【Beauty Walk】

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"On the third day of the third month, the weather is fresh, and many beautiful women are by the waters of Chang'an"—Du Fu, "A Song of Beautiful Women."

"Clap clap clap..." The notice board flipped rapidly, showing more flight delays. I glanced

at it ; CI658 from Tokyo was delayed again, adding another hour or more to my wait. I

stretched, turned my neck, and continued reading Zhang Wuji's epic battle with the Indians. I knew beforehand that Japanese flights were unstable due to

the typhoon , but as long as I had a book to read, the wait wouldn't be too difficult to pass.

Just as Zhang Wuji was locked in a fierce battle with the Three Envoys of Wind and Cloud, I heard

the "clatter" of suitcase wheels, which came to a stop in front of me. As soon as the other person stood

before smelled the light, slightly green tea-scented fragrance of CK's "One." Then I heard the woman's deep

voice:

"What hope do four women have for each other? I knew you were up to this."

"You can tell which chapter it is just by glancing at it?" I stopped turning the page, but didn't look

up .

"Have you forgotten the first 'Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber' you read, which you borrowed from me?"

"Borrowed from you? I remember the old man threatened to burn all the martial arts novels in the house, so you gave it to me

to hide . Besides, being the first to read something doesn't mean you know it better."

As I spoke, I slowly scanned my eyes from bottom to top. What caught my eye first were

the exquisitely black lambskin high heels, followed by two slender

legs encased in fine, semi-transparent black stockings: the calves were firm and toned, and the lines of the knees and ankles were perfectly rounded. A delicate white gold chain inlaid with beads hung on the left ankle

, exuding a subtle provocative air. Damn it, this repressed woman…

“How long are you going to keep your head down? Don’t you want to see me?” Then I suddenly felt a piercing

pain in my calf. That slender foot with a chain, the toe of its shoe, had kicked me squarely in the shin.

I resisted the urge to rub it, and with a pained expression, I looked up: “If you can’t win an

argument , you can just change the subject, but why resort to physical violence?”

My gaze met Fang Tong’s half-smiling eyes. She made a face and stuck out a small piece of her tongue from her glossy lipstick-covered

lips . Her face, adorned with delicate makeup and radiating the brilliance of a mature woman, suddenly displayed

a playful, childlike expression, creating a unique charm born from the incongruity: "Hitting is a sign

of affection, my little husband."

"Do you really have to call me that? You were only born a minute and thirteen seconds before me."

Fang Tong shrugged, making a helpless gesture: "That's what you call destiny. You ca

n't change that fact in this lifetime, Lu-Zhong-Fu." She shoved the suitcase handle into my hand: "Let's go! I'm

exhausted."

I took the suitcase and deliberately started limping, only to be kicked in the calf again

: "Still playing dead!"

**************************************

As the mini Cooper sped along the highway, Fang Tong pulled a

silver and pressed the lighter. I shook my finger at her: "It's a deal, no smoking in this car.

I'm not the only one using this car!"

Fang Tong pouted, but still obediently put away her cigarette pack: "Wouldn't this be fine if I drove my car

?"

Now it was my turn to make a face: "Otherwise, why do you think I would drive this car..." Before I could finish speaking

, I was punched in the arm. Fang Tong didn't hold back at all, and the punch landed squarely on the fleshy side of my right arm, making my right hand

go numb with pain: "What the hell? I'm driving! Aren't you afraid I'll pass out from the pain?"

"Go away, I've never seen you actually pass out before! Whatever, I'm going to open the window, or I

'll suffocate ." She lit a YSL cigarette and rolled the window down ten centimeters.

The gust of wind from the highway, carrying a light drizzle, blew in, causing a few strands of hair at her temples to fly rapidly, and soon after, they were stuck

to her slightly damp face.

Neither of us spoke for the duration of a cigarette. I tapped my fingers lightly on the steering wheel

to the beat of a waltz . The music was a little muffled by the wind, but I

knew the tune very well, so it didn't interrupt my enjoyment.

Fang Tong flicked away her cigarette butt, let the wind blow on it for a while, and then rolled up the car window: "Taipei's getting cold too."

"It's November, it's bound to get cold, it's good to be cool."

"By the way, is there any food on the plane? Do you want to eat?"

"I had some cake, but I'm not hungry anymore, what about you?"

"There's Burger King at the airport!"

"You're pretty easy to please!" Fang Tong smiled: "Then let's just go home, I just want to take a shower

and get a long sleep."

"Ah, I can see Taipei 101, are we almost home?"

"Your Majesty, you can see Taipei 101 from the entire Taipei Basin! On a clear day, you can even

see ."

"If you want to use it as a reference point, at least wait until it's directly to your right."

"Buying a car but driving it so little, that's what happens when you're like this."

"I say one thing, you say ten!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Stop! I told you not to touch the driver! It's a highway!"

Fang Tong still pinched my cheek twice before stopping. After a long silence, she asked again, "The flight

was delayed for so long, you should have been home by now, right?"

"There's a presentation tonight, it'll be late by the time you get ready, and you might even go for a celebration afterwards." Seeing that Fang Tong

didn't respond, I added, "What, did you buy her a gift?"

"Of course."

"What about me?"

"Yes!" Fang Tong smiled slyly, pulled my right hand onto her thigh, and

gently pulled it down to her left leg. My fingertips roamed on the warm, silky surface, finally stopping at

the delicate lace trim and clasp at the end of her thigh. I glanced at Fang Tong, who raised her eyebrows at me: "It's not just this one

!"

Although I wanted to touch it a little longer, I forcibly pulled my hand back and said seriously, "What's

so good about it You can look at it but not eat it. Whether the casing is made from large intestine or small intestine, it's all the same."

Under the onslaught of Fang Tong's fists and elbows, I quickly turned left.

The building we lived in wasn't exactly a luxury apartment, but because it was new, the management fee wasn't cheap. The manager,

Mr. Zhao, greeted us, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Lu! Here are the emails collected today 　　　　　　　　　　　;

no visitors or messages."

I nodded to Mr. Zhao. I appreciated that; a good concierge should be polite and attentive but

not overly solicitous, concise, and know how to play dumb. Mr. Zhao made me feel the management fee was worthwhile.

Fang Tong kicked off her shoes as soon as she entered the room, tossed her suit jacket onto the sofa, turned her back to me, and smiled

slightly , "Can you do me a favor?" I knew she was up to something again, but I could only help her unzip her

short dress.

As the zipper slid down, Fang Tong's smooth back was gradually revealed, appearing even whiter

against . The originally light perfume scent mingled with her body heat, becoming

richer and slightly sweeter.

She smiled slightly and tugged at her bra strap with her right hand. I raised an eyebrow and helped her

loosen . Fang Tong casually pulled it down, and her bra and dress slid off together, leaving her only in black high-cut lace

panties and garter stockings.

I took a step back, admiring this beautiful female landscape: 172 cm tall, with long arms and legs,

a slender waist, and rounded hips. The black lines of the high-waisted panties and garter belts

crisscrossed the hills formed by the snow-white skin of her hips and thighs, creating a visual stimulation different from nudity. Fang Tong pulled out her hairpin

, shook her head, letting her hair, which was tied up, fall down, and then turned to face me.

Although I dare say that no man in the world knows this woman's body better than I do, it doesn't mean that I don't feel amazed

every time I see it. Her 36E breasts, though slightly sagging (any breasts this large that

aren't sagging are either filled with saline or silicone), were round and full, with

firm tissue inside; the burgundy nipples and slightly irregularly shaped areolas

appeared somewhat dark against her snow-white breasts; bluish veins, like undercurrents beneath a snowfield, spread across her white breasts.

Fang Tong noticed my admiring gaze, smiled slightly, turned to the side, placed one leg on the coffee table, and skillfully

untied her tank top, removing her anklet and stockings. As she bent over, her high breasts swayed with

the rise . After removing her stockings, Fang Tong turned to face me and pulled down her panties. Her curly,

thick pubic hair was neatly shaved along her bikini line, leaving only a neat triangle around her labia majora

, like a provocative arrow marked on her flat stomach.

Fang Tong, one hand on her hip, puffed out her chest facing me, casually slipping her recently removed underwear onto

her finger and playfully twirling it around. She said, "Uncle Lu, what are your thoughts on this show?"

I pretended to think for a moment, "It was beautiful, but..."

"How so?"

"Such a great figure, it's such a waste that it's on you..."

Before she could finish, Fang Tong's underwear flew onto my face, a strong smell of secretions assaulting my senses

. I pulled the underwear off, and she immediately pounced on me, kissing me on the lips.

Fang Tong was about my height. I smelled the faint scent of her foundation and tasted the cherry sweetness of her lipstick,

as her soft, wet tongue entered my mouth. Her warm, supple breasts

rubbed . I grabbed Fang Tong's left buttock, and her left leg lifted up and wrapped around my waist and hips.

Without hesitation immediately grabbed her with my right hand. Fang Tong let out a muffled cry, stepped back, and glared at me with a half-smile,

scolding, "It hurts, you heartless guy!"

"Stop playing around and go take a shower!"

Fang Tong stood with one leg spread apart and her arms crossed over her chest, a posture that made her breasts appear even fuller

and higher . She smiled and asked, "Is it hard yet?"

"It'll be rock hard in a second, you win, okay? Please stop jiggling your boobs."

Fang Tong's smile vanished. "Alright, I'll let you off the hook." As she turned to walk towards the bathroom, she added,

"Put my underwear away to wash!"

"Yes," I said irritably, "Do you want me to iron it while I'm at it?"

Fang Tong's voice came from the bathroom in the other corner: "I can iron it! But it has to be on a low heat, and the important thing is

to hand wash it first!"

Although the bathroom door was closed, I could still faintly hear her whistling. I suddenly

found it funny. This bitch, once she gets home and relaxes, her true colors are completely revealed. I shook

my head, loosened my bow tie as I walked towards my room, and planned to change into a t-shirt and shorts before going to bed.

I was exhausted after a long day ; it was time to rest.

**********

...

"You're the one talking, but it's already happened anyway." Ye Ming took off her silver frameless glasses and gently kissed my lips. Her breath smelled of Irish coffee, a sweet milky scent mixed with the aroma of alcohol. " But I like it when you deliberately try to comfort me with nonsense that doesn't get to the point. Hmm... you can let me go now!" 　　"No!" 　　"What do you want?" Her eyes darted around, a mischievous and captivating quality about her.

"While Your Highness is taking a bath, we..." I said, slipping my hand inside her wool

pleated knee-length skirt and kneading it. Her firm buttocks, encased in pantyhose, were surprisingly elastic, repeatedly

slipping out of my grasp. Even through the layers of clothing, Ye Ming could feel my erect penis pressing against her

vulva, and her face immediately flushed.

She didn't stop my invasive teasing, but instead smiled mischievously: "Looks like someone

already fell for it?"

I rolled my eyes: "You know that!"

Ye Ming suddenly pushed my hand away from her skirt and broke free from my embrace: "Someone got you all worked up, so

you came to me to vent?" She turned her back to me, arms crossed, looking sulky, her short hair

parted to the sides, revealing her soft, finely haired neck and back.

I pulled her back again, kissed her neck first, then hugged her tighter, gently

rocking her while slowly blowing air into her ear. Although this routine had to be repeated every time, we both

enjoyed it immensely.

Silently, Ye Ming snuggled closer to me, turning slightly to press her breasts against my

arm. Receiving this signal, I moved my right palm down her lower abdomen, rubbing her mons pubis through her skirt

. Ye Ming's face flushed even more, her breathing became heavier, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

Then she took my left hand and gently bit my index finger. Receiving the signal, I grabbed the hem of her knitted

cardigan and pulled it up. Ye Ming cooperated by raising her hands, allowing me to remove her top, revealing

a purple, deep-V, strapless bra. I gently stroked her bare shoulders with my fingers;

two white marks from her bikini straps covered her honey-tanned skin, possessing a wild beauty.

Ye Ming squeezed my fingers, signaling me not to let my attention wander to other things at this moment. I

pressed her upper body down, and she naturally placed her hands on the sofa armrests, opening her legs.

I pulled off Ye Ming's wool skirt, then took off my own shorts.

My penis, which had been erect since being stimulated by Fang Tong, was now even harder. Through the sheer pantyhose, I could see

a small, almond-shaped wet patch the size of a finger on Ye Ming's purple thong.

Such a beautiful sight was too much to bear. I reached down and pulled at her crotch, tearing a slit

in the fine stockings. Then, I pulled the lace aside, and my throbbing penis

forced open her engorged labia, slowly penetrating her body. She let out a soft

moan and began to sway her hips slowly.

Ye Ming's vaginal walls bulged in concentric circles, grinding against my penis with each sway, giving me

the illusion of penetrating deeper and deeper into her body. Meanwhile, her stockinged legs and shapely buttocks rubbed against my thighs and scrotum

with sway, providing another tactile pleasure.

Clearly, this also brought Ye Ming a corresponding pleasure of being drilled into; she swayed while

emitting intermittent moans. Her moans were low, fragmented, even somewhat plaintive;

if an uninformed person heard them, they would probably think I was abusing a respectable woman.

However, letting her take the initiative had a downside. Although the pleasure was immense, the young woman wasn't good at controlling herself,

indulging in pleasure too much, and as a result, she couldn't last long before ejaculating. Sure enough, not long after, she let out a soft "hmm,"

and several small jets of fluid spurted from her urethra, then her legs went weak, and she collapsed

onto . I quickly hugged her from behind. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was convulsing in my arms for

a while came to her senses.

I pinched her cheek; the blush on her face hadn't faded yet, and her eyes

were came before you came."

"It's okay, just keep going. This time I'll guide you."

I lay down on the sofa, put a cushion behind my back, and Ye Ming took off her underwear and stockings, which were already soaked with her own juices. She

knelt on top of me, adjusted my penis to align with her vaginal opening, and slowly knelt down. Her

brows furrowed slightly as my large glans and half of my penis entered her

vagina .

She took a breath, leaned back slightly, held onto the back of the sofa with one hand, and supported herself on her thigh with the other

. She shook her head, flicked the hair that was stuck to her forehead and cheeks, and waited for me to penetrate further.

This position allowed me a clear view of Ye Ming's breasts and genitals. Her C-cup breasts weren't particularly large

(compared to Fang Tong's), but they were beautifully shaped like peaches, round and firm.

The small nipples stood proudly erect at the tips of her breasts. The contrast between her skin and the bikini line,

and the rounded, dark areolas on her fairer breasts, added an extra visual interest.

Unlike Fang Tong, Ye Ming's pubic hair was just two narrow rows of fine,

short hairs . I found this fuzzy look quite cute, but she hated it when I mentioned it. Perhaps she

felt it implied something about her not being fully developed.

Of course, in this moment of intertwined passion, these thoughts were fleeting. I tightened my grip, using

the cushion beneath my waist as a fulcrum, and slowly thrust. Each time I touched Ye Ming's G-spot, I could feel her brief

tremor, which traveled down her thighs that were clamped tightly around my waist. After a while, my thrusting movements and her

contractions became even more perfectly synchronized. Ye Ming's eyes were half-closed, and she let out low, continuous moans from her nose, her fingers

gripping the back of the sofa tightly, lost in a dazed, blissful state.

At that moment, I caught a glimpse of Fang Tong, wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on the single sofa next to us with a playful expression,

watching Ye Ming and me make love. She held Ye Ming's underwear, which he had tossed aside, and inhaled it deeply.

Our eyes met, and I gave Fang Tong a wink. She smiled slightly, pulled off the bath towel,

climbed onto the sofa from behind, and embraced Ye Ming.

Ye Ming was only slightly surprised by Fang Tong's arrival, then smiled slightly, grabbed Fang Tong's right hand that was caressing his

face , and sucked on her fingers, while using his other hand to pull her left hand to her breast. Fang Tong

skillfully grasped Ye Ming's right breast, twisting the swollen tip with her thumb while lowering her head to lick

Ye Ming's earlobe and earlobe. Then she pursed her lips, signaling me to cooperate.

I continued thrusting at the same pace. Under the double stimulation, Ye Ming could no longer make a sound, only

breathing rapidly. At this moment, Fang Tong pulled her fingers out of Ye Ming's mouth and used her index and middle fingers, moistened with

saliva , to rub Ye Ming's small clitoris, which had already protruded from the folds of her vulva. Her finger skills were extremely skillful, and our movements were

perfectly coordinated. When I pulled my penis out halfway, she would stimulate Ye Ming's clitoris, pressing, scratching, kneading,

or even gently pinching it.

For Ye Ming, immersed in the uninterrupted pleasure, she could no longer distinguish between peaks and troughs, and

she was quickly pushed to the brink of collapse. Ye Ming's fingernails dug into Fang Tong's wrists, her head resting on Fang Tong's

shoulder, letting out a silent scream towards the ceiling.

I felt her lower abdomen contracting extremely tightly, squeezing my penis painfully, and her inner core was unusually hot.

At this point, there was no need or possibility to hold back. With a thrust of my hips and a

release of my glans, wave after wave of semen gushed into the depths of Ye Ming's uterus with each tremor of my penis. Before the semen was completely ejaculated, I could feel Ye

Ming's lower abdomen, still contracting, but her thighs, which had been gripping me, had relaxed, and she had fainted in Fang Tong's

arms

. Fang Tong gently kissed Ye Ming's cheek, then pulled her back, holding her waist. I also sat

up, and as my now-soft penis withdrew from Ye Ming's body, a trickle of white semen slid from her still slightly parted vulva

, dripping and pooling on the leather sofa.

A while later, Ye Ming woke up and found himself leaning against Fang Tong's chest. His face flushed again, and he exclaimed

, "Sister Tong, you're always so mean!"

Fang Tong laughed, "Mingming, you're ungrateful now, blaming me after you've served your purpose. Why weren't you

shy ? 　　　　　　　　　　　"

Ye Ming was speechless for a moment, then turned to see me still watching them. His shyness turned to reproach, "

What 　　's so

interesting 　　?" "Fine, fine, I won't look. It's hard to be a good person. 　　I'm going to take a shower. 　　" ********** 　　... 　　"Then why don't you celebrate your honeymoon with me?" 　　Fang Tong reached out and grabbed my ear. I was carrying a laundry basket, so I had no chance to dodge. She pulled me out of the bathroom. "Stop talking nonsense. There's no need to discuss this. Kneel down and leave!" She cupped my face, leaned in, and left a very aggressive kiss on my lips. 　　Every time she does this, I know that arguing is pointless. I said irritably, "Yes, Your Majesty!" and carried the laundry basket upstairs. 　　When we bought this house, we combined the two units. The living layout downstairs remained the same, but the upstairs was converted into a library, a sound system room, and a gym. The bathroom has a tumble dryer and doubles as a laundry room. 　　Ye Ming, wrapped in a bathrobe, was waiting for me in the laundry room. Seeing my unhappy expression, she hugged me and kissed me: "Don't be angry! Sister Tong is tired too, so 　　she's a little more willful than usual." "Are you usually less willful?" 　　Ye Ming's eyes darted around, and she laughed: "No!" She stuck out her tongue: "Don't be like that, you're the head of the household , what can I say, I'm the queen of the household?" She gently rested her head on my chin, her soft hair brushing against my cheek, making my face and heart itch. Ye Ming continued: "Go sleep in my bed, remember to set the alarm, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow." 　　Hearing Ye Ming say this, I knew she and Fang Tong had already made arrangements. I hugged her and kissed her forehead . She looked up and kissed my lips, then turned and went downstairs. I watched her go downstairs, feeling as if the lingering sweetness of her lips still lingered on my tongue. 　　I went into the soundproofed sound room. Against the wall was a huge painting by Zao Wou-Ki, framed in acrylic . The frame is designed to slide open; when pushed open, it appears to be a wall covered with soundproof panels. However , lifting one panel reveals a control panel. After entering a password, several interconnected panels, about the size of a pulled open, revealing another iron door leading to Ye Ming's house next door. 　　Ye Ming's side, however, doesn't require such elaborate concealment; only a Persian tapestry hangs there. 　　Unlike the minimalist style of the rest of the house, dominated by metal and stone, Ye Ming's home is decorated entirely in warm wood and fabric. Notably, recycled paper sketchbooks and pencils are placed beside the chairs, coffee table, toilet, and bed, allowing Ye Ming to sketch out fleeting design ideas. 　　I entered her room; a patchwork quilt lay on the comfortable double bed, surrounded by three large throw pillows, all reeking of her body lotion. I turned off the lights and lay flat on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep. In the darkness, I thought : it's not so strange for a wife and mistress to live under the same roof; but it is strange for 　　a wife and mistress to spend the night together while the husband sleeps alone. Thinking about how I became the protagonist of this absurd drama, I realized it was all thanks to an old man and an old woman. But before I could think through the whole thing, I drifted off into a tangled dream.

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