Secret sex in a villa

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Dense raindrops pounded against the windowpane in the howling wind, making a terrifying banging sound. Rainwater gathered into small streams on the glass, constantly flowing down. The shadows of tree branches outside the window swayed violently on the glass, like grotesque demons emerging from hell.
The entire mansion, the entire garden, and even the entire city were shrouded in this midnight thunderstorm.
Upstairs in the room, a boy lay asleep in bed, seemingly oblivious to everything outside.
Only the eyes of the owl on the wall clock swung rhythmically from side to side.
Gradually, the sound of rain outside subsided. The boy suddenly opened his eyes, as if startled awake by some sound. He silently got out of bed, barefoot, opened the door, and went down the stairs.
He was a boy not yet ten years old, thin, and his face appeared exceptionally pale in the dim stairwell light. He was clearly frightened, but he still descended the long, winding stairs step by step.
He came to a tightly closed, black door downstairs, pressed an ear against it, and listened intently. After a while, the boy reached out and grasped the brass goalpost.
Although his hand trembled slightly, he struggled to turn the goalpost and slowly pushed the heavy oak door open a crack, peering inside…
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of lightning illuminated the night sky. In the flash, the boy's face showed extreme horror, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying scene in the world… The deafening thunder drowned out the boy's scream. He hurriedly closed the door and, amidst the continuous thunder, practically scrambled up the stairs. He rushed into his room and immediately locked the door. Then, he climbed into bed as fast as he could and pulled the blanket over his entire head. His body trembled violently under the thin blanket…
Outside the window, the rain was pouring down harder…
01
“Snap!”
A well-maintained hand gracefully placed a Go stone onto the board covered with black and white stones. Xu Ping then lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and whistled leisurely, looking smugly at his opponent sitting across the table, deep in thought.
“Xiao Chen, don’t bother, you’ve already lost this game.” Xu Ping took a drag of his cigarette. He was a tall, thin man in his thirties, with neatly combed, shiny hair, a straight nose, and sharp eyes.
“I don’t believe it! Let me think about it again…” Xiao Chen picked up a Go stone from the box, hesitated for a long time looking at the board, and finally put it back in its place with a sigh. He was only in his twenties, a cheerful and energetic young man.
“One more game!” Xiao Chen shouted, unwilling to give up, while tidying up the Go board again.
"Forget it, let's stop playing." Xu Ping stood up. "We've been playing chess here for a week already, it's so boring!"
"Yeah, it's been over a month since we got any business," Xiao Chen's face immediately clouded with worry. "At this rate, we won't be able to keep this stall going!"
"I just don't understand, is this still Shanghai in 1936?" Xu Ping had already walked to the window, looking down through the glass.
Outside was a bustling main road. A tram clanged slowly into view. The braided wire on the roof sparked a string of dazzling sparks as it passed the overhead wire junction.
A black Ford sedan sped past. Beside it, a rickshaw puller struggled to pull his cart, head down.
A newsboy, carrying a heavy newspaper bag, was loudly hawking his wares.
A turbaned, bearded Indian policeman stood menacingly at the crossroads.
"Have all those criminals gone underground?" Xu Ping exhaled a puff of smoke. "Has no one been murdered? No one gone missing? No diamond jewelry stolen in all this time?"
"That's because your reputation as Detective Xu is too great; it's scared the criminals away," Xiao Chen laughed. "Seriously, there are usually several headless murders every month in this concession alone. What's going on lately?"
"I think it's because our senior colleague, Hawthorne, has too great a reputation," Xu Ping grumbled. "Hey Xiao Chen, if we really close down and go our separate ways, what are you planning to do?"
"Whatever," Xiao Chen said nonchalantly. "I can work at the docks, be a postman, wait in a restaurant, or even trade stocks..."
"You kid, you just won't learn anything good," Xu Ping pointed at Xiao Chen with his cigarette-holding finger. "You should study hard while you're still young; that's how you'll have a future..."
“Xu Ping, to be honest, I’ve learned a lot from you these past two years,” Xiao Chen said sincerely. “If we really break up, I’ll miss you…”
Xu Ping smiled bitterly and turned his face to the window. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face:
“Xiao Chen, do you know how to tell if a woman is a virgin from her appearance?”
“Of course I know. Virgins have rounder, perkier buttocks, and their faces often have a blush,” Xiao Chen immediately launched into a long explanation. “Also, their breasts aren’t big, but they’re very firm, and their gait is a little awkward…”
“Stop talking nonsense and tidy up the table,” Xu Ping suddenly became energetic, his previous boredom and laziness completely gone. “We have a guest.”
02
The door opened, and a young woman entered. She was tall and slender, with a graceful and slim figure. Her straight, long hair was neatly draped over her shoulders. Her face was delicate and dignified, and she wore a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses, which made her look very refined.
However, her face was unusually pale, and she looked quite nervous.
"Mr. Xu?"
The young woman entered the room, glanced at the two men before her, and asked tentatively. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear and possessed a unique charm.
"That's me," Xu Ping said, standing up from behind his desk and gesturing for the woman to sit down.
The woman, however, remained standing awkwardly, somewhat at a loss.
Xiao Chen immediately and attentively pushed a large wicker chair in front of the desk. The woman blushed, thanked him softly, and then sat down gracefully with her legs together. She immediately pulled the hem of her skirt over her knees.
Xiao Chen's gaze seemed glued to the woman until Xu Ping coughed lightly.
"Excuse me, miss, what can I do for you?" Xu Ping asked in a somewhat affected tone.
The woman hesitated, remaining silent but turning to look at Xiao Chen beside her.
"This is my assistant, Chen Zhikun. He and I have worked on many cases together," Xu Ping introduced.
The woman nodded. Her pale lips moved, but she didn't speak. She took out a clean white handkerchief and lightly wiped the fine beads of sweat from her face. Her other hand's slender, pale fingers nervously tapped against the back of the chair.
This movement didn't escape Xu Ping's notice. He gestured to Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen immediately produced a bottle of chilled soda as if by magic, quickly pried off the cap with a bottle opener, poured it into a glass, handed it to the girl, and then turned up the fan speed on the ceiling.
His thoughtful gestures finally elicited a grateful smile from the young woman. She downed most of her soda in one gulp, her expression softening. The huge ceiling fan blades swirled above her head, occasionally causing her hair to flutter.
"Shanghai summers are really hot," Xu Ping said, fiddling with a gold pen in his hand. "Is it this hot in Paris too?"
"Pretty much, sometimes even hotter," the young woman replied casually, then suddenly exclaimed, "How did you know I'd been to Paris?"
"Hehe, the Paris Conservatory graduation ring on your finger told me," Xu Ping chuckled.
"Mr. Xu is truly knowledgeable," the young woman laughed as well. She raised the back of her hand to look at her ring, a proud expression on her face. "I thought no one here would recognize it."
"In our line of work, we have to be observant of everything," Xu Ping waved his hand. "Miss, please introduce yourself."
"My name is Su Xintong, and I'm the family music tutor at Mr. Wu Jianhong's residence," the young woman said, smoothing her hair.
"Is this Wu Jianhong, the chairman of Hongxin Textile Factory, a businessman from Jiangnan?" Xu Ping asked.
"Yes, I teach his son music."
"Oh, I've heard a bit about Wu Jianhong's family. I've dealt with him a few times before." Xu Ping paused, then asked, carefully choosing his words, "So, Miss Su, what brings you here?"
The girl's expression became nervous again. She hesitated for a moment, then asked,
"Mr. Xu, do you believe in ghosts?"
"Haha... Miss Su, you're not the first person to ask me this question," Xu Ping chuckled, winking. "Xiao Chen, do you think ghosts exist?"
"Of course not," Xiao Chen exclaimed. "Shanghai is already so crowded, where would ghosts find a place to live?"
"I didn't believe in ghosts before," Su Xintong said softly, blushing. "But after what happened, I really can't be sure..."
"Then, Miss Su, why don't you start from the beginning?" Xu Ping shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, ready to listen attentively.
Su Xintong finished the remaining soda in her glass in one gulp, took a breath, and then said,
"This May, after graduating from the Paris Conservatory of Music, I returned to China to look for a job. In early June, a relative who worked at Mr. Wu Jianhong's factory told me that Mr. Wu was looking for a private music teacher for his son. So I asked my relative to send my resume over. Soon I received a notification that Mr. Wu wanted me to come for an interview."
"Is it to the Wu Mansion on Yuyuan Road?" Xiao Chen suddenly asked. Xu Ping gestured for him not to interrupt.
"No, that place is in Wuxi, it's Mr. Wu's private villa, right by Taihu Lake..."
Su Xintong's beautiful eyes seemed to be gazing at an infinitely distant place... 03
A black Austin luxury car drove slowly along the country road. Inside the car, Xintong, wearing sunglasses, looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest.
Every now and then, two or three bicycles would pass by on the road, and there were also many farmers carrying loads and pulling carts. Every so often along the roadside, vendors sold local specialty clay dolls.
Seeing the various clay dolls, a look of melancholy crept onto Xintong's pretty face.
Gradually, the scenery outside the window changed. Fewer and fewer pedestrians appeared, until there were none at all. Towering trees lined both sides of the concrete road. The car began to climb the hill. After several turns, the vast expanse of Taihu Lake appeared before them in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The car slowed down. Xintong saw a huge stone archway ahead, with four large black characters in clerical script on top: Dream Lake Villa.
By then, it was already dark. The black car passed through the archway and continued on, winding along a mountain road before stopping in front of a large iron gate. Two servant-like figures opened the gate, and the car drove in, finally stopping beside a large lawn.
After getting out of the car, Xintong took a deep breath and gazed at the place before her for a long time.
Before her stood a huge Nordic-style villa. The house was a two-story wooden structure with three Gothic spires, the tallest in the center topped with a large clock. The entire exterior was shrouded in a somber gray, appearing quite old; the twilight added to its desolate and eerie atmosphere.
Xintong heard the heavy door close in the distance.
04
Xu Ping's office.
"This is the first time I've seen Dream Lake Villa," Xintong said.
"Hmm, any special feeling?" Xu Ping asked with interest.
"Yes. The moment I saw the house, I had this feeling: I've been here before."
"That's not strange. People often have that feeling. Anything else?"
"I also felt," Xintong took a sip of her drink and said slowly, "that place is like a… ruin."
"Oh?" Xu Ping and Xiao Chen exchanged glances.
“That’s just my personal feeling,” Xintong quickly said. “We artists sometimes have very special feelings.”
“I understand.” Xu Ping took out a cigarette, searching for a lighter on the cluttered desk. “Miss Su, please continue.”
05
Dream Lake Villa.
The clock on the spire suddenly rang out, startling the girl from her reverie. She looked up and found an elderly man in his sixties standing before her. He had gray hair, wore gold-rimmed pince-nez glasses, and exuded a refined yet shrewd and somewhat unfathomable air.
“Professor Su, you must be tired from your journey.” The old man extended his hand and said, “My name is Wu Jianhong, and I have come here specifically to wait for you.”
“Mr. Wu, you are too kind,” Xintong quickly returned the greeting. “Why did you have to come out?”
“Alas, the way of respecting teachers is an ancient teaching of our Chinese sages, but unfortunately now… sigh, let’s not talk about it,” Wu Jianhong sighed, then suddenly said, “Professor Su, this way please.”
06
Dream Lake Villa, living room.
"Jiajun, come out quickly."
At Wu Jianhong's call, a teenager emerged from a side door. He was thin and pale, carrying a violin.
"Teacher Su, this is Jiajun, hehe," Wu Jianhong chuckled. "Jiajun, quickly bow to Teacher Su!"
Following his father's instructions, Jiajun bowed deeply to Xintong, then looked at the young and beautiful woman with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, without speaking.
Xintong's gaze, however, was completely drawn to the violin in Jiajun's hands: "It's a really nice violin, can I see it?" she said, reaching out her hand.
Jiajun, however, cautiously tightened his grip on the violin and took a step back, making Xintong quite embarrassed.
"Jiajun, quickly show it to your teacher!"
Under his father's stern rebuke, Jiajun reluctantly handed the violin to Xintong. At the same time, Wu Jianhong explained with a smile,
"This child is ignorant, please don't be offended, Teacher Su. This violin is his mother's keepsake. His mother passed away early, leaving behind this violin. This child misses his mother and cherishes it."
"I see," Xintong said, admiring the violin in her hands. "This is an Italian harpsichord, handcrafted by the master luthier Stradivarius. You can see his seal here. There aren't many like this in all of Europe; it's very valuable." "
Teacher Su certainly knows her stuff, haha."
"Play a piece for me, okay?" Xintong returned the violin to Jiajun. "Anything will do."
Jiajun played an etude. Xintong listened attentively. After he finished, Jiajun looked at Su Xintong expectantly.
“You played very well,” Xintong smiled, “but there’s a small mistake: measures 152 to 156 are syncopated, but you played them as triplets.”
“The score says triplets.” This was the first time Xintong had heard Jiajun speak.
“Really?” Xintong asked curiously, “Bring me the score.”
Jiajun ran out. He quickly returned with a sheet music and handed it to Xintong.
“Oh, really!” Xintong opened the score, looked at it, flipped through several pages, and shook her head, saying, “This score is terrible, many parts are printed incorrectly. Don’t use this score anymore, I’ll get you a new one later.”
“Oh, and also, you need to pay attention to controlling the rhythm. Like here, it should be played like this…” Xintong then took Jiajun’s violin and demonstrated for him.
Wu Jianhong, who had been watching from the side, adjusted his glasses, revealing an enigmatic smile…
Restaurant 07.
A large crystal chandelier emitted a bright light. Stemmed wine glasses were filled with red wine.
“Teacher Su, Jiajun has been asking me to find him a good teacher. When I saw your resume and heard your cousin, Mr. Liu, talk about your scholarship and character, I was truly delighted and immediately asked you to help.”
At the dinner table, Wu Jianhong raised his glass and smiled. “Although I don’t know much about music, after seeing you today, I know I definitely made the right choice. Come on, Teacher Su, let’s have a drink!”
“Thank you, I’m not much of a drinker.” Xintong also raised her glass and clinked it with Wu Jianhong’s.
“However, Teacher Su, there’s one thing I’m not entirely satisfied with.” Putting down his glass, Wu Jianhong suddenly frowned. Xintong, bewildered, nervously looked at her host, wondering what she had done wrong.
“Your salary demands are too unreasonable; I cannot agree to them!” Wu Jianhong said sternly.
“If you feel it’s not acceptable, then so be it; I’m fine with anything.” Xintong hurriedly said in a low voice, her face flushed.
“How can such a small amount be acceptable? This is hardly the compensation a foreign student should receive!” Wu Jianhong tried to maintain a straight face, but couldn’t help laughing. “It should be at least tripled!”
“Mr. Wu, you’re too kind.” Xintong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “I’m a single girl, it won’t cost me much.”
“Uh, who else is at Teacher Su’s house?” Wu Jianhong asked with concern.
“Not many people. I’m an only child. My father and mother have both passed away.” Xintong said sadly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Wu Jianhong also fell silent. For a moment, the atmosphere at the dining table became somewhat oppressive.
Jiajun, sitting at the other end of the table, hadn’t said a word since dinner began. Xintong glanced at him unintentionally and found that the silent young man’s gaze was fixed on her prominent chest. Xintong blushed and quickly lowered her head.
After the meal, while they were enjoying dessert, Wu Jianhong solemnly said,
"Teacher Su, from now on, consider this your home. If anything happens, just tell me."
With that, he picked up a bell on the table and rang it. Immediately, three people entered and stood at attention.
"This is Mrs. Wang, the head housekeeper," Wu Jianhong said, pointing to a woman in her forties. Mrs. Wang was a tall, thin middle-aged woman, her figure like a bamboo pole, with a large, hooked nose and sharp, eagle-like eyes. "
This is Xiaomei. She'll take care of you from now on." Following Wu Jianhong's finger, Su Xintong saw a plump girl of about seventeen or eighteen. She had a rosy, apple-shaped face, short hair that reached her eyebrows, and a kind and approachable demeanor.
"That's Lao Jin, in charge of finances. If you need to buy anything, just tell him." Lao Jin wore a long gown, his sallow face expressionless, like a zombie.
For a moment, Xintong felt as if she were in a dream.
“Teacher Su, we’re all family now, please don’t be shy,” Wu Jianhong said again. “Also, don’t call me Mr. Wu, just call me Uncle Wu.”
“Yes… Mr. Wu.”
Xintong held back her tears and turned her gaze to a large oil painting hanging on the opposite wall.
This painting had made her heart race when she came in. She wondered why such a painting was here. But the owner hadn’t mentioned it to her, and she didn’t feel comfortable asking. The painting depicted a stunningly beautiful young woman, sitting with extreme elegance, against a backdrop of a large lake. She wore only a transparent white veil, revealing her skin's curves completely.
However, the strange, indescribable look in the woman’s eyes sent a chill down Xintong’s spine.
08
Wu Jianhong’s study. The clock on the wall pointed to eleven o’clock.
Only Wu Jianhong and Xintong were in the room.
“Jiajun has been frail and sickly since he was little. He’s quiet, stubborn, and very sensitive,” Wu Jianhong said, holding a large cigar. “His mother left him, and I often have to travel to Shanghai and Nanjing for business. I’ll have to ask Teacher Su to take good care of him.”
“I understand, I will take good care of him.”
“This child won’t have much of a future, and I don’t expect him to inherit my business. I just want him to be happy. He likes playing the violin, so I will do everything I can to satisfy him…”
“This child has a good ear for music. If he can solidify his basic skills, he will be successful.” Xintong comforted the old man.
“Of course, with you, Teacher Su, teaching him, I’m relieved…”
“Mr. Wu, I’m a little tired and would like to rest for a bit…” Xintong felt it was unnatural to sit any longer, so she said goodbye.
“Okay, I’ll have Xiaomei show you your room.”
As she left with Xiaomei, Xintong felt Wu Jianhong’s gaze lingering on her for a long time. She felt uncomfortable, a little strange, but couldn’t quite put her finger on why.
09
"This is my room?!" Xintong asked in surprise as soon as she opened the door.
"Yes. Mr. Wu said that if Miss is not satisfied, she can move to another room," Xiaomei replied humbly.
"Not satisfied? My God, this place is absolutely wonderful!" Su Xintong threw her suitcase on the ground, walked around the spacious room, and then pulled back the curtains to look outside. "Wow, there's Taihu Lake right outside.
I love living by the water. Xiaomei, do you know? Compared to the little attic I used to live in in Paris, this is heaven!"
"Okay, then please get some rest, Miss," Xiaomei said, and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute, where's the bathroom?" Xintong asked. "I'd like to take a shower first."
"Oh, then I'll come and take you there in a bit."
Standing in the middle of the room, Xintong looked at everything, overwhelmed with emotions, and felt like she wanted to collapse onto the large Simmons bed and cry her heart out.
10
Xu Ping's office.
Xintong got up and went outside to use the restroom.
"Hmm... it sounds like a very touching story," Xu Ping finally found a lighter and lit a cigarette, "but why do I feel like something's off?"
"Yeah, I also feel like something's not quite right," Xiao Chen said, propping his head up with his hand.
“As this story unfolds, the future is unpredictable. Let’s hear what she has to say.”
Xu Ping finished half a cigarette and suddenly glanced at his watch:
“Huh, why hasn’t she come back yet? Could something have happened to her?”
“It’s nothing, girls are just slow.” Xiao Chen said leisurely.
Ten more minutes passed, and Xin Tong was still nowhere to be seen.
“I’ll go check.” Xiao Chen also became anxious. He rushed out of the room and arrived at the bathroom door in the corridor.
“Miss Su, are you alright?” Xiao Chen knocked on the door.
There was no response from inside.
“Miss Su, are you alright?” Xiao Chen knocked on the door twice more.
Still no response.
“Miss Su, are you okay?” Xiao Chen was so anxious that he even spoke in English.
He started banging on the door hard…
Dream Lake Villa (Part Two)
11
“Bang bang bang!”
Xiao Chen knocked on the bathroom door for a while, but still didn’t see any response from Xin Tong, and he paced around anxiously. He looked around and saw a fire axe in a glass case on the opposite wall. He raised his hand to smash the glass.
"Xiao Chen, don't do anything rash! You'll hurt yourself!" Xu Ping also ran out and stopped Xiao Chen's reckless action in time.
"Saving lives is the priority, we can't worry about this now!" Xiao Chen shouted.
"Let's call the police. You stay here and watch, I'll go make the call!"
Just then, the bathroom door clicked open. The two men looked over together.
They saw Xin Tong half-bent over in the doorway, one hand holding the door frame, the other tightly pressing her lower abdomen. Her face was pale, and large beads of cold sweat dripped down her face. She looked very painful.
The two detectives quickly and frantically helped the girl back to the room. Xiao Chen found a recliner and helped Xin Tong lie down on it.
"Is it heatstroke? Should we give her some Ren Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine)?" Xiao Chen guessed wildly, then suddenly exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! I think she's been poisoned!"
"Hmph, I think you're the most likely person to poison her!" Xu Ping glared at Xiao Chen. "Let's call a doctor. If she really has some kind of emergency, don't let you delay things." He was about to make a call.
"No need, it's an old ailment..." Xin Tong groaned weakly on the recliner. "Do you have any painkillers? Just two will do."
"Yes, yes. Xiao Chen, get our first-aid kit!"
Xu Ping took out an aspirin from the first-aid kit and gave Xin Tong two tablets.
"Miss Su, what exactly is wrong with you? Why did it suddenly happen?" Xiao Chen asked, still clueless.
"It's none of your business if she's sick!" Xu Ping yelled at Xiao Chen.
"Thank you. I'm so sorry to trouble you both." Xintong struggled to get up. "Sigh, it's all my fault for being greedy. I shouldn't have drunk so much cold drink."
"No, no, lie down quickly. We'll talk about it when you feel better." Xu Ping quickly pressed Xintong down and made her lie down.
Then he told Xiao Chen to get some hot water. Xiao Chen brought in a basin of hot water and saw Xu Ping covering the girl with a blanket.
"Miss Su, here are some clean towels. You can use the hot water to soothe yourself and you'll feel better. We'll go outside for a bit and be right back." With that, Xu Ping pulled Xiao Chen and walked outside.
After they reached the door and closed it, Xiao Chen whispered,
"Hey, buddy, I've never seen you so considerate of a woman before. Are you smitten?"
"Hmph~~ A genius like me who makes a living with his brains doesn't need any women." Xu Ping said righteously.
"Don't be shy. If you really like her, leave it to me," Xiao Chen patted his chest and said, "Just between you and me."
"Get lost!" " You're still a bit short of being a pimp."
After a cigarette's time, the two men knocked on the door and entered, only to find Xintong secretly wiping away tears. The two detectives exchanged glances, wondering what had happened this time.
"Xiao Chen, it's all your fault for talking nonsense and making her angry!" Xu Ping suddenly scolded.
"Yes, yes, I was talking nonsense... What did I say?"
"It's not his fault, I was just feeling weak for a moment..." Xintong wiped away her tears, "Thank you both, I feel much better. Mr. Xu, I will make up for the time I wasted. Just put it on your tab."
"Not at all, not at all. By the way, Miss Su, you haven't finished telling your story yet, can we continue?"
12
Dream Lake Villa. Bathroom.
In the swirling steam, Xintong lay in the large, white bathtub, immersing herself in the steaming water. Her snow-white skin had turned slightly red from the soaking. Her dark pubic hair swayed with the movement of the water.
"Is all of this real?" "
Slender fingers slowly traced patterns on her smooth, alabaster-like body, Xintong repeatedly asked herself this question.
'You silly girl, you've finally made it through! You can live a normal life without worrying about food and clothing. You no longer have to squeeze into a stuffy, damp attic with rats as neighbors, and you no longer have to eat dry bread and drink cold water every day to save money for tuition! You earned all of this with your own hands!'
The girl sighed, then spaced out for a while, until the water in the bathtub got a little cold before getting up. After drying herself, she stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection with a critical eye.
Firm breasts, rosy nipples, a flat stomach, and thick pubic hair—everything was so alluring, so full of vitality."
Looking in the mirror, Xintong carefully cupped her breasts, gently pinching them a few times. She then half-turned to examine the curves of her hips, finally smiling at herself with satisfaction after a long while.
The bath faucet wasn't completely turned off. Every now and then, a drop of water would fall, creating ripples on the surface of the tub.
The entire bathroom was hazy with steam.
Suddenly, Xintong noticed the bathroom door was ajar!
She recalled that Xiaomei had brought her here, and then Xiaomei had come in to bring her a towel and offered to scrub her back; but Xintong declined. She wasn't used to being waited on.
"Maybe that girl didn't close the door properly when she left," Xintong could only console herself, but a sense of unease lingered.
Another large drop of water dripped from the faucet, falling onto the drained bottom of the tub with a crisp sound, which sounded almost mysterious in the quiet of the night. The hallway outside
the
bathroom was eerily silent, as if the entire house, the entire estate, had fallen asleep, quieter than a grave, as the French saying goes.
Once in the hallway, Xintong realized she was in trouble: she couldn't find her room! She only remembered that her room was at the other end of the hallway. But there were four closed doors, and in her haste to leave, she had forgotten which one led to her room.
To make matters worse, she always took off her glasses before showering and placed them on her bedside table, and with only a dim light in the hallway, she couldn't see anything beyond a certain distance.
Xintong had no choice but to pace back and forth between the four doors, straining her eyes to make out the markings, but all four doors looked exactly the same.
Just as she was feeling embarrassed, Xintong suddenly heard a dull thud coming from one of the doors, like something falling heavily to the ground. Then, she heard a woman's whimper, low and indistinct, as if something had gagged her.
With her keen hearing and ability to distinguish sounds, Xintong was almost certain it was Xiaomei's voice!
Extremely nervous, Xintong pressed her ear against the door, wanting to confirm again. But apart from her own pounding heart, she heard nothing. She was wondering whether to call for help… “What are you looking for?”
Suddenly, a cold, piercing voice came from behind her, as if it came from a metal pipe.
Xintong was so startled she almost jumped up, dropping the underwear she had just changed out of. She hurriedly turned around, only to see a woman completely wrapped in black clothes standing before her, her sharp eyes fixed on her.
It was the housekeeper, Mrs. Wang. In the dim light, Xintong, who was severely nearsighted, could only barely make out the woman's large, hooked nose. Although it was the height of summer, Xintong could still feel the chilling aura emanating from Mrs. Wang. She really couldn't understand where this ghostly housekeeper had suddenly appeared from.
“What are you looking for?” Mrs. Wang asked again.
"Excuse me... is Xiaomei here?" Xintong asked慌张地.
"Xiaomei has already finished work. She's doing what she's supposed to do," Mrs. Wang said coldly. "If you need anything, just tell me."
"No... it's nothing," Xintong replied, trying to bend down to pick up her underwear that had fallen to the ground.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Wang had already taken Xintong's white underwear first.
"Thank you, please give it to me," Xintong said quickly, blushing. "It's... dirty."
But Mrs. Wang had no intention of returning it to her: "I'll give it to Xiaomei tomorrow, and she can wash it together."
"Thank you, but no need. I always wash my own clothes," Xintong insisted.
"Mr. Wu advised that you are a musician and should be careful to protect your hands."
"..." Xintong didn't know how to answer for a moment. She just wanted to leave quickly, so she hesitated and said, "Then I'll go back first..."
"Your room is the third door over there," Mrs. Wang said. "Good night."
"Good night."
Xintong breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, but before she could take two steps, she heard Mrs. Wang's cold, metallic voice behind her again:
"Miss Su, I have one more piece of advice to give you."
"Go ahead..." Xintong felt her voice trembling.
"You're staying here, so don't be too curious," Mrs. Wang said, taking a step closer, "Otherwise, hehe, you'll regret it."
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Xintong almost fled back to her bedroom amidst Mrs. Wang's sarcastic laughter. As soon as she entered the room, she immediately locked the door, then collapsed wearily onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
For a moment, she almost doubted whether her decision to accept this job was correct.
"But, besides music, I have nothing, I can't do anything, where can I find such a well-paid job again? Mr. Wu seems like a nice person, and Jiajun is somewhat talented, so I'll wait and see."
Xintong convinced herself.
Although she was exhausted, Xintong lay in bed, wide awake. She got up, turned on the bedside lamp, and slowly began to carefully observe her new home.
Her bedroom was clean, spacious, and tidy. There wasn't much furniture: a large bed, a desk, a swivel chair, a wardrobe, and a bookcase. All the furniture was spotless. A desk lamp sat on the desk. The wardrobe contained several empty, high-quality clothes hangers. The bookcase was empty.
Although there was no one else in the room, Xintong felt as if a pair of eyes were watching her.
This strange feeling made her very uncomfortable. She looked around, trying to find those eyes.
Soon, she saw a framed photograph hanging on the wall near the door. It was clearly a photograph. Because of the dim lighting, Xintong hadn't noticed it before. She went to the wall and carefully examined the photograph.
It was a half-length portrait of a young woman. She was wearing a white summer dress and a sun hat, her expression solemn. She was clearly the same person in the painting she'd seen in the restaurant earlier.
"Maybe she's Jiajun's mother, the former mistress of this place?"
Thinking this, Xintong had to admit the person in the photo was beautiful, even more beautiful than herself. But Xintong disliked her arrogant, superior gaze, especially the way those eyes were constantly staring at her with such mockery.
"Since this is my room, I can do whatever I want," Xintong said defiantly, trying to take the photo down, only to find to her astonishment that the frame was embedded in the wall and couldn't be removed.
That night, Xintong slept very restlessly. Shortly after falling asleep, she vaguely heard someone playing the violin. In the latter half of the night, she had many strange dreams.
She dreamt that she was walking naked on a strange street. The street was deserted. There were many lampposts beside her, each with an eye painted on it.
She dreamt again of being bound to a tall stone pillar in a strange square. Many people walked around the square, none of them faceless.
She also dreamt of a masked figure standing silently beside her bed. Xintong asked who he was, but he didn't answer.
When she woke up in the morning, Xintong found her hand on her genitals, and a wet patch on the crotch of her underwear. It was still early at
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, so Xintong got up. After washing up, she quietly went downstairs, opened the back door, and went for a walk.
There was a winding, slightly uphill stone path. Xintong didn't know where the path led, so she just walked aimlessly.
The surroundings remained quiet; she couldn't even hear birds chirping.
After walking a short distance, Xintong found that the path ended. She came to the edge of a small cliff, with an unfathomable, dark green lake below.
At the end of the path was a grave. A white marble tombstone bore the words "Beloved Wife Mengyu."
Deathly silence.
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“Good morning, Teacher Su!” Wu Jianhong walked along the path carrying a cane, smiling. “Did you sleep well last night?”
“Not bad, but I’m in a new environment and haven’t gotten used to it yet,” Xintong answered honestly.
“Teacher Su, please put this on,” Wu Jianhong said, handing Xintong a trench coat he was holding. “Even though it’s summer, it’s still quite chilly here in the morning.”
“Thank you,” Xintong didn’t refuse. She was only wearing a thin shirt and did feel a bit cold.
“This coat belonged to my ex-wife. I didn’t expect it to fit you so well,” Wu Jianhong adjusted the collar for her. When his hand intentionally or unintentionally touched Xintong’s smooth, white neck, she trembled slightly.
Xintong looked at Wu Jianhong, then at the tombstone beside him.
“Yes, this is her grave,” Wu Jianhong knew what Xintong was thinking, “but it’s empty.
I put it here simply as a memorial. Ten years have passed, and we are separated by life and death. Alas.” He shook his head and sighed, a hint of sadness on his face, making him look much older.
Xintong was trying to find something to comfort him when Wu Jianhong shook his head and said, "No, I don't need sympathy. Teacher Su..."
"Just call me Xintong," Xintong blurted out, not knowing why, and blushed immediately.
"Oh, okay. I'll call you Xintong, and you can call me Jianhong too, that's the simplest way, haha..." Wu Jianhong laughed, naturally taking Xintong's hand. "We should go back."
Xintong shuddered, feeling a warm current flowing from her hand.
"Xintong, your hands are beautiful. You're born to be a musician."
Xintong instinctively felt she should pull her hand back, but her whole body felt weak and powerless, as if she were floating in a cloud.
17.
Arriving at the restaurant, Xiaomei reported that breakfast was ready.
"Damn it! How many times have I told you not to use this tablecloth!" Suddenly, Wu Jianhong erupted in fury, a complete change from his previous demeanor. Xintong was terrified, and Xiaomei's face turned ashen.
"Don't blame Xiaomei, I told her to change it." Mrs. Wang's sinister voice came from the stairs. As soon as she came down, she saw the trench coat Xintong was wearing, and her expression changed. She stared at Xintong with a strange look, making Xintong feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she were a thief caught in public.
"Why?" Wu Jianhong roared at Mrs. Wang, "You're thinking too much!"
"This is Madam's favorite tablecloth," the housekeeper said politely, but her attitude was firm.
Xintong looked at the tablecloth. It was a very ordinary white linen tablecloth with some plum blossom patterns, nothing special.
"But Madam is dead!" Wu Jianhong was furious.
"In my heart, she lives on forever!" Mrs. Wang refused to back down.
"You..." Wu Jianhong was speechless with anger, only glaring at the housekeeper. Mrs. Wang met his gaze without fear, as if facing death without hesitation.
After a brief standoff, Wu Jianhong finally gave up, turning to Xintong and saying,
"I'm not eating! I'm going to Shanghai for a board meeting today. Please finish your breakfast and start teaching Jiajun."
He then glared at Mrs. Wang and stormed off.
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"Is it good?" Xiaomei placed a bowl of sesame dumplings in front of Xintong. "You can't get such good Jiangnan snacks abroad, can you?"
"Of course! Back then, I was craving Shanghai xiaolongbao, crab shell pastries, and mung bean cakes all the time! I was so hungry!"
"It's good to be back, isn't it?"
"Yes. Xiaomei, you should eat with me."
"No, I've already eaten."
"Xiaomei, what happened to your hand?" Suddenly, Xintong noticed a red mark on Xiaomei's wrist, as if it had been made by a rope or something similar.
"N-nothing..." Xiaomei hurriedly tried to cover it up.
Xintong wanted to ask more, but when she looked up, she suddenly saw Mrs. Wang staring sternly at her from across the table, like an eagle eyeing its prey.
Xintong involuntarily shivered.
Dream Lake Villa (Part 3)
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"Okay, Jiajun, that's enough for today's lesson."
All afternoon, Xintong listened to Jiajun practice the piano in his room, her mind racing. Dream Lake Villa usually had a dedicated music room, but today Jiajun was inexplicably stubborn, refusing to leave his room and insisting on having the lesson in his own. Since today's lesson didn't require the piano, the easygoing Xintong agreed.
Xintong had never entered a single man's room before, and she wasn't without reservations. But in her eyes, Jiajun wasn't a man, just a boy.
Jiajun's room was unusually clean and tidy for a boy, almost to an abnormal degree. Not a speck of dust could be found on the table, and the waxed floor shone so brightly it reflected one's image. Compared to this, Xintong felt her previous residence was like a garbage dump.
The first lesson went relatively smoothly, and Jiajun was obedient. However, Xintong couldn't concentrate. She found her thoughts were mostly focused on the boy's father. She kept replaying the scene from that morning at Jiajun's mother's grave.
"We'll practice these same things tomorrow," Xintong said, seeing Jiajun's disappointed expression. "I know it's tedious. But these are the fundamentals. If you don't master them, it'll be hard to improve later." Jiajun nodded
.
"It's not just you; your teacher practices every day, and even masters like Kreisler and Heifetz practice these scales daily."
Jiajun nodded again.
"Jiajun, your father said you don't like to talk," Xintong said with a smile, "and now I realize you really don't like to talk, do you?"
Jiajun nodded, then shook his head.
Xintong could only smile bitterly. She was tidying up the sheet music when she heard Jiajun say, "Teacher, can you play a piece for me?"
"Sure, what do you want to hear?" Xintong was delighted. "It's getting late, I'll just play something random."
Saying this, she opened her violin case, picked up her violin, and casually played Mendelssohn's "Wings of Song."
When the piece ended, Xintong put down her violin and was about to speak when she suddenly noticed that Jiajun's expression was very strange. He had his eyes wide open and looked lost, his already pale face now completely devoid of color. He stared straight at Xintong, but it wasn't quite as if he was looking at her; rather, it was as if he was trying to recall something.
"Jiajun, what's wrong?" Xintong was taken aback and said sympathetically, "Missing your mother?"
Jiajun seemed not to hear her at all.
“Look, you’re much luckier than your teacher,” Xintong stepped forward, wanting to comfort him, “At least you still have your father…”
“Don’t come any closer!” Jiajun suddenly shouted, his face showing extreme fear, as if the person in front of him wasn’t Xintong but some kind of demon or monster.
At the same time, he clutched his head with both hands, curled up, and desperately retreated to the corner of the wall, suddenly yelling, “My head hurts so much!” and then lay motionless.
Xintong was immediately terrified, her hands and feet turning ice-cold, at a loss for what to do.
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Soon, Dr. Zhang arrived. Dr. Zhang was a short man in his fifties, dressed like he was going to the Arctic even in the sweltering summer heat. After examining Jiajun, he said that the boy had suddenly suffered some kind of intense stimulation and gave him an injection of a sedative.
“Could it be that I caused Jiajun such a strong stimulation?” Xintong couldn’t help but be greatly surprised, “But I only met him yesterday.”
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Xu Ping’s office.
“It might not be something you directly provoked him; it seems you might have unintentionally triggered his memories,”
Xu Ping said. “It might be a very unpleasant memory.”
“Yes, that’s what the doctor said too,” Xin Tong nodded.
Xu Ping smiled smugly.
22
Dream Lake Villa.
Xin Tong was feeling bewildered when Xiao Mei asked her to answer the phone, saying it was Mr. Wu calling.
Xin Tong’s heart pounded, and she nervously picked up the receiver.
“Xin Tong?” Mr. Wu’s voice sounded very friendly. “I won’t be back tonight; I have some business matters to handle. I’m sorry.”
“Okay, I understand.” Xin Tong felt very disappointed.
“You sound unhappy?” Mr. Wu laughed. “Are you alright? Did Jia Jun upset you?
I’ll talk to him about that kid later.”
Xin Tong truthfully reported Jia Jun’s situation, while mentally preparing herself for being fired.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu didn't blame her, nor did he seem too surprised. Instead, he comforted her, saying, "That's just how Jiajun is. He's always so impulsive, scaring everyone half to death."
"I hope he's alright," Xintong said, still somewhat downcast.
"Since the doctor has seen him, there shouldn't be any major problems," Mr. Wu said. "Then please keep an eye on him. Also, Xintong, feel free to make yourself at home here, don't be shy, haha."
He then hung up. However, Xintong felt that Mr. Wu was hiding something.
After dinner, Xintong went upstairs to Jiajun's room to check on him. She felt that her role here was far more than that of a tutor.
The
wall clock ticked away.
Jiajun was still fast asleep. Xintong gently covered him with the blanket.
After watching for a while and finding nothing amiss, Xintong was about to tiptoe away when she suddenly noticed a wad of white fabric peeking out from under Jiajun's pillow, a feeling that evoked a strong sense of familiarity.
Xintong held her breath and gently pulled the soft fabric from under the pillow. Sure enough, it was her own dirty underwear, which she had just changed out of the night before, later "snatched" by Mrs. Wang, who said Xiaomei should wash it.
Xintong unfolded the crumpled underwear and found it clearly hadn't been washed, still exuding the rich, intoxicating scent of her own virginity.
How did her intimate item end up under this boy's pillow?
Although Xintong was a virgin, she was already knowledgeable about matters between men and women, and naturally knew what this boy was doing with her dirty underwear.
Thinking of this, Xintong's face flushed red to her ears.
Just then, Jiajun stirred a few times, as if he were about to wake up. Xintong wanted to question him, but felt it would be too embarrassing to be caught in the act, so without thinking, she quickly stuffed the underwear back under the pillow and hurried towards the door.
Jiajun, however, turned over and fell asleep again.
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Xu Ping's office.
The phone on the desk suddenly rang.
Xiao Chen picked up the receiver, asked a question, and then handed it to Xu Ping.
Xu Ping smiled apologetically at Xin Tong.
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Dream Lake Villa. Late at night.
Xin Tong's bedroom.
"Time flies, it's been a month since I came here!" Xin Tong, half-lying on the bed, put down her book and looked up at the calendar on the desk.
Just as she picked up the book again, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Xin Tong, who was half-lying on the bed reading, asked upon hearing the sound.
"Sister Xin Tong, it's me." It was Xiao Mei's voice. Xin Tong quickly got up and opened the door.
"Sister Xin Tong, may I come in?" Xiao Mei asked timidly from outside the door.
"Of course, Xiao Mei, come in quickly." Over the past few days, Xin Tong had developed a good impression of this kind and gentle girl and often took good care of her.
"Sister Xintong, I can't sleep, I feel so bored being alone," Xiaomei said as she entered the room. "Can I stay here for a while?"
"Of course, I was just looking for company," Xintong smiled. "Come to my bed, let's talk while we lie down."
Xiaomei did as she was told, taking off her outer clothes until she was only wearing a bra and floral underwear, and climbed onto the bed to lie down next to Xintong.
The two warm, soft bodies pressed tightly together.
"Xiaomei, tell your sister, what happened?" Xintong gently stroked the rope marks scattered across Xiaomei's arms and thighs, her heart aching. "Who could be so cruel?"
Although the rope marks had faded considerably, they were still shockingly visible on the girl's healthy skin.
"Sister Xintong, don't ask, I'm fine..." Xiaomei forced a smile. "Really, I'm fine."
"No, who did this? It's too cruel! We're going to sue him!" Xintong insisted.
"Forget it, sister, why bother? We're all just trying to make a living," Xiaomei avoided Xintong's gaze. "You'll understand later..."
"Could it be him?..." Xintong's eyes widened, and she muttered to herself, "No, it can't be..."
"Sister, your skin is so beautiful, so white and tender," Xiaomei said, gently stroking Xintong's bare arms and shoulders with her fingers.
"Really? I even think my skin is too pale. Healthy and natural like yours is the best."
Xintong figured she wouldn't get anything out of Xiaomei anyway, so she started chatting with her:
"Xiaomei, where is your home?"
"My hometown is Hangzhou. My mother, younger brother, and grandmother live there too," Xiaomei said. "But I came here to work when I was thirteen."
As she spoke, Xiaomei placed her hand on the smooth skin at the neckline of Xintong's pajamas, slowly moving it towards her breasts.
Hearing Xiaomei's answer, Xintong suddenly had a thought: "Then you've met Jiajun's mother?"
"Yes, but I was still young then," Xiaomei said. "She passed away not long after I came here."
"Do you remember what kind of person she was?" Xintong asked with interest, turning to the side. "You should still have some impression."
"Look, that's her." Xiaomei pointed to the framed photo on the wall. "Mrs. Wu was very beautiful and knew how to dress, but I rarely saw her smile. Mr. Wu doted on her, always buying her this and that. But she seemed to be rarely with Mr. Wu. I often saw her playing the violin."
"She played the violin too?"
"Yes, she often played the violin alone by the lake, or she would teach Jiajun to play the violin."
"By the lake? You mean that..."
"That's right, the place with the tombstone now. She liked to play the violin there the most."
"Xiaomei, do you remember the scene when Mrs. Wu passed away?" Xintong asked cautiously.
"I don't remember very clearly, I only remember that the house was in a mess, and I was terrified." Xiaomei gently stroked Xintong's sensitive nipple. "At that time, Mr. Wu seemed to have gone mad, sometimes shouting and yelling, sometimes sitting blankly without making a sound; Mrs. Wang fainted, then the police came and took Mr. Wu away for questioning, then Mr. Wu came back, and then there was a big funeral."
"Was Mrs. Wang already the housekeeper here at that time?"
"Yes, I heard that Mrs. Wang had been with Mrs. Wu for a long time. Mrs. Wu brought her with her when she married Mr. Wu. She was very loyal to Mrs. Wu."
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Xu Ping's office.
"Miss Su, please take a rest." Xiao Chen handed a cup of green tea to Xintong. "On such a hot day, green tea can cool you down."
Xu Ping held the phone in one hand and kept writing on a piece of paper with the other.
Xintong picked up the teacup and stood up, wandering around for a while, curiously looking at everything around her.
She could feel that Xu Ping's gaze never left her.
After walking around for a while, Xu Ping was still on the phone. He made an apologetic gesture to Xintong.
Xintong smiled sweetly.
Xiao Chen whistled.
Xintong strolled to the window, silently gazing down, a tempting blush creeping onto her face... 27
Xintong, her delicate brows furrowed, fell into deep thought, letting Xiaomei's hands roam freely over her body.
"Sister Xintong, you're so knowledgeable, you can even read such a thick foreign book," Xiaomei's hand slipped inside Xintong's pajama bottoms, "What book is this?"
"It's a French novel, called *The Red and the Black*, it's very good."
Although Xintong found Xiaomei's intimate behavior a little strange, she didn't stop her. When Xiaomei's palm, through her thin panties, touched her mons pubis, she merely twisted her waist slightly to avoid it. She thought this was the innocence and silliness unique to young girls. Xintong was also curious; she wanted to see just
how "silly" this girl was.
"Really? I also like reading novels. It's a pity I don't understand English. Sister Xintong, could you tell me about it?"
"Sure, it's rare that you enjoy reading. This book is about a young French governess who desperately wants to enter high society..." Xintong opened the book and began to tell Xiaomei about its contents.
"Is Julien handsome?" Xiaomei asked.
"Yes, a handsome man. The book says... Oh dear, don't touch me like that..."
Xiaomei's caresses had already aroused Xintong's body. She felt Xiaomei's hand getting closer and closer to her genitals. Xintong instinctively squeezed her legs together. But while Xiaomei listened intently with wide, innocent eyes, she stubbornly attacked Xintong's most sensitive areas.
After only a few pages, Xintong felt increasingly hot, as if a fire was burning in her lower abdomen. Soon, Xiaomei's fingers pressed against Xintong's hardened clitoris, rubbing it sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly.
"Ah, Xiaomei, don't do this..." Xintong suddenly cried out, but before she could finish speaking, she felt a warm current flow between her legs... Instantly, her whole body felt languid and indescribably comfortable. She had masturbated before, but she had never felt so good.
Xintong put down the book in her hand, closed her eyes, her face as red as the sunset, and her slender legs weakly spread apart.
"Good sister, is it comfortable?" Xiaomei's voice floated in her ear, "Oh, your underwear is so wet, let me help you change it." Saying that, she was about to take off Xintong's pants.
Xintong, who was almost in a daze, thought that since Xiaomei was a girl, she would let her do as she pleased. She lifted her buttocks slightly, letting Xiaomei pull down her underwear and pajama pants together.
"Sister Xintong, your lower body is so beautiful, so red, tender and wet," Xiaomei giggled, "Even I am tempted."
"What's so beautiful about it? Aren't you the same?" Xintong groaned. Under Xiaomei's gaze, she felt her love juices overflowing from her vulva again.
"Mine isn't as good as yours, I'll show you if you don't believe me." She said, reaching to take off her pants.
"Go away, who wants to see yours? It's so embarrassing!" Xintong turned her head away. "I'm not messing around with you anymore, let me get dressed quickly."
"Wait a minute," Xiaomei pressed down on Xintong's shoulder, saying mysteriously, "Let's play another game."
"What game?"
“It’s going to be fun, you’ll find out soon,” Xiaomei’s big eyes blinked. “Come on, close your eyes first.”
“You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve.”
Xintong closed her eyes with some skepticism. She only heard a rustling sound, as if Xiaomei was looking for something. Just
as she was wondering, she suddenly felt Xiaomei grab her wrists and twist them behind her back.
“Xiaomei, what are you doing?” Xintong was startled. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find that Xiaomei was tying her wrists together with a silk scarf.
“Hey, I haven’t told you to open your eyes yet,” Xiaomei giggled. She was very strong and quickly tied Xintong’s hands so tightly that she couldn’t move.
“Xiaomei, don’t mess around, or I’ll get angry!” Xintong said anxiously. But then Xiaomei grabbed Xintong’s underwear and stuffed it into her mouth. With
her wet underwear stuffed into her sexy little mouth, the usually clean-loving Xintong almost fainted.
She writhed like a fish pulled from the water, tears streaming down her face.
"Sister Xintong, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," Xiaomei whispered in her ear, "I'll make you feel very comfortable."
After struggling for a while, Xintong was exhausted and covered in sweat. Seeing Xiaomei's erratic behavior, Xintong was certain the girl meant no harm, and seeing her so happy was rare, so she simply stopped resisting, closed her eyes, and let her do as she pleased.
"Good sister, that's what you call obedient," Xiaomei giggled, unbuttoning Xintong's nightgown and pulling it open, exposing Xintong's full, firm breasts to the air filled with her feminine fragrance. Xiaomei's hands gently pinched the two delicate, pink nipples, skillfully twisting and pulling them, playfully squeezing and kneading the breasts into various shapes…
The quiet Xintong was surprised to find that, with her hands bound and her mouth gagged, the desire that had already been ignited within her burned even more fiercely. Under Xiaomei's skillful caresses and manipulations, Xintong's body seemed to transform into a sensitive musical instrument, every subtle movement eliciting a perfectly faithful response... After stripping off her clothes, Xiaomei knelt between Xintong's legs, spreading her two snow-white thighs apart. She extended her soft, agile tongue and began licking Xintong's already soaking wet vulva.
Xintong, who had never experienced oral sex before, instinctively tried to avoid it; she had never imagined that such a place could be touched by the mouth. But she was immediately overwhelmed by a massive, unprecedented, tidal wave of pleasure. She felt Xiaomei's tongue push open her full, thick, pink labia, moving up and down within the warm, moist cleft, carefully savoring every nuance of virginity. Then, Xiaomei's tongue slid to Xintong's most secret place, her tongue circling back and forth.
Caught in wave after wave of surging lust, Xintong anticipated the final thrust towards her climax. She twisted her waist, trying to raise her snow-white buttocks, and let out muffled moans from her mouth, which was stuffed with her panties. Xiaomei did not disappoint her. Her lips accurately sucked on Xintong's erect clitoris, her tongue flicking it forcefully, and suddenly she gently bit it with the tip of her teeth...
Instantly, Xintong's body stiffened. Soon, accompanied by a spasmodic tremor, a stream of clear, hot fluid gushed from Xintong's genitals, and she collapsed onto the bed as if exhausted.
"Sister Xintong, was it comfortable?" Xiaomei untied Xintong and removed the panties covered in saliva from her mouth. Xintong, still panting softly, had her eyes closed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Xiaomei considerately lay down beside Xintong, gently stroking her still burning skin. Xiaomei wanted to kiss Xintong's lips, but Xintong resolutely avoided her.
"Sister, you're comfortable, but I'm not comfortable yet," Xiaomei said softly, while pressing her body tightly against Xintong, twisting and turning.
Unexpectedly, Xintong coldly pushed her away. Xintong then got up, silently cleaned herself, and found clean clothes to change into.
Xiaomei looked at her in surprise.
"Xiaomei, hurry up and get dressed, leave here immediately," Xintong said coldly, pointing to the door.
Xiaomei was immediately at a loss, her once rosy cheeks turning deathly pale.
"You're not allowed to touch my body without permission from now on," Xintong said sternly. "Let's pretend nothing happened tonight. Go."
"Sister Xintong, I was wrong... Waaah..." Xiaomei blinked, large tears rolling down her cheeks, like a child being scolded by an adult. "I just saw you were so lonely, and I felt so alone, so... nobody here cares about me, only you are kind to me... Waaah..."
Xintong's heart softened immediately: "Sister doesn't blame you. Go back now. We'll still be best friends."
"Waaah... I'm afraid to sleep alone..." Xiaomei cried even harder. "Sister, can I sleep here?
Just tonight... I promise I'll be good."
"Well... okay," Xintong sighed. "You'd better sleep next to me, but don't cause any more trouble, okay?" 　　Midnight
28. 　　Suddenly, as if startled awake by some sound, Xintong opened her eyes abruptly and nudged Xiaomei beside her. "Xiaomei, did you hear anything?" 　　Xiaomei remained motionless, still fast asleep. 　　Xintong looked up at the gray ceiling, a hint of fear on her face. 　　On the wall, the framed portrait of Madam Wu still seemed to be mocking Xintong. 　　29 　　Xu Ping's office. 　　"Well, after staying at Dream Lake Villa for a while, I discovered that Madam Wu, uh," Xintong cleared her throat, "that is, Jiajun's mother, her photos and portraits are practically everywhere. This huge house is full of her belongings with her initials written on them. Also, almost everything in every room is arranged exactly as it was when she was alive." 　　"I think all of this was arranged by that housekeeper, right?" Xu Ping asked, "Does she do this make you very uncomfortable?" 　　"Yes. But if it were just that, I wouldn't have come here specifically for help." Xintong said pitifully. 　　"Oh, then what else is there?" 　　Xintong took a breath, her slender fingers gripping the armrest of the recliner tightly: 　　"I often feel that in Dream Lake Villa... there is an unseen person!" 　　"Hmm, how so?" Xu Ping raised an eyebrow. 　　“For example, I’m often woken up in the middle of the night by all sorts of strange noises. A few times, I heard someone walking around on the ceiling above my head.” 　　“What’s above your room?” Xu Ping asked. 　　“Just an empty little attic. Nobody lives there, and almost nobody goes there.” 　　“Hmm, anything else?” 　　“Sometimes, I hear people talking in the hallway, a woman’s voice. I’m sure I’ve never heard that voice before.” Xin Tong paused. “And once it was even stranger. I heard Mrs. Wang talking in the living room from the stairs. I clearly heard her say, ‘Yes, Madam, everything has been done as you instructed.’ But when I went into the living room, only Mrs. Wang was there.” 　　“Was she on the phone with someone?”

“No, the telephone is at the bottom of the stairs. If she's on the phone, I can see her from upstairs.”
Xu Ping suddenly seemed to remember something, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, took down a thick book, and returned to his desk to read it.
“I haven’t finished yet,” Xin Tong pouted like a child, her expression extremely cute.
Xu Ping couldn’t help but laugh: “Please continue, I’m listening.”
“Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I find that the furniture and decorations in my room seem to have been moved. Also, sometimes, things that weren’t there before often appear in the room.”
“For example?”
“For instance, the day before yesterday morning, a doll suddenly appeared on my bookshelf. It was one of those very elaborate, finely crafted dolls.”
“A doll?” Xu Ping showed interest. “Besides yourself, who else usually comes into your room?”
“Only Xiao Mei comes to clean for me twice a week.”
“Hmm,” Xu Ping frowned, as if thinking.
“However, the most terrifying thing was that when I woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, I heard someone playing the violin outside the window…”
Xintong’s expression turned fearful again, and her fingers involuntarily gripped the chair armrest. “I looked at the clock, it was about two in the morning.”
“Could it be Jiajun practicing?” Xiao Chen asked.
“No, I can recognize his violin immediately.”
30
The strange violin music continued intermittently. Xintong put on her coat, opened the door, and went downstairs. Her slender figure was quickly swallowed by the darkness.
The back door of the building opened silently. A pair of clean, white feet in slippers stepped silently onto the stone path.
In the pale moonlight, Xintong walked very carefully. She looked back almost every two steps, as if worried that something was following her.
Suddenly, she stopped, listening intently.
The music continued.
Xintong walked on.
The music grew more and more mournful, like the weeping of a lonely ghost.
Finally, she saw the tombstone.
In the moonlight, the marble tombstone appeared eerily white, much like the color of a dead person's bones.
In the moonlight, the girl's shadow drifted forlornly on the ground.
The music suddenly disappeared, just as suddenly as it had appeared.
Once again, an endless, deathly silence descended. A silence so profound it was suffocating.
31
"I know, no wonder you asked us earlier if we believed in ghosts," Xiao Chen suddenly exclaimed, "You suspect that the invisible person is… Mrs. Wu!"
Xin Tong's face turned pale. Clearly, Xiao Chen had hit the nail on the head.
"Every time I ask Jian Hong about his ex-wife, he always remains silent, seeming preoccupied," Xin Tong said, frowning. Xu Ping noticed the form of address she used.
"There's something else that I find a little strange," Xin Tong took a breath, "A week ago, Jian Hong returned from Shanghai. As soon as he entered, he called me to his bedroom…"
"He called you to his bedroom?" Xiao Chen asked curiously.
Xin Tong blushed. She hesitated for a moment, then said generously, "After spending this time together, Jianhong and I are quite close."
"But, he..." Xiao Chen wanted to say something.
"Xiao Chen, don't interrupt," Xu Ping said, "Miss Su, please continue."
32
Wu Jianhong's bedroom.
"Xintong, come and see, this is something I specially asked someone to bring from Paris, do you like it?" Wu Jianhong said.
"Oh dear, why give me something like this? I'm still a young lady." Xintong blushed as soon as she saw it. It turned out that Wu Jianhong had given her a set of extremely sexy women's lingerie.
"Authentic French goods, not bad, right?" Wu Jianhong put his arm around Xintong's shoulder from behind, "Put it on and let me see."
"Hmph, you wish!" Xintong turned around coquettishly.
Unexpectedly, she saw Mrs. Wu, who had been dead for many years, smiling at her in the corner of the room!
Xintong suddenly gasped, then felt dizzy, and she softly fell into Wu Jianhong's arms.
"Xintong, Xintong, wake up!" After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes and saw Wu Jianhong looking at her anxiously.
"My goodness, I didn't expect to scare you like this," Wu Jianhong helped her up. "It's just a wax figure!"
"Really a wax figure?" Xintong was still somewhat shaken. "She...she looks so real."
"Touch it yourself if you don't believe me," Wu Jianhong laughed. "After Mengyu passed away, because I missed her, I asked an artist friend to make this wax figure and put it here so I could see her every day. This friend used to be an admirer of Mengyu, which is why he was able to make it so lifelike, haha."
Xintong slowly walked to the wax figure, carefully examining it, and exclaimed in genuine admiration. She tried to reach out and touch it, but ultimately didn't dare.
Because it looked too real.
33
“I understand,” Xu Ping said, looking at Xin Tong. “Miss Su came to us to investigate Wu Jianhong’s ex-wife, isn’t that right?”
“Yes. I want to know if she’s dead or alive,” Xin Tong said firmly. “If she is indeed dead, I want to know how she died.”
“Perhaps there are some mysteries that haven’t been solved, which makes you feel a little strange,” Xu Ping said. “But that happened many years ago. Why are you so concerned about Mrs. Wu’s life or death?”
“You are a detective. Isn’t it your duty to find out the truth?” Xin Tong looked at Xu Ping challengingly.
“Haha, of course,” Xu Ping laughed awkwardly. “However, perhaps I shouldn’t ask this: Is Mrs. Wu’s life or death really that important to you?”
“Yes, it is very important to me.”
“Why? Can you tell me?”
Xin Tong’s face turned red again. She bit her lip, hesitated, and said in an almost inaudible voice,
"I'm getting married."
(To be continued)
34
"Married?" Xiao Chen exclaimed strangely, "You...and..."
Xu Ping's expression was also uncertain.
"Yes, Jianhong proposed to me, and I said yes." Xin Tong's voice was very soft, but her face was full of happiness.
"But, he..." Xiao Chen's expression undoubtedly said, "He could be your father!"
"Congratulations, Miss Su," Xu Ping said as if waking from a dream. "Has the wedding date been set?"
"Not yet, it'll probably be after the Mid-Autumn Festival," Xin Tong whispered.
"That's wonderful, wonderful..." Xu Ping rubbed his hands together, but his expression was somewhat unnatural.
"But, Mr. Xu," Xin Tong looked at Xu Ping and said, word by word, "If you can't help me unravel the mystery in my heart, I'm afraid I'll find it difficult to put on my wedding dress like this."
"It sounds like Miss Su has entrusted her lifelong happiness to me," Xu Ping sneered and shook his head. "I'm just a small-time private investigator; I'm afraid I can't bear such a heavy responsibility."
"Mr. Xu, can you imagine how terrifying it is to live under the shadow of a ghost every day?" Xin Tong said tremulously, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. "Can you bear to watch me be driven mad by the ghost of my husband's ex-wife?"
Suddenly, Xu Ping made a strange gesture to Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen understood and, while rambling on about irrelevant things, tiptoed quickly toward the door.
Xintong was puzzled when she suddenly saw Xiao Chen grab the goalball and fling the door open. A man outside stumbled and fell inside!
Xiao Chen quickly stopped him. The man was wearing a dark long gown, was in his fifties, had a sallow complexion, and looked quite disheveled. Clearly, he had been eavesdropping by the door, but the sudden opening caught him off guard, causing him to lose his balance.
"Friend, what's the meaning of this?" Xiao Chen sneered.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..." the man stammered, his voice thick with a Shaoxing accent.
"Old Jin?! How could it be you?" Xintong exclaimed in surprise.
"Miss Su, do you know him?" Xu Ping asked.
“Yes, he’s Old Jin from Mr. Wu’s accounting office.”
“Did you come together?”
“Yes, Mr. Wu asked Old Jin to come to Shanghai on business this morning, and I came with him. We parted ways after arriving in Shanghai, and we were supposed to go back to Wuxi together tonight. But, I don’t know why we ran into each other here…” Xin Tong was clearly confused as well.
“I…I…I came here to look for…a…Wang…Wang Mingzhi, the accountant…” Old Jin stammered, his eyes constantly glancing at Xin Tong.
“Accountant Wang’s office is on the third floor,” Xu Ping said with a half-smile. “Mr. Jin, you’ve come to the wrong office, haven’t you?”
“Yes, yes, brother, you’ve come to the wrong office, it’s a misunderstanding,” Old Jin wiped his forehead with his sleeve and looked at Xin Tong again. “I didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence that Miss Su is here too…”
“Mr. Xu is a friend of mine,” Xin Tong said calmly.
“In that case, brother, I won’t bother you any longer.” Old Jin nodded and bowed, moving step by step toward the door.
"Goodbye, Mr. Jin, I won't see you off." Xu Ping gestured for Xiao Chen to let him go.
35
"What's all this about?" Xiao Chen grumbled as soon as Old Jin left. Xu Ping told him to be quiet.
"Since that incident, has Jiajun shown any unusual behavior?" Xu Ping lit another cigarette and asked Xin Tong.
"It seems like nothing," Xin Tong said, "but I always feel he has a strong sense of insecurity, as if he's afraid of something."
"Ms. Su, after you go back, you need to stay in close contact with me. Notify me immediately of any unusual situations," Xu Ping said. "If it's inconvenient to talk on the phone, you can telegraph me. I need your cooperation."
"Mr. Xu, so you agree?" Xin Tong asked happily.
“Since Miss Su considers me a friend,” Xu Ping shrugged, “I can’t ignore a friend’s affairs. If you were just Wu Jianhong’s tutor, I might not have taken this case. But now you’re his fiancée, so the situation is different.”
“That’s great, thank you, Mr. Xu,” Xin Tong said happily. “When are you coming to Dream Lake Villa?
You’re not just going to sit here investigating, are you?”
“Of course I’ll come as soon as possible. After I’ve gathered some information,” Xu Ping said solemnly, “Miss Su, please be careful these days.”
“Does Mr. Xu think I’m in danger?” Xin Tong raised an eyebrow.
“It’s hard to say right now. In any case, it’s always good to be careful.”
“Okay, then I’ll take my leave,” Xin Tong extended her soft, white hand. “I’ll wait for you at Dream Lake Villa.”
Xiao Chen saw Xin Tong to the door.
“Miss Su,” Xu Ping called out to her again, “you’d better see a doctor. Too much painkiller is bad for your health.”
“I know,” Xin Tong smiled sweetly again, “and you shouldn’t smoke too much either, hehe.”
36
“Swallows lead the way, orioles beckon, willows line the road, Zhangtai leads directly to West Lake.
If spring flowers and autumn moon visit me, my home is in Xiling, my surname is Su.”
Standing at the window watching Xin Tong’s back as she walked into the street, Xu Ping recited casually.
"Brother, why are you reciting poetry?" Xiao Chen tilted his head and asked. "Is something on your mind?"
"It's a poem by Su Xiaoxiao, a famous courtesan from Qiantang in the Southern Qi Dynasty. Coincidentally, our new patron's surname is also Su," Xu Ping said. "That's why I remembered it."
Xu Ping picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Xiao Chen, what do you think of this case?"
"I don't think that scoundrel surnamed Jin is a good person," Xiao Chen said. "Is it because Old Man Wu is afraid his fiancée will run off with someone else, so he sent that scoundrel surnamed Jin to monitor Miss Su?"
"That guy surnamed Jin isn't cut out for eavesdropping," Xu Ping said. "If Wu Jianhong really wanted to do that, he should have found someone more respectable."
"However, this guy surnamed Jin is definitely targeting Xintong," Xu Ping paused, then added, "This case seems more complicated than I initially thought."
"Yes, perhaps there's a terrible crime hidden behind it."
"Xiao Chen, from Miss Su's account just now, can you find anything noteworthy?"
“Hmm, I think…” Xiao Chen scratched his head, “Your summarizing ability is better than mine, so you should explain.”
“You lazybones,” Xu Ping glared at Xiao Chen. “How can you improve like this? There’s an American saying: If you have a head on your shoulders, prove it to me.”
“Okay. Xin Tong’s first impression of Dream Lake Villa wasn’t very good,” Xiao Chen said. “She said it felt like a ruin.”
“That’s a woman’s intuition,” Xu Ping said. “A woman’s intuition is sometimes very accurate. But we’re detectives; detectives can’t solve cases based on intuition, they have to rely on logic.”
“Wu Jianhong took an instant liking to Xintong; I don’t think he had any good intentions,” Xiao Chen said. “Their relationship developed so quickly, it’s really suspicious. An old widower has plenty of money; of course he wouldn’t let go of a beautiful and lovely girl like Xintong. On the other hand, an orphan girl from a poor family has the opportunity to enter high society, so the old man and the young woman hit it off immediately…”
“I asked you to analyze the case, not to gossip about other people’s private affairs,” Xu Ping said, somewhat amused
. “It’s the 20th century now, how can you be so old-fashioned? Even if it’s an old man and a young woman, if they’re both willing, who can interfere?” Xiao Chen chuckled.
“I ask you, Mrs. Wu’s portrait and photos are everywhere, and her belongings are arranged according to how she looked when she was alive. What does that mean?” Xu Ping asked.
“This shows that Madam Wu’s position in this family was very special,” Xiao Chen quickly replied, “so much so that even years after her death, her influence still exists, as if she were still alive.”
“That’s right. This is very important, and may be the key factor in this case. Did you notice that the photo frame in Xintong’s room was nailed to the wall? Obviously, someone wanted Madam Wu’s influence to continue.”
“Was it the housekeeper, Mrs. Wang?”
“On the surface, it should be her. But is there someone else behind Mrs. Wang? More importantly, what is her purpose in doing this?” Xu Ping pondered, “Mrs. Wang’s hostility towards Xintong is obvious. She doesn’t seem to accept the fact that Madam Wu is dead.” Xiao Chen suddenly wanted to
say something, but Xu Ping gestured for him to wait:
“Wu Jianhong’s attitude towards his deceased wife was also a bit strange. On the one hand, he built a tombstone for his deceased wife and placed her wax figure in the bedroom, so his feelings for her must have been very deep. On the other hand, he acted very strangely over something as small as a tablecloth that his wife liked most when she was alive, as if he was avoiding something—what were you about to say?”
“I suddenly have a bold idea,” Xiao Chen said, blinking.
“Tell me.”
“I think Madam Wu might not be dead!” Xiao Chen said excitedly. “All these years, she’s been hiding in Dream Lake Villa. The ‘invisible person’ Xin Tong mentioned is her! For some reason, such as being disfigured, her personality has changed drastically, and she might even be mentally unstable, doing all sorts of strange things. And the only person who knows this fact is the housekeeper, Mrs. Wang!”
“Hmm, not bad, that’s a very attractive hypothesis that can explain many things,” Xu Ping said, arms crossed. “But right now it’s just a hypothesis; there’s no evidence to support it.”
“Can’t the strange sounds Xin Tong heard, including the piano music at the lakeside cemetery in the middle of the night, be considered supporting evidence?” Xiao Chen retorted.
“I think those are secondary points,” Xu Ping said calmly. “However, it’s too early to say anything now. Also, what do you think of Jiajun?”
“He’s an unusually quiet boy,” Xiao Chen said. “However, apart from his unusual behavior when he heard Xintong play the violin that time, there doesn’t seem to be anything special about him.”
“Xiao Chen, I think you’ve overlooked an important detail,” Xu Ping frowned. “Xintong said that the boy’s room is unusually clean and tidy.”
“Hmm, what does that mean?”
“I don’t know. But if you recall the serial murders in the Chicago area in 1927, the perverted killer was a single man under twenty, and his room was also unusually clean and tidy.”
“Then do you suspect that Jiajun is a dangerous person?”
Xu Ping didn’t answer, but continued on his own: “Also, what does the experience of the maid named Xiaomei indicate? It indicates that at least one person in Dream Lake Manor has sexual violence tendencies. Xiaomei is his plaything.”
"Good heavens, who could it be? Could it be Old Man Wu?" Xiao Chen was startled by his own assumption. "Wouldn't it be terrible for Xin Tong to marry him?"
"Who knows?" Xu Ping waved his hand. "I heard Wu Jianhong studied in Japan in his early years."
"Plus that sneaky accountant, damn it," Xiao Chen slapped the back of his chair. "It seems like everyone has a problem?"
"That's what we need to investigate," Xu Ping patted Xiao Chen's shoulder. "Sitting here won't lead to anything. Let's get moving."
"Okay, where do you suggest we start?"
"Go send a telegram to our old friend, Detective Jiang of the Jiangsu Provincial Police Department, and ask him to check the records of Wu Jianhong's ex-wife's death case from back then. I'll go to the library to find information about Menghu Villa. We'll meet here at seven o'clock tomorrow night."
37
"Xiao Mei, have you seen Mr. Wu?" Xin Tong asked Xiao Mei, who was walking towards her in the corridor.
"He's in his study upstairs," Xiao Mei replied.
Xin Tong thanked her and hurried upstairs, blushing. Ever since she slept in the same bed with Xiaomei that night, Xintong felt uneasy whenever she saw her. But Xiaomei remained unchanged, showing no sign of distress, making Xintong wonder if that night's experience was just a hallucination.
As she climbed the stairs, Xintong could still hear Jiajun practicing the piano from the music room.
Just as she reached the study door, Wu Jianhong, wearing overalls, rushed out, almost bumping into her.
"Jianhong, are you going out again?" Xintong said, annoyed.
"No, but Manager Fang from the yarn factory is waiting for me downstairs," Wu Jianhong waved a stack of documents in his hand, "Some documents need my immediate attention, it's such a hassle. Wait for me in the study, I'll be right up."
He then patted Xintong's full, firm buttocks. Reaching the top of the stairs, Wu Jianhong turned back and smiled, "You look beautiful today."
Xintong sighed softly and walked dejectedly into the study.
38.
Xu Ping, wearing a top hat, entered a red brick building.
A clerk wearing black-rimmed glasses led him to a room filled with rows of enormous bookshelves. In the dim light, the bookshelves were covered in dust and cobwebs.
Xu Ping opened a detailed map of the Taihu Lake region on the table and began to study it carefully.
Then
, a slender, beautiful, and delicate female hand took a book from the bookshelf.
Wu Jianhong's study was very spacious and bright. One wall was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Looking out, one could see the shimmering waters of Taihu Lake. The other three walls were occupied by large bookshelves. The shelves held many thick, gold-embossed hardcover books.
Bored, Xintong stood in front of the bookshelves, looking for something to pass the time. The shelves contained a complete set of the Encyclopedia Britannica, several dictionaries, and many professional books on chemistry, medicine, and economics. Unfortunately, she wasn't interested in any of them.
The girl's reflection slowly moved on the polished glass of the bookshelves.
Suddenly, Xintong noticed that one shelf held something distinctly different from the others. There were novels by Shakespeare and Dickens, and a set of Sherlock Holmes stories. But the majority were music books: composition theory, harmony, violin tutorials, and numerous sheet musics. Many of the covers and pages looked worn, indicating they had been there for a long time.
"Perhaps these are all Madam Mengyu's belongings," Xintong thought, her heart pounding. With trembling hands, she picked up a Fleisch violin tutorial and quickly flipped through it, but found nothing unusual. She opened several more books, all with the same result.
Disappointed, Xintong was about to leave when she noticed something unusual on the very edge of the shelf. While the other books and sheet music were neatly arranged, this one was crooked, one corner protruding, as if someone had hastily shoved it onto the shelf.
It was a manuscript of sheet music. The page was densely covered with musical notes in blue ink, the handwriting neat and elegant.
Xintong casually opened a page and silently hummed along to the notes.
After reading just a few lines, the girl's heart suddenly pounded, and her face turned deathly pale. She looked at it several more times, her expression initially one of disbelief, then turning to fear… “Ding ding ding…”
Xintong, already in a state of high tension, was startled by the sudden ringing of the bell. She turned sharply and happened to see a photograph of Madam Wu on Wu Jianhong's desk, the cold eyes in the photograph looking at her with a mocking gaze…
40.
Night. A quiet alley in Hongkou District.
Xu Ping arrived in front of a Japanese-style building, glanced back, and then rang the doorbell. There was a white wooden sign on the door with the words “Ikebe” written on it.
The door opened. The melodious sound
of a guzheng came from inside .
“Mr. Xu, it’s been a long time,” an elderly man in a dark blue kimono, with a shaved head, said loudly. He sported a typical Japanese mustache.
"Hello, Mr. Ikebe," Xu Ping bowed deeply.
The host and guest sat facing each other on the tatami mats.
"Mr. Xu, are you here for drinks or a game of Go?" Ikebe asked.
"I've come specifically to seek your guidance," Xu Ping replied.
"Hmm? Haha, I'm old now, no match for you young people," Ikebe laughed.
"No, not judo," Xu Ping said humbly, "but to ask you some questions about rope techniques."
"Rope techniques? Mr. Xu is interested in that too?" Ikebe scratched his bald head.
"I just took on a case and want to learn more about it, just in case."
"I understand. I haven't played in a long time, I've almost forgotten everything, haha," Ikebe raised his glass, "Mr. Xu, bottoms up!"
After downing it in one gulp, Ikebe clapped his hands twice and called out, "Satoko, come out for a moment."
The koto music stopped.
As the curtain opened, a young Japanese woman emerged. She wore a pink kimono, her hair jet black, making her look incredibly sexy. Her fair face held a touch of heroism, and her height of over 1.7 meters was rare even among Eastern women.
Xu Ping knew she was Satoko, the adopted daughter of Ikebe Daisaku. Upon seeing her, Xu Ping felt a surge of heat within him.
“Satoko, Mr. Xu has come especially today, so I have no choice but to put on a show,” Ikebe said to his daughter. “Go and get the rope!”
“Yes,” Satoko replied, but didn’t move.
“What’s wrong?”
“Father, I want to spar with Mr. Xu first.” Satoko looked at Xu Ping challengingly.
“What?” Xu Ping was stunned.
“Isn’t he your best student?” Satoko said. “Only a man who can defeat and conquer me is qualified to see me bound!”
“That makes sense,” Ikebe smiled. “Mr. Xu, what do you say?”
41.
Dream Lake Villa.
Under the moonlight, Wu Jianhong and Xintong were strolling along the lakeside path.
“Xintong, I think we should hurry up and get married, so people won’t gossip.” Wu Jianhong put his arm around Xintong’s soft waist.
“Hehe, so hasty, are you afraid I’ll run away?” Xintong smiled lightly, “If you want to marry me, you have to agree to a few conditions first…”
“There are more conditions? Then tell me quickly!” Wu Jianhong asked impatiently.
“First, after we get married, you must separate your business from your family,” Xintong said slowly, “and you are not allowed to talk about business matters at home.”
“This… what about the second one?”
“You haven’t agreed to the first one yet.” Xintong said reproachfully.
“I agree, I agree. Tell me the second one quickly.”
“The second one, you must be home when I’m home, and you must take me with you when you go out. You are not allowed to leave me at home to live a widow’s life. Otherwise, hmph…” Xintong pretended to be fierce.
“Okay, okay. Anything else?”
“Third, you must be with me when I want it, and you are not allowed to force me when I don’t want it.” Xintong blushed and chuckled.
Neither of them noticed that Jiajun was watching them from the window of the building upstairs in the distance. Jiajun's face was deathly pale and expressionless. His eyes were nothing like those of a seventeen-year-old. Suddenly, his right hand clenched into a fist, his face contorted, and his eyes seemed to spit fire… 42. The
Ikebe family's judo dojo.
Xu Ping had already changed into his white judo uniform. Standing opposite him was Ikebe Satoko, dressed in the same attire. Her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail, and she looked radiant.
"Nice to meet you." The two bowed to each other according to judo etiquette. Then they assumed their stances.
According to the rules, female judo athletes should wear a collarless t-shirt under their uniforms. But Xu Ping suddenly noticed that Satoko was clearly wearing nothing under her uniform.
As he was lost in thought, Satoko let out a clear shout and attacked. Xu Ping hesitated for a moment and was then slammed heavily to the ground.
43.
Under a large banyan tree by the lake. Xintong leaned against the tree trunk, embracing Wu Jianhong tightly.
“But I’m not ready to be Jiajun’s mother yet,” Xintong finally broke free from his passionate kiss, panting, “I’m only six years older than him…”
“It’s alright, you’ll get used to it…” Wu Jianhong kissed Xintong’s rosy lips again, cutting her off. At the same time, he unbuttoned Xintong’s shirt, slipped it inside the collar, and gently squeezed one of her high breasts, kneading it lightly.
“Mmm…” Xintong’s hands on Wu Jianhong’s back suddenly tightened, pressing her breasts against his body, while she let out a sexy moan.
The man's other hand lifted Xintong's skirt, then his palm moved up her long, smooth thigh.
He felt a warm, wet sensation at the base of her thighs.
"Ugh, you've made me all wet..." Xintong twisted her waist, spreading her legs even wider. The man's movements became bolder. Her panties were slowly sliding down... "No, don't do this..." Xintong grabbed the man's hand that was trying to slip down her crotch, "Not now, I'll give it to you after we're married..." Just then
, a thud came from beside them. At the same time, Xintong felt Wu Jianhong's body suddenly stiffen.
"Jianhong, what's wrong?" Xintong asked hurriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Xintong, did you see something just now?" Wu Jianhong asked in alarm. Xintong had never seen him so terrified.
"No, I didn't see anything." Xin Tong also became nervous. "What did you see?"
"I must be seeing things," Wu Jianhong quickly regained his composure. "Maybe it was just a cat."
44
"Xu-kun, haven't you been practicing for a while?" Teacher Ikebe's voice echoed in his ears.
The Congzi in front of him was no longer a person, but an elf. After a few tugs, her judo uniform had already come undone, and the two red agates on the tops of her snow-white and beautiful breasts stood erect, like a provocation, or a demonstration. She jumped and dodged, crystal beads of sweat hanging on her female muscles, her whole body exuding an aura of alluring desire. After several rounds, Xu Ping was simply a bit embarrassed. Congzi arrogantly tossed her hair.
"Keep calm, you bastard!" Xu Ping cursed himself inwardly.
"Xu-kun, you need to concentrate and eliminate all distractions!" Teacher Ikebe also reminded him from the side.
Perhaps it was the disdain and contempt in Congzi's eyes that aroused Xu Ping's desire to conquer. He no longer just passively defended, but began to take the initiative to attack.
45
“I’m a little cold, let’s go back.” Xintong straightened her skirt, which the man had messed up, and buttoned up her shirt.
The Dream Lake Villa was eerily quiet under the night sky. Not a single light was on in the room.
“Jiajun should be asleep by now.” Wu Jianhong turned on the living room light.
“I need to use the toilet, wait for me here. We’ll go upstairs together in a bit.” For some reason, Xintong felt a little scared.
“Okay, I’ll have a smoke here.”
Xintong sat on the toilet, listening to the tinkling sound of the water, and habitually checked the vaginal discharge on the crotch of her underwear. There was a large, shiny wet patch, radiating a lewd sheen—it was the vaginal fluid that had just flowed out. Xintong smelled it curiously, and immediately blushed.
“Ah!…”
Xintong held a roll of toilet paper, and before she could even wipe her vulva, she suddenly heard Wu Jianhong outside the door let out a chilling scream!
46
After a struggle, Xu Ping finally caught Congzi off guard and used a beautiful horizontal throw to pin her to the ground. He immediately wrapped his left arm around Congzi's neck while simultaneously pressing his knee into her waist. Congzi fought back desperately, but ultimately, being a woman, she was weaker and unable to move under his weight.
Despite having some difficulty breathing, the stubborn Congzi refused to admit defeat.
"Alright, Xu-kun has won this round!" Ikebe, who was watching from the sidelines, quickly called for a stop.
Xu Ping stood up somewhat reluctantly.
"Let's have another round!" Congzi tossed her hair.
"Congzi, a loss is a loss, don't keep arguing!" Ikebe scolded, "You should learn from Xu-kun!"
"Thank you for your kindness!" Xu Ping bowed to Congzi. He had indeed won somewhat by luck, so his words were not entirely polite.
47
In Ikebe's living room.
Congzi calmly took off her clothes, just like someone preparing to take a bath in their own bathroom.
"Xu-kun, which binding method would you like to see?" Ikebe asked, holding a large bundle of hemp rope.
“Hmm…any kind is fine,” Xu Ping hurriedly replied.
At this moment, Congzi had already stripped naked and stood before Xu Ping. Her long, jet-black hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders. Her skin was snow-white with a lewd sheen; her figure was well-proportioned, her athletic body without an ounce of excess fat. Her breasts were small and firm, with erect, brownish-red nipples. Her pubic hair was exceptionally thick, a deep black, forming a perfect inverted triangle. Due to the vigorous activity just now, her entire body was covered in beads of sweat, displaying a captivating allure in the midnight light.
Seeing her father approaching with the rope, Congzi proactively placed her hands behind her back, a look of expectant excitement appearing on her face.
“Although rope bondage is a Japanese art, your traditional Chinese culture also has a lot of elements related to it,” Ikebe began binding his daughter’s wrists together with rope. “Your elaborate bindings are quite distinctive.
Your plays like ‘Su San Qi Jie’ and ‘Dou E Yuan’ contain elements of sadomasochism, and even ‘Water Margin’ has a lot of content on this topic.”
Ikebe wrapped the rope around Satoko’s shoulders. “Japanese rope bondage probably originated in the Sengoku period. At that time, warring parties would try to kidnap the wives and daughters of their enemies as hostages. To humiliate their opponents to the greatest extent possible, they devised all sorts of methods to torture and humiliate these poor women.”
“Rope bondage reached its peak in the Edo period,” Ikebe said, as he began binding Satoko’s breasts. “That was a dark age in Japanese history.”
Soon, Satoko’s upper body was bound.
Ikebe turned his daughter around: “Look, Mr. Xu, this is one of the most common types of Japanese bondage.
From the front, the ropes on her body look a bit like the Chinese character for ‘sheep,’ don’t they? The characteristic of this type of bondage is its emphasis on the breasts. You see, there are two ropes tightened above and below her breasts, which makes them stand up. Even if a woman’s breasts aren’t very full to begin with, they will protrude extremely forward after being bound like this. The ropes should be tight enough, ideally making the ropes around the breasts form a diamond shape, which is very pretty.”
As he spoke, Ikebe intentionally or unintentionally pinched his daughter’s two nipples.
“Okay, now it’s time to deal with the lower body,” Ikebe finished a glass of wine and then tied a rope around Satoko’s waist. Then he tied three knots in the excess rope.
“Mr. Xu, please note, this is called groin rope bondage, a very important part of Japanese bondage.” As he spoke, he passed the rope under Satoko’s crotch and slowly tightened it.
“A woman’s vulva is the most sensitive and vulnerable place. If it’s tied up here, even the strongest and most virtuous woman will become weak all over and overflow with vaginal fluid.”
Sure enough, as Ikebe tightened the rope between Satoko’s legs, Satoko immediately collapsed to the ground, letting out an alluring moan.
“See these three knots?” Ikebe spread Satoko’s legs wide apart, allowing Xu Ping to see everything between her legs: “These three knots should be pressed on the clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus respectively, to achieve the best effect.” Then, Ikebe positioned Satoko in a lying position and placed a cushion under her abdomen, raising her buttocks so that they faced Xu Ping.
“Come on, Mr. Xu, let’s drink.” Ikebe wiped the sweat from his brow.
“What about Ms. Satoko…” Xu Ping finally managed to say.
“Let her stay here with us, she likes it this way.”
“Excuse me, teacher, can you tell if someone has sadistic tendencies just by looking at them?” Xu Ping took a sip of his drink.
“No. Often it’s the opposite. People with sadistic tendencies often look completely normal in their daily lives, even typical good men.”
Satoko, tightly bound, lay at Xu Ping’s feet like a docile kitten, completely different from how she was when she was playing judo. She occasionally wiggled her snow-white, sexy buttocks. Xu Ping noticed that the rope binding Satoko’s vulva was getting darker, and more and more clear, transparent fluid was appearing on her thick labia covered by thick black pubic hair, gradually flowing down her thighs and buttocks… 48
Xu Ping’s office.
Xiao Chen was idly playing cards when Xu Ping suddenly opened the door and barged in.
"Xiao Chen, pack your things quickly, we're heading to the train station right away." Xu Ping waved the telegram in his hand. "This just arrived."
"Was it from Xin Tong?"
"No, it was from Wu Jianhong. He wants us to go to Menghu Villa immediately, saying he has urgent business and needs our help."
"Strange, why would it be him sending the telegram?" Xiao Chen said while putting on his shoes. "Could something have happened to Xin Tong?"
"We'll find out when we get there," Xu Ping said, throwing away his cigarette butt. "I was thinking of an excuse to get into Menghu Villa—you know I never use disguises or makeup, so this saves me trouble. Oh, and take your pistol."
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