Misses of the Red Chamber 1-5

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Chapter 1 Xiao Zhuang, from the Customs Supervision and Clearance Department,
was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper, enjoying the sweltering afternoon sun of X City in his comfortable, air-conditioned office.
"Xiao Zhuang, Director Wu wants to see you."
"Damn! What's the big deal?" Xiao Zhuang, relying on his father's status as a retired senior official from the General Administration of Customs' Inspection Department, had been placed in X City Customs right after graduating from university.
Xiao Zhuang considered himself merely a figurehead in the Supervision and Clearance Department; he hadn't been assigned any formal tasks in the past six months, and he didn't know why Director Wu had suddenly decided to think of him today. As
soon as Xiao Zhuang entered his office, Director Wu greeted him warmly: "Xiao Zhuang, how's your father's health?"
"Thanks to you, he's been exercising and maintaining his health all day; his condition is probably better than mine."
"Yes, it's a real loss for the country that Mr. Zhuang retired so early. All of us supervisors at X City Customs are relying on your father's connections in the central government."
Xiao Zhuang held his head high, exuding an air of unquestionable authority.
Director Wu handed a cigarette to Xiao Zhuang: "I plan to transfer the deregulation of Zhenyuan Group's duty-free imported goods to you."
Xiao Zhuang was so excited he almost rushed up to hug and kiss Director Wu.
This was a super lucrative position in the department. Previously, all the business related to Zhenyuan Group had been monopolized by the customs chief's nephew, Old Chen. Xiao Zhuang knew that Old Chen and Director Wu had recently been at odds, and Director Wu was deliberately trying to win him over to deal with Old Chen.
Zhenyuan Group's profits were not only the highest in X City, but probably unmatched nationwide. With his father as a backer, Xiao Zhuang wasn't afraid of the customs chief's nephew.
Especially the Red House, where Zhenyuan Group entertained "relatives and friends," was infamous. Xiao Zhuang had long coveted it.

Chapter Two: The Red House.
General Manager Zhou, responsible for Zhenyuan Group's public relations, was a still-charming lady. She personally picked up Xiao Zhuang from customs and drove straight to Zhenyuan Group's factory in the center of X City. Signing a document in the office completed the deregulation of the duty-free imported goods.
Leaving the Zhenyuan Group factory, after crossing a few intersections, the Mercedes stopped in front of a seven-story brick-red building.
Xiao Zhuang knew this was the famous "Red Mansion" in X City.
President Zhou warmly welcomed Xiao Zhuang into the Red Mansion.
The grand lobby, with its high ceilings, was decorated in a glittering gold. Before he could even examine the decor closely, a receptionist, at least 1.75 meters tall, approached him. She warmly nestled beside him, generously taking his arm and asking, "This boss looks unfamiliar. May I ask your surname?"
"No need for formalities, my surname is Zhuang."
"So you're Mr. Zhuang."
She said, helping Xiao Zhuang upstairs.
This was quite something, because the woman's low-cut evening dress had a rounded neckline that plunged to her nipples. Plus, she was half a head taller than Xiao Zhuang, so when he looked down, he could only see two mounds of flesh swaying. Before even reaching the second-floor private room, Xiao Zhuang was already dizzy. He
wasn't fully recovered even after being seated in the private room.
"Since it's your first time here, Mr. Zhuang, will Yingying serve you?"
"What? You're getting all horny just from seeing a handsome guy?" Mr. Zhou smiled mysteriously at Xiao Zhuang. "I've already arranged something for you, Xiao Zhuang. A lady who will guarantee you 100% satisfaction."
The girl named Yingying pouted coquettishly and said, "Our Mr. Zhuang likes fat, thin, tall, and short girls. You didn't even ask, Sister Zhou, yet you're so sure he'll be 100% satisfied?" Mr. Zhou smiled
confidently. "I have absolute confidence in the person I've chosen. I just don't know what kind of style you prefer, Xiao Zhuang."
What kind of style? Xiao Zhuang couldn't answer that, so he could only vaguely reply, "Mr. Zhou, you can arrange it."
"You young people all prefer Western style. How about I arrange a Roman female slave for you?"
A Roman female slave? Xiao Zhuang's blood rushed to his head at the mention of that. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Whatever."
Mr. Zhou pressed the call button. A moment later, someone pushed the door open and came in.
The girl who entered was a completely different type of girl from the alluring receptionist beside her. Petite, barely over 1.5 meters tall, with a sweet face and a shy expression, she looked like an innocent porcelain doll, her head bowed as if afraid to look at anyone. Only her messy hair, seemingly casually coiled with a gold chain, gave her a slightly wild look. The
clothing a Roman female slave could afford was pitifully simple: a sleeveless black silk robe that exposed her right shoulder, and the black vest was so short it barely covered her groin. The little girl had to tightly grip the hem with her small hands, protecting her private parts and daring not to move, which only accentuated her pitiful and endearing appearance.
Her wrists were handcuffed with black leather cuffs, confirming her status as a Roman female slave. The gold chain between the handcuffs dangled between her snow-white thighs, adding to the lewd atmosphere.
Yingying shrieked and teased, "Sister Zhou! This is Master Zhuang's first time here, and you're sending him a little girl? Aren't you afraid he'll mistake our Red Mansion for a place of vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist prayers?"
"Haha... The ladies of the Red Mansion are whatever the guests like." Manager Zhou ordered, "Xiao Xuan, come over and greet the master who bought you as his slave tonight! Let him see your seductive side."
The girl called Xiao Xuan timidly replied, "Yes." She
obediently walked up to Xiao Zhuang, still shyly lowering her head, but to Xiao Zhuang's surprise, she immediately pulled up the front of her vest to shoulder height, and then greeted Xiao Zhuang in a trembling voice, "Master..."
The little girl's upper body was covered by the front of a pure black vest, and her feet were also covered by pure black ankle boots, which made the snow-white skin exposed in front of the "master" look dazzlingly white.
Dazzling as it was, Xiao Zhuang still stared intently at the little girl's important parts.
Between the vest and boots, there was only a thin chain, the same color and texture as the gold chain in her hair, tightly binding the little girl's thin, almost sickly waist.
Five or six thin, tassel-like gold strands hung from the chain around her waist at her navel, used to conceal her most private parts. However, its concealing effect was far less than its provocative one.
Sparse, fine pubic hair, curled behind the metal tassels, was clearly visible, but whether due to careful trimming or natural sparseness, it could only be found in a small inverted triangle area at the very bottom of her abdomen.
At the base of her thighs, a very thin, vertical black line ran, like that of an undeveloped girl, making even the shape of her labia unrecognizable.
The little girl, in a timid, soft voice, shyly asked Xiao Zhuang, "Master... can I put it down now?"
The busty young lady named Yingying deliberately teased this tender junior, "You have to ask your master first: are you satisfied with your body? Do you want to check your breasts and cunt!"
How could such shameful words be uttered by a little girl who wouldn't even dare look a man in the eye? Helplessly, she looked up at President Zhou for help.
President Zhou pretended to put on a stern face and reprimanded, "Although Xiao Xuan has only been officially on duty for two weeks, have you wasted two or three months of pre-job training?"
Hearing that this girl named Xiao Xuan was still a newcomer, Xiao Zhuang couldn't help but feel lustful. He deliberately stretched out his ten fingers, "Little sister, you've only been on duty for two weeks? Your breasts and cunt have only been checked by ten men at most." "
No...no..." Xiao Xuan looked up and argued in a tearful tone, "I haven't..."
Xiao Zhuang stared at the little girl who finally looked directly at him and exclaimed in surprise, "Huang Qiongxuan..."
"Zhuang..."
For Xiao Xuan, whose real name is Huang Qiongxuan, ever since she reluctantly became a "Miss of the Red Mansion," her biggest fear has been running into acquaintances. Because of this, she suffers from nightmares every night, constantly dreaming of being naked in the Red Mansion and bumping into her male relatives, friends, and teachers. But she never expected that this nightmare would appear in reality so quickly.
As for Xiao Zhuang, he often fantasizes about his favorite movie star or a proud female classmate he couldn't win over falling into prostitution, waiting for his favor. However, he never imagined he would encounter Huang Qiongxuan in a brothel. It wasn't that he wasn't sexually interested in Huang Qiongxuan, but rather that he simply couldn't believe that the pure, lovely, and innocent Huang Qiongxuan would be associated with any kind of brothel.
President Zhou feigned surprise, saying, "So you two are acquaintances! Xiao Xuan, you'd better put in extra effort to treat our distinguished guests well!"
Huang Qiongxuan was like a wooden doll, completely at a loss, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes until they turned white but she dared not let go, only the tears in her large eyes trembling.
Xiao Zhuang, however, was quite courteous, patting the sofa beside him: "Please sit down, I didn't expect to run into an acquaintance on my first visit to the Red Mansion."
Huang Qiongxuan glanced at President Zhou, her voice trembling: "Here, Xiaoxuan is merely Master's...slave..."
Xiaoxuan took a deep breath, then knelt upright before Xiao Zhuang, speaking in a voice barely audible: "Let this slave help Master change his clothes first."
This left Xiao Zhuang flustered, unsure of what to do.
President Zhou nodded, indicating his approval of Xiaoxuan's performance: "Xiao Zhuang, why don't you change into some comfortable clothes first, and then let Yingying help you take a shower, okay?"
The tall, voluptuous beauty pleaded: "Master Zhuang probably doesn't like being served."
"No...no..." Xiao Zhuang waved his hands repeatedly, embarrassed, but immediately revealed his playboy nature: "It's my honor to have the opportunity to bathe with Sister Yingying. I should be the one serving the beauty during her bath."
Yingying smiled brightly: "Then I'll go prepare first." She glanced at Xiao Xuan, who was still kneeling stiffly on the ground, and said with a silvery laugh: "Master Zhuang, you should catch up with your childhood sweetheart first."
President Zhou also stood up and said: "Xiao Zhuang, just treat this place as your own home and have fun." Before pulling Yingying out the door, he turned back and said ambiguously: "You are the master here. These female slaves are at your beck and call. Please enjoy yourselves and don't be shy."
The room fell silent again, as if everyone was thinking about how to change the interaction mode from that of classmates to that of master and female slaves.
Xiao Zhuang broke the silence first: "I thought you'd been working in the international trade department of Zhenyuan Group..."
"Well, anyway, we're all employees of Zhenyuan Group..."
Huang Qiongxuan had never imagined that kneeling down to explain her current situation to a college classmate in such a humble posture would bring such heart-wrenching shame. Especially when she thought about how back on campus, if she just beckoned with her finger, Xiao Zhuang would immediately kneel at her feet...
Huang Qiongxuan knew that if she talked about personal matters again, she would definitely lose control.
Gritting his teeth, he said in a mechanical tone, "Let... the female slave help... the master change his clothes first."
"No need for that..."
"Is this your first time at the Red House?"
"Yes, I've heard so much about it. I never imagined I'd be invited to the Red House."
"The Red House is a private guesthouse, only for the group's VIPs, unlike nightclubs open to the public..."
"Yes, everyone says it's... a man's paradise! But because it's so difficult for ordinary people to see inside, it's even more mysterious."
"I heard you went to work at customs right after graduation. I guess it's because you're currently handling import and export business related to the group that President Zhou..." Xiao Xuan thought, "Why are we bringing up old things again?" "What I was going to say was: President Zhou hopes that every VIP can relax and have fun at the Red House, so he's arranged for everyone to change out of these restrictive clothes first."
As for preventing people with ulterior motives from secretly recording or taking photos, that's not something he can explain to the guests.
Huang Qiongxuan, still kneeling upright before Xiao Zhuang, sat down on her tightly pressed calves and ankles and began to remove Xiao Zhuang's shoes and socks.
To conceal her unease, Huang Qiongxuan rambled on, explaining the layout of the Red Mansion to Xiao Zhuang: "The first floor is the lobby, the second floor has private reception rooms, the third floor has a sauna, the fourth floor has a small theater for watching performances, and the fifth floor has a restaurant area with Chinese, Japanese, and Western restaurants, which can accommodate guests from all over the world."
"Oh? There are foreigners here?"
"Yes, just some foreign friends who do business with the group." As Huang Qiongxuan spoke, she awkwardly reached for Xiao Zhuang's belt.
Xiao Zhuang instinctively dodged. This slight movement only served to further imply to Huang Qiongxuan: how could she be so casual as to casually undo a man's belt? It also left Huang Qiongxuan's hand frozen in mid-air, at a loss.
Xiao Zhuang wasn't unfamiliar with prostitutes; on the contrary, he had a slight reputation in X City's red-light district thanks to his powerful connections, youth, and handsome looks.
However, when it came to playing these erotic games with acquaintances, especially those he had pursued but failed to win over, even this seasoned playboy couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I can do it myself," Xiao Zhuang said, unbuckling his belt, but then hesitated, unable to muster the courage to take his pants off in front of Huang Qiongxuan.
Huang Qiongxuan, however, felt that standing there awkwardly would only make her more embarrassed. She reached out and pulled down his waistband, ripping off his underwear as well. His
already erect penis, like a spear, pointed directly at Huang Qiongxuan's face, which was as red as Guan Yu's.
Once they were naked, Xiao Zhuang relaxed, grabbed Xiao Xuan's hands, and teased the shy, pretty classmate: "I've been looking forward to this day ever since we registered as freshmen at X City University more than four years ago." Huang
Qiongxuan could no longer hold back her tears, which welled up in her eyes: "You...you...you're all perverts."
Xiao Zhuang bent down, put his arm around her waist, and carried her to the sofa: "A fair maiden is sought after by a gentleman. How could you be a pervert?"
Huang Qiongxuan had no mood to argue with him, especially since, after a tug-of-war, her most private parts were exposed again from under her extremely short black tank top.
Huang Qiongxuan broke free from Xiao Zhuang's hands, made an excuse to get a short bathrobe from the closet, and disappeared.
Huang Qiongxuan spread her bathrobe wide open, blocking Xiao Zhuang's gaze, and used the seductive voice she had been practicing for the past two or three months: "Master, please change into your bathrobe first, go upstairs and... wash your body... clean, then we can play the game of female slave and male master, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuang's already unbearably swollen penis grew even larger.
He quickly stripped naked, put on the bathrobe, and looked at the golden tassels peeking out from under his black vest with an ambiguous tone: "I...I...I'll go wash my body right away..."
Xiaoxuan lowered her head and led the dressed Xiao Zhuang to the sauna on the third floor.
Xiao Zhuang deliberately lagged behind Xiaoxuan by three or four steps, so that his gaze could be fixed on her bare buttocks and snow-white thighs. He felt that his penis, which was already completely exposed outside the super short bathrobe, was about to explode.

Chapter 3 Red Mansion Sauna Room
Xiaoxuan pushed open the door of the sauna room for Xiao Zhuang and murmured, "I'll wait for Master downstairs." She ran away as if her life depended on it.
The beauties waiting to "serve" Xiao Zhuang in the private room were actually much more glamorous and sexy than Xiao Xuan.
Especially after changing out of her evening gown and into a two-piece sports vest and shorts, Yingying not only showed off her healthy and energetic spirit but also made her curvaceous figure even more obvious.
"Master Zhuang!" Yingying, alluring and charming, came up and took his arm. Her enthusiasm and skill were worlds apart from the shy and timid Xiaoxuan. Her
soft, large breasts pressed against Xiaozhuang's shoulder, making him feel like his bones were melting.
"Master Zhuang, shall we take a shower first?"
Xiaozhuang felt that with Xiaoxuan gone, the atmosphere became incredibly relaxed, and he felt like he was back to visiting a brothel.
Reaching out, she hugged Xiao Zhuang's slender waist, exposed between his sports vest and shorts: "Sister, stop calling me 'Master Zhuang,' I'll do whatever you say."
Yingying playfully circled Xiao Zhuang's erect penis outside his bathrobe: "Then let me clean this little brother first."
Not to be outdone, Xiao Zhuang slid his hand to Yingying's shorts, which only covered the top of her buttocks: "Then I need to wash my butt too, so it'll be easier..."
"Go away, you're so bold, your manhood is in my hands and you still dare to be disobedient."
Yingying deliberately tightened her grip, causing Xiao Zhuang to cry out: "I won't, I won't, little brother will obediently listen to everything you say."
He said this, but his hands were still roaming all over Yingying's smooth skin.
When they reached the short sports vest that barely covered the lower edge of her breasts, Xiao Zhuang, holding her melon-like breasts in her hands, exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Sister's breasts are so heavy!"
"Hmph! This vest is made of super elastic fiber fabric. If it weren't for this vest to help hold them up, your little hands wouldn't be able to support them."
Xiao Zhuang excitedly shook the melon in her hands: "Wow! At least thirty-eight inches!"
"Ha! You stinky men only have three sizes in your minds: thirty-eight, twenty-four, and thirty-eight.
That's why Sister Zhou made me get augmented to thirty-nine inches, to seduce you stinky men."
Yingying could tell from the change in his eyes that the "fake" breasts made Xiao Zhuang a little nauseous, and she couldn't help but regret her bluntness.
But she was no longer a novice like Xiao Xuan, and she still calmly and charmingly grabbed Xiao Zhuang's other hand and placed it on her buttocks: "These are genuine thirty-eight-inch buttocks."
The skin of her buttocks was as smooth as silk.
Xiao Zhuang then noticed that Yingying had taken off the flesh-colored stockings she had paired with her evening gown, yet her skin was smoother than any synthetic fiber. Her
pure white shorts and high heels made her bronze skin appear even more radiant and dazzling than any chemical dye.
In the shower, Yingying gracefully pulled her bare feet out of her white high heels. The beautifully shaped instep and full, fleshy toes, when clenched tightly, presented a unique beauty that almost made Xiao Zhuang's eyes pop out.
Yingying removed Xiao Zhuang's bathrobe, turned on the shower, and teased his sensitive nerves with the warm water and her hands.
His eyes, which had been comfortably closed, were now fixed on the outline of her breasts visible beneath her completely wet white undershirt, and he couldn't close them any longer.
"What treasure have you found?" Yingying teased Xiao Zhuang's nose with the tip of her firm nose.
"Your nipples..."
The small mouth, sucking hard on Xiao Zhuang's lips, uttered a teasing word: "Want to kiss them?"
The short vest was violently stripped off, revealing two incredibly huge fleshy bells.
But what attracted the man's attention the most were the silver and shimmering platinum nipple rings that pierced through the large, black pearl-like nipples.
Xiao Zhuang cupped one heavy, soft breast in one hand and hooked the equally heavy nipple ring in the other. "Doesn't it hurt?"
Yingying said sourly, "To satisfy you stinky men, we poor women are just like women with bound feet in the past, at your mercy."
Yingying wriggled her upper body, letting her nipple rub against Xiao Zhuang's fingertips. "But wearing nipple rings does make me quite excited all day."
"Your breasts weren't small before, why did you make them so big?"
"I told you: it's to please men like you who like big boobs!" Yingying tossed her wet, pretty short hair, spraying water droplets everywhere, and said playfully, "My mom gave me breasts that weren't small either, but if I didn't have something to beat all the 'females,' how could I am so stunning to you?"
"Won't carrying these two behemoths all day affect your daily activities?"
Yingying's hands landed on Xiao Zhuang's penis, leaving the sensitive glans aside. She pulled back the foreskin and murmured in a seductive voice, "My daily activities are waiting for men to play with me."
With her index finger bent, she lightly traced the glans with her silver-painted nail polish, making Xiao Zhuang moan softly in pleasure.
Xiao Zhuang glanced at Yingying's private parts. Her pure white shorts were completely soaked and semi-transparent, clearly showing that her crotch area was entirely black. Xiao Zhuang clicked his tongue in amazement: "You have so much hair. I bet your entire perineum and labia are covered in hair too." Yingying
gave him a flirtatious wink and whispered in his ear, "Why do you have to guess?"
Having received a formal invitation, Xiao Zhuang didn't stand on ceremony. He immediately pulled her shorts down to her knees. Just as he was about to look down for a closer look, Yingying grabbed his face and kissed him forcefully.
Xiao Zhuang, in high spirits, launched a counterattack, roughly kissing his silvery-white lips and bright red tongue, his hands kneading his breasts like dough.
Under Yingying's skillful guidance, the atmosphere grew increasingly heated. When Yingying extended her tongue, licking his sensitive palate with the tip, her breasts pressed against his chest, stimulating his nipples with cool nipple rings, Xiao Zhuang was almost at the peak of arousal.
Of course, this wasn't Xiao Zhuang's first time receiving services from a sauna hostess, but never before had he experienced such intense stimulation: just washing his upper body almost made him lose control.
But when Yingying's fingernails began to probe the urethral opening and the deep groove behind the glans, which had never been touched before, Xiao Zhuang truly understood what the peak of arousal felt like.
Yingying, of course, knew perfectly well what kind of reaction her flirting techniques would elicit in a man.
Realizing Xiao Zhuang was about to explode, Yingying broke free from the shorts wrapped around her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, and jumped onto him, letting his erect penis press against her vulva.
Yingying exaggeratedly spread her legs wide in a "V" shape, using her toes to brace against the wall behind Xiao Zhuang, letting the juncture of his glans and labia bear her entire weight.
Xiao Zhuang, whether afraid his penis would break or that the beauty clinging to him would fall, tightly held her buttocks at the bottom of her folded body.
However, Xiao Zhuang's hands couldn't stop him, nor did he want to; his penis, lubricated by the overflowing vaginal fluid, penetrated to the very bottom of her vagina.
Xiao Zhuang had been with hundreds, if not dozens, of women, but he had never tried this special sexual position before. With Yingying skillfully tilting her lower abdomen and pubic bone to match the angle of Xiao Zhuang's erection, his penis penetrated to an unprecedented depth into the woman's body.
The downside of this position is that unless the man has exceptionally strong waist strength, it's difficult to fully enjoy thrusting. But today, Xiao Zhuang didn't need to thrust at all, because he went all the way in and ejaculated as soon as Yingying's vaginal opening rubbed
against him. Xiao Zhuang blushed with embarrassment and defended himself, "The Red Mansion truly is a man's paradise. I've never been so quickly disarmed by a woman before."
Of course, the Red Mansion ladies dared not ridicule their VIP, nor did they dare use any body language to hurt their guest's self-esteem.
Yingying, disregarding the semen all over her vagina, jumped off Xiao Zhuang and, with even more passion than before penetration, began to carefully lick his entire body, starting from his forehead. She even meticulously licked his anus and between his toes clean.
While working, she mumbled incoherently about how pleasurable it felt to be penetrated by him.
Listening, Xiao Zhuang almost believed he was the strongest man Yingying had ever met, and even his recently ejaculated penis confidently began to revive in her mouth.
"Let me serve Yingying for a bit,"
Yingying said, spitting out the testicles from her mouth. Acting like a shy newlywed wife, she hooked Xiao Zhuang's hand with her little finger and led him to a low platform that reached her chest. She nimbly jumped up and lay on her back.
Because the platform was only half her torso long, her large, plump buttocks dangled over the edge.
Xiao Zhuang flicked her high, firm breasts: "Your skin is so beautifully tanned, so even, and how come there aren't even any marks from your swimsuit? Were you naked...?"
"Yes, when I was in college, in the summer, my roommate and I would go swimming and sunbathing at the American Chamber of Commerce's beach club in Dalian every day. Everyone there was enjoying the sunshine to the fullest," Yingying stretched out a snow-white sole of her foot in front of him: "Only this part didn't get any sun."
Xiao Zhuang grabbed her outstretched left foot and started licking it: "That's why this part wasn't spied on by the Japanese."
"Hmph! Lots of people admire it. My French classmate in my junior year loved licking people's feet, just like you. He even needed to suck on my big toe every night to fall asleep."
"My God! French men too? How many 'boyfriends' have you had? How many countries' dicks have you been fucked by?"
"I was very conservative in college, I only slept with one regular male partner. And I only dated men from Germany, America, and France... Oh, and a White Russian guy, he was really rough."
"My God! You call that conservative?"
"Compared to my 'wide circle of friends' at the Red Mansion now, I was practically a virgin back then."
Anyway, everyone was just playing along, so Xiao Zhuang wasn't jealous. Instead, she was quite interested: "Yingying, which country's penis do you like the most?"
Yingying raised her strong right leg, which had been hanging off the counter, high in the air and pointed to the words tattooed on her thigh with bright red paint.
Xiao Zhuang leaned closer and read, "'Chen Ying loves xxx's foreign dick,' so your real name is Chen Ying. What are these words after that...?"
"It's German."
"So you love German sausage-like dicks the most?"
Yingying said nostalgically, "He was an SM expert and a tattoo artist. He tattooed these words himself..."
Xiao Zhuang noticed that she also had three eagles tattooed on her calf above her ankle. "Is that his work too?"
"No, this is the seaside club at the American Chamber of Commerce that I just told you about," Yingying said with a look of expectation mixed with fear of being hurt. "That time, all the American men in Dalian gathered for a bachelor party to celebrate their Chamber of Commerce president's departure from bachelorhood."
"Aren't those parties only for men?"
"Yes," Yingying said proudly, pointing to her nose. "But the real star was the gift that was to be given to the president who was ending his bachelorhood."
"Wow! If someone gave you to me as a gift to celebrate ending my bachelorhood, I would immediately change my bride choice."
"Come on, they're not as selfish as you. Foreigners like to share the fun."
"So..."
Yingying wiggled the three soaring eagles on her ankle, "They took turns enjoying the gift in groups of three."
The fact that she had slept with every foreign man in the city in one night left Xiao Zhuang speechless with astonishment, yet he became even more fascinated by her body, unable to resist sucking on the eagle representing America.
"You and my foot-fetish French husband are just like each other, always loving to kiss other people's feet. Look! This tattoo on my instep is what he forced me to get." Yingying affectionately showed off the blue mermaid tattoo on her instep, which looked like it was constantly slapping and caressing her foot with its tail.
"That day I decided to break up with him. He said he hoped my feet would turn into mermaid tails, so that no other man would have the chance to share them."
Xiao Zhuang tightly gripped her plump soles, feigning relief: "Luckily, that cruel Frenchman's curse didn't come true, otherwise these national treasures would have been lost to the Chinese people!"
Xiao Zhuang carefully examined her square toes, painted with silver nail polish the same color as her fingernails, giving them a bewitching allure that blended purity and lewdness.
Xiao Zhuang stared at Yingying's soles: the plump, snow-white skin below her big toe was marred by an ugly black skull tattoo.
"A mermaid tattoo would be quite beautiful, why get such a scary skull tattoo? If we were having sex and I was about to go to heaven, wouldn't seeing this make me impotent and send me plummeting to hell?"
Yingying suddenly turned gloomy and replied unhappily, "I don't want to talk about this unpleasant thing."
She stretched her legs behind Xiaozhuang, wrapped them around his waist, and pulled him to the front of his large buttocks hanging outside the platform.
Xiaozhuang suddenly exclaimed as if he had discovered some magical treasure, "This...this is a clitoral ring?"
"Yes."
Xiaozhuang held a silver clitoral ring hanging on his labia minora in each hand, "I've seen pictures of Western women wearing clitoral rings online, but I've never actually seen one on a person."
The labia minora, which were originally buried deep inside, were pulled out from between the thick labia majora, and a clear round hole was made in the pink flesh, with a ring about three centimeters in diameter fitted on it.
Like a child discovering a new toy, Xiao Zhuang curiously examined the gleaming silver rings. "Why doesn't it have an opening like an earring? How do you take it off?"
Yingying roared, "President Zhou wants it so it can't be taken off, so everyone can have their fill..." Just
when they were getting into the conversation, Yingying suddenly erupted again, leaving Xiao Zhuang stunned and at a loss.
Yingying realized her outburst and lowered her voice, sighing, "This is different from the ones others wear. Once it's set, it can't be opened, and it's made of a very hard material; you can't cut it with scissors."
"So you have to wear it for a lifetime?"
Yingying comforted herself with a low, self-deprecating laugh. "That's fine too, so every man I sleep with can enjoy the service of a genital ring, no extra charge... How was it? Did you have a good time just now?"
Xiao Zhuang was a little embarrassed. He had indeed had a great time, but he was so eager to release that he hadn't even noticed the two metal rings on his labia that were actually enhancing his sexual pleasure.
"...Men enjoy it, and you enjoy it too..."
"Enjoy it my foot!" Yingying snapped again, "Try rubbing your glans with an iron bar and see what happens!"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
Xiao Zhuang hadn't expected to upset Yingying so much. He released the genital ring from his hand, gently hugged Yingying's plump buttocks, and tried to soothe her: "It must have hurt a lot to get a hole drilled in such a sensitive area, right?"
"It hurts! It hurts like hell! Even your tugging and pulling hurts me terribly, so you can imagine how painful it must have been when it was being installed!"
"Then why did you even..." Xiao Zhuang was about to ask: If you're afraid of pain, why did you get a genital ring in the first place? But he stopped himself, afraid of upsetting her.
"Let's not talk about these unhappy things!" Yingying composed herself, flipped off the table, and dutifully resumed playing the role of a playmate: "Come on! Let's do something fun."
Pulling Xiao Zhuang along, she led him to two oddly shaped chairs placed beside the bathtub. "These are 'sexual intercourse chairs' that President Zhou smuggled in from overseas using his connections at Zhenyuan Group."
"Sexual intercourse chairs?"
"They're chairs that allow people to have sex effortlessly, and you can assume dozens of positions that most people wouldn't even imagine." Yingying began teasing Xiao Zhuang, moving her hands up and down. "What position do you like?"
Xiao Zhuang reciprocated by touching her large breasts with one hand and her plump buttocks with the other. "I want the position that best showcases your beautiful figure."
"No problem." Yingying deliberately twisted her body, making her breasts and buttocks sway, which made Xiao Zhuang's penis, which had just ejaculated, wake up again.
Yingying pushed the dazed Xiao Zhuang to sit on the lower chair, while she herself sat on the higher chair, which was reclined at a 30-degree angle.
"How can we 'make love' when we're so far apart?"
Yingying playfully said, lifting her toes to clamp Xiao Zhuang's penis between them. "It has to be as hard as it was before my little pussy will allow it to come over and 'make love'."
But for a foot fetishist, this action alone was enough to bring a dead snake back to life. Especially when he encountered Yingying, a seasoned foot fetishist.
Her two fleshy toes, warm and cozy, clamped his penis, keeping it warm. The soft touch of her soles against the glans was even better than licking it with her tongue. Her skillfully trained toes pressed and squeezed, making it even more enjoyable than masturbating.
When her sexy feet made Xiao Zhuang's penis twitch with excitement, they playfully treated the glans like a little ball, slapping it back and forth. They even smeared the precum squeezed from the glans onto her feet, playing with the stringy strands.
"Do you like my feet?"
"Oh...it's amazing! They're plump but not bulky. Every toe is perfectly round and flawless, even the little toe is straight and full. Truly a masterpiece." The
praised foot moved to Xiao Zhuang's crotch, rubbing the side of her foot, where the bronze skin met the snow-white skin, against his sensitive inner thigh.
"Oh...oh...your tanned, toned instep, paired with your pure, snow-white sole, the contrast...oh...it's so sexy."
The other foot, not yet praised, wasn't to be outdone, its toes moving nimbly like fingers, skillfully peeling back the foreskin from the glans. Then, five small, round toes, like five mischievous girls, danced a provocative dance against Xiao Zhuang's pubic bone.
Even more tantalizing for Xiao Zhuang was the fact that the big-footed woman's rough, calloused heel was rubbing against the sensitive ridge of his glans.
Xiao Zhuang had never experienced such pleasurable footjob before. Because of the beauty of Yingying's feet, there weren't many women who would be willing to give their penis to her "feet." And the foot techniques of these women were worlds apart from Yingying's.
Seeing that "Quick Gun Man" seemed to be losing control again, Yingying quickly stopped the overly stimulating movements. Her left foot slid down the chair cushion to under his testicles, her plump toes moving up and down, teasing his testicles, occasionally thrusting forward, stimulating his sensitive perineum with her brightly painted silver-white toenails.
Her right foot was raised in front of Xiao Zhuang's face, five playful girls dancing a twist dance, giving him visual pleasure, tracing the tip of his nose with the soles of their feet, letting him enjoy the teasing scent of their feet.
Xiao Zhuang reciprocated by sticking out his tongue, servicing the heel that had just served his glans.
Seeing Xiao Zhuang staring lecherously at her snow-white soles, Yingying said provocatively, "Didn't you just say that seeing my skull tattoo would make you impotent? You still dare to stare at it like that?"
"Now I know: you're afraid men can't resist the allure of your little feet and will all ejaculate prematurely, so you use it to cool them down."
"Smooth talker!"
But Yingying seemed to suddenly become depressed at the mention of the skull tattoo. After a moment of silence, she began to speak in a low voice, "Did you notice the two words hidden in the skull tattoo? It's a person's name. I tattooed it on my sole so I can step on him and crush him for the rest of my life."
"Is it a man?" Xiao Zhuang, blinded by lust, couldn't actually see the words; his eyes were only on the elastic, sexy soles of his feet beneath the tattoo. "He's so lucky to be stuck with your beautiful feet for the rest of his life."
"Ouch!" Xiao Zhuang suddenly cried out.
That was because Yingying had kicked Xiaozhuang hard in the chest, and the force was clearly not just for show; it was genuine anger. Luckily, she hadn't kicked his swollen penis, or it would have been fatal.
"Murdering your husband!" the victim wailed.
"I wish I could kick him to death!" Yingying said resentfully, "If it weren't for him, I would probably be... cough! Anyway, I wouldn't be bullied by you stinking men in the Red Chamber."
Xiaozhuang didn't dare to reply rashly, feigning indifference, and gently lifted her strong calf, which was raised high in the air, while continuing to caress her jade-like foot, which had made his chest ache, with the tip of his tongue.
Yingying recalled in a low, mournful voice, "I was only in fifth grade, and he was my PE teacher. He said I had a talent for swimming and wanted to train me properly."
"He trained me muscle by muscle," Yingying said through gritted teeth.
Yingying twitched her little toe in Xiaozhuang's mouth: "He started with your favorite little toe, not missing a single pore on my body... not even sparing my hymen."
Yingying told her story with deep hatred: "For those two years, he made me swim in his bed more than I swam in a pool. When I left him and went to middle school, I realized: he really trained me well, trained me to the point that I couldn't live a day without a man."
Xiaozhuang's hand slid down the leg he was holding in mid-air to the inner thigh, and he said awkwardly: "Knowing how to enjoy life isn't all bad..."
"From middle school to university, the men around me changed one after another. In front of me, everyone said I was a modern woman, and those who dared to joke about me said I was a flirt; but behind my back, everyone called me a slut..." Yingying looked at Xiaozhuang with a hazy gaze and asked: "Do you also think that we prostitutes are all lewd?"
"Damn, is this a flirting technique?" Stunned by the question, Xiao Zhuang thought, "If a woman like you, with breast implants, tattoos, nipple rings, and genital piercings, isn't considered cheap, then what is?"
Xiao Zhuang smiled bitterly: It's just that such cheap women can attract men. He muttered nonsense: "Life is short, so enjoy it while you can! Being a brothel lady is a legitimate profession, you can enjoy yourself and make money at the same time."
When it came to making money, Yingying seemed to get more excited: "Yeah, it's all about making money. What I earn in a day is what my college classmates who work nine-to-five earn in ten or half a month, and what I earn in a month is what they earn in a year; they have to work for twenty or thirty years, working until they're seventy or eighty before they can retire, but I can work for three years and then I can enjoy my life..."
"Speaking of enjoying life, your little brother doesn't seem to be affected at all by our boring conversation!" Yingying stretched out her right leg to tease his penis again, but pulled her left leg back and lightly tapped her vulva with her heel, giggling: "Want to 'enjoy life while you can't' it?"
Xiao Zhuang had been thinking about it for a while and was eager to get up from the chair, but Yingying stretched out her legs and pressed them against his chest, preventing him from getting up.
Yingying rubbed her feet against Xiao Zhuang's nipples: "This is a 'love chair'! Just sit there and enjoy it."
Yingying flicked the lever next to the chair, and the two chairs moved closer together automatically.
Xiao Zhuang had been curious about the leather chair Yingying was sitting in. Why was the seat only made in a small, narrow "U" shape? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable? Now he understood its clever purpose: the "U" shaped cushion only supported the smallest area of her buttocks and thighs, leaving her vulva and anus exposed to the air.
Xiao Zhuang's penis, like a Western knight's raised lance, was aimed directly at Yingying's perineum between her labia and anus.
"My little hole is so itchy, let the little sister and little brother play first, okay?"
Wasn't that a blatant invitation for the little brother to play with her anus later? Xiao Zhuang had never encountered a woman actively inviting him to play with her anus, and even when he tried to touch it, every woman would desperately dodge.
He had been with many women, but he had never had the chance to play with her anus. Once, he spent a lot of money to persuade a dancer, but when it came time to get down to business, she said she hadn't washed her anus and would play another time, and then he could never find her again. Several times, emboldened by alcohol, he tried to force himself on his girlfriend, deflowering her, but he couldn't get it in no matter what he tried.
Seeing Xiao Zhuang's drooling, pig-like appearance, Yingying cursed inwardly: "Men are all the same."
Biting her lip, she feigned an extremely lewd expression: "But my backside is itchy too..."
Xiao Zhuang quickly interjected: "Then let my little brother scratch your little chrysanthemum first!"
Yingying then fiddled with the control lever, adjusting the distance and height, so that the head of his penis accurately pressed against the opening of her anus.
Xiao Zhuang suddenly thought of something: "Don't we need to use a condom?"
Yingying, who was about to endure the pain of being penetrated by a man in order to serve the customer, retorted sarcastically, "Are you disgusted by my anus? Or are you afraid I have a disease?"
Xiao Zhuang was also a little embarrassed and explained timidly, "Of course, men all want to do it for real, but don't the ladies not welcome little brothers without condoms?"
"President Zhou doesn't allow the ladies of the Red Mansion to spoil the customers' fun, unless the man wants to use one of those long-spiked condoms to mess with the ladies, otherwise the ladies of the Red Mansion provide their esteemed guests with genuine, skin-to-skin services." Yingying pouted and said angrily, "We ladies have to have our blood checked every day. Only we are harmed by customers with diseases. Your lives are more valuable. We ladies wouldn't dare let you suffer any losses."
Xiao Zhuang was really a little overwhelmed by this beautiful woman with a very sunny and bright appearance, but whose emotions fluctuated so much.
However, Yingying realized she had offended the customer again. If she really ruined Xiao Zhuang's sexual interest, and President Zhou blamed her, she would definitely suffer a beating.
Yingying quickly placed her feet on the two cushions on the outside of the woman's waist on the sex chair, specially designed for women to assume the most shameful "M" position.
Then she began to work her anal sphincter muscles. She even used the folds of her anus to rub against the sensitive glans that was pressing against her anus, making Xiao Zhuang's lust surge to the top of his head again.
"Oh...hurry up..." Yingying moaned dramatically, "I've already washed my asshole clean and am waiting for you to fuck it!"
Xiao Zhuang could tell that Yingying didn't dare offend him, so he teased her without restraint, "You slut, so not only can't your pussy go a day without a penis, but you also wash your
asshole clean every day to receive customers?" "It's Mr. Zhou's rule. Unless the customer specifically requests an enema, we all have to wash our assholes clean...so as not to spoil the customer's fun." Yingying said aggrievedly, "And the asshole isn't as easy for you noble customers to enter as the vagina. Mr. Zhou also stipulates that we have to use a small dildo to penetrate for an hour before work every day to loosen the muscles around the asshole, so it's easier to have anal sex with customers."
"Is my penis considered small?" Xiao Zhuang was quite confident in his size and deliberately teased Yingying, "You're only using a small dildo to loosen your asshole today, is that enough?"
"Once a woman's on the sex chair, she can't stop anyway, so she'll swallow even an elephant's penis." Just
as Xiao Zhuang was about to investigate, Yingying pressed the control lever, letting him know her meaning.
Xiao Zhuang's comfortable chair began to move forward and upward slowly, following the angle of the penis, while Yingying's reclining chair adjusted its angle slightly to match the rectum, facilitating entry.
With Yingying's "Oh!", Xiao Zhuang's large penis easily penetrated her anus.
Xiao Zhuang leaned back easily, letting the machine push him deep into the woman's narrow rectum without effort.
Not only was it pleasurable and effortless, but even more enjoyable was the machine's very slow pace, allowing the man to fully savor the pleasure of slowly slicing the woman.
Just as the penis was fully inserted, and Xiao Zhuang began to worry that, as Yingying had said, the machine might squeeze his testicles into his anus, the sex chair stopped moving forward.
Suddenly, like riding a roller coaster, the chair beneath Xiao Zhuang plummeted.
Amidst Yingying and Xiaozhuang's screams, the penis rapidly withdrew, withdrawing until the glans scraped against the sphincter, leaving only a small section of the glans holding the anus shut.
As the sex chair slowly rose again to begin the next round of thrusting, Xiao Zhuang finally caught his breath: "The difference in speed between going in and out is too much, isn't it? But I was only startled by the speed difference because it's my first time using a sex chair; Yingying, you're an experienced woman, why are you screaming so loudly?"
Xiao Zhuang revealed a strange, lewd smile: "Could it be... that pleasurable?"
"The craftsman who designed this sex chair really understands women's physiological sensations," Yingying hadn't recovered from the afterglow of excitement, panting softly: "The intestines don't actually have erogenous zones like the vagina. Those actresses in porn who scream when their anus is penetrated are just acting. But pulling out so quickly just now really gives me a feeling like... the pleasure of defecating." "
Then how does it feel to slowly penetrate your anus like this?"
"Pleasant my foot! It's awful!"
Xiao Zhuang laughed loudly: "It's exactly 'pleasant for your ass'!" He stretched out his idle hands and began to pinch and play with her two plump buttocks.
On her large, firm, and smooth buttocks on the right, there was a tattoo of a pink cherry blossom inserted in the center of a yellow chrysanthemum.
"Which boyfriend from which country left this souvenir?"
Yingying asked Xiaozhuang after another excited scream, as if she were defecating. "I just got this tattooed. Those bastards had to leave their mark on me!" "
Who's so mean? Why did they have to ruin the perfection of such a beautiful buttock!" Xiaozhuang pretended to share Yingying's indignation, but secretly wished he could leave his own mark on her too. "What does this design mean?"
Yingying tried to avoid the question she didn't want to face by screaming again.
But Xiaozhuang pressed on. "Cherry blossoms are Japan's national flower, so they're Japanese. A cherry blossom in the center of a chrysanthemum and tattooed next to your anus, so this design is to commemorate being anally penetrated by Japanese devils?"
"Go away!" Yingying was so angry that even her pleasurable screams turned into curses.
On the contrary, Xiaozhuang couldn't help but hum a happy tune as he slowly thrust in and out.
Yingying was angry but helpless, so she decided to ignore him and just do her own thing. She threaded her left index finger through the nipple ring on her left nipple and her right index finger through the labia ring on her right labia, gently pulling and stimulating her erogenous zones.
Xiao Zhuang was still interested in the four rings on her body, but dared not pull on them again, afraid she would cry out in pain.
However, this position truly allowed men to appreciate their partner's body most fully. Watching the glossy nipples and rosy labia minora twist and contort from the silver rings, especially seeing the holes forcibly pierced into the nipples and labia, stretched and enlarged, almost made men with a sadistic streak unable to hold back their ejaculation.
Coupled with Yingying's increasingly wild and self-satisfied moans, Xiao Zhuang quickly produced his second load of semen for the night.
The rocking of the love chair continued, making Xiao Zhuang feel as if he were sitting in a comfortable cradle, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep. Just
before drifting off to sleep, Xiao Zhuang remembered: Huang Qiongxuan had promised him that she would play the game of female slave and male master with him.

Chapter Four: Shangdao Coffee
Xiao Zhuang sipped his espresso, sitting in the Shangdao Coffee shop next to Huang Qiongxuan's house, quietly waiting for the arrival of his beauty.
After the passionate night at the Red Mansion, what Xiao Zhuang missed and longed for wasn't Yingying, who had given him such pleasure, but Huang Qiongxuan.
More than four years ago, on the day of freshman registration at X University, Xiao Zhuang had noticed Huang Qiongxuan, this pretty and delicate classmate.
Because Xiao Zhuang had a father who was a high-ranking official in Beijing as his backer, was quite good-looking, had plenty of money, and had gained some experience in playing with women, almost any woman who threw herself at him couldn't escape his grasp.
This notorious playboy, however, had never managed to win Huang Qiongxuan's heart.
The saying goes, "A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have." Of the dozens of girls Xiao Zhuang had dated during his four years of university, whether he'd slept with them or not, he'd long forgotten them all. The only one he could think about day and night was Huang Qiongxuan, whom he'd never even held hands with.
But she was only interested in a penniless, clueless young man.
After graduation, they would go their separate ways, and Xiao Zhuang had given up hope on Huang Qiongxuan. Unexpectedly, last night at the brothel, she became his sex slave.
This morning, General Manager Zhou sent him home, but he didn't even go to work, instead inquiring about Huang Qiongxuan's situation from all the classmates and teachers he still kept in touch with.
Everyone knew she'd started working in the international trade department of Zhenyuan Group after graduation, still lived with her parents in her hometown, and was still single. Of course, like him, no one knew she was working part-time as a prostitute at the brothel.
After getting Huang Qiongxuan's cell phone and office number, Xiao Zhuang started calling her relentlessly. But aside from the first call where she pleaded with him to stop bothering her, her phone was switched off, and she told the switchboard to refuse calls
to her office. Undeterred, Xiao Zhuang waited until she got home from work and then called her house, threatening to come over if she didn't come out for coffee and a chat.
Xiao Zhuang ended up drinking iced coffee before Huang Qiongxuan finally arrived.
Dressed in a snow-white princess gown, Huang Qiongxuan looked incredibly pure and lovely, only her forearms and neck exposed – a complete contrast to her appearance at the Red Mansion the previous night.
Her red, swollen eyes clearly indicated she had just had a good cry.
Before she even reached the table, tears welled up again.
Sobbing, Huang Qiongxuan pleaded with Xiao Zhuang, "For the sake of our classmates... please, keep this a secret..."
Xiao Zhuang wasn't heartless; seeing Huang Qiongxuan's pitiful state, he had already lost his temper. "Don't cry, don't cry. I just wanted to catch up with my old classmates, I meant no harm. Please sit down."
Xiao Zhuang, with gentlemanly manners, pulled out a chair for Huang Qiongxuan and invited her to sit down. "Back then, your classmates were incredibly envious of you getting into Zhenyuan Group. How come you're in Honglou... well..."
Hearing Xiao Zhuang's question, Huang Qiongxuan, disregarding the other guests around her, couldn't help but burst into tears, attracting the attention of the surrounding patrons.
Xiao Zhuang finally managed to calm her down. "Like you said: we were classmates, tell me what's wrong, and I'll see how I can help you."
Huang Qiongxuan remained silent for a long time before haltingly recounting her troubles:
working in the international trade department of Zhenyuan Group was indeed an enviable job—good company benefits, high salary, challenging work, and a bright future in terms of both career and financial prospects. Things changed three or four months ago when her boss asked her to accompany a client to a karaoke bar.
Huang Qiongxuan was a model student; even in university, because her family lived near the school and her parents were strict, she rarely participated in karaoke parties with classmates.
However, when her supervisor asked her to go, she thought it was part of her job and obediently went.
What followed was a horrific memory: a drunken client and male colleagues stripped her naked; luckily, the women at the brothel came to her rescue, saving her virginity, but her entire body had been touched and kissed by dozens of men, some genuinely drunk and some feigning.
Even worse, the next day, Mr. Zhou, who was in charge of public relations for the entire Zhenyuan Group, came to her and threatened her with the obscene videotape from that night: she had to work part-time as a waitress at the brothel in addition to her daytime job in the international trade department.
Mr. Zhou's only condition was that she could sell smiles but not her body.
Xiao Zhuang exclaimed in surprise, "So there's a surveillance system installed in the Red Mansion!"
"Yes, that's why I didn't dare to talk nonsense with you yesterday."
"President Zhou has these videotapes..."
"The surveillance system is mainly used to monitor whether the ladies' services are up to standard... Of course, Sister Zhou is probably also afraid that some people will accept the service but not do anything... Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, Sister Zhou won't use these videotapes to expose the illegal activities... It's just that if she takes a few obscene photos and sends them home... I'll be doomed..."
Huang Qiongxuan sobbed again as she spoke of her sorrow.
"Don't cry, don't cry," Xiao Zhuang sat down next to Huang Qiongxuan and hugged her, comforting her, "I'll definitely find a way to help you."
Huang Qiongxuan sensitively broke free from his embrace, "Please, just pretend that Xiao Xuan working at the Red House is a different person, okay?"
Huang Qiongxuan knew too well the power of Zhenyuan Group in X City and didn't believe Xiao Zhuang had any ability to save her. She only wanted him to stop bothering her, "At the Red House, I had no choice but to obediently play the role of a waitress; outside the Red House, just pretend we're two parallel lines that never intersect, okay?"
Huang Qiongxuan left the stunned Xiao Zhuang, turned and ran out of the coffee shop, crying all the way home.
Huang Qiongxuan, who could be described as a complete idiot in life, had a smooth life from childhood to adulthood under the careful protection of her parents. When faced with something she dared not tell her parents, she had no idea how to handle it.

Chapter Five: The Red House Private Room
The thing Huang Qiongxuan had been worried about still happened: President Zhou continued to entertain Xiao Zhuang at the Red House, and Xiao Zhuang still requested her table.
Although she had seen more goods at the company that afternoon undergoing the deregulation process for duty-free imports, Huang Qiongxuan was still alarmed to see Xiao Zhuang waiting for her with his legs crossed.
Even though Xiao Zhuang was alone in the private room, Huang Qiongxuan didn't dare to be presumptuous and obediently knelt at the door: "This servant Xiao Xuan greets my lord."
Xiao Zhuang stared at Xiao Xuan, who was wearing a bellyband and had her hair styled in two cute buns: "My lord?"
Xiao Xuan lowered her head and explained, "My lord was the term used by wives and concubines of high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants in the Ming Dynasty to address their master."
Xiao Zhuang was overjoyed: "Do you want to be my wife or concubine today?"
Xiao Xuan hurriedly corrected herself: "Xiao Xuan is only fit to be a little servant..."
"We Chinese are still used to the traditional master-servant relationship." Xiao Zhuang seemed more "sexually" interested in the role of a little servant: "The saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one. Today I've come specifically to steal your treasure, little servant."
"No...no...isn't there a next line: stealing is not as good as not being able to steal?"
Xiao Zhuang, feigning seriousness, adopted the air of a master: "Aren't you my servant now? Is there any reason why you can't steal your own things? Quickly raise your head and let your master see your pretty face."
The stark contrast between their relationship as classmates, or even as pursuers and pursued, and their relationship as master and servant, left Huang Qiongxuan emotionally turbulent and unable to calm down for a long time.
After a long silence with his head down, he finally composed himself and responded stiffly with a mask-like smile, "My lord... let me help you undress first."
"No need, I'm not taking a bath today. I just want you to stay here obediently and let me 'steal' you."
"My lord, you misunderstand. Our Red Pavilion is different from other clubs and nightclubs. We are a private guesthouse. Everyone who comes here is not a guest, but a lord, a master!" Huang Qiongxuan recited her well-trained lines, "So we help the gentlemen change into comfortable clothes first, so that the gentlemen can relax and it will be easier for them to play."
Xiao Zhuang remembered the thin bathrobe he had changed into last time, which was indeed very convenient for "playing," and couldn't help but lewdly chuckle.
Huang Qiongxuan, who was still kneeling upright at the door of the private room, crawled to Xiao Zhuang's feet, then sat on her tightly pressed calves and ankles, and began to remove Xiao Zhuang's leather shoes and smelly socks.
Xiao Zhuang then realized that although Huang Qiongxuan's front was completely covered from the shoulders down by a traditional Chinese undergarment, her back was only covered by two red threads hanging behind her neck and tied around her waist. Moreover, her legs, which he had seen before she knelt down, seemed to be completely bare... The thought of the woman he had been pursuing for so long, yet unable to win her over, kneeling at his feet in such revealing clothing, waiting for him to enjoy her, caused his penis to uncontrollably erect.
The urge to rip off Huang Qiongxuan's embroidered shoes and examine those feet, which he had fantasized about for over four years, to see what they looked like, was also almost uncontrollable.
Finally, remembering that the night was long, he refrained from hastily reaching out his claws to Huang Qiongxuan's bare back and legs.
On the contrary, Huang Qiongxuan, who was always fastidious, was so overwhelmed by the stench of his feet that she wanted to run away. She endured the stench and quickly removed Xiao Zhuang's other shoe and smelly socks, folding the socks neatly and storing them away with the shoes.
Having learned from their previous experience, both were less awkward and shy. Huang Qiongxuan mechanically stripped Xiao Zhuang naked and then draped a short bathrobe over him: "My lord, the Red Mansion Theater is about to start. Shall we hurry and grab a good seat?"
"No...no...no...I'm not interested in any performance. Tonight, as long as I have you with me, Xiaoxuan, I'll be satisfied."
Whether or not she could get Xiao Zhuang to see the performance was crucial to Huang Qiongxuan's escape tonight, so she quickly promoted it: "Tonight's performance is starring your old flame Yingying. You'll regret it if you don't see it."
"I only have eyes for you. Unless you're the lead, I'm not interested."
"This is a 'sexually arousing' performance..." Huang Qiongxuan blushed and said shyly, "I guarantee that after you see it...you'll be aroused..."
Xiao Zhuang lewdly grinned: "Last time, I already...played with...Yingying inside and out...um, saw her naked..."
"Yingying's lewd skills on stage will guarantee you...the play 'Surrounded on All Sides' alone is attractive enough, isn't it?"
"Surrounded by enemies on all sides? Is that a bed scene between Xiang Yu or Yu Ji and Yingying?"
"No, 'surrounded by enemies on all sides' means having sex with four men at once..." Huang Qiongxuan was too embarrassed to continue.
"A woman only has three holes in her body, how could she have sex with four men at once?"
Huang Qiongxuan knew that Xiao Zhuang was excited about such a performance, so she quickly seized the opportunity and grabbed his hand to leave: "If we don't hurry, we won't be able to get a good spot."

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