and call!” Huang Zhiwei was unmoved. Instead, he lewdly stuck out his thick tongue and licked
Zhou Qian’s back, then said sternly, “Don’t think I don’t know what kind of thing you are! Aren’t you excited to have so many people
staring at your breasts and crotch? Are you wet inside? How about I touch you?”

Zhou Qian felt Huang Zhiwei’s hand slide past her waist toward her waistband. She struggled desperately,
which prevented Huang Zhiwei’s hand from invading her swim trunks, but it also made her buttocks and Huang Zhiwei even more tightly
connected . She was almost crying out, screaming, "No! Stop! I'm really going to call for help!"

"Go ahead and call! I told you to! Call everyone in the hall to see our pure and innocent queen.
Don't you like being the center of attention? Go ahead and call, let everyone in the hall see the wetness in your diamond panties!"

Huang Zhiwei lewdly grinned, his penis erect with extreme excitement, pressing tightly against Zhou Qian's
bikini bottoms. Zhou Qian knew that Huang Zhiwei could ejaculate at any moment, making a mess of her delicate swim trunks, and perhaps
even soaking her thighs. She felt a chill run through her body, her hands pressed against the pillar, tears streaming down her face in despair.

"Officer Huang!"

"Huh?" Just as Huang Zhiwei was about to reach his climax, he heard someone calling him from behind. This
call only made things worse; Huang Zhiwei, already at his limit, released his semen, which gushed from his swollen glans through his short
penis .

"It's over!" Zhou Qian felt a wave of despair. Not only was she defiled, but she'd been seen! She did
n't want any witnesses. How could she, as a police officer's wife, possibly complain to the police station's discipline chief? Besides, this wasn't exactly
something to be proud of…

In a daze, Zhou Qian's arm tightened, and a hand gently pulled her towards him. Then Huang Zhiwei's
chin pressed tightly against the pillar, his fat face pressed against the stone. One hand was already pressing down on his neck,
while a foot was pressing down on his flat, large buttocks, causing his penis to rub against the stone pillar, almost to the point of tearing the skin.
Unfortunately, Huang Zhiwei's ejaculation was uncontrollable; semen squeezed out of his glans, only to get stuck in the same spot.

The whole process probably took no more than thirty seconds, but those thirty seconds were
unforgettable . He was incredibly embarrassed and incredibly uncomfortable, his semen gushing out of his urethra, unable to escape.
The tender skin of his glans was rubbing against the patterned surface of the pillar, seemingly tearing the skin, causing a burning pain.

Finally, Huang Zhiwei's body relaxed, and the hand and foot behind his back simultaneously left him. The semen , now devoid of its impact,
slowly dripped onto the stone pillar, turning into streaks resembling snot. After a while, Huang Zhiwei still
slumped weakly against the pillar, wearily stretching out his short, thick fingers to shove his limp penis back into his swim trunks.

Even with Huang Zhiwei's domineering and shameless nature, he didn't dare turn around immediately.

Zhou Qian, as if in a dream, remained stunned for a long while before regaining consciousness. She hurriedly looked up to find the person who had helped her,
only to see a lean and muscular figure walking away—a figure she would never forget! Her
mind went blank, and she hissed, "A-Jun!"

The man slowly turned around, looking at her strangely.

Zhou Qian's face flushed crimson to her ears: this was a complete stranger. Tan skin,
strong muscles, sharp eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge—he looked somewhat mixed-race. In short, this person had absolutely nothing to do with the name she
'd been muttering .

Heaven knows what was wrong with her? Was it in her despair that she thought of the person who had always cared for her so tenderly
? Or was it because it was her birthday, and subconsciously she still remembered every
moment he'd gone to such lengths to please her?

The despair hadn't subsided; humiliation, fear, shame, coupled with a sudden, overwhelming wave of longing
… Zhou Qian instantly broke down, crouching down and sobbing uncontrollably.

When Zhou Qian stood up again, both her benefactor and her enemy had vanished. It truly felt like a dream
. She glanced instinctively at the stone pillar behind her, saw several snot-like streaks, and quickly looked
away .

This wasn't a dream. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, unable to stop for a long time. Just then, Xiahou Dan
appeared out of nowhere, calling out warmly, "Miss Zhou, you're here? Your husband is looking for you!"

"Yes," Zhou Qian hurriedly wiped away her tears.

Xiahou Dan pretended not to see anything, but quietly handed her a wet wipe. Zhou Qian unnecessarily tried to cover it up, saying,
"It seems like I got some dust in my eyes..."

Xiahou Dan nodded, put her arm around Zhou Qian's shoulder, and walked slowly. By the time Zhou Qian had gradually recovered...
Xiahou Dan then led her to Li Binghe. Li Binghe was chatting with Inspector Ma, who was introducing them to some
friends . Upon seeing Zhou Qian, Inspector Ma's eyes lit up, and he said amiably, "Ah, Mrs. Li, you've come at the perfect time!"

Several male guests couldn't take their eyes off Zhou Qian. At this moment, a tall, burly, bald man walked over
. This man's muscles were bulging together like potato chunks, and black hair stretched from his chest down to his abdomen,
disappearing into his swim trunks.

Zhou Qian subconsciously glanced at the man's swim trunks and noticed his prominent bulge. She
blushed slightly and quickly looked away. This man was not only extremely vulgar in appearance, but also had extremely poor manners. He
swaggered over, scrutinizing Zhou Qian as if she were a butcher shop. Li Binghe glared at the black bear-
like man , but the man didn't even notice.

"This is the host of this event, General Manager Cui of the Green Dragon Society!" Inspector Ma quickly introduced,
"This is the sharpshooter I told you about, last year's island-wide gold medal police chief, Li Binghe. This is
Chief 's wife."

The black bear-like man chuckled, his eyes fixed on Zhou Qian's chest: "Just call me Brother Xiong. Chief Li, your
wife is so beautiful! Haha!"

Li Binghe suppressed his displeasure and said calmly, "You flatter me!"

Zhou Qian's feelings were even more complicated. The general manager of the Green Dragon Society, wasn't that Xiahou Dan's superior? But
looking at him, he looked like a typical underworld boss. She found it hard to believe that an
elegant would work for such a vulgar, uncouth man.

She looked up to find Xiahou Dan, but the hall was bustling with people, and she couldn't see her at first glance. The most eye-catching sight
was the hundred beauty pageant contestants, strutting around with affected model walks, displaying their perfectly proportioned legs, constantly
weaving through the ranks of guests composed of bureaucrats and wealthy businessmen.

Zhou Qian noticed that Li Binghe kept stealing glances at the passing beauties, which was perfectly normal.
Normally , Zhou Qian would have deliberately acted coquettishly and mischievously, but tonight she simply wasn't in the mood for that.

As the banquet officially commenced, Zhou Qian roughly understood its nature: besides being
a celebration of the island's annual beauty pageant, it was also a thank-you event specially arranged by the Qinglong Society before the New Year, featuring several
rounds of raffles with generous prizes. This magnificent hot spring bikini extravaganza was naturally quite expensive, and the guests
who could attend were all considered prominent figures; Li Binghe was a special case, representing the lowest tier.

The ambitious Li Binghe was a workaholic, and being brought to this event by his boss naturally made him extremely excited.
Zhou Qian's initial goodwill towards the banquet had completely vanished. She busied herself with socializing, constantly exchanging pleasantries with people.
But those guys were incredibly enthusiastic when they saw her, and every male guest was eager to talk to her as much as possible. This
annoyed Zhou Qian.

What annoyed her the most was yet to come. Just after the buffet officially started, someone deliberately bumped into her breasts
. Turning her head, she saw Huang Zhiwei staring at her with a smirk. Li Binghe was nearby, and Zhou Qian, emboldened
, whispered, "What are you up to now?"

Huang Zhiwei remained defiant, "Don't be like that. As surveillance personnel,
it's our duty to understand the situation through the families of police officers."

"I... I never talk to my husband about work, I'm afraid I won't be able to help..."

"Whether you can help or not is up to our surveillance department." Huang Zhiwei said with a sinister smile as he left,
even waving goodbye to Li Binghe as he passed.

Zhou Qian glared fiercely in the direction Huang Zhiwei had gone, wanting to curse, but not knowing what to say. Then, she
had to continue to put on a smiling face and deal with the people who came up to her. The worst part was that although she met
quite a few people that night, the person Zhou Qian was really looking for didn't show up.

Where had he gone? Wasn't he one of the guests? Or a staff member? If so, he definitely shouldn't have disappeared
. It was really strange; she hadn't seen him before or after that. That fleeting glimpse seemed
like he had simply fallen from the sky to help her.

Sigh! Zhou Qian felt incredibly guilty. He had helped her in time, and she hadn't even said thank you. And that
wasn't all ; she had mistaken him for someone else, and she hadn't apologized for that either. Perhaps he had something to do and had left. It was just
a bizarre encounter, and she might never see him again in this lifetime.

A deep sense of loss washed over Zhou Qian, and despite the steamy atmosphere of the hot spring banquet hall, she felt a
chill . Around her, pairs of lustful eyes were fixed on her body, some
staring unabashedly, others feigning innocence but harboring deep hunger. These gazes lingered on Zhou Qian's fleshy buttocks, her slender waist, and her smooth
back, clearly intent on devouring her entire body.

In the mist, those eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie green light. Having experienced this strange birthday, Zhou
Qian vaguely understood: this world was full of wolves, and she was the most tender and succulent
piece of meat in their eyes.

The Fall of Married Woman Zhou Qian

Author: Long Xiaoxia

Prologue

Summer flowers bloomed brightly, and a gentle sea breeze blew.

On a secluded mountain peak, a tall, beautiful woman sat on her lover, writhing wildly. She
bounced up and down like a rider in control, while the man beneath her was the wild horse she desperately wanted to possess and
tame .

With each vigorous movement, her smooth, full breasts swayed,
a large blush appearing above her breasts.

"Hyperhe, thrust into me! Harder, harder! Thrust through my belly!"

The man below was tall, wearing a red shirt, which made his face appear even redder. His originally
handsome features were distorted with excitement. This was his first time having sex with his lover in the wild, and he never expected it to be so
exciting . Just as they were both on the verge of climax, a furious and desperate roar rang out: "Qian'er, what are you
doing?!"

The man being ridden by the woman remained unmoved; his brain had already switched to his lower body's mode, and he didn't react
for . His thick, hard penis still instinctively thrust upwards into the woman's vagina.

The woman, however, turned pale and slid off her lover in a disheveled state, grabbing the tablecloth underneath to cover her
dripping genitals. Looking at the approaching man, she stammered, "A-Jun, what are you doing here?"

The man called A-Jun stared at her, his eyes almost spitting fire, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Why?
Why ?"

The man in red, having somehow tidied his lower body, blocked the woman's path and yelled at Ah Jun, "What are you
doing? Qianqian doesn't love you anymore, why are you bothering her? What can you offer her in this state?"

Ah Jun didn't even glance at him, her eyes fixed on the woman, repeatedly pressing, "Tell me,
why ? What have I done to wrong you?"

The woman, her face flushed with shame, stammered, "Ah Jun, I, I..."

"Why waste so much breath on him!" the man in red snapped impatiently.

Perhaps he would have been willing to accept a slap, after all, he was indeed the other woman.
However, he couldn't stand her attitude of not even looking at him.

The man in red charged into the eye of the storm, as if to say, "Come at me if you dare!" Ah Jun, however, only wanted
to negotiate with the woman, and shoved the man in red aside. The man in red, having been waiting for this, retaliated with a powerful hook punch that struck
Ah Jun's chin.

A fierce fight ensued, and Ah Jun unleashed all his rage in it.

Despite seemingly having an advantage in height and weight, the man in red quickly fell behind, being
knocked down Ah Jun didn't pursue him, always waiting for the man in red to get back up before continuing the fight. The woman beside him tried to pull Ah Jun away,
telling him to stop. This, of course, only fueled Ah Jun's anger. Besides, it wasn't Ah Jun who refused to stop, but
the man in red who kept falling and struggling.

As the third party who stole his friend's boyfriend, driven by his male instincts, the man in red couldn't
show weakness in front of the woman's boyfriend. However, even he had to admit that he was completely outmatched, seemingly only fit
to be beaten , and yet he was acting like a madman, constantly taking the blows.

In reality, the man in red wasn't mad. His mind was crystal clear.

This was a point the instructors at the police academy emphasized most: no matter the situation, don't let anger
corrupt your mind.

Calm down, calm down. His opponent seemed cool, but his despair and anger were written in
his fiery eyes. No matter how many times he had lost to him in previous combat classes, today he would be the winner.

The man in red thought this as he repeatedly got up, enduring the excruciating pain in his body.

Finally, the man in red was forced to the edge of a steep cliff. Behind him were bushes full of blooming flowers, but
he knew that beyond that lay the abyss and the sea.

He didn't despair. On the contrary, he knew his chance had come.

When Ah Jun lunged at him again, he acted strangely, not meeting
her head-on ducking down and kicking her in the back of the knee. Ah Jun lost his balance and stumbled forward.

It all ended in that instant.

"Ah Jun!"

the girl screamed and ran towards the bushes, the man in red grabbing her tightly: "Be careful!"

Ah Jun's body bumped against the protruding rocks along the way. Before finally plunging into the sea, he was
already bleeding profusely and his skin was torn.

The young woman desperately called out her ex-boyfriend's name, while the man in red embraced her from behind, never letting go.
His own heart was pounding wildly.
Chapter 1: The Young Woman Spy on Her Pubic Hair

. The French Coast Restaurant in the Blue Bay Building, a rising metropolis in Green Sea City, East Pacific region of Taiwan.

This is one of the best scenic restaurants in all of Taiwan. The circular seating area in the revolving hall on the 108th floor, while
not fully enclosed, still provides guests with a relatively private space. The curtains outside the seating area are drawn,
and the servants will not approach unless a guest presses a bell.

Seated in booth A are a couple who have left a deep impression on the waiters. The man was Dr. Zhao Dongliang, who had returned from the United States
to visit relatives was tall, refined, and generous with tips.

The woman was Zhou Qian, a senior white-collar worker at a local listed company. It was winter in Green Sea, but the private room
was filled with the warmth of spring, so Zhou Qian had taken off her coat, revealing her mature and sexy figure.

Naturally beautiful Zhou Qian doesn't like heavy makeup, but she had clearly dressed up carefully for this date:
She wore a dark purple, tight-fitting, thin cardigan with a narrow V-neck that subtly and alluringly revealed a deep cleavage
; a white lace skirt, the very short hem revealing a pair of long, voluptuous legs encased
in high-quality black stockings, making them appear even more mysterious and sensual; and knee-high black high-heeled boots.

Zhou Qian's hair was styled in an elegant updo, revealing her fair neck and flawless skin, possessing both the icy purity of
a young girl and the porcelain-like smoothness of a mature woman. Zhou Qian is 26 years old, the prime of a woman's
life. Coupled with a happy marriage and a carefree life, she naturally radiates beauty and charm. It's no wonder that
even the experienced waiters were astonished by her appearance.

The handsome couple ate and chatted from noon until dusk. The revolving restaurant was turned to
the seaside, where a bright moon hung over the Pacific Ocean, the water shimmering with cool, silvery light.
They finished almost a large bottle of red wine, and facing this romantic view, their conversation
shifted from rambling to reminiscing about their past romance.

Zhao Dongliang suddenly asked, "Qianqian, tomorrow is your birthday, right?"

Zhou Qian's face flushed bright red, and she glanced at him with alluring eyes, saying softly, "I didn't expect you hadn't forgotten."

Zhao Dongliang sighed, "How could I forget! Actually, I've wanted to call you several times, but I was afraid your husband
would be around."

Zhou Qian lowered her head and murmured, "Mmm."

Her delicate features, shy demeanor, and mature air were beyond words. Zhao Dongliang was
mesmerized, murmuring, "Qianqian, do you remember your eighteenth birthday?"

Zhou Qian buried her head even deeper into her deep cleavage, her voice barely audible, "Why bring that
up? It's been eight years! I'm old and fat now."

"Nonsense, you're still the same. No, even more beautiful than before," Zhao Dongliang retorted.

It turned out they were once first lovers. It was on the night of her eighteenth birthday that Zhou Qian
lost her virginity to Zhao Dongliang. Looking at the alluring young woman before him, Zhao Dongliang recalled her shy yet
wanton charm on their first night, and even after so many years, he still marveled at the Creator's wondrous hand.

However, compared to her youthful innocence back then, Zhou Qian's mature beauty is now undeniably more captivating. Her
thighs are still as long and slender as ever, her waist as graceful as ever, only now with a touch more fullness, and her skin more supple.
Beneath her updo, her cheeks are still radiant, yet possess the mature allure unique to a young woman. Especially her long, narrow...
The deep cleavage was truly captivating.

Zhao Dongliang knew very well that Zhou Qian's cleavage wasn't created by a push-up bra. Many people wondered
how someone as slender and tall as Zhou Qian could possess such naturally large breasts. Back then, Zhao Dongliang was also baffled
, and only when he first unhooked Zhou Qian's bra did he realize that her breasts were
larger . However, Zhou Qian's breasts were particularly well-proportioned and didn't sag outwards, making them easily underestimated.

Under her first love's burning gaze, Zhou Qian's face flushed even more. She knew he must be recalling those
romantic and passionate sleepless nights. To conceal her inner turmoil, Zhou Qian raised her glass and took a sip of wine. Men, after all,
are driven by their lower instincts, and besides, he knew his own body intimately. This was the ambiguous atmosphere
unique . Back then, she had actively asked to try various sexual positions with him; now, she could only
cautiously maintain her distance. It felt like a lifetime ago.

With her head bowed, Zhou Qian heard Zhao Dongliang's gentle voice: "Qianqian, if you could do it all over again, would you
choose to go abroad with me?"

Actually, when Zhao Dongliang went abroad, he hadn't sincerely invited Zhou Qian to go with him; he
hadn't addressed any of her concerns. However, in her memories years later, their love always
seemed so perfect, and these disappointing details were no longer remembered.

Zhou Qian felt a little flustered. "I...I don't know."

"Yeah, that's fate." Zhao Dongliang looked deeply moved. "But, Qianqian,
you know what? When I see you, so beautiful, appear before me again, I really start to doubt
whether everything I've gained is worth it."

Zhou Qian's nose tingled with tears. "Don't say that. Isn't your girlfriend great?"

Zhao Dongliang said dismissively, "Great? If she had half your gentleness and beauty, I'd be
thanking my lucky stars ."

"How could that be?" Zhou Qian felt embarrassed. She had heard that Zhao Dongliang's girlfriend was a beautiful young
woman who studied dance, much younger than her.

"Really, Qianqian, I envy your husband so much. He has a priceless treasure!" Zhao Dongliang said, gently placing
his right hand on Zhou Qian's delicate thigh. The stockings felt wonderful; she could feel Zhou Qian's
body temperature .

Zhou Qian glanced at Zhao Dongliang's hand resting on her thigh but didn't object.

Zhao Dongliang was a master of the pleasure quarters, and besides, the young woman before him was a woman he had once controlled. He
pressed his advantage , his tone dreamy, "You're so beautiful! Qianqian, I often dream of you, but I now realize
that the you in my dreams is nothing compared to the real you."

"Don't tease me," Zhou Qian felt the atmosphere in the private room suddenly become ambiguous, but deep down,
she enjoyed this ambiguity.

Zhao Dongliang gazed deeply at the woman who had given him her virginity. "Really! Qianqian, hasn't anyone
told you you're becoming more and more attractive?"

"I...I don't know, I'm not that good..." Zhou Qian murmured, feeling Zhao Dongliang's breath
incredibly close, far beyond the boundaries of normal friendship.

She lowered her head, neither flinching nor responding. Before she knew it, Zhao Dongliang had gently embraced
her. In a daze, Zhou Qian felt as if she had returned to her innocent teenage years. Zhao Dongliang's lips pressed against hers, and
Zhou Qian's breathing quickened.

The intimacy of physical skin is so alluring to men and women caught in the throes of passion, especially lovers who were once one.
This feeling lingers deep within, and once awakened, all reason vanishes.

Zhou Qian's transformation, of course, did not escape Zhao Dongliang's keen eyes. He suppressed his excitement. His primary reason for going to great lengths to meet with Zhou Qian was to regain her more alluring sensuality
after . He knew
every secret of Zhou Qian's body. If he could grasp her weakness, she would never refuse him.

With this in mind, Dr. Zhao Dongliang did not hesitate. His hands, as precise as a scalpel, glided over
Zhou Qian's stockings, caressed her inner thighs, and reached the slightly bulging crotch of her panties. Memories of
Zhou Qian's private parts were instantly activated, and Zhao Dongliang's fingers gently
caressed .

Zhou Qian's body trembled violently, and Zhao Dongliang felt his fingertips were slightly damp—she was still
so sensitive! While his fingers moved, his lips were also busy, pressing them tightly against Zhou Qian's, but she
pushed him away.

It turned out that at the same time Zhao Dongliang was heading straight for her sensitive spot, causing her to gush with lubrication, Zhou Qian's rationality was
also revived by the intense pleasure. She was a dutiful wife married for several years, her
husband a promising police officer. How could she commit such a beastly act upon reuniting with her long-lost first love
? Did her first love see her as such a frivolous woman?

Zhou Qian abruptly stood up. "Dongliang, I should go home. We can contact each other by phone when you have time."

Zhao Dongliang slumped back on the sofa, blaming himself for being too hasty. What worried him even more was that as Zhou Qian hurriedly left
with her coat in hand , the swaying of her ample hips was still so alluring.

Back home, the first thing Zhou Qian did was take a shower. It wasn't that she was particularly
averse to Zhao Dongliang's touch; showering as soon as she got home was her habit after leaving the house.

In front of the dressing mirror, Zhou Qian took off her dress, revealing a purple bra and black pantyhose. The pantyhose clung to her
slender waist, making her breasts appear even heavier and more substantial. Zhou Qian was very satisfied with herself in the mirror.
After all, Zhou Qian had meticulously prepared for today's date for over two hours. She was the type of person who
didn't , especially since she was meeting her first love.

Actually, Zhou Qian didn't have many fantasies about her first love. However, that's just
how ; they always want to seize every opportunity to silently tell their exes: losing me was the biggest mistake of your life. Besides,
Zhao Dongliang had said he would bring his girlfriend along. Zhou Qian naturally wanted to completely outshine that pretty girl.

To her surprise, when she arrived at the private room, she found only her ex-boyfriend waiting for her.
Zhao Dongliang claimed his girlfriend had something come up, but Zhou Qian wasn't stupid; she knew she'd been tricked. This guy definitely hadn't planned on bringing
his girlfriend. However, Zhou Qian still felt quite
good about discovering that her ex-boyfriend was occasionally peeking at her cleavage and thighs .

"You only have yourself to blame! Now you can see it, but you can't have it," Zhou Qian thought with a touch of smugness.
How infatuated she had been with this handsome young man, excelling in both character and academics.

Zhou Qian thought to herself as she pulled down the two legs of her pantyhose, then removed her last garment—
a small pair of purple lace panties. Before tossing the panties into the laundry basket, she glanced seductively at
the secretions clinging to her crotch, a pang of guilt washing over her.

She had never considered betraying her husband, much less rekindling her romance with Zhao Dongliang, but when that guy
had teased her like that, her body's reaction was probably even stronger than his. This, perhaps, was the downside of being a woman
.

That night, Li Binghe, as usual, returned home very late. He quickly showered and then crawled into bed. Suddenly,
he felt a warm, soft body in his arms. His wife, who had been awake all along, slid into his embrace like a loach.
Zhou Qian was boneless, her plump, smooth flesh rubbing against Li Binghe's muscular body.

Li Binghe was already a little tired, and with his wife's body pressed against him, his penis immediately became
erect . He hugged her again and discovered she wasn't even wearing panties. His hand slid down and touched her abundant
, smooth pubic hair. Li Binghe became even more excited, wanting only to quickly insert his penis into his wife's juicy
vagina .

Zhou Qian waited for her husband until midnight, no longer wanting foreplay. Her lower body was overflowing with lubrication; naked, she clung to him,
crying out, "Husband, fuck me, fuck me!"

Normally, even when angry, Zhou Qian wouldn't utter a harsh word, but
during she particularly enjoyed swearing. Receiving his wife's command, Li Binghe immediately thrust in. Because they were both so eager,
the bedroom soon echoed with the sounds of their bodies slapping together and heavy breathing.

The next day was the weekend, and Li Binghe didn't wake up until late morning. He felt an emptiness in his arms. Looking up
, he saw Zhou Qian standing in front of the bed, wearing a three-piece silk jacquard bra and low-waisted panties, holding two pairs of
pantyhose in her hand, lost in thought. Meanwhile, there were five or six pairs of pantyhose draped over the blankets, and even
a green pair next to Li Binghe's pillow.

Li Binghe really had no idea how many pairs of pantyhose Zhou Qian had, but he knew his wife was going
to agonize over the pantyhose issue for ages again. He hated trouble, so he quickly got up, put on his pajamas, took out
the gift box handed it to his wife, and said with a smile, "Happy birthday!"

Zhou Qian was overjoyed. She opened the gift box and saw an exquisite women's watch inside, which she had been
hesitating to buy for a long time. She immediately hugged her husband and kissed him excitedly. Then, she said with a hint of resentment,
"Honey, why aren't there any flowers?"

Li Binghe smiled wryly, "They have to be out the door, where are they supposed to appear?"

"Oh!" Zhou Qian also felt she had gone too far, and chuckled, saying, "Then you can buy them for me later."

Li Binghe readily agreed, and Zhou Qian's attention returned to the most important matter at hand.
She asked with a troubled expression, "Sigh, honey, do you think these red fishnet stockings are too extravagant?"

No one answered, and Li Binghe, who was already prepared, had already escaped to the bathroom to wash up.

An hour later, Zhou Qian finally finished dressing, hurriedly ate a few bites of breakfast, and went downstairs with her husband
. Li Binghe went to the parking lot to get his car, taking the elevator directly to the basement. Zhou Qian, as usual, went to the lobby
to check her mailbox.

Reaching the doorman, Zhou Qian frowned: the lecherous old man was staring at her blatantly
, as if he were raping her with his eyes.

Zhou Qian bit her lip angrily. She and her husband had only moved into this upscale apartment building a week ago, and every
time she passed by downstairs, if the old man was on duty, Zhou Qian felt as awkward as if she were naked. Li
Binghe was a criminal investigator with irregular working hours, so Zhou Qian went to complain to the property manager herself. The person then
smiled and said, "Mrs. Li, all I can say is that you're incredibly beautiful!"

Zhou Qian complained to her husband about this, but Li Binghe surprisingly echoed her sentiment, saying, "Who told you to be so good-looking?"

It wasn't that Li Binghe didn't care about his wife, but rather that it was a difficult situation to complain about. The property management had said they would
manage the situation better, but before any physical contact occurred, simply staring at someone was hard to define
as indecent behavior.

Clearly, Old Gao had another eye candy today. Because it was her birthday, Zhou Qian's outfit today
was a stark contrast to her usual black ensemble, featuring a strikingly vibrant color scheme: a bright red, tight-fitting soft leather mini-dress with a low neckline that
revealed her incredibly voluptuous breasts; the skirt was so short it barely covered her ample hips; beneath the skirt were
long, shapely legs encased in pink and white princess-style pantyhose, paired with bright red high heels.

The central heating in the lobby was quite strong, and Zhou Qian hadn't yet put on her coat, moreover, she was eager to experience
what it felt like to wear this outfit. She had completely forgotten about the old doorman. At that moment, the old man's eyes kept
lingering on Zhou Qian's chest and the hem of her skirt. Zhou Qian glared at him and instinctively grabbed her mink coat to put it on.

At this moment, Old Gao grinned at Zhou Qian and pointed behind her, saying, "Mrs. Li, is that
what ?"

"Huh?" Zhou Qian turned her head and saw a colorful piece of paper on the ground. She guessed it was a business card she'd casually tossed into her coat pocket sometime ago that
had slipped out. She instinctively bent down to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, it was a salesperson's business card for anti-theft
equipment ; it probably wasn't hers. She turned to Old Gao and said, "Uncle, this isn't what I dropped
..."

Zhou Qian's words trailed off. Old Gao was staring at her lower body like an idiot, his murky eyes gleaming with
thieving excitement, his face filled with blatant lust. Even worse, the old lecher's hand was already inside
her pants , his body trembling slightly. It was obvious at a glance that the old pervert had ejaculated!

Oh no! Zhou Qian suddenly snapped back to reality: when she turned around to pick something up, this lecherous old man
must ! This old man actually played such a low-class prank! Zhou Qian
glared angrily at the old man, but the lecherous old man's gaze was still locked on Zhou Qian's lower body, clearly still immersed in sexual fantasies,
a drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Qian felt wronged and wanted to cry, so she tugged at her skirt and rushed out of the hallway. Li Binghe had already driven the car
out. Seeing Zhou Qian's appearance, he couldn't help but feel strange. He leaned out and asked, "Why aren't you wearing a coat?"

Only then did Zhou Qian realize that she was freezing cold. She put on her coat, went to the car, and pulled her husband out of the car. She said out of
the blue , "Binghe, don't let him get away with this this time! He's too perverted!"

"Him? Which him? What's wrong?" Li Binghe was confused.

With tears in her eyes, Zhou Qian hurriedly recounted what had just happened. Li Binghe, enraged, turned
and left. Zhou Qian quickly followed behind.

Li Binghe found Old Gao and launched into a tirade. He was imposing and tall, a seasoned
investigator with a sharp gaze that would make even ordinary citizens want to take a few steps back. But Old Gao, a seasoned veteran
, simply chuckled, completely unconcerned. Although Li Binghe desperately wanted to punch this pervert to the ground
, he was a public official and couldn't afford to lose his temper in public, so he decided to hold a grudge.

Zhou Qian, an emotional woman, was left speechless and sullen the whole way. Li Binghe
had little patience for comforting women, offering only a few perfunctory words of solace. Zhou Qian suddenly spread her legs and
said to Li Binghe, "Binghe, can you take a look for me?"

The car was warm, and Zhou Qian was only wearing a leather skirt underneath. With her legs spread, her lower body was completely exposed. Li
Binghe glanced at her and saw that the crotch of her pinkish-white pantyhose was slightly darker, revealing a pink lace low-rise
pantyhose with a slight bulge in the middle. He swallowed hard. "What's wrong? I'm driving."

"Oh, it's not like I'm asking you to do *that*!" Zhou Qian realized her husband had misunderstood and explained, blushing, "I'm asking
you to check if I'm showing anything!"

"Showing what? Isn't my panty showing? Of course it's showing!" Li Binghe still didn't
understand.

"Oh dear, you're so stupid!" Zhou Qian exclaimed hastily, "Besides underwear, there's nothing else, right?"

"No, don't overthink it." Li Binghe continued to concentrate on driving.

It turns out, women have their own way of thinking. Zhou Qian thought that the old man
often , but she'd never seen him act this shamelessly before. Did he really get excited and ejaculate just from seeing her skirt?
She wasn't without underwear, and besides, she was wearing pantyhose.

Not understanding this made Zhou Qian uneasy. Li Binghe ignored her, so she took out a small
mirror started fiddling with it. Li Binghe was both amused and annoyed, "I'm telling you, don't let people outside see!"

Zhou Qian ignored him and continued fiddling with it, occasionally sticking out her plump buttocks. Suddenly, Zhou Qian screamed,
"Ouch!"

Li Binghe thought there was a dangerous situation ahead and instinctively slammed on the brakes, only to find that everything was calm ahead, but
the car behind him had almost rear-ended him. His face flushed with anger, he turned and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so startled?"

Zhou Qian reached out and tugged at her husband, looking pitiful. "Honey, I know!"

"Know what?" Li Binghe asked impatiently.

"Well, that old man saw my pubic hair..." Zhou Qian's voice trailed off.

"Huh?" Li Binghe was a little confused by his wife's train of thought.

"It's the pubic hair inside my underwear, every single hair is sticking out... That pervert must have seen it all
... What am I going to do?" Zhou Qian was on the verge of tears.

Li Binghe thought: He's already been seen, what can he do now? Besides, nothing important was seen!
However, he could only coax her, "It's okay, just be more careful next time."

"Oh!" Zhou Qian pouted.

"You should wear safety shorts next time, then you won't expose yourself at all." Li Binghe didn't think it
was a big deal.

"What? Who wears safety shorts under pantyhose? That's so tacky!" Zhou Qian refused.

"Oh dear, I was just saying." Li Binghe quickly relented; his delicate wife
was sometimes really like a child.

While Li Binghe and his wife were entangled in their own world, in the apartment building's doorman's room, Old Gao, who was enjoying a feast for the eyes
, still had an extremely satisfied and lewd look on his face. Before Zhou Qian moved in, he had already used this little trick to flirt with
many respectable young women in the apartment building, and it always worked.

Actually, winter wasn't the golden season for peeping; summer was truly the best time. Once, a young woman
wearing a thong bent over, and her underwear was slightly askew, the small strip of fabric digging to one side. Old Gao unexpectedly
saw a complete, dark red vulva, causing his blood pressure to spike and almost making him faint.

However, even that time, Old Gao wasn't excited enough to masturbate, much less
ejaculate in less than ten seconds like today. Zhou Qian was Old Gao's most satisfying sexual fantasy over the years—slender, pretty, and
full of voluptuousness! Her long legs, her ample breasts, her large buttocks, her slender waist, even
the look of disgust in her eyes as she gazed at him—all of these excited the old man immensely.

The truth was: if Zhou Qian hadn't reacted so strongly to his peeping, Old Gao might not have
been so smug. It was precisely because Zhou Qian was almost in tears that the old man felt an even stronger sense of pleasure. Moreover, in
Old Gao's eyes, who was infatuated with Zhou Qian, his gains were considerable.

He not only saw Zhou Qian's sexy panties but also discovered that Zhou Qian was a hairy woman. Such a
fair and clean beauty, yet she had such a messy tuft of pubic hair on her private parts. Don't be fooled by her demure appearance on the outside;
she'd definitely be a super slut in bed! Thinking of this, the old man's old penis unconsciously hardened again.

After indulging in this fantasy for a while, the old man finally noticed the strange behavior of his colleague, Old Man Tan. Old Man Tan
sat in his chair, his lips trembling, muttering to himself, "It's them, it's them..."

Old Man Tan and Old Man Gao had both applied for jobs at this apartment building a year ago, but Old Man Tan had recently
taken half a month off and had only returned today. Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, they were fellow villagers working far from home, so
he asked with concern, "Old Tan, are you alright?"

"Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine," Old Man Tan replied, starting to rearrange the newspapers and letters in his hands.

Old Man Gao gave Old Man Tan a suspicious look, thinking it couldn't be that simple. This old guy was usually
so serious ; he would never act so strangely. Sure enough, after a while, Old Man Tan casually chatted with Old
Man : "Old Gao, I've been on leave lately, quite a few new people have moved into the apartment, haven't they?"

"Not many, just two families. One family rarely comes. And then there's Mr. and Mrs. Li, who just passed by."
Old Man Gao subtly observed Old Man Tan.

Old Man Tan's fingers visibly trembled, then he continued pretending to do his work, "Oh, a very nice couple.
Mr. Li must work for a big company, right?"

"No, Mr. Li is a police officer, and the lady seems to work for a company. What, have you seen
them ?" Old Man Gao countered.

"Ah? No, no, how could I have seen them? No way, no way!" Old Man Tan hurriedly
ended the conversation.

Old Man Gao stared at his colleague, a lewd smile playing on his lips.

Li Binghe, as planned, took his wife to lunch. He had specially booked a table at the most luxurious
scenic spot in Green Sea City—the French Coastal Restaurant in the Blue Bay Building. This was the first time he had brought his wife here, and he thought he could give
her a pleasant surprise.

Zhou Qian's reaction, however, was somewhat indifferent. She thanked her husband, but didn't seem particularly excited.
Li Binghe wasn't usually a very perceptive person when it came to relationships, but as a criminal investigator, he
was extremely sensitive to subtle clues when he was focused.

Moreover, although Zhou Qian said it was her first time here, the way the restaurant staff looked at her and the
way she walked all indicated that she had been here before, and not recently!

Zhou Qian was still preoccupied with the lecherous old gatekeeper, her mind in turmoil, and she didn't notice her husband staring at her
suspiciously . Only after they sat down did Li Binghe ask, "Qianqian, you've never been here before, have
you?"

"Oh, no, why?" Zhou Qian replied casually, but inwardly she was startled: yesterday she had met her
first love, Zhao Dongliang, here, and almost rekindled their intimacy. Although she had nothing to hide,
she really didn't want to bring it up with her husband.

Li Binghe kept the question in his mind, but for the time being, he put it aside. Today was Zhou Qian's birthday, after all, and he didn't want
to cause any unpleasantness.

After lunch, Li Binghe and Zhou Qian went to a KTV in the city. They had invited about twenty
friends to the gathering, all of whom were close to Li Binghe and his wife, mostly his colleagues
and their wives or girlfriends. This was due to the nature of police work, especially the irregular working
hours , making it easy for police wives to form a stable social circle—a phenomenon common in any city.

It's said that criminal investigators all marry beautiful women, and there might be some truth to that. At least
the police wives invited by Li Binghe and his wife were all stylish and attractive. Despite their different professions, they got along very well.
Zhou Qian, as the main guest, naturally received a lot of praise, and after some harmless jokes, the atmosphere quickly became lively and cheerful.

The men temporarily ignored their antics, gathering at the other end of the private room to smoke and boast. However, Li
Binghe noticed his colleagues' gazes frequently lingering on his wife's chest and buttocks, which made him
feel somewhat smug.

After the morning's little incident, Zhou Qian's mood was complicated. Upon arriving at the private room, she made
a special trip to the restroom, not to urinate, but to tidy up her underwear. She struggled for a
long time in front of the mirror, finally managing to manage to tame the unruly pubic hair. Even so, when she
put her underwear back on, a dozen or so hairs could still be seen peeking out through her pantyhose.

Sigh, for now, this was the best she could do. They've gone completely overgrown after being neglected all winter; I'll have to give them
a good .

As the karaoke session officially began, the police wives rushed forward, vying for the microphones, and some even started dancing wildly, making
the scene even more lively. In contrast, Zhou Qian was rather quiet. Zhou Qian's close friend, Du Yingying, noticed that
Zhou Qian was preoccupied and quietly pulled her aside to chat on a corner sofa.

Du Yingying and Zhou Qian were different types of beauties; she was extremely charming and sweet. At this moment, she was wearing a black
short dress and black boots, which made her exposed, sock-free thighs appear even more alluring. Du Yingying was also
known as the "busty queen" in the Green Sea police force for her supposedly F-cup breasts. Actually, as best friends, Du Yingying
knew very well that the bras she and Zhou Qian bought were the same size.

Before Li Binghe was transferred to Green Sea Police Station, Du Yingying was recognized as the most beautiful police wife in the area.
After , Du Yingying's top position gradually lost its recognition. However, this did not affect Du Yingying
's enthusiasm for Zhou Qian. The two beauties were often seen together, attending various social activities in the police force, making them a truly eye-catching sister
duo.

Du Yingying was not only beautiful but also very understanding. After chatting for a while, Du Yingying lowered her voice
and asked, "Qianqian, did you and Binghe have a fight?"

"Ah? No way! Nothing like that," Zhou Qian quickly denied. Du Yingying's words weren't unfounded.
She was adept at reading people and noticed Zhou Qian's low spirits and Li Binghe's forced smile.

Du Yingying pressed, "Not a fight? Then what happened? Something seems off about both of you."

Zhou Qian had no idea that Li Binghe suspected her of going on a date with someone at a fancy restaurant. She assumed her husband was just as
obsessed with that perverted old man as she was. Hearing Du Yingying's words, she sighed and
recounted .

Unexpectedly, Du Yingying chuckled upon hearing this. "What's the big deal? He's just
a poor old man with a repressed personality. What's wrong with letting him see a few hairs? Just think of it as doing charity!"

"What?! I don't want to do this kind of charity!" Zhou Qian angrily punched Du Yingying and pouted in protest:
"So it's not you who's being spied on, of course you don't care!"

Du Yingying laughed and hugged Zhou Qian's shoulder. "Even if I were being spied on, it wouldn't matter. Don't worry about
being fully covered up, so what if I wasn't wearing underwear? Does he think you're missing something if he sees it?"

"Hmph! You're such a shameless little slut! I can't stand that!" Zhou Qian knew Du Yingying was teasing her on purpose
.

"Qianqian, I'm telling you the truth. Don't take this too seriously!" Du Yingying brought her cherry-like lips close to Zhou
Qian's ear, "Let me tell you, when you were sitting on the sofa just now, all those men across from you, including my husband,
saw your underwear, and they probably even saw your pubic hair. Why didn't you get angry?"

"This..." Zhou Qian was stumped by Du Yingying's question. She glanced at the group of men and stammered, "This,
this is different..."

"How is it different?" Du Yingying pressed.

"This..." Zhou Qian felt that Du Yingying was using a fallacy, but when she tried to refute it, she felt she had no way to
put it into words.

Du Yingying continued to comfort Zhou Qian, "Ultimately, if a handsome young man were using this trick to spy on you,
you'd probably find him cute, right?"

Zhou Qian paused, then reluctantly admitted, "Hmm? I hadn't thought about that. That would be a little different."

"Exactly! That's why I told you not to overthink it!" Du Yingying smiled sweetly, "Besides, if you're so
afraid of showing too much skin, why don't you shave your pubic hair?"

Although best friends usually talk about everything, Du Yingying's suggestion still startled Zhou Qian. She
"Shave it off? Won't your little sister be completely exposed? It's so embarrassing! I don't want to!"

Du Yingying nodded. "Yeah. If you don't want to shave, at least trim it, otherwise how will you wear
a bikini ?"

Zhou Qian argued, "I trimmed it in the summer, but it's winter now, so I didn't pay attention."

Du Yingying spread her hands. "I can't do anything with you. Actually, even if you trim it yourself, it'll probably look
like a chicken coop. How about this, the beauty salon I have a yearly membership at can trim body hair. Next time, I'll ask that
handsome guy to trim it for you. You can even choose the shape and style."

"Huh? Handsome guy?" Zhou Qian's already large eyes widened.

"Yeah, the beauty therapist I know best is a man." Du Yingying said matter-of-factly.

Zhou Qian was still glaring at Du Yingying. "Why are there men there? Isn't it supposed to be men-only?"

"Don't make a fuss. It's because there are men that their business is so good!" Du Yingying felt she couldn't reason with
the conservative Zhou Qian. "Alright! Never mind that. If you're not used to men, I'll introduce you to a female beautician
! It'll all be included in my annual membership anyway."

"Really? That's possible?" Zhou Qian was overjoyed.

"Yeah, I've got your back. Don't overthink it. It's your birthday today, have fun." Du Yingying
laughed .

"Okay!" Zhou Qian was naturally lively, and with Du Yingying's encouragement and the news that excessive pubic hair
could be resolved, her mood instantly brightened.

"Let's go sing!" Du Yingying stood up.

Zhou Qian grabbed her best friend and whispered in her ear, "Yingying, you said you could get fancy haircuts,
what kind of fancy haircut did your handsome guy give you?"

Du Yingying gave Zhou Qian a flirtatious glance, "You little hussy, you've got nothing better to do than tease your sister?"

Zhou Qian stuck out her tongue, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"What if I tell you?" Du Yingying said, "If I told you I shaved it all off, would you believe me?"

"Wow! Then you'd be a bald woman?" Zhou Qian exclaimed in surprise.

"Please keep your voice down!" Even though Du Yingying was usually so open and generous, she was also a little flustered.

"Well, how about I get to see it next time?" Zhou Qian wouldn't let go of her best friend.

"Alright, alright, let's go sing!" Du Yingying dragged Zhou Qian away.

The two beauties, clattering in their high heels, strode into the center of the private room, forcefully snatching the microphone, causing
screams and a commotion. Du Yingying announced, "Everyone, quiet down! I'm going to sing
a love song !"

Amidst the cheers, the birthday party, spearheaded by the female protagonist, officially began.

Chapter Two: The Bikini-Clad Young Woman Who Was Molested.

Inside the private room, laughter and songs, coupled with the rising heat, gradually warmed up Zhou Qian's birthday party.

Zhou Qian's husband, Li Binghe, is a senior police sergeant at the Green Sea Criminal Investigation Department. The guests he invited were all young
colleagues from the police station and their wives. A group of close-knit, attractive men and women gathered together for Zhou Qian's birthday, naturally
without any inhibitions and full of energy.

Whether it was due to her high spirits or the excessively high temperature in the room, Zhou Qian's face was rosy, and her delicate
skin it could be squeezed out of water. Her skirt was already extremely short, barely covering her ample hips, and with
all the jumping and hopping, the skirt would occasionally ride up, directly exposing her pink panties under her pantyhose.

Li Binghe reminded her several times, but Zhou Qian, preoccupied with playing around, grew impatient. "Ugh, why are you
always nagging me ? Just help me fix it!"

Li Binghe was rebuffed. His colleagues, suppressing their laughter, continued to take advantage of Li Binghe
's inattention to grope her: squeezing her breasts, nudging her buttocks, and rubbing against her thighs. Zhou Qian was naturally aware of these
seemingly "unintentional" actions, but as the focus of everyone's attention,
she not only didn't mind but was even somewhat proud of it.

Zhou Qian was getting more and more carried away, and while fighting with her friends for the microphone, her six-centimeter high heel slipped
, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily onto the sofa. There sat a row of muscular policemen. Seeing the beautiful woman
charging towards them, none of them stepped aside; they all rushed to catch her.

Zhou Qian crashed heavily into the handsome men's thighs and arms, but wasn't particularly startled. Instead, she giggled,
"Oh no!"

It turned out these detectives weren't exactly saints. Their eyes were already lingering on Zhou Qian's curvaceous
body, and the impact of the beautiful young woman's ample breasts and pert buttocks made them all a little restless. A few of them got
their hands dirty, some grabbing her buttocks and taking the opportunity to grope her, others sliding up her thighs,
and those lucky enough to touch her breasts naturally wouldn't miss the chance to experience it.

"Hey, Qianqian, are you alright?"

"Be careful! Can you get up?"

The muscular men exclaimed with concern, seemingly vying to help Zhou Qian stand up, but in reality, they were secretly pressing
her into their arms and subtly groping her. Zhou Qian tried to get up several times but failed, instead becoming breathless from
the teasing .

"Get up!" A roar suddenly erupted from the private room, drowning out the deafening music
.

The colleagues who were teasing Zhou Qian and the police wives who were requesting songs all turned their attention to Li Binghe, who had just roared.
Veins bulged on his forehead as he grabbed Zhou Qian's arm and
yanked her away from the men.

Zhou Qian cried out in pain, her arm nearly dislocated. The group of muscular men, finding the situation uninteresting, quickly shifted
their gaze elsewhere. Only Zhou Qian remained, looking pitifully at Li Binghe and trying to explain, "It's not like I didn't want to stand up
..."

"You still dare to say that!" Li Binghe's voice was low, but his tone was extremely stern. Zhou Qian bit her lip, tears welling
up in her eyes.

Du Yingying quickly came over and grabbed Li Binghe's arm, "Oh dear, Binghe, I specially requested
your favorite song for you! Come on!"

Li Binghe readily agreed and left. Du Yingying returned and sat down with the aggrieved Zhou Qian, comforting her for a long time, but
Zhou Qian still didn't smile. If it weren't for the unlucky omen of crying on a birthday, Zhou Qian would have already burst into tears. Judging solely from
the situation, Zhou Qian was indeed quite aggrieved. Leaving aside the fact that it was her birthday, these people who harassed her were all
Li Binghe's colleagues; how could it be considered Zhou Qian's fault?

However, Zhou Qian didn't understand Li Binghe's mindset. After all, Li Binghe wasn't Zhou Qian's first love; Zhou Qian was...
Li Binghe had stolen Zhou Qian's love from someone else. In this context, men often feel
a certain apprehension towards their finally won wives: they worry that one day she might leave them. This is somewhat like
Zhao Kuangyin after his coup at Chenqiao, constantly fearing that others might do the same.

Furthermore, Li Binghe's mood had already turned gloomy by noon. He was almost certain that Zhou Qian had been secretly
meeting someone at a high-end restaurant. With this in mind, he couldn't stand looking at his wife all afternoon,
feeling that she was deliberately flaunting herself in front of his colleagues. What particularly hurt his pride was that she got so angry when he simply asked her to watch her
skirt, making him lose face in front of his colleagues.

Since you're so provocative, as if you're afraid men won't see what's under your skirt, why
bother arguing with that old man who peeked at your underwear this morning?

Thus, the scene where Zhou Qian accidentally fell into her colleagues' arms and was harassed became the trigger. Li
Binghe, of course, knew that those lecherous hands were the ones he should be condemning, but he couldn't afford to
fall out with his colleagues over a prank, so all his pent-up anger could only erupt towards his wife.

After losing his temper, the previously sullen Li Binghe started laughing and joking to cover it up. However,
everyone knew the atmosphere was off; after all, the real protagonist, Zhou Qian, was pouting and sulking in a corner. At this rate,
who knew how awkward the birthday dinner would become that evening? Just when everyone was finding it hard to bear, Li Binghe's phone
rang.

He glanced at it, quickly picked it up, and rushed out. It seemed to be an important call, most likely
an urgent assignment from his superior. Sure enough, Li Binghe returned hurriedly. He grabbed
his suit jacket from the hook and explained to his friends, "Inspector Ma ordered me to come immediately. We've all
had a great time here, and dinner is already booked, so we can't stay with you!"

Everyone was a policeman and his wife, so they understood the emergency, but Li Binghe's tone was inconsolable—even Zhou
Qian was leaving? Zhou Qian was also confused, forgetting her argument with her husband, and asked, "Why would I go?
I'll stay and keep you company."

Li Binghe thought: Leave you here? "These lecherous bastards are going to eat me alive, aren't they?" Of course,
this little man's thoughts couldn't be outspoken, so he simply explained, "Inspector Ma specifically asked you to come along. He said it's a
reception dinner, and you need to bring your family."

"But it's my birthday! Didn't you explain?" Zhou Qian was still unhappy.

Li Binghe glared at Zhou Qian fiercely, without saying a word. Zhou Qian mumbled a few words, then picked up her coat and bag and said goodbye to
everyone . Actually, generally speaking, Zhou Qian was quite good at saving face for Li Binghe in front of outsiders, so even though
she was full of grievances today, she could only endure it for now.

Needless to say, Li Binghe and Zhou Qian didn't exchange a single word the whole way. Zhou Qian initially thought that Li Binghe was
jealous and didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone in the private room. He thought that after taking her away, he would probably let her go home by herself so he could go
carry out his mission. If that were the case, Zhou Qian had even considered sneaking back to the private room. Unexpectedly, Li Binghe made
her stay in the car, and soon they drove out of the city, heading towards the mountains along the coastal expressway.

Zhou Qian was filled with curiosity, but unwilling to give in first in their marital standoff, she felt restless and itchy.
Surely Li Binghe wouldn't be so worried about her that he had to bring her along as a burden even when working, right?
Thinking this, Zhou Qian couldn't help but smile.

After entering the mountains, the car gradually slowed down. After about an hour's drive, the road
opened up , and an antique-style archway appeared ahead, inscribed with: Beauty Hot Spring Resort.

Zhou Qian's face immediately lit up with a smile, her resentment towards her husband vanishing instantly. She grabbed his arm and said,
"Binghe, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Li Binghe was somewhat bewildered by his wife's sudden change in mood, only realizing after a moment's surprise that Zhou
Qian had mistakenly thought he had given her a huge birthday surprise. He smiled wryly, "Inspector Ma is here attending an
important banquet, don't overthink it."

"Oh!" Zhou Qian pouted, realizing she had been presumptuous.

It turned out that Green Sea's hot springs were famous throughout Taiwan, and long before settling in Green Sea, Zhou Qian had
pestered Li Binghe to take her there for a vacation. Li Binghe had agreed then, but after arriving in Green Sea, he
had forgotten about it. Upon seeing the resort sign, Zhou Qian hastily concluded that this was the gift her husband was giving
her , and that his sulking the whole way was all an act.

The huge psychological letdown momentarily plunged Zhou Qian back into despondency, but then she thought that attending this
banquet at company expense was a rare experience. At that moment, Li Binghe whispered to her, "Inspector Ma said
this dinner is very important, so be a little careful later."

"Oh!" Zhou Qian replied somewhat aggrievedly, "When did I embarrass you?"

Li Binghe nodded, saying nothing more. His wife wasn't a virgin, but
her etiquette in formal settings was impeccable, and besides, she was beautiful, always adding to his social image
.

To be honest, Li Binghe himself was a little nervous today. Li Binghe was flattered when his superior, Inspector Ma Yongming, called to invite
him to a social event. It's worth noting that Inspector Ma rarely
called Li Binghe personally, even when assigning tasks. Li Binghe naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to make a good impression, but he was completely clueless. What was the nature of
the event ? Who were the guests? Li Binghe had no idea.

With this apprehension, Li Binghe and his wife entered the hall.
As several enthusiastic staff members approached them. After Li Binghe introduced himself, a capable and handsome
young man immediately led the way.

Walking down the luxuriously decorated interior corridors of the resort, admiring the exquisite handicrafts displayed in the windows on both sides, Li
Binghe and Zhou Qian couldn't help but marvel at the distinct taste of the place. They had expected to be led directly to the banquet hall,
but the handsome man led them through a few turns to the changing room. "Mr. Li, Mrs. Li, please change first."

"Huh?" Li Binghe and Zhou Qian were confused.

Seeing their blank expressions, the handsome man smiled apologetically and explained, "Don't you know? Tonight
is a hot spring bikini banquet, and all guests will be wearing bikinis."

A bikini banquet? Really? Li Binghe exclaimed in surprise, "But my wife and I didn't bring any swimsuits!"

The handsome man said, "That's alright. The organizing committee has prepared various sizes of swimsuits from the relevant manufacturers."
"Sponsored brand name. Of course, whether or not guests wear their own swimwear is their own decision. There are staff inside who will
arrange it."

"Hmm, I see..." Li Binghe thought to himself, why didn't Inspector Ma explain this earlier? He made me
look like a country bumpkin in front of the staff.

Li Binghe then led Zhou Qian inside, but the handsome man stopped them. "Gentlemen, this is the men's
changing room. The women's is on the right."

Zhou Qian blushed and left her husband, walking to the right. Hearing the novel
term , Zhou Qian was as surprised as her husband. However, her concerns differed from her husband's. Thinking back to her embarrassing moment with the perverted old security guard that
morning , her heart pounded with anxiety. She was already worried about flashing
even in a dress; what would happen if she just wore a bikini bottom? Wouldn't her unruly pubic hair rebel?

This was truly mortifying! Such a formal banquet, such a high-class place—how could she possibly make a fool of
herself ? Thinking this, she almost turned and left. But a
young woman in a two-piece swimsuit, wearing a name tag around her neck, smiled and approached her. "Miss, this way please."

Zhou Qian had no choice but to follow. Just then, she heard crisp footsteps behind her, and someone called out to her
, "Excuse me, are you Miss Zhou?"

Zhou Qian turned around and saw a woman in a business suit smiling as she walked towards her. The woman
was slightly taller than Zhou Qian, with exquisitely beautiful features and impeccable poise.
It was difficult to judge her age: perhaps her well-trained elegance concealed the signs of age
—she could appear more mature than her
actual .

Upon seeing her, Zhou Qian couldn't help but feel somewhat ashamed. She herself was a senior white-collar worker at a large company, but
compared to the woman before her, she truly appeared somewhat naive. She stopped and turned around to answer, "I
am Zhou Qian. And you are?"

"Hello, I'm Xiahou Dan from the Qinglong Society. If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Dan."
As she spoke , the woman extended her slender fingers.

After shaking hands, Xiahou Dan saw the young woman still waiting nearby and said kindly, "I'll take care of the guests. You can
go ahead and do your work. By the way, the guests should all be here by now. Don't forget to pick up your set meals from the kitchen after the banquet starts." "

Yes, Director Xiahou." The young woman turned and left. Zhou Qian had already guessed that Xiahou Dan must be a high-ranking
person, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards this smiling white-collar beauty. Half-jokingly, she said, "Sister Dan,
how come you look older than me?"

Xiahou Dan smiled brightly, "That's for sure. But Miss Zhou is much more beautiful than I imagined,
it's truly an eye-opener."

"Ah, not at all!" Zhou Qian genuinely felt embarrassed. It was fine if others praised her, but this Sister Dan herself
was an absolute beauty. Moreover, the tone of Xiahou Dan's voice when she mentioned her suggested that she had heard about her before? Could she also be
a relative of someone in the police force? It shouldn't be, if there really were such outstanding women in the police force, she and Yingying shouldn't be unaware of it.

The two beauties exchanged pleasantries like this, and Xiahou Dan led Zhou Qian to the entrance of an exquisite changing room.
The heating
boxhere . "Miss Zhou, this is your swimsuit. See if it fits?"

Zhou Qian quickly thanked him. This was practically Xiahou Dan serving her while she changed, and she was truly flattered.
Xiahou Dan and she said goodbye for the time being. Zhou Qian closed the dressing room door, opened the box, and took out her swimsuit. Her eyes
lit up immediately—it was a pearl-white two-piece strappy bikini swimsuit, with gold and silver thread jacquard and
studded with tiny, sparkling imitation diamonds. With the perfectly placed tassels, it was simply as noble as a queen.
Such an elaborate bikini is probably not suitable for outdoor wear, but it would
definitely !

Although she had anticipated that the outfits provided by the organizing committee wouldn't be too shabby,
Zhou Qian was still quite surprised by its sheer magnificence. She and her friends, including Yingying, often went to the beach in the summer, and back then, they
would compete with each other, racking their brains to buy many beautiful swimsuits, but compared to this, they all looked like country bumpkin outfits.

Zhou Qian, being a woman at heart, couldn't help but feel weak in the knees and her heart race when she saw beautiful clothes. She couldn't wait to strip off
her clothes. The mirror in the changing room reflected Zhou Qian's curvaceous figure. She
first put on her bikini top in front of the mirror; the size was perfect, the tassels cascading down, revealing a deep cleavage—everything was just right.

Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief. Because her breasts were fuller than average, she had been a little worried that the swimsuit would be too small.
Next, Zhou Qian started putting on her bottoms. The bikini set thoughtfully came with low-waisted leggings. Zhou Qian
carefully put on the leggings, only to discover, to her dismay, tufts of hair peeking out from inside.

Zhou Qian could only hope that her swim trunks would be enough to cover these unruly guys. However, once she was dressed, she
forgot all about it, because the swimsuit looked absolutely stunning. She couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror:
her breasts, waist, long legs, and pert buttocks were all perfectly accentuated by the swimsuit. The pearly white color
complemented her smooth, creamy skin beautifully.

Following the instructions in the changing room, she locked her clothes, phone, and bag in the locker, intending to hand the key to
the staff later. Then, she slipped on the high-heeled sandals placed beside the locker, opened the door, and went out. She was
now eager to show herself off to the guests.

"Wow! So beautiful! Miss Zhou, you could definitely be Miss World!" Xiahou Dan walked over from the side.
She herself was also dressed very beautifully: her hair was up, she was wearing a gold bikini, and she
had not an ounce of excess fat on her body, a wasp waist and a pert bottom, perfectly rounded and shapely.

Zhou Qian's face glowed with a transparent light, and she humbly said, "It's not that good. My butt is too big."

"Hmm? No, it's not."

Zhou Qian knew that her butt was a bit too big, it was hereditary. However, the tassel design of this swimsuit concealed this point
well , and also covered up the problem of her hair being exposed.

Xiahou Dan stepped forward and looked Zhou Qian up and down more closely, and asked, "Why aren't you wearing earrings? Don't you like them?"

"Earrings?" Zhou Qian was confused.

"Yes, there are earrings and hairpins in the box, didn't Miss Zhou see them?"

"Ah, I didn't notice!" Zhou Qian was too excited when she saw the swimsuit and didn't pay attention to the other items in the box.
He quickly opened the cabinet to get it.

Sure enough, there was a set of silver earrings and a silver hairpin inlaid with jade in the box, which Zhou Qian loved.
Xiahou Dan enthusiastically helped Zhou Qian with her hair, especially arranging it up, saying that it would
be inconvenient to have it loose when she was soaking in the hot spring later.

After tidying her up, Xiahou Dan stuck a number tag on Zhou Qian's waistband with double-sided tape. Zhou Qian asked curiously
, "What's this?"

Xiahou Dan said, "Tonight's ladies will be choosing a bikini queen, and each lady has to put on a number to
participate in the competition. It's getting late, so we have to hurry."

Zhou Qian followed Xiahou Dan hurriedly. Xiahou Dan seemed to know the way well, and after a few turns,
Zhou Qian, who was already bad at directions, completely lost her sense of direction. Just as Zhou Qian was feeling a bit dazed, a
dazzling golden hall suddenly appeared before her. Zhou Qian couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Wow, so beautiful!"

On the shimmering golden dome, crystal chandeliers shone one after another, and hot spring pools were interspersed,
connected by white jade bridges. Water jets sprayed from fountains sculpted in the shapes of elephants, mermaids, and seals
. The steam rising from the pools, illuminated by the crystal chandeliers, created a dreamlike atmosphere.

However, the most breathtaking sight wasn't any of this, but rather the beautiful women strolling through the banquet hall. They wore bikinis of
various colors , each over 1.75 meters tall, carrying goblets, walking gracefully,
their smiles radiant. Zhou Qian noticed that they all wore number tags.

Xiahou Dan introduced, "Today is the thank-you celebration for the island's annual beauty pageant. These beauties are all among the
top 100 finalists."

So that's how it is! Zhou Qian, who had thought she would be the most beautiful woman there, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Compared to these beauty pageant contestants who were not even twenty years old, she felt like an old lady. However, Zhou Qian's disappointment was obviously
unnecessary . As Xiahou Dan accompanied her into the venue, every man and woman they passed turned their attention
to Zhou Qian.

"Look, Miss Zhou, you are definitely the queen of the night," Xiahou Dan teased with a smile.

"No, they're looking at you," Zhou Qian could only say, but she was secretly delighted.

Many of the men and women in swimsuits had ridiculously deformed figures, but their demeanor revealed them
to be extraordinary individuals—high-level elites who would normally have no connection with ordinary people like herself. Under their gaze,
Zhou Qian felt lightheaded. In comparison, the scene in the KTV room that afternoon felt like a
distant memory .

If Zhou Qian felt any regret, it was that her circle of friends
hadn't had the chance to witness her glamorous moment.

As if to make up for Zhou Qian's regret, someone approached and greeted her from afar: "
Mrs. Li!"

Being called "Mrs. Li," Zhou Qian, who was always addressed as Miss Zhou by Xiahou Dan, felt a little uncomfortable. She
looked up and saw that the person was none other than her husband's colleague, Huang Zhiwei, the director of the Green Sea Police Department's surveillance office. Huang Zhiwei was
a chubby, pale man wearing an ugly gray bikini bottom; he looked utterly ridiculous.

Zhou Qian had no choice but to greet him warmly. Like other police wives, she really disliked this sleazy
guy, but she couldn't afford to offend him. Huang Zhiwei's job was to supervise police discipline; if you offended him, he
could easily fabricate charges against your husband, and even without evidence, he could make you suffer greatly.

For this reason, Yingying had warned Zhou Qian long ago: this chubby Huang
was . Xiahou Dan saw that she could only force a smile and greet him warmly.

Huang Zhiwei squinted, looking Zhou Qian up and down, especially staring at her chest for a long time.
This fat man was short and stocky, and with Zhou Qian wearing high-heeled sandals, his lecherous eyes were almost level with Zhou Qian's chest,
nearly sinking into her deep cleavage.

"Um, Director Huang, have you seen my husband?" Zhou Qian quickly made an excuse to get rid of him.

"Looking for Sergeant Li? I see him, he's over there, I'll take you there!" As he spoke, Huang Zhiwei's hand
was already on Zhou Qian's waist. Zhou Qian's slender waist looked delicate, but it was actually quite fleshy. Huang Zhiwei
's touch felt like touching a lump of smooth fat, incredibly pleasurable.

Zhou Qian subtly shifted her body, imperceptibly removing Huang Zhiwei's lewd hand. In public,
Huang Zhiwei couldn't insist, so he pretended to be friendly and took Zhou Qian's arm as they walked and talked. They came to
a large stone pillar in a secluded corner of the hall. Zhou Qian asked curiously, "My husband isn't here, is he
?"

"Oh, he was chatting with Inspector Ma about work here earlier, he probably moved on!" A sly glint
flashed as he suddenly moved closer to Zhou Qian.

Caught off guard, Zhou Qian was pressed against the pillar by Huang Zhiwei. She felt a sudden tightness in her breasts, which
immediately deformed and flattened. At the same time, she felt a greasy, ambiguous, and unpleasant heat on her buttocks,
which quickly condensed into the shape of a sausage, rubbing against the crotch of her bikini bottom.

Zhou Qian instantly plunged into an abyss of humiliation. She never expected Huang Zhiwei to be so audacious, and was so shocked she
was speechless. After struggling helplessly for a few moments, she could finally utter, "Director Huang, please don't do this, let me go
..."

"That won't do, at least not after I relax!" Huang Zhiwei said, continuing to press down on her. He
was considerably shorter than Zhou Qian, but this made it convenient for his thick, short, pig-intestine-like penis to press against Zhou Qian's crotch
. Zhou Qian was almost in tears. Only now did she understand why the other women had all had
strange . So that's what kind of person he was!

Huang Zhiwei was short and stocky, his face only reaching Zhou Qian's snow-white back. Beneath her piled-up hair, her snow-white
neck and fragrant shoulders exuded a pleasant scent. He felt his penis growing harder and harder, and it suddenly darted out of her swim
trunks, rubbing violently against Zhou Qian's crotch.

"What are you doing…" Zhou Qian's mouth watered with extreme disgust. She vaguely
realized Huang Zhiwei's purpose, and fear welled up within her.

"What do you think? My princess, my queen! The moment I saw you dressed like this, I got up! The one who tied the knot
must , so you'd better take responsibility!" Huang Zhiwei's breathing became heavy. Good

heavens, how could there be such a pervert? Not far away, around the pool and tables, guests
chatted in small groups, wine glasses in hand, none of them noticing the two partners having a seemingly intimate conversation. Even if they had noticed, this...
Even the fat man could extricate himself. If it were just Huang Zhiwei groping her, Zhou Qian could tolerate it, but she felt Huang Zhiwei
rubbing his penis against her crotch faster and faster. If this continued, he would definitely…

Zhou Qian couldn’t bear it any longer and warned in a low voice, “Director Huang, stop! Otherwise, I’ll call for help!”

“Go ahead and call!” Huang Zhiwei was unmoved. Instead, he lewdly stuck out his thick tongue and licked
Zhou Qian’s back, then said sternly, “Don’t think I don’t know what kind of thing you are! Are you excited to have so many people
staring at your breasts and crotch? Are you wet inside? How about I touch you?”

Zhou Qian felt Huang Zhiwei’s hand slide past her waist toward her waistband. She struggled fiercely,
which prevented Huang Zhiwei's hands from penetrating inside her swim trunks, but also made her pert buttocks even more tightly
connected . She was almost crying out, screaming, "No! Stop! I'm really going to call for help!"

"Go ahead and call! I told you to! Call everyone in the hall to see our pure and innocent queen.
Don't you like being the center of attention? Go ahead and call, let everyone in the hall see the wetness in your diamond panties!"

Huang Zhiwei lewdly grinned, his penis erect with extreme excitement, pressing tightly against Zhou Qian's
bikini bottoms. Zhou Qian knew that Huang Zhiwei could ejaculate at any moment, making a mess of her delicate swim trunks, and perhaps
even soaking her thighs. She felt a chill run through her body, her hands pressed against the pillar, tears streaming down her face in despair.

"Officer Huang!"

"Huh?" Just as Huang Zhiwei was about to reach his climax, he heard someone calling him from behind. This
call only made things worse; Huang Zhiwei, already at his limit, released his semen, which gushed from his swollen glans through his short
penis .

"It's over!" Zhou Qian felt a wave of despair. Not only was she defiled, but she'd been seen! She did
n't want any witnesses. How could she, as a police officer's wife, possibly complain to the police station's discipline chief? Besides, this wasn't exactly
something to be proud of…

In a daze, Zhou Qian's arm tightened, and a hand gently pulled her towards him. Then Huang Zhiwei's
chin pressed tightly against the pillar, his fat face pressed against the stone. One hand was already pressing down on his neck,
while a foot was pressing down on his flat, large buttocks, causing his penis to rub against the stone pillar, almost to the point of tearing the skin.
Unfortunately, Huang Zhiwei's ejaculation was uncontrollable; semen squeezed out of his glans, only to get stuck in the same spot.

The whole process probably took no more than thirty seconds, but those thirty seconds were
unforgettable . He was incredibly embarrassed and incredibly uncomfortable, his semen gushing out of his urethra, unable to escape.
The tender skin of his glans was rubbing against the patterned surface of the pillar, seemingly tearing the skin, causing a burning pain.

Finally, Huang Zhiwei's body relaxed, and the hand and foot behind his back simultaneously left him. The semen , now devoid of its impact,
slowly dripped onto the stone pillar, turning into streaks resembling snot. After a while, Huang Zhiwei still
slumped weakly against the pillar, wearily stretching out his short, thick fingers to shove his limp penis back into his swim trunks.

Even with Huang Zhiwei's domineering and shameless nature, he didn't dare turn around immediately.

Zhou Qian, as if in a dream, remained stunned for a long while before regaining consciousness. She hurriedly looked up to find the person who had helped her,
only to see a lean and muscular figure walking away—a figure she would never forget! Her
mind went blank, and she hissed, "A-Jun!"

The man slowly turned around, looking at her strangely.

Zhou Qian's face flushed crimson to her ears: this was a complete stranger. Tan skin,
strong muscles, sharp eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge—he looked somewhat mixed-race. In short, this person had absolutely nothing to do with the name she
'd been muttering .

Heaven knows what was wrong with her? Was it in her despair that she thought of the person who had always cared for her so tenderly
? Or was it because it was her birthday, and subconsciously she still remembered every
moment he'd gone to such lengths to please her?

The despair hadn't subsided; humiliation, fear, shame, coupled with a sudden, overwhelming wave of longing
… Zhou Qian instantly broke down, crouching down and sobbing uncontrollably.

When Zhou Qian stood up again, both her benefactor and her enemy had vanished. It truly felt like a dream
. She glanced instinctively at the stone pillar behind her, saw several snot-like streaks, and quickly looked
away .

This wasn't a dream. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, unable to stop for a long time. Just then, Xiahou Dan
appeared out of nowhere, calling out warmly, "Miss Zhou, you're here? Your husband is looking for you!"

"Yes," Zhou Qian hurriedly wiped away her tears.

Xiahou Dan pretended not to see anything, but quietly handed her a wet wipe. Zhou Qian unnecessarily tried to cover it up, saying,
"It seems like I got some dust in my eyes..."

Xiahou Dan nodded, put her arm around Zhou Qian's shoulder, and walked slowly. Only after Zhou Qian had gradually recovered
did Xiahou Dan lead her to Li Binghe. Li Binghe was chatting with Inspector Ma, who was introducing Zhou Qian to some
friends . Upon seeing Zhou Qian, Inspector Ma's eyes lit up, and he said amiably, "Ah, Mrs. Li, you've come at the perfect time!"

Several male guests couldn't take their eyes off Zhou Qian. Just then, a tall, muscular, bald man walked
over. His muscles were bulging like potato chunks, and black hair stretched from his chest down to his abdomen, disappearing
into his swim trunks.

Zhou Qian subconsciously glanced at the man's swim trunks and noticed his prominent bulge,
blushing slightly and quickly averting her gaze. This man was not only extremely vulgar in appearance, but also incredibly ill-mannered. He
swaggered over, scrutinizing Zhou Qian as if she were a butcher shop. Li Binghe glared at the black bear-
like man , but the man didn't even notice.

"This is the host of this event, General Manager Cui of the Green Dragon Society!" Inspector Ma quickly introduced,
"This is the sharpshooter I told you about, last year's island-wide gold medal police chief, Li Binghe. This is
Chief 's wife."

The black bear-like man chuckled, his eyes fixed on Zhou Qian's chest: "Just call me Brother Xiong. Chief Li, your
wife is so beautiful! Haha!"

Li Binghe suppressed his displeasure and said calmly, "You flatter me!"

Zhou Qian's feelings were even more complicated. The general manager of the Green Dragon Society, wasn't that Xiahou Dan's superior? But
looking at him, he looked like a typical underworld boss. She found it hard to believe that such an
elegant would work for such a vulgar, uncouth man.

She looked up to find Xiahou Dan, but the hall was bustling with people, and she couldn't see her at first glance. All she could see were the most conspicuous figures .
Those were the hundred beauty pageant contestants, strutting with affected modeling steps, displaying their perfectly proportioned legs, constantly
weaving through the ranks of guests comprised of bureaucrats and wealthy businessmen.

Zhou Qian noticed that Li Binghe kept stealing glances at the passing beauties, which was perfectly normal.
Normally , Zhou Qian would have deliberately acted coquettishly and mischievously, but tonight she simply wasn't in the mood.

As the banquet officially began, Zhou Qian roughly understood the nature of the event: besides being
a celebration of the island's annual beauty pageant, it was also a thank-you reception specially arranged by the Qinglong Society before the New Year, featuring several
rounds of raffles with generous prizes. This magnificent hot spring bikini extravaganza was naturally quite expensive, and the guests
who could attend were all considered prominent figures. Li Binghe, for example, was a special case from the lowest tier.

The ambitious and workaholic Li Binghe was naturally thrilled to be brought to this event by his boss.
Zhou Qian, on the other hand, had completely lost her initial goodwill towards the banquet. She was busy with social duties, constantly exchanging pleasantries with people.
Unfortunately, the men were all incredibly enthusiastic when they saw her, each one eager to talk to her as much as possible. This
annoyed Zhou Qian greatly.

The most annoying part was yet to come. Just after the buffet officially started, someone deliberately bumped into her breasts
. Turning her head, she saw Huang Zhiwei staring at her with a fawning smile. Li Binghe was nearby, and Zhou Qian, emboldened
, whispered, "What are you up to now?"

Huang Zhiwei remained defiant, "Don't be like that. As surveillance personnel,
it's our duty to understand the situation through the families of police officers."

"I... I never talk to my husband about work, I'm afraid I won't be able to help..."

"Whether you can help or not is up to our surveillance department." Huang Zhiwei said with a sinister smile as he left,
even waving goodbye to Li Binghe as he passed.

Zhou Qian glared fiercely in the direction Huang Zhiwei had gone, wanting to curse, but not knowing what to say. Then, she
had to continue to put on a smiling face and deal with the people who came up to her. The worst part was that although she met
quite a few people that night, the person Zhou Qian was really looking for didn't show up.

Where had he gone? Wasn't he one of the guests? Or a staff member? If so, he definitely shouldn't have disappeared
. It was really strange; she hadn't seen him before or after that. That fleeting glimpse seemed
like he had simply fallen from the sky to help her.

Sigh! Zhou Qian felt incredibly guilty. He had helped her in time, and she hadn't even said thank you. And that
wasn't all ; she had mistaken him for someone else, and she hadn't apologized for that either. Perhaps he had something to do and had left. It was just
a bizarre encounter, and she might never see him again in this lifetime.

A deep sense of loss washed over Zhou Qian, and despite the steamy atmosphere of the hot spring banquet hall, she felt a
chill . Around her, pairs of lustful eyes were fixed on her body, some
staring unabashedly, others feigning innocence but harboring deep hunger. These gazes lingered on Zhou Qian's fleshy buttocks, her slender waist, and her smooth
back, clearly intent on devouring her entire body.

In the mist, those eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie green light. Having experienced this strange birthday, Zhou
Qian vaguely understood: this world was full of wolves, and she was the most tender and succulent
piece of meat in their eyes.

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