[The Beauty of the Republic of China: Never Chaotic] Chapters 1-2

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In 1943 I was 17 years old. Due to the war, the school was closed. I had to stay at home all day.
My father was Wang Hengrui, 51 years old, a major general and station chief of the Kuomintang Military Intelligence Bureau in Sichuan. He had studied in the United States in his early years.
My mother was Pan Fei, his first wife, 37 years old. She was the daughter of a wealthy family in Changde, Hunan.
She was beautiful and loved poetry, calligraphy and painting since childhood. Later, she studied art at the Art Academy in Beiping.
18 years ago, my father was moved by my mother’s beauty when he first saw her and vowed to marry her. But things were not
so simple. My mother had fallen in love with a teacher at Tsinghua University. Moreover, the two had reached
the point of discussing marriage. How could my father give up?
At that time, he was the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau’s Beiping Station. He eventually used special means to win my mother’s heart.
(1) In
May, the weather in Chongqing was hot and humid, foreshadowing a storm.
As dusk fell, Secretary Li, dressed in a dark blue Zhongshan suit, came to my room and said mysteriously, "Young Master,
how have you been lately?"
"Uncle Li, I haven't seen you for almost a month. What have you been up to?" I asked, putting down my English textbook.
"We recently cracked a Japanese underground intelligence organization, and the results were huge."
"Did you get the sex playing cards I wanted?"
"Here you go," Secretary Li tossed me a paper package.
"You're really something," I said excitedly, opening the package. Sure enough, it contained Western-style 54-style sex playing cards.
"Young Master, your father is back. There's going to be a good show soon." He winked at me.
"Really?"
Secretary Li was 43 years old. He was my friend, always obedient to me, and had taught me many things.
I went into the study, pushed open the hidden door of the antique cabinet, and slipped into the secret passage. This passage wasn't
as old as the mansion itself; it had only been built last year. It led to the back of my mother's bedroom in the side courtyard.
On the wall of my mother's bedroom hung an embroidered painting of the Magpie Bridge Fairy. There was something strange about it:
on the back wall, there was a hole the size of a plate. Standing in this secret passage, I could clearly see my mother inside the room, but
she couldn't see the face behind the embroidery.
Looking into the room, I saw a single mahogany spring bed directly in front of me. To the right was a large desk, and
to the left of the bed were a pair of mahogany armchairs and a tea table.
My mother had a trendy short perm, wore a sleeveless white silk cheongsam with green trim, flesh-colored stockings, and black
high-heeled shoes. She stood before the nanmu desk, watching my father write a letter. My mother always gave the impression of elegance and
was very beautiful.
Today, my father wore a black pinstripe suit, a blue and purple tie, and polished Italian black leather shoes
. He wasn't tall, but his posture was straight, clearly indicating a martial arts background.
"Report!"
"Come in!
" "Station commander has an urgent telegram."
"Read it.
" "Secret telegram from General Sun Lianzhong, Commander-in-Chief of the Sixth War Zone: A great victory in the Battle of Changde, Hunan, annihilating over 10,000 Japanese invaders
. Special commendation to the brothers of the Sichuan station."
"Good!" Father slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his broad forehead flushed with excitement.
"To wipe away our national shame and boost morale!"
Mother also showed a rare smile, saying, "My hometown, Changde, has been liberated. Suddenly news came from beyond the sword's edge that Jibei had been recovered, and suddenly I heard
tears streaming down my face."
Father continued reading, "But look at my wife, where is her sorrow now? She rolls up her books and is overjoyed. In broad daylight, I must sing and drink freely, for youth
accompanies me on my return home."
I knew this was a poem Du Fu wrote for the government troops suppressing the An Lushan Rebellion. I had learned it in the private school.
Father waved to the soldiers, who saluted and turned to leave.
"I'm in a good mood today, and I'd like to spend some time with you." Father put his arm around her waist.
Mother remained silent, letting Father hug her, kiss her, and grope her.
"Whose wife are you?" the father asked softly.
"You…" the mother replied softly.
"Oh, really? I always get it wrong."
"Everyone makes mistakes. Why can't you forgive me?" she cried.
"You're supposed to be a reasonable person, how can you forgive someone who killed you? You hurt me too badly, you deserve it."
"I brought you some American black stockings this time. Colonel George from the Sino-American Cooperative Organization gave them to me .
"
"No need."
"Secretary Li.
" "Here." Secretary Li came in from outside carrying a gift box.
"Put these on her."
Secretary Li had his mother sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt down, took off her black high-heeled shoes, and carefully lifted
her cheongsam to slowly roll down her flesh-colored stockings from her thighs. Then he took out the black stockings from the gift box and slowly
put them on his mother. The top of the black stockings was covered with wide lace trim, and they fit tightly around the base of his mother's snow-white
thighs.
Father watched the two of them, then pulled a pack of 555 cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and
sniffed it contentedly.
Secretary Li's hand roamed over Mother's lace trim.
"It's only May, and it's already so hot," Father muttered to himself, taking a sip of Longjing tea.
Secretary Li began to undress Mother's cheongsam; she didn't resist. She was left only in her bra, panties, and black stockings
.
Although this threesome happened almost every month, I still watched with great interest,
my heart racing .
Secretary Li's hand groped outside her pink boxer shorts, finding the softest
part between her legs, and began to press hard.
"Mmm," Mother groaned, her legs clamping together. She tried to push Secretary Li away; he staggered back but
didn't fall, his movements quickening.
Sweat beaded on Mother's forehead as she said, "Don't do this anymore. I can't take it."
My cheeks started to burn, and my hand reached down to my crotch, slowly grasping my erection. "
Ah—stop—ah!" my mother cried out, and suddenly she fell backward onto the spring bed as if shot.
Her arms were outstretched, and a bit of red peeked out from her right full breast through her bra. Her abdomen and thighs were twitching.
After a while, Secretary Li said, "Please sit on my lap, Madam."
"How can I, as your wife, sit on your lap?"
"If you don't obey me, the stationmaster will be very angry. Mr. Tang will suffer." Secretary Li said coldly.
Secretary Li took off his clothes and sat on the chair, his erect penis almost touching his lower abdomen. His mother silently walked over, her
voluptuous figure revealing hesitation and reluctance. She was only wearing panties and stockings, and slowly straddled Secretary Li's legs.
Secretary
Li pulled her waist towards him. "Mmm," his mother groaned. Her younger sister squeezed against his
penis
. "Use your tender pussy to rub my long spear," Secretary Li said, his large hands grabbing her buttocks and rubbing them back and forth.
"Mmm…no…"
"Didn't you used to like this position?"
"No."
"Mr. Tang has confessed."
"How…how could he say these things?" His mother's face flushed, her expression somewhat distressed.
"He had to tell, afraid of being sodomized by the prisoners."
"He also said you have a very strong sex drive…"
"Shut up!" Mother struggled to suppress a moan.
"It's an indisputable fact."
"You—stop—ah—" Mother suddenly stiffened, her body trembling slightly.
"You came so quickly? I didn't even penetrate you!" Secretary Li laughed.
He helped his exhausted mother up, swaying as he led her to the bedside, struggling to pull her pink boxer shorts
off her buttocks.
"Deliver them to Mr. Tang in Gele Mountain along with the stockings," Father said.
Secretary Li packed the two flesh-colored stockings and Mother's panties, soaked with her juices, into a gift box and rushed
into the night.
I saw Mother lying on the bed, her hands covering her face, weeping, her sobs low and rapid.
Father sat there, staring blankly at Mother's naked, snow-white body, finishing his cigarette in a daze, and left the room.
A long time passed before Mother slowly got up, naked, and walked towards the adjacent washroom. Her bare
buttocks, so full, somewhat diluted her sorrow.
In the dim light, her slender figure swayed, the sound of her high heels fading into the distance.
It was late, and I couldn't go to Hualing's place; the reward she would offer me if she heard about this would be tempting.
Hualing was my father's second wife, only 19 years old. She had studied ballet in Shanghai and married
my father last year. For some reason, they didn't have a wedding banquet, didn't invite relatives and friends, and had no wedding ceremony—in fact,
they were a couple with nothing.
My father didn't let her live in the large mansion; instead, he bought her a small courtyard on the same street. She and two maids
lived there.
Hualing was very beautiful, 167 cm tall, slender and graceful. She possessed an air of nobility and elegance, and
her appearance was exquisitely beautiful.
"Is everything you said true?" Hualing stared into my eyes, her large eyes beautiful, dignified, and coldly bright.
"Yes," I nodded.
She stared at me intently for a while and said, "Don't lie to me, or you'll regret it."
"By the way, Father seems to know I often come here to play. Damn it, I wonder who snitched on me,"
I said angrily.
"Did he scold you?"
"No, he just asked one question: 'Do you often go to your second aunt's place?' I admitted it."
"I told on you," she said.
"Why did you tell my father?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you coming to visit me. Your father is an open-minded person; he only hates
those who deceive him."
I nodded.
"Alright, I'm going to practice now."
In front of me, she took off her white cheongsam with green leaf patterns, revealing only a vest on her upper body and white nylon
briefs on her lower body. She put on thin white pantyhose, a short dance skirt, and dance shoes. I could see that she
wasn't wearing a bra under her vest.
She put her hair up in a bun and practiced backbends on a thick Xinjiang carpet.
"Hold me a little tighter,"
I said, supporting her slender waist as she slowly bent backward, her hands on the ground, her body arched. Her firm breasts
stood erect, displaying a woman's pride.
Ten minutes later, her body began to tremble, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
"Hold me tight, my thighs and back are killing me," she said urgently.
I quickly hugged her tightly and slowly carried her to the sofa. Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful, as if
she were asleep, with a faint smile playing on her lips.
"You look so beautiful when you smile," I said
. "It's something I've practiced. I used to dance ballet without any expression, I couldn't smile. My teacher said that if you couldn't smile, the whole
class couldn't leave until you practiced smiling in front of the mirror. I smiled at myself in the mirror for the entire class."
"What a strict teacher!"
"Press down on my instep,"
I said, holding one of her stockinged feet and pressing the instep down.
"That's nothing. Once I was late for class, and the teacher made me do a nude ballet for everyone. The boys in my class saw
it too... I was so embarrassed.
" "Really?" I was so shocked that my jaw almost dropped. My penis quickly became erect.
While chatting with her, I pressed her white-stockinged foot against my erect penis and rubbed it slowly.
She didn't notice at all and continued to answer my childish questions.
"The most difficult move is the arabesque."
I was already blushing. She noticed my strange expression and pulled her foot away.
"I'm going to tell your father so you can get married quickly, so you won't use my foot to do bad things."
"Please don't tell your father, please." I hurriedly begged her.
She let out a silvery laugh, "Let's dance ballroom dance. Let's see if you've forgotten the dance steps I taught you."
(2) The
black Jimny sedan was parked on the side of the street at Chaotianmen Wharf. I opened the car door and turned to Secretary Li and said
"Uncle Li, I like respectable women. Don't try to fool me with prostitutes again."
"How could I fool you? She's a female college student who accidentally wandered into an ambush set up by special agents this morning. The operations team
was going to give her a warning and release her. I thought she was very pretty, so I brought her here."
"Aren't you afraid they'll accuse you of forcing her into prostitution?"
"A female college student can't cause much trouble. This one, young master, is a real gem, she looks
like a fairy from a picture book." He draped a white suit jacket over me, and I put on my sunglasses and slowly
chewed a piece of gum.
Secretary Li and I entered the Fengxiang Hotel. At the door of a room on the second floor, a burly man in black
was talking to someone inside.
I went in and saw that Xiao Lan was about 162 cm tall, not yet 20 years old, with a
doll-like face, fair skin, and very beautiful.
She was wearing a sleeveless, light floral beige cheongsam, flesh-colored stockings, and white high-heeled shoes.
Xiao Lan asked Secretary Li, "After you finish your business, will you let me go?"
"You'll only be released after you serve this young master well."
I waved him off, and they left.
"Which school do you go to?" I asked curiously.
"Don't ask so many questions, let's begin," she said, unbuttoning the collar of her cheongsam.
How unromantic, even more impatient than me. I thought to myself.
I pushed her down onto the bed, stripping her of her clothes. Xiao Lan's body was impeccably proportioned, her
skin snow-white, her breasts full and firm, her vulva prominent and prominent, especially noting that there
was only a small tuft of pubic hair.
She lay flat on the bed, covering her face with a yellow bra with white floral patterns. I took off Xiaolan's white high-heeled shoes, gently massaging
one of her small feet clad in flesh-colored stockings. I held her neatly toes-lined foot to my face, inhaling and
kissing it. Through the thin stockings, I could feel the warmth from her soles, the faint scent of her feet, seemingly mixed with
the smell of leather.
I was dizzy and intoxicated by that fragrance, my eyes burning with desire.
I kissed her breasts, gently biting her gradually hardening nipples. My fingers caressed the delicate folds of her labia,
so tender, moist, warm, and oily.
I lifted her bra and saw her crying silently, her face streaked with tears.
"You're so young, yet you're already out here with women. Wouldn't it be better to stay home and study?" she asked.
"Studying isn't as interesting as this."
"Sigh, young people these days are hopeless."
I squatted down, spreading Xiaolan's snow-white thighs wide, slightly parting her previously tightly closed labia
. After completing my blush-inducing exploration of that secret passage, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard penis, knelt
on the bed, placed her legs on my shoulders, one hand supporting her slender waist, and the other adjusting
the position of my penis. My glans was aimed at her vagina, and with a soft "plop," half of my penis was
tightly enveloped by her wet, hot vagina.
"Mmm..." she groaned.
I thrust again, plunging my entire penis inside. Her vagina tightened, gripping my penis tightly for a long time.
Her beautiful face contorted in pain as she groaned, one of her stockinged feet kicking against my calf and then
wildly thrashing against the bed.
My hips slowly began to move back and forth, and looking at Xiaolan's beautiful face, I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.
One hand grasped one of her full breasts, slowly kneading it, two fingers pinching and gently twisting the pink nipple
. Her body seemed to react, writhing incessantly…
I climbed on top of her, thrusting rapidly, when suddenly I felt her vagina grip my penis tightly, trembling
. Looking up, I saw a blush rise on Xiaolan's cheeks.
"Hey, this girl's having an orgasm, isn't my skill amazing?" I thought to myself. After another hundred
or so thrusts,
I cried out and ejaculated comfortably into her body. Xiaolan closed her eyes, tears streaming down
her cheeks…
"Young master, are you done? Can I leave now?" she asked
. "Wait a minute, lie on the bed and stick your ass up," I commanded.
Looking at her raised, snowy buttocks and curvaceous figure, my heart tightened; she was too tempting.
In less than three minutes, my penis was erect again.
At my instigation, Xiaolan got off the bed and stood on the floor. She bent over, her legs slightly apart, her hands
laboriously gripping her calves, her posture resembling the letter "P".
She lowered her head, her long hair covering her face. Her two full breasts
swayed slightly in front of her chest due to her posture, her pink nipples appearing and disappearing intermittently.
I caressed her fleshy buttocks with both hands. When one hand brushed past her tightly closed labia, Xiaolan's
buttocks began to tremble. She pleaded, begging me to finish quickly.
I pressed her buttocks down with both hands, and shoved my erect penis into her labia. The glans
was slowly swallowed by her fleshy opening. With a forceful thrust, my penis entered her vagina.
Xiaolan bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound. My buttocks began to move back and forth, my penis
pumping in and out of her vagina.
"Hmm...hmm...hurry up...you're going to ruin my time," she whispered.
"Your hole is so tight, it feels so good to fuck you," I exclaimed happily. Holding her buttocks with both hands,
I increased the speed of my thrusts, and her lower body became increasingly wet.
"Ah...ouch...ah...ah..." Her moans had turned into short screams, and she was even
thrusting her hips back and forth, eagerly responding to my penetration.
Her lower body was tight, and her cries were full of passion. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, experiencing the joy of a conqueror.
"...I didn't realize you looked so refined but were quite skilled with women?" she panted, turning her head to say to me.
"I've observed many others, but little actual experience," I told the truth.
I grabbed her waist and continued to thrust hard.
As Xiaolan cried out, she suddenly lay on the bed, her body twitching slightly.
I continued, and she lay there motionless, no longer making a sound. The more I thrust, the more uneasy I felt. Had I...
killed her?
I gently turned her face towards me, seeing a blissful, satisfied expression on her flushed face.
I reached my climax amidst Xiaolan's moans. I groaned and lay still on top of her, my penis trembling.
An unstoppable surge of pleasure, accompanied by intense ecstasy, erupted, and thick semen gushed out…
Exhausted, I climbed off her and collapsed onto the bed.
"Young master, do you have any money?" she asked, nestled beside me.
"What for?" I said
. "They took my money. I want to buy a boat ticket back to Shanghai, three silver dollars."
I pulled six silver dollars from my clothes and sprinkled them on her smooth back.
She put the dollars away and stood up to put on her clothes.
I lay naked on the bed, comfortably watching her dress, rubbing my feet against her smooth thighs.
"Get up, I'm leaving," she said to me.
"You can leave, I won't stop you."
"How can I open the door and leave when you're naked?"
"I'm so thirsty. Give me a glass of water."
She rolled her eyes at me, went to the coffee table to pour me a glass of water, and as she walked back, her legs suddenly gave way, and she
almost fell.
"What's wrong?" I pulled her into my arms.
Xiao Lan nestled in my arms, motionless.
"Are you feeling alright?"
She nodded.
"It's been so long since I've felt this good," she blurted out, making me feel incredibly happy
. "Give me your stockings."
"No, what do you want them for?"
"To keep as a souvenir."
"No way!"
I pressed her down on the bed and struggled to remove the two long stockings from her fair little feet. I
pressed her smooth stockings under me, and she glared at me angrily, saying, "You're such a pervert."
As I fastened my belt, I said to her, "Don't run around like that anymore. The Kuomintang agents are ruthless."
"Hmm," Xiaolan nodded, "I'm planning to go home and have a baby with a man this time, and live a good life from now on."
"Open the door!" I heard a knock.
"What?" I asked.
"Open the door now!"
"Get out of the way, I'm resting."
"Bang—" The door was kicked open, and two plainclothes officers rushed in, immediately pinning Xiaolan to the ground.
Xiaolan struggled frantically, kicking and biting. They handcuffed her behind her back and dragged her out. "Female
agent, you still want to escape?" "
The big guy with a scar on his face glared at me menacingly and said, 'You better behave yourself from now on. If you cause any more trouble
, even your father can't save you.'
His cold, ruthless gaze made my legs go weak.
In the hallway, Xiao Lan cursed at Secretary Li, 'You bastard, Li, you'll die a horrible death! I'll haunt
you even as a ghost!'
Secretary Li cursed back, 'Fuck your mother, you're still being stubborn. Wait till I get back and I'll kill you.'
*Thump!* A gun butt struck Xiao Lan on the back of the head, and she collapsed.
'What happened?' I asked Secretary Li angrily from the passenger seat.
'Something happened,' Secretary Li said, wiping sweat with a handkerchief as he drove."
"This girl is a Communist underground liaison. She was just identified by the counter-espionage department. Luckily,
Scarface Captain from the Action Department arrived in time, otherwise I would have been the one to release a wanted criminal. I'd lose my head."
"What will happen to Xiao Lan?" "
First, she'll be subjected to severe interrogation... In the end, she'll probably die." He paused, then said, "Who cares about her ?"
I scratched my cheek and said, "She's an underground liaison? I don't believe it."
"Young Master, please put in a good word for your father later. I did this for you." Secretary Li
said ingratiatingly
. "Don't worry, it's alright. I'll protect you." I said confidently.
Two days later, I dreamed of Xiao Lan in the morning. She walked towards me barefoot and said, "Now I can leave
. No one will stop me anymore."
"Clang," I seemed to hear the sound of a dollar falling to the ground.
"Here's your money back."
"Wait, Xiaolan, don't go. Stay with me for a while." I put my arm around her waist
. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said obediently, "Has anyone ever told you you're handsome? If you really like
me, come with me."
I didn't answer, nor did I pretend to. My hands kept caressing her full breasts.
Suddenly, I felt very cold, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on me.
I opened my eyes abruptly and saw my father standing in front of my bed. His usually kind face was now sinister,
and his large, dark eyes were staring at me.
"Father," I sat up, preparing to get dressed.
"Don't call me father, you pig-brained beast. You'll never amount to anything..." He turned and
left, and I could hear the anger and disappointment in his footsteps.
I went to get my Rolex watch and saw six silver dollars scattered on the bedside table.

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