Keeping his own niece Qiao Ling as a mistress (1-2) Author: wanghuaquan

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: wanghuaquan
Word Count: 8731

I. Upon seeing her engaged in prostitution, he began to have thoughts.

Qiao An sat in his black BMW X5, idly waiting for the red light,
muttering , "Why does a traffic light take so long when there are clearly no cars? It's a county-level city, yet the traffic
system is always so useless—countdowns, noise warnings, all pointless. Why can't they install an intelligent adjustment
system to make the traffic light timing dynamic?" While muttering, he fiddled with the lid of his cup, taking
a sip of the yin-nourishing and kidney-tonifying tea he had commissioned from a renowned connoisseur. He reminisced about the first day back in his hometown yesterday, enjoying
the breast massage and the caress of the female server's tongue. Her breasts were large and soft. It was just a pity she was a little older
, already twenty-eight or twenty-nine, and those in the prostitution business age relatively quickly; her breasts had already
begun sag slightly. "Tender is best," he thought. "Although I lack experience and don't know the knack of 'serving' her,
it's this youthful innocence that appeals to some men.

" Just then, the traffic light turned green, and Qiao An quickly shifted gears and started driving. But as he looked up
, he suddenly noticed a young girl on the roadside to his left who looked vaguely familiar.

So, he decided to get closer to get a better look. He changed his mind, turned the car around, and
slowly drove along the roadside. Through the tinted window, as he approached, he was slightly taken aback. The girl

, wearing a white, short-sleeved, sheer, off-the-shoulder dress with lace trim and blue boxer
shorts underneath, looked about sixteen or seventeen, probably a high school freshman or so. Although her
round face and student-style medium-length hair made her look very pure and cute, radiating
youthful energy, she wasn't a stunning beauty, or even a beauty
at ; she was simply a "pretty" girl.

Although the little girl's bottom looked plump and perky under her skirt, suggesting
she was well-endowed, her chest was almost flat, probably not even a B cup. Plus, she wasn't the stunningly beautiful type.
So, what surprised Qiao An wasn't her appearance, but rather that he recognized her. This little
girl was Qiao An's niece, Qiao Ling, the daughter of his third brother, who had been dead for almost three years.

"What's she doing here? It's Monday, only 10 a.m. She should be at school
, what's she doing here?" Full of suspicion, Qiao An was about to pull over and call her over to ask
what was going on . But just then, seeing a Honda pull up,
the little girl, who had initially shown slight impatience, immediately smiled, skipped
across , opened the door, got into the back seat, and the car drove away.

Qiao An's doubts deepened. He now suspected his niece was involved in so-called
"compensated dating"—essentially prostitution—but he simply shifted
gears following the Guangzhou Honda to see where she was headed.

After driving a short distance and turning a couple of corners, they entered a wide but quiet
street . The Honda stopped in front of a small inn.
Seeing the inn's sign and the interior decor through the glass wall, Qiao An knew immediately: this inn was
a love hotel, a brothel, operating on the same model as those high-end prostitution establishments.

Qiao Ling got out of the Honda, swaying her round, pert buttocks, and followed the
driver up the steps into the inn. Qiao An also turned around, crossed the street
, and parked his car on the opposite side of the road. He didn't roll down the car window, but
continued to observe the situation through the tinted glass. He had only parked the car a few minutes before the skinny driver came out
of , but Qiao Ling didn't follow.

Qiao An understood and nodded silently. He knew that Qiao Ling was indeed engaged in the so-called "compensated
dating . They all contacted each other by phone with so-called "agents" who helped them find clients
, and the man who had driven Qiao Ling here was their driver (sometimes also
responsible for taking them back), and also the one who collected the money. The client Qiao Ling was to serve was already
waiting in the pre-booked room.

Thinking of this, watching the Honda drive away, Qiao An pondered for a moment, a
lewd smile appearing on his face. He started his car, drove to the next intersection, made a U-turn, parked in front of the hotel,
went inside, whispered a few words to the young male receptionist, asked for a piece
of paper and , wrote a line, folded the paper, and returned it to the young man.
After glancing at the paper, the young man nodded repeatedly in agreement with Qiao An's words. Then, Qiao An left
the hotel with a smile.

Qiao An had returned to his hometown, a county-level city, not only to enjoy the notorious prostitutes of W City—a place
famous but also for a more serious purpose. He
had won the lottery shortly after graduating from university and before finding a job. The prize money, after taxes, amounted to over 13 million yuan. He
saved most of it, kept some for himself, and invested
the —one of whom was his roommate.

He originally intended to distribute these gifts to his close classmates from back then. However,
one was involved in the smokeless, non-toxic, green candle industry, both of which were thriving.
They had grown their businesses from small places with a registered capital of just over a million yuan and offices in rented residential properties into medium-sized enterprises.
The website developer, after discussing it with him, sold the website to the industry leader, with Qiao An receiving
over 36 million yuan and the other receiving over 50 million yuan.

The candle developer, on the other hand, not only monopolized over 50% of the birthday candle market in the province but also ventured into the high-end incense and candle industry for
temples and Taoist monasteries, as well as the romantic candle industry for Western restaurants. Besides selling within the province, their products were also exported to Japan and
South Korea. Although their annual output value was only 200 million yuan, which was still considered a fledgling startup in the eyes of big entrepreneurs
, it was a world apart from their early days.

This former
bunkmate , specifically the CEO. However, Qiao An knew he wasn't cut out for it and repeatedly declined. He
ended up as a nominal vice president with no real power. One of the three board members, an investor, had lost money
in the stock market and urgently needed to withdraw funds, so he sold his shares to the two men. Thus, the company
returned to a situation where the two of them were completely in charge.

Every year, besides his dividends, Qiao An also received a nearly million-yuan annual salary as vice president, which he felt a little
embarrassed about. Therefore, he would often help inspect the branch offices or production bases, and also to
try out different types of women from various places.

This time, his return to his hometown county was actually a routine inspection of the branch office, and also a chance to enjoy
the local girls. He didn't inform the branch office of his arrival time or method, not to stage any surprise inspections
, since he didn't understand finance and wouldn't know how to check the accounts anyway. He was simply dissatisfied with the reception arranged by
the branch office and wasn't used to being served by prostitutes. He preferred
to seek pleasure on his own, and it would be even better if he could hunt for women, but unfortunately, he had few opportunities.

He had once considered keeping female students in the provincial capital, but without introductions from ordinary schools, there were virtually no
chances. As for art school students, some had very high standards, some were self-righteous and kept their virginity waiting to snag
a rich husband, some were only willing to be kept by older men, and some, seeing his young age, thought he was just using himself to
swindle money and sex , and completely ignored him, which angered him so much that he simply gave up the idea.

Now, Qiao An saw his own niece,
the little
girl he had hugged and kissed when she was little, played with,
and even watched her urinate. Now she was a high school girl, and the vague sexual fantasies he once had about his niece, coupled with her identity as a student engaged in compensated dating, swelled and increased, growing bigger and stronger until they became uncontrollable.

Qiao An was always a man of action. Once he decided to have his way with his niece, and
ideally, to have her as his mistress long-term, he immediately made up his mind, outlined his plans, and then
diligently put them into practice.

So, after leaving the hotel, he quickly drove to the branch office,
met with the management, had a brief, perfunctory chat, and then mentioned that he
hadn't been back to his hometown for years and wanted to explore the changes in his old county town. He
wondered if there were any quiet, secluded places in the city, preferably with some natural scenery.

The branch office staff told him that the former barren hillside north of the old town had been transformed into an orchard
, and the former zoo and North Slope Park, which had been closed, were now part of a landscaping project. All the surrounding residences
had been relocated, and now, without a car, one had to walk over two kilometers up the hillside. Therefore, besides
long-distance , only tourists looking to hike or pick fruit in the orchards would go there.

After finding out the directions, he asked for them so he wouldn't have to look up the map in his car. After exchanging
a few , he said goodbye and arranged a welcome dinner at the Xingxinghu Hotel that evening, followed by singing and dancing at the Jincheng Nightclub, then
a sauna and massage, and finally a passionate sexual encounter. From the time he arrived at the branch office to when he finished speaking and left
, less than forty-five minutes had passed.

On his way back to the hotel, his phone, which he used to contact women, his "matchmakers," and
his "fellow travelers," rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but he
smiled happily and answered it. A young man's voice came through:

"Sir, the girl you asked me to keep an eye on has left her room and is coming downstairs. I'll watch her until she
gets a taxi."

"Okay, I understand. You did a good job. I'm almost at your hotel, so you don't need to
watch her anymore. Thank you." After hanging up, Qiao An turned the steering wheel, rounded the intersection, and saw Qiao Ling, the girl who had just left the hotel, stepping down the steps in front of the hotel,

not far ahead . 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Two 　　Qiao An watched Qiao Ling walk down the steps, glancing around for a taxi. He found her small head with its shoulder-length hair looking quite adorable as she looked around, and a slight smile crept onto his lips. He pulled the car closer, honked the horn, and called out loudly from the open window, " Lingling ! Lingling!" 　　Hearing someone call her name, Qiao Ling looked up in surprise, searching for a while before spotting Qiao An across the street, honking and waving . Overjoyed, she ran across the road, her silvery laughter ringing out as she reached his car , "Uncle! It's you! What are you doing here?!" 　　"Why can't I be here? You should know, your uncle is now doing a 'big' business with my classmates!" Qiao An said with a teasing expression and an exaggerated tone, "We have a branch and a factory in W City, of course I have to come and inspect it! On the contrary, I should be asking you, what are you doing here? And what are you doing here ? Hmm?" After speaking, he looked at Qiao Ling with a scrutinizing gaze, looking the girl up and down. 　　"I...I..." Qiao Ling was very surprised. She never expected her uncle to ask her this question so directly , and the meaning revealed by his tone and eyes clearly indicated that he already knew why she was here. She was speechless for a moment, and even after three or four "I"s , she couldn't come up with a coherent answer. Not only did she stammer, but her voice also grew softer and softer. By the fourth "I," it was so weak that it was almost inaudible. 　Seeing the girl hesitate like this, looking surprised and then shy, as if she didn't know what to say , Qiao An found it both funny and amusing. It was funny because this girl had skipped class on a Monday morning to sell her body to men, but then became too embarrassed to admit it. It was amusing because she still knew a little shame in front of him. If she had just spoken frankly and honestly, without any hesitation or embarrassment, it would have been clear that she either didn't care about it anymore, or that their relationship was over.

They were as close as when they were little. Now she hesitated, afraid to speak, and too embarrassed to say it. Obviously, it wasn't either of those things
. If he took her under his wing and played with her slowly, he would obviously get more and more pleasure from it.

"Alright, forget it. Actually, I know in my heart, but I won't ask any more questions now. Are you hungry?

Uncle will take you to lunch. You can choose whatever you want to eat." Qiao An smiled and casually
stopped forcing the girl to say it herself, instead offering to take her to lunch. This earned Qiao Ling a cheer.
It was just a pity that her breasts were too small even compared to those of her age. Even though the off-shoulder
dress had a low neckline, her breasts were barely a B cup thanks to her bra, so one
couldn't the beautiful sight of her breasts swaying up and down.

The girl skipped and jumped around the car, got into the passenger seat from the other side, and happily grabbed
Qiao An 's arm. But Qiao An turned to face her and stretched out his hands. This action startled Qiao Ling, but
the girl then realized that Qiao An was merely helping her pull out and fasten her seatbelt. A flush rose to her cheeks,
but the racing heart caused by her earlier thought that her uncle would suddenly kiss her couldn't be calmed.

The car then sped off, turning a corner and heading northeast towards the foot of Dongshan Mountain. Less than
ten minutes later, they saw the first uphill section of road leading into Dongshan. Qiao An turned the car around and parked it in
front of a dumpling and hot pot restaurant on the north side of the road. Although it was lunchtime, the restaurant wasn't very
busy; only three or five cars were parked on the sidewalk in front. After engaging the handbrake, Qiao An's hand seemingly unintentionally
brushed against Qiao Ling's thigh, bringing a warm sensation to the smooth, delicate skin. The girl, who had just recovered
from her recent sexual encounter, couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

Qiao An noticed all of Qiao Ling's reactions, but he pretended not
to notice . He casually asked her, "Lingling, how does it feel? Is it okay to eat here?" He
looked directly into her eyes, gazing intently. Still aroused by her uncle's hand brushing against her thigh,
she felt flustered by his gaze and stammered, "Anything is fine, Uncle. Anything you give me
is delicious, I love it."

Hearing her reply, Qiao An hummed in agreement and said, "Okay, then we'll eat here. Do
n't forget what you said, okay? You can't not eat later." A sly smile
played . Qiao Ling, oblivious to his unspoken meaning, unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door, saying, "
How could I not eat? I'm starving! I didn't eat breakfast. I'll eat anything you give me."

Hearing this, Qiao An smiled even more, imagining the scene after dinner
when , and then, at a chosen spot, force-feed her his semen. His penis was already
hardening. However, on the surface, his expression, actions, and tone remained completely nonchalant as he
casually asked, "Then why didn't you eat breakfast?" At the same time, he unbuckled his seatbelt, opened his own
door, got out, pressed the key, and pulled the door handle to confirm it was locked, preventing interference with
the electronic key. Although he never kept valuables in his car, it was still
unwise for someone to get into his vehicle, especially since he had some "sexual toys" inside.

Qiao Ling had also gotten out of the car and skipped over, naturally taking Qiao An's arm. She said
in a coquettish tone, "Don't even mention it. My mom's living with her lover now. She only comes back twice a week at most
. They're so inseparable, she has no time for me." As she spoke, she pouted, her pink
lips looking like vibrant, youthful flowers, still slightly moist. Qiao An wanted to kiss
her , to stick his tongue between her lips and make her swallow his saliva.

But he remained calm, letting her lead him into the store, pretending to listen attentively.

Qiao Ling continued to complain in a spoiled tone, "The staple food at home is either noodles,
instant noodles, or steamed buns. There isn't even a single leaf of vegetable in the refrigerator. It's either canned food, sausages, or packaged mixed vegetables. I may not know how to cook,
but even if I did, there wouldn't be any vegetables. What am I supposed to cook with? In the first four and a half months of this year, she's cooked for
me a handful of times."

"Didn't your mom give you any money to eat out?" Qiao An
asked as she opened the glass door of the shop. "The allowance she gives me is just for food. If I eat out even a little bit,
I can't buy anything. I can't even afford the cheapest lipstick. She's hooked up with a guy in construction, but
she doesn't care about me, her daughter, at all. The clothes and shoes she buys are all brought when she comes to visit me. She never takes
me to try them on, let alone tell me the brand, style, or color. As long as she buys them, she considers herself to have done her best. Is
that what a mother does?" Even after choosing a seat in a partitioned area, Qiao Ling continued to complain.

"Your mother and father never had a deep relationship. Even I, who live far away and rarely
see them, can see that. So even if your father isn't dead (meaning he's gone, old, or gone
), your mother will divorce him sooner or later. She gave birth early; if I
remember , she was sixteen when she got pregnant with you and gave birth to you at seventeen. She's still young,
whether from the perspective of daily life, pursuing relationships and love, or even because of her sexual
needs..." At this point, Qiao An casually glanced at Qiao Ling across from him, noticing a fleeting moment of embarrassment
on that quickly disappeared without her skin turning red. This gave him
more confidence.

Although she was "selling herself," engaging in so-called "compensated dating," no one at school,
at home , or among her relatives and friends knew. So, if she's naturally shy
, especially about discussing sex with close friends and family, then trying
to have sex with her in the car during dinner would be tricky, and she might resist. But it seems she's quite receptive to sexually suggestive language now , so using lewd and suggestive language to tease
her while touching and kissing her shouldn't be a problem. 　　At this moment, the waiter approached the table, and Qiao An and Qiao Ling stopped talking and focused on ordering. After all, home...

How could they discuss such matters openly in front of the restaurant staff? After asking Qiao Ling what she wanted to eat, Qiao An
ordered three stir-fried dishes, two cold dishes, and two plates of dumplings, but didn't choose hot pot. She also ordered two bottles of liquor.

After some of the food arrived, the liquor came. Under Qiao An's persuasion and encouragement,
Qiao Ling, who hadn't intended to drink, started sipping the liquor from a small cup. After only a small amount, her face began
to turn slightly red. Seeing her delicate red cheeks, Qiao An revealed a sly smile.

He had long known that Qiao Ling couldn't drink alcohol, but she herself didn't realize it. When she was very young, during
a large family gathering for the New Year, after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, someone teased the children, feeding the one- or two-year-
old Qiao Ling liquor from the table. Just half a small, eight-qian (approximately 30 grams) wine cup made the child
cry bitterly. But after a while of crying and fussing, her face turned slightly red, and she seemed dazed, as if an adult
had drunk slightly more than their usual capacity but wasn't quite drunk.

People have almost no memory of anything before the age of five, and none of anything before the age of three, so naturally she wouldn't have
any memory of this incident. And because she was still a student, she had never actually tried drinking alcohol. She only drank small amounts occasionally, taking a sip or two before rolling off to bed with a man, never having a chance to know her alcohol tolerance; at most, her tongue had just . 　　Today, she opened up, constantly complaining about her mother's neglect. She resented her mother's focus on her lover and neglect of her, and thus harbored resentment towards the man, often saying hurtful things. This made her mother more unhappy, further straining their relationship. The two women were caught in a vicious cycle, growing increasingly distant and estranged. Qiao Ling was also feeling bad, so after being persuaded to drink a couple of glasses, the alcohol made her a little excited, and she felt even more compelled to speak. 　　Even if she hadn't said anything, Qiao An knew their relationship was definitely bad. With her father gone, the mother and were practically inseparable; if their relationship were good, they would be each other's only support. How could the daughter be engaging in "compensated dating" in this family where only the two of them existed, and the mother not even knowing? It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't known; after all, some mothers care about their daughters but are rather oblivious. However, when Qiao An saw her skipping class and leaving the hotel, Qiao Ling didn't panic, proving she wasn't afraid of Qiao An telling her mother. This showed just how bad the relationship between mother had become. 　　Qiao An noticed that Qiao Ling's words were becoming increasingly unrestrained. It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was getting busier. He simply called over a waiter, saying he wanted to add a dish, a small hot pot, and move into the smaller of the restaurant's two private rooms. Although there were only two of them , the private room was empty, and Qiao An had even given the waiter a small tip, so he easily got Qiao Ling into the room. 　　Inside, her words wouldn't be heard by those outside. After the hot pot, meat, and vegetables were served, Qiao An began to intensify his efforts to persuade Qiao Ling to drink with him. Soon, Qiao Ling, whose alcohol tolerance was only half a bottle before she blushed and a bottle before she swayed, had already downed two bottles . Excitedly, she shouted, "Don't think I don't know! What right does she have to tell me what to do? She went and became someone's mistress, and as a result, the man's wife brought several people to her house, blocking the door, yelling and smashing things. She managed to escape, but I was so scared I trembled and hid under the covers. I couldn't sleep that night, and the next day I was so tired I couldn't get out of bed, so I skipped school . When the teacher found her, instead of reflecting on her responsibility, she attacked me, yelling and hitting me. What kind of mother is that?" 　　As she spoke, two lines of tears streamed down the sixteen-year-old girl's tender cheeks, down her chin, and dripped into the wine glass on the table. Seeing this tearful girl, Qiao An felt a surge of lust, and his penis trembled. The little girl simply picked up her glass and took another sip of her sob, then , "That man is afraid of his wife and dumped her. She's in a bad mood, but she barely speaks to me for a month. I'm her daughter! Not someone she can use to vent her anger on! I even doubt if I 'm her own flesh and blood." 　　As she spoke, Qiao Ling sobbed loudly. Qiao , saw that the time was right and immediately pulled the little girl into his arms. He wiped her tears with the back of one hand while his other hand encircled her under her armpit, his fingertips pressing against the edge . At the same time, he whispered in her ear, "Don't cry, or your eyes will get red and you won't be pretty. No matter if others like you or not, Uncle likes you. Uncle is the one who likes you the most, you know?" He then planted a kiss on her flushed cheeks, which were already red from the alcohol. 　　Even though she was already quite drunk, she could feel her uncle's fingers pressing on the edge of her breast . But what happens when you're drunk? She seemed uncomfortable, shifting her body slightly and then jerking up and down, but she couldn't get her uncle's hand off her breast. Instead, his large hand went even further upwards and inwards, and she stopped struggling. 　　Qiao An wiped away the tears on her face, even trying to lick the last two drops away with her tongue. However, she was already dizzy from drinking much, and her body was cooling down, but the shy girl still tried to resist with both hands, so he had to wipe them away with a napkin. Then, he put his arm around her, his hand still on her small breast, and they walked out of the private room, calling the waiter to settle the bill. 　After rejecting the waiter's suggestion to round down the price, he took the change and stuffed it all into Qiao Ling's skirt pocket, saying, "This is your allowance for snacks. I'll give you a little more later to buy other things." He brought his mouth very close, his warm breath going straight into the little girl's ear. The waiter, unaware that they were uncle and niece, saw that he seemed to have gotten her drunk and successfully seduced her, and grinned at him slyly. Qiao An glanced back at her, returned the smile, and then helped the girl out of the restaurant to the parking lot.

This time, he didn't let the little girl sit in the front passenger seat. Instead, he opened the door and helped her to
the back seat. Then, sitting in the driver's seat, he said to Qiao Ling, "You seem a little drunk."
Although didn't slump onto the back seat, she fumbled for the window, muttering, "Yeah, I'm drunk,
I'm hot."

Qiao An opened the power window on her side door using the control panel and said, "Then Uncle will take you for a drive to what used to be
Beipo Park, now Beishan Green Forest. The air there is fresh, and there are fewer people, making it
a good place to sober up." Without waiting for the little girl's reply, he started the car and drove off. Qiao Ling
leaned against the open window, fanning her flushed face with her delicate white hands—a
truly . After Qiao An had driven about a hundred meters,
she finally replied with a simple, "Okay."

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/194994.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=194994&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Qiluo] Author: Mu Lanyan

Next Page : The Mother Under the Guise of a Wealthy Family [Full Text]

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Keeping his own niece Qiao Ling as a mistress (1-2) Author: wanghuaquan

comment Open a new window to view comments