[Urban] Wild Countryside Madness (Complete) - 22-24

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Yu Juan's story

is a true story that took place in the Jiangnan region. I'll set it on the beautiful West Lake for now, and the name is fictional; please don't take it personally.

Chapter One:

"Dad, please don't remarry, I beg you." Yu Juan looked at her father, Zhao Qiang, with tears in her eyes. She had long heard from her classmates and the women in the alleys about how ruthless stepmothers were, and the image of those terrifying scenes in movies sent chills down her spine.

Zhao Qiang sighed, somewhat bewildered.

In the prime of his life, he had lost his wife a year ago. Although he was surrounded by women, he often woke up alone at night, his mind filled with fantasies.

Coupled with the constant urging from relatives and friends to remarry, he had become somewhat tempted. He had recently started to get close to a woman named Hui Fang, but before he could even get a word in edgewise, his daughter had already turned the tables.

“Juan’er, wouldn’t it be better to find you a mother? You’ll have someone to keep you company,” Zhao Qiang persuaded Yu Juan. “Don’t listen to what others say. Dad will bring one back for you to see one day.”

“I don’t want a stepmother, Dad. Isn’t it good enough just the two of us?” Yu Juan pouted, picked up her rice bowl, and went into the kitchen.

Zhao Qiang watched his daughter’s slender figure gradually disappear from his sight, shook his head, grabbed his bicycle, and pedaled hard, wobbling onto Zhongshan North Road.

At this time, he was the deputy director of Qiaoxing Machinery Factory, in charge of production. There were also rumors that he would replace the current director, Ma Da.

He was usually approachable and had an excellent reputation in the factory. Many workers wanted him to take over.

As usual, Zhao Qiang didn’t go to his office but went to the mold-making workshop first. He used to work there, and it was a model workshop every year.

“Director Zhao, you’re here,” a sweet voice came from behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know that it was the workshop director, Lin Lin.

"Oh, Xiao Lin, you're here so early too." He had arrived at work early; it wasn't even 7:30 yet.

"It's not time for work yet."

"Aren't you here early too?" Lin Lin looked at him with a half-smile. Her face was full and round, her eyes alluring. Back in the day, she was the factory's most beautiful girl, and many young men fell at her feet. Later, it was Zhao Qiang who arranged for her to marry Li Lei, the current head of the supply and marketing department.

"Hey, that's true." Zhao Qiang forced a smile.

"You have something on your mind? Tell me," Lin Lin gazed at him with concern. "Don't keep it bottled up inside; it'll hurt your health."

Actually, she had long since fallen in love with Zhao Qiang, but he and his wife were deeply in love, and she knew she couldn't interfere, so she gave up.

"It's nothing. You're busy; I'll go now." Zhao Qiang shook his head and turned to leave.

"Don't rush off," Lin Lin gently pulled his hand, her phoenix eyes glaring at him fiercely. “There’s no one else here, let’s talk.”

“Has Li Lei not come back yet?” Zhao Qiang asked. “How’s the kid’s school?”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Lin Lin leaned against his chest. “I heard you’re getting married again?”

Zhao Qiang smelled a delicate fragrance and his heart skipped a beat. Lin Lin was like a ripe peach. Even after having a child, she was still as beautiful as ever, her charm undiminished.

“That’s not true, don’t listen to people’s nonsense.” Zhao Qiang’s hand was already on her round buttocks, feeling their burning heat.

Lin Lin let out a soft moan, tiptoed, and brought her cherry lips to his. Their mouths were locked in a tight kiss, their tongues intertwined. Zhao Qiang’s hand suddenly plunged into her lower body. Her vulva was covered with long, dark pubic hair, and the cleft was wet, dripping with vaginal fluid.

Zhao Qiang pulled down her pants, took out his penis, and thrust it in with a soft plop.

Lin Lin wrapped one leg around his waist, leaning against the machine tool, moaning with pleasure.

Zhao Qiang thrust violently, feeling her tightness and wetness inside. Suddenly, a spasm ran through him, and he ejaculated a thick stream of semen while pressed tightly against her body. Lin Lin cried out, her body going limp, panting. "Come to my house tonight, Li Lei is on a business trip to Beijing and hasn't come back yet." She was still not satisfied.

"That's not a good idea," Zhao Qiang hesitated. "I'll find another opportunity. You should put your clothes on quickly."

It was almost time for work.

Lin Lin hummed in agreement, saying sweetly, "Remember, or I can come to your house." She was even more alluring after making love.

Zhao Qiang nibbled on her ear, straightened his clothes, and hurried to his office.

Chapter Two of Yu Juan's Story : As

dusk fell, Zhao Qiang entered the house and saw his daughter sitting upright at the dining table.

As usual, three sets of chopsticks and bowls were placed on the table. Although his beloved wife had been gone for over a year, his daughter still stubbornly maintained this habit.

"Juan, why haven't you eaten yet?" Zhao Qiang noticed the food on the table was untouched. "I told you, if I'm late, you should eat first."

"I insist on waiting for you to come back so we can eat together," Yu Juan said stubbornly. "I'll wait for you to come back from now on."

"Silly child, that'll easily upset your stomach." Zhao Qiang affectionately stroked her long, black hair. His daughter was looking more and more like his wife, even their personalities were similar.

He ate the sweet potato rice that Yu Juan had served him and asked, "You have exams in a few days, you should go to bed early too. Don't study too hard."

His daughter probably inherited her parents' talent; she had always been an excellent student, outperforming her peers, and had always been the darling of the school and teachers.

Zhao Qiang never worried about his daughter's studies; on the contrary, he often told her not to work too hard.

"I know, Dad. You've been coming back so late these past few days, is the factory very busy?" Yu Juan stared at him with her big, dark eyes, her little heart full of suspicion.

Zhao Qiang glanced at Yu Juan and said, "I'm rushing to finish a batch of goods, so don't expect any peace and quiet this month."

Yu Juan smiled, ladled a spoonful of lotus seed soup into Zhao Qiang's bowl, and said playfully, "I'd rather you had more work at the factory, so you wouldn't always be out there flirting and trying to find me a stepmother."

Zhao Qiang pinched her high nose and sighed, "What can I do with you keeping an eye on me?" He stood up, opened the cupboard door, and was stunned.

All his old cellar liquors, which he had kept hidden for many years, were gone. He turned to look at Yu Juan, but she met his sharp gaze and gracefully walked to him, softly saying, "Dad, don't be angry. I gave it all to Old Chen in the back alley." She stroked his slightly haggard face, gently saying, "After Mom passed away, you drowned your sorrows in alcohol every day. Didn't Mom tell you not to drink? Look how much older you've become this past year!"

Zhao Qiang was overcome with grief, choking back sobs, "But your mother... your mother doesn't want me anymore. She broke her promise and left like this. Juan'er, Juan'er..." A look of utter despair crossed his strong, square face.

Yu Juan felt a pang of heartache, tightly embracing her father, and the two wept bitterly.

Gradually, Zhao Qiang felt Yu Juan's body grow warm. His heart stirred, and he quickly pushed her away, wiping away her tears with his large hands, saying, "Don't cry, eat your food." Yu Juan's eyes seemed to hold a hint of weariness and melancholy, something unbecoming of her age.

The nights in Hangzhou are cool and still in early winter. Zhao Qiang often wakes up in the middle of the night feeling a chill, despite being covered by thick blankets.

In the past, whenever he woke up, he would secretly slip his hand into his wife's genitals, where there was a warm, cozy feeling.

His wife would reciprocate, and the two of them, like lovers in their first love, would never tire of each other's company, making love several times in bed before finally falling asleep in each other's arms until dawn.

Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped him, a warmth he knew all too well—his beloved wife had returned. A wave of pleasure washed over him. He embraced her, her body exquisitely beautiful, soft and warm as jade, a delicate fragrance wafting around him.

He felt as if he were in a magnificent palace, a pair of slender, jade-like hands massaging his already swollen penis. He moaned with pleasure, then felt a secret flow of sweet saliva. He no longer felt thirsty, and involuntarily extended his long tongue to suck at the nectar.

Zhao Qiang's heart soared to the clouds. He leaped up, thrusting forcefully, penetrating her jade gate. Her vulva parted slightly, her jade-like legs wrapped around his waist. The moans and gasps beneath him mingled with his muffled shouts, further fueling his lust. He fiercely released the bitterness buried deep within him, pounding wildly. Suddenly, he cried out and collapsed heavily onto her body, which had already fainted several times.

Chapter Three of Yu Juan's Story

: "Ah, what have I done?" When Zhao Qiang woke up and saw his daughter's disheveled state, he couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.

Yu Juan lay naked on the bed, a few drops of saliva still lingering at the corner of her mouth, her long hair flowing freely, yet still unable to conceal her alluring beauty.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with boundless love, and softly said, "Dad, don't feel guilty, this is what I wanted."

Zhao Qiang cried out in anguish, "No, no, you're still young, you don't understand. How can I face your mother in the afterlife?" He was utterly desperate, his eyes filled with blankness; he had no choice but death.

Yu Juan knew her father very well; the sorrow and pain he felt at her mother's death were deeply imprinted in her mind, ever fresh and indelible.

She hugged Zhao Qiang from behind and said softly, "Dad, from now on, I am your wife, the Liu Ruyi you swore your love to by Weiming Lake all those years ago."

Zhao Qiang and Liu Ruyi fell in love at first sight while studying at Peking University. Although they experienced many hardships, they eventually came to work in beautiful Hangzhou together. However, fate was cruel; Liu Ruyi died in a car accident a year ago, leaving them forever.

"No, you are my daughter, the dearest daughter of your mother and me!" Zhao Qiang sobbed uncontrollably. The mistake had been made, and the world seemed so cruel and desolate in his eyes.

Yu Juan stood up, took a few steps back, and cried out, "Dad, I promised Mom that I would take care of you for the rest of my life. If you abandon me, then Dad, I will accompany you on the road to the underworld."

Zhao Qiang looked into his daughter's pitiful and helpless eyes, eyes that had once broken his heart and made him willing to die for her. He stepped forward and embraced her limp body, tears welling up in his eyes. "It's all my fault, all the blame will be borne by me."

"Dad, my Dad, let your daughter take care of you, love you, and stay with you, forever and ever." Yu Juan tightly hugged Zhao Qiang's strong lower back, her face blooming with tears of happiness.

Chapter Four of Yu Juan's Story:

Spring comes and autumn goes, flowers bloom and fade. Days passed by, and Yu Juan would be taking the college entrance exam in half a year.

It was Sunday, and the master bedroom on the second floor was filled with the warmth of spring. Zhao Qiang and Yu Juan lay on the bed, making love passionately. Zhao Qiang's mouth was filled with her fragrant tongue, and he held her left leg with one hand, moving slowly. Yu Juan moaned and yielded beneath him, emitting intoxicating moans.

She inherited all the best features from her parents: tall and slender, with fair skin, eyebrows like distant mountains, and a cherry-like mouth beneath a high nose bridge—the classic beauty type.

Zhao Qiang ejaculated again into Yu Juan's hairless vulva. The sheets were soaked with their bodily fluids after their lovemaking; they had already climaxed four or five times today.

Zhao Qiang touched her moist mons pubis. For some reason, Yu Juan's genitals seemed to have stopped developing, completely barren, clearly a natural "white tiger."

When Zhao Qiang parted her tender labia with his fingers and pressed them against her trembling clitoris, Yu Juan almost fainted. A spasm made her unconsciously arch her buttocks to receive the pleasurable stimulation.

"Dad, which school do you think I should go to? Preferably one that's close by. That way I can come back on the weekend," Yu Juan asked Zhao Qiang, who was leaning against the edge of the bed, in a sweet voice. "I don't want to go to Beijing."

Zhao Qiang originally wanted her to go to Peking University, his and his beloved wife's alma mater. But Yu Juan thought it was too far from Hangzhou and refused to go. Otherwise, Peking University and Tsinghua University had already sent her early admission notices, but she was always stubborn, and Zhao Qiang couldn't do anything about it.

"You decide what to do. You'll still listen to me?" Zhao Qiang sighed helplessly.

Yu Juan gazed at him with her beautiful eyes, leaned forward, and kissed his lips. "Except for this, I'll listen to you. Do you want it from behind or from the front?" She teased him with a deliberately lewd smile, flicking Zhao Qiang's penis, which had shrunk to a limp worm.

Zhao Qiang slapped her white buttocks hard. "Dad's exhausted. I can't handle you, you little slut."

Yu Juan softly rested her head on his broad chest, stroking his breasts. "Dad, how about I apply to Zhejiang University? It's a top national university."

"It's still a bit lacking, Juan. Don't always think about Dad. You should have your own life," Zhao Qiang advised her.

After all, life has its inevitable feasts. Yu Juan had grown up; he couldn't keep holding her back.

Yu Juan said softly, "My life can't be without you, Dad. I'll die if I leave you."

Zhao Qiang quickly covered her mouth, "Silly girl, don't be so dramatic at such a young age." His daughter seemed to become more and more dependent on him as she grew older, and he was helpless.

He could only pray that one day she would find her own path in life, because this illicit relationship couldn't drag on for long.

Chapter Five of Yu Juan's Story:

It was another overcast day, the curtain of clouds still drawn.

The train passed the grassy hillside, gradually picking up speed.

Yu Juan felt that the drooping grass blades were like her thoughts, like waves, like ribbons, scattered and chaotic.

She was finally admitted to Peking University, which wasn't her intention.

When she received the acceptance letter, she knew she would be away from her dearest lover for a while.

She looked back at her sleeping father; the recent indulgence had left Zhao Qiang exhausted.

He looked so handsome and charming in his sleep. She had been infatuated with her father since childhood, but back then, he was devoted to his wife.

When her mother passed away, she secretly vowed to love and cherish her father for life, and now her wish had come true.

She smiled, remembering last night…

“Dad, come wash your feet,” Yu Juan called to her father. Zhao Qiang was packing her luggage, stuffing money into her bag.

He hadn’t seen or kissed his daughter’s alluring body for several months, so he forced himself to calm his sorrow and sat on a small stool, enjoying the gentle caresses his daughter had given him for so many years.

Under the lamplight, Yu Juan’s face was exceptionally beautiful, her large, dark eyes fluttering beneath long eyelashes.

Perhaps bathed in love fluids and connected by emotion, she exuded an astonishing charm, making him always irresistibly want to touch and caress her.

Suddenly, Yu Juan’s hand slid up his ankle, kneading his already slightly hot penis. He felt a pleasure that ran from his spine to his heart.

She lowered her head and took his large penis into her mouth, stroking it with practiced ease.

Ever since Yujuan gave herself to Zhao Qiang on that cold winter night, they made love in all sorts of positions and styles. In her mind, she had given her most precious virginity to her father, so what else was there to keep?

In many days and nights, they engaged in oral sex, breast sex, and anal sex, and Zhao Qiang had already explored every inch of her youthful body.

Soon, Zhao Qiang, unable to contain his inner heat, stood up, turned Yu Juan's body over, and made her place her hands on the desk. His erect penis was already inserted into her anus. She felt a soreness and itching in her rectum. After a series of vigorous thrusts, she naturally produced a fluid, which flowed out as his penis was withdrawn.

Zhao Qiang then inserted his penis into her long, thin slit, watching her labia envelop his penis. He thrust hundreds more times. Yu Juan lay prone on the desk, enduring boundless pleasure, while the desk creaked pitifully under their combined force.

A wave of pleasure washed over him, and Zhao Qiang cried out, collapsing onto Yu Juan's naked body. The two quietly enjoyed this boundless sexual bliss.

At this moment, a hand gently pinched her nipple from behind. She knew her father had woken up. Turning back, she smiled, exuding charm. Zhao Qiang was captivated. Yu Juan embraced him, her warm fragrance filling his lungs. For a moment, the soft bed was filled with boundless spring.

Chapter Six of Yu Juan's Story:

The train station was bustling with people, various flags and signs fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Qiang and Yu Juan were a little confused when a handsome young man approached, holding a red flag that read "Zhejiang Alumni Association."

He greeted them warmly, "Are you from Zhejiang? I'm Liu Zhigang from the Peking University Zhejiang Alumni Association. Welcome, new students! Please get on this bus."

He pointed to a large bus already filled with freshmen.

Zhao Qiang shook his hand and introduced himself, "My name is Zhao Qiang, and this is my daughter, Yu Juan. She's studying finance." He and Yu Juan

then sat down. Several more students boarded.

Liu Zhigang counted the number of students, then gestured to the driver, who started the car. Soon they arrived at Peking University—the highest institution of learning that every Chinese student dreams of.

After registering, Zhao Qiang helped Yu Juan settle into her dormitory, and then they checked into the university's guesthouse.

After dinner, the two strolled around the campus. Peking University was Zhao Qiang's alma mater, and the surroundings hadn't changed much since twenty years ago.

Yu Juan, unable to contain her rising desire, whispered in Zhao Qiang's ear, "Dad, I'll come over to your place tonight."

Zhao Qiang gently pinched her buttocks, shook his head, and said, "No, that won't do. It's too dangerous." He worried that if they were discovered, Yu Juan wouldn't be able to stay there.

"No way! You're leaving tomorrow, and it'll be so long before I can make love with you!

How about we stay here?" She pointed to the garden by the roadside, a lush and secluded place.

Zhao Qiang looked around and then led Yu Juan to the spot where he and Liu Ruyi had once secretly met. There was a long stone bench there, a testament to their many romantic moments.

Yu Juan tiptoed, her lips pressed tightly against Zhao Qiang's, her tongue entering his mouth for him to savor.

Zhao Qiang's hand reached into her lower body, where she was already aroused. Her phoenix eyes were glazed, one slender hand tightly gripping his penis, the other lifting her long skirt.

Zhao Qiang pulled down her panties and thrust in with a soft "plop." She moaned and cooperated, her hips heaving, her hands reaching under his armpits to grip his shoulders.

Just then, they heard footsteps nearby and quickly separated. Fortunately, Zhao Qiang hadn't taken off his pants, only pulled out his penis. He quickly zipped up his pants, while Yu Juan only needed to lower her skirt to cover herself. That evening,

as Zhao Qiang was about to take a shower, he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find Yu Juan.

He peeked inside, and Yu Juan burst out laughing, saying, "Dad, it's still early. Have you forgotten we're father and daughter?" Zhao Qiang chuckled self-deprecatingly, closed the door, and scooped Yu Juan up, throwing her onto the bed.

Her eyes were alluring, her legs spread wide, and her hands welcoming her. She said, "Dad, come and do me. I'm so itchy." Zhao Qiang pulled down his pants, revealing a large, erect, dark penis, like a unicorn dragon baring its fangs. Yu Juan pretended to be shy, covering her eyes with her hands.

Zhao Qiang stripped her naked; her dazzlingly white body exuded an alluring fragrance. He gently kissed her long eyelashes, her high nose, and licked her lovely, cherry-red lips.

He would suckle her high, firm breasts, while his hands were busy too. His left hand pinched her ear, and his right hand was even more intense, teasing her clitoris on her protruding mons pubis, occasionally inserting his middle finger into her vagina. She let out a series of moans, her voice hoarse: "Please, Dad, hurry up and get on me, I can't take it anymore. I'm so itchy!"

Zhao Qiang knelt on the bed, hoisting her legs onto his shoulders. His dragon head plunged into her deep, layered hole. At first, it felt tight and warm, followed by a tingling, itchy sensation. He thrust in and out violently, and Yu Juan gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.

It was the height of summer, and they dared not open the window. Soon, both of them were completely soaked.

Zhao Qiang pulled out his member, patted her buttocks, and she knelt on the bed, pressing her hands down. Then, a tingling, numbing sensation spread through her anus. It turned out that Zhao Qiang had penetrated her anus.

This hole was tighter than the previous one. He watched his penis go in and out, and suddenly he quickened his pace, increasing the frequency. Yu Juan felt as if she were being attacked by a storm beneath him. Both of them were so exhausted that they collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to get up for a while.

Chapter Seven of Yu Juan's Story

: "I really want to go home. Everyone says that travelers yearn for their hometown, and that's so true." Yu Juan's big, dark eyes gazed at the drifting clouds in the sky.

Standing beside her was a handsome young man with an imposing presence. He looked at Yu Juan with deep affection and said, "You're always so sentimental. Actually, the holidays are in a few weeks.

How about we go back together this time?" Yu Juan smiled and said, "So many people want to go with you, do you think it'll be my turn?"

The young man became anxious, his face flushed, and said, "You're always teasing me, what do you mean by 'so many'..."

Yu Juan walked along the lakeside path, her face pale and her expression serene. She looked at him with a gentle, thoughtful expression, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "What do you mean by 'so many'?" she said. Zhigang strode forward, his face earnest, and said, "Yujuan, don't you understand my feelings? Ever since I saw you at the train station that day, I knew I was hopeless. Tell me honestly, in the past six months, have I dated any other girls besides you?"

Yujuan smiled slightly and said, "Actually, Yang Xiaojun is very good. I don't think you should leave her." Liu Zhigang and Yang Xiaojun were the most recognized couple on campus, a perfect match, and they had been dating for over a year before Yujuan came to campus.

"I swear to God, before I met you, we had no feelings for each other anymore, really," Liu Zhigang hurriedly explained. "You can ask her if you don't believe me. I'm not the kind of person who

easily changes my mind." Yujuan said calmly, "I appreciate your high regard for me, but to be honest, I don't love you." In her heart, there was no room for another man.

Liu Zhigang looked at her painfully; her delicate face appeared exceptionally beautiful in the setting sun. He shook his head and said, "Do you already have a boyfriend? Even if you do, you have to allow me to compete with him. You have to give me a chance."

"No, I don't. I don't want to lie to you, it's just that we don't have feelings for each other." Yu Juan stopped walking. "I have to go up now. I'm really sorry." As they walked, they reached their destination.

Liu Zhigang silently watched her graceful figure gradually disappear around the corner, a sharp pain shooting through his heart. For the first time in his life, he had experienced such a defeat. Only now did he truly understand the heart-wrenching pain of heartbreak. (

Chapter Eight of Yu Juan's Story )

"Dad, I miss you! You know I hide under the covers every night to masturbate, and I miss you pressing down on me and thrusting into me repeatedly. It hurts so much, but I love it so much.

You know what? Lately, there have been guys pestering me, wanting me to be their boyfriend. Dad, I love that so much! You have to cherish me, or I'll run off with someone else! If you're too rough with me again, hmph, you'd better watch out!

Dad, I miss you so much, I miss your broad shoulders and your strong thing. I miss those days and nights of ecstasy

..."

Yu Juan often used letters to vent her frustrations. Although Zhao Qiang wouldn't let her write about their private matters in the letters, Yu Juan couldn't resist.

However, she was clever and never signed her name. The letters were sent home, but the recipient was given a fake name to prevent anyone from reading them or the letters from falling into someone else's hands—wouldn't that be terrible?

At this moment, Zhao Qiang lay in bed, his thoughts racing.

Since his affair with his daughter, he had severed ties with his former lovers. After Yu Juan went to Beijing, he felt somewhat out of place for a while.

Waking up in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but feel restless.

This afternoon, Lin Lin had again hinted that her husband was away on a business trip, implying she wanted to rekindle their old flame. He pretended not to understand, but now, facing the lonely light of the night, he felt a pang of regret.

Just as he was reminiscing about the past, the doorbell rang repeatedly. He wondered why anyone would come so late. Opening the door, he was surprised to find Lin Lin, whom he had just been thinking about.

"I just finished my night shift. I saw your light was still on, so I came..." Lin Lin's fiery eyes stared intently at Zhao Qiang, who was wearing pajamas. "Aren't you welcoming me in?"

Zhao Qiang quickly ushered her in. She turned around, and her entire body collapsed into his arms, radiating a fiery heat.

Zhao Qiang couldn't resist any longer. He hoisted her onto his shoulder, carried her to the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed with a thud.

When Zhao Qiang rolled off her, both of them were panting. Lin Lin whispered in his ear, "I'm going to sleep here tonight. We're always in such a rush, we've never actually slept together before."

Zhao Qiang shook his head firmly, "That won't do. People will find out tomorrow morning. You'd better leave now."

"You heartless bastard! It's the middle of the night, aren't you afraid someone will steal me away?" Lin Lin lightly punched his chest with her small fist.

"I'll go back with you, you get dressed." Zhao Qiang didn't want her to stay the night. Lin Lin rolled her eyes at him, pouted, and looked very unhappy.

Chapter Nine of Yu Juan's Story

: "I'm leaving, Yu Juan. Before you go, can't you give me a clear answer?"

Liu Zhigang, about to graduate, faced the inevitable departure from the campus and Yu Juan, whom he had been pursuing for the past two years. "I know you don't have someone you like yet, but why do you always reject me?" He was completely baffled.

Yu Juan smiled and said, "If fate allows, I believe we'll meet again. I wish you find a satisfactory job and a beautiful woman to satisfy you on your journey."

She was also somewhat moved by Liu Zhigang's deep affection.

"You'll be going back to Hangzhou after graduation, right?" Zhigang had often heard Yu Juan talk about missing home. "Can I come visit you there?"

"Of course you're welcome! I'll definitely be a good host when you come to Hangzhou." Yu Juan smiled brightly, knowing that Zhigang had never been to Hangzhou before. "I definitely have to go back to Hangzhou; I can't leave my dad."

After they parted, Yu Juan returned to her dormitory. After packing her luggage, she had already booked her train ticket and would soon be back in her father's warm embrace.

As soon as she got off the train, she saw her father smiling and waving at her from beside a luxury car. It was the height of summer, and Yu Juan, in her pure white dress, was strikingly beautiful.

Yu Juan exclaimed, "Dad, where did you get a car? When did you learn to drive? I didn't even know!" Yu Juan was puzzled that Zhao Qiang had acquired a car and driver's license in just one semester. "

Get in first, why so many questions?" Zhao Qiang put her luggage in the trunk, then had her sit in the front, and drove away from Hangzhou Station.

It was dusk, and Yu Juan's beautiful face rested on her father's broad shoulder, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The car drove past Pinghai Road and into Cuiyuan District. Zhao Qiang parked the car on a deserted roadside. Yu Juan let out a soft moan, and their lips were already pressed together.

Her body was soft as cotton, her breath fragrant; his passion was fiery, and his erection was high.

Zhao Qiang reclined the seat, lifted Yu Juan's skirt, and saw that she was wearing embroidered panties on her protruding mons pubis, already slightly damp.

He was burning with desire, his hands trembling as he pulled them down, revealing her vulva, which was dazzlingly white.

He lowered his head, his tongue licking delicately, the tip lightly touching the area around her labia, then relentlessly thrusting in and out. Each time he entered, Yu Juan's love juices flowed out.

Yu Juan gasped and moaned under her father's tongue, waves of tingling sensation washing over her body, her hands unconsciously rubbing her breasts.

Zhao Qiang pulled down his underwear, took out the red-hot iron rod, and forcefully slammed it into her vagina, thrusting and pounding continuously, occasionally moving it left and right, bumping against her labia and rubbing against her vagina. Yu Juan's love juices flowed continuously with each thrust.

It felt like she was about to explode; suddenly, an electric shock spread through her body, and she let out a long-suppressed moan, her legs clamping together, her pink buttocks arching upwards, a gush of vaginal fluid erupting. That warm, wet fluid met Zhao Qiang's penis, and Zhao Qiang instantly felt waves of pleasure, suddenly increasing his force, a series of crackling sounds filling the carriage.

Chapter Ten of Yu Juan's Story:

Since Zhao Qiang became the factory director, the family's standard of living has improved considerably.

To understand how he became director, we must start with his vigorous sexual prowess.

That night, after leaving Lin Lin's house on Yongjin Road, having just released his pent-up desire into her large, dark vagina, he felt a wave of relief.

He walked home with great enthusiasm when he suddenly heard a muffled shout coming from a nearby alley.

Looking down in the dim streetlights, he saw two men holding down a stylishly dressed young woman. Her hair was disheveled, and her skirt was half-pulled down. Zhao Qiang shouted, "Stop!" and rushed forward, quickly knocking the two men to the ground.

He grabbed them, intending to take them to the police station, but then he heard the young woman say, "Brother, please let them go. I'm very scared here alone." The two men also pleaded, "Brother, please let us go. We'll never do it again." Zhao Qiang loosened his grip, and the two men quickly ran away and disappeared.

Zhao Qiang asked with concern, "Miss, are you alright? Should you see a doctor?" The young woman blushed and said shyly, "I'm fine, thank you, brother. Can you take me home?" Zhao Qiang quickly said, "Of course, of course. "

The young woman lived not far away, in a nearby residential area.

Although her home wasn't luxurious, it had an elegant air about it.

It was clearly an intellectual family. The young woman poured him a cup of tea and said, "My name is Shao Qiuying. May I ask your name, benefactor?" Once in her home, Shao Qiuying appeared graceful and charming, chatting and laughing.

Zhao Qiang quickly waved his hand, saying, "Don't call me a benefactor, I don't deserve it. My name is Zhao Qiang, and I also live nearby; we're not far apart."

Shao Qiuying introduced herself simply. It turned out that her husband was abroad, and she was now a stay-at-home mom.

She had just been on her way to her father's house, but unexpectedly encountered robbers on her way back, who wanted to rob her of both money and her virtue.

The two chatted about all sorts of things, and before they knew it, they were sitting closer and closer.

Shao Qiuying's eyes sparkled with allure, radiating charm.

A beautiful young woman, lonely and lonely, and a vigorous, virile man—they were instantly drawn together like dry tinder.

Zhao Qiang's lovemaking skills were incredibly adept, sending Shao Qiuying tumbling and soaring through the waves. She had never known lovemaking could be so pleasurable, feeling that her previous lives had been wasted. Zhao Qiang

watched as a beautiful, elegant young woman writhed and moaned beneath him, transforming into a wanton, wanton woman, further stimulating his senses.

He changed positions with boundless energy until dawn, when both collapsed exhausted on the sofa.

A month later, on the night he was appointed factory director, he learned that Director Shao Qinghai of the Industrial Bureau was Shao Qiuying's father.

Chapter Eleven of Yu Juan's Story:

Five years had passed in the blink of an eye. Yu Juan faced graduation and job assignments. She chose the Provincial Foreign Trade Corporation. Although many companies in Beijing and Shanghai were vying for her, she preferred a location close to home, and this company offered good benefits. She was going to work after the summer vacation.

The sun was shining brightly that day. She had just finished washing her father's and her own clothes when she heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she saw Liu Zhigang, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Oh, it's you! Come in and sit down," Yu Juan greeted him, ushering Zhigang into the living room.

"I was just transferred to the Provincial Public Security Bureau last month. I heard you're going to work at the foreign trade company, congratulations!"

Liu Zhigang said, his voice warm and friendly. "Your house is so comfortable. Did you decorate it all?" Liu Zhigang had relentlessly pursued her for years, finally bringing her to Hangzhou.

Yu Juan replied, "Of course, my dad would never do that. He's a chauvinist." She placed a cup of tea on the coffee table next to Zhigang.

She should thank him, really. Back in school, Liu Zhigang's relentless pursuit had scared away many admirers, giving her peace and quiet.

Everyone thought to themselves: Who is Liu Zhigang? A top student in the law department, handsome and well-bred, and supposedly from a wealthy family. Maybe we should stay out of this. Therefore, Yu Juan's five years together were relatively peaceful.

"Have you been busy with work lately? Where are you staying now?" Yu Juan asked with concern, after all, he had been with her through the best years of her university life.

"Not busy at all. I'm staying at home. My dad was transferred to Hangzhou, so I just came along. Where's your dad? I haven't seen him in ages."

"My dad's at work. He seems pretty busy at the factory lately, like a headless chicken. But he'll be home early today." The two chatted while cracking sunflower seeds, and before they knew it, it was almost noon.

"Yu Juan, you have a guest?" Zhao Qiang returned and saw a motorcycle at the door. He looked up, "Hey, young man, I've seen you before."

"At the train station!" they both said in unison, then burst into laughter.

Zhao Qiang greeted him, saying, "Let's have lunch here and chat. What's your name?"

Liu Zhigang quickly replied, "Uncle Zhao, my name is Liu Zhigang. We've known each other for so long, it's really inappropriate to only visit now."

Zhao Qiang shook his head, saying, "That's not your fault. It must be that Yujuan didn't want you to come. She's never liked people visiting her since she was little; she just can't break that bad habit." He offered Zhigang a cigarette, but Zhigang shook his head, saying, "Uncle Zhao, I don't smoke."

"Good habit, good habit. I could never break that habit either, but I smoke less now," he praised. "Yujuan, go cook some good dishes. I want to have a good chat with Zhigang." He was very happy that his daughter was finally going to find a husband. The young man in front of him was handsome and talented; he was quite fond of him. Yujuan responded in the kitchen and busied herself.

After a while, Yu Juan called from inside, "Dad, come help me." Zhao Qiang turned on the TV and said, "Zhigang, you watch TV, I'll go watch something." Zhigang nodded hurriedly, picked up the remote, and searched for a channel.

Entering the kitchen, he saw Yu Juan standing prettily by the door, wearing only a kitchen towel. He closed the door, kissed her cherry lips, and said, "This young man is quite good, Juan, don't miss out." Yu Juan pinched his butt hard and said in a coquettish voice, "You're so annoying, always trying to kick me out. If you keep doing this, I'll get angry." Seeing her alluring, feignedly angry appearance, Zhao Qiang's heart fluttered. He lifted her skirt with his right hand and, upon closer inspection, found her already overflowing with desire.

He flipped her over, and without even taking off his pants, pulled out his penis from the front and thrust it into her vagina. Yu Juan braced her elbows on the kitchen counter, enduring the impact from behind. The roar of the range hood mingled with her moans. She occasionally turned over the dishes. By the time Zhao Qiang's thick semen shot into her hairless vagina, the cauliflower was already overcooked.

"Try this dish, how's your cooking? This is Yu Juan's specialty," Zhao Qiang said, pointing to the cauliflower with his chopsticks and beckoning to Zhi Gang.

Yu Juan sat next to her father with a half-smile; it turned out her father could be humorous too. The dish contained their semen, but when Zhi Gang said, "Hmm, really good, Yu Juan's cooking is excellent," Yu Juan was already speechless. During the meal,

Zhao Qiang asked, "I still don't know where your parents work. Yu Juan doesn't know either." He had asked Yu Juan after they finished making love, but he hadn't expected her to know nothing about Zhi Gang except about his school life.

Liu Zhigang smiled bitterly, "Yujuan has never asked about my situation; she has absolutely no interest in me. My dad works for the municipal government, and my mom works for the Bank of China. They were both transferred to Hangzhou last year."

Zhao Qiang hummed in agreement, "Both are good jobs, unlike me, who's about to be laid off." His expression was forlorn. Yujuan tugged at her father's clothes worriedly, "Dad, is there trouble at the factory?" These days, Zhao Qiang was unhappy whenever work was mentioned; something must be wrong at his factory.

"It's nothing, let's not talk about such unpleasant things today. Come on, Zhigang, let's have a drink." He picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, a warm little hand slipped into his pants, gently caressing his penis. It was undoubtedly Yujuan, but she was incredibly bold. Her hand moved with practiced speed and pressure, and Zhao Qiang immediately forgot his unpleasantness, fully enjoying the boundless pleasure.

He chatted with Zhigang while eating, when suddenly he let out an "Oh!" startling Zhigang. Little did they know that Zhao Qiang had ejaculated, his underwear instantly soaked.

Yu Juan wiped her hands on her trouser leg and got up to clear the leftover food from the table. Zhi Gang hurriedly went to help.

That night, Yu Juan lay in her father's arms, her small hands gently caressing his now limp penis, and said, "Dad, what's wrong at your factory? You always look so worried." Zhao Qiang sighed, "Nothing much, just a common problem with state-owned enterprises. They're going to restructure now, but if they really reform, a lot of workers will be laid off, and they're all old workers who have worked their whole lives. Sigh, I really don't know what to do."

Chapter Twelve of Yu Juan's Story

That day, Yu Juan lay in Zhao Qiang's arms and suddenly said, "Dad, isn't it strange? We've been making love for over ten years, but I haven't gotten pregnant. Maybe I can't have children?"

Zhao Qiang was also puzzled and said, "Yes, we've never used contraception, how could that be? I was really careless." He couldn't help but scratch his head.

Then he gently touched her clitoris and said, "How about we go see a doctor tomorrow? It'll be good to get it checked out."

Yu Juan said sweetly, "You're so naughty! It's so itchy. By the way, my company needs me to go to Shanghai in a few days, so why don't we go to Shanghai for a checkup and have some fun while we're at it?" She was quite excited.

"That's a good idea, I can also relax a bit, I've been so annoyed these past few days." Zhao Qiang readily agreed.

Shanghai, the Bund.

“Everyone says Shanghai is a big city, and it really is crowded. But I still prefer our hometown, quiet and natural.” Yu Juan strolled arm in arm with Zhao Qiang in the twilight after the rain. “Dad, isn’t it strange? We’re both capable of having children, but we just couldn’t have one together. Maybe heaven took pity on us, and I’m so happy.”

Zhao Qiang also smiled broadly, pointing to the bustling crowd of men and women, and said, “Juan’er, that’s just how things are. Who knows how many people in our situation are among them? But, Juan’er, you still need to be prepared for marriage. Staying at home all

the time isn’t a good solution.” “Dad, I really don’t want a third party to get involved between us. We’re so good together!” Yu Juan’s slightly melancholic eyes gazed blankly at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

Zhao Qiang sighed helplessly, “Sigh, Dad doesn’t want that either. Bring that guy over in a few days, and I’ll check him out.” The guy he was referring to was Liu Zhigang, who frequently visited their house. "Have you been to his house? What's his family like?"

"No, I haven't been, and I didn't ask any questions. I heard his dad is a government official." Yu Juan didn't really know much about Liu Zhigang; subconsciously, she still felt a bit repulsed by him.

"Oh, so you two haven't gotten to know each other yet. I thought you'd developed feelings for him by now, after knowing him for so long." Zhao Qiang's expression was a little strange. "Let's go back. I have some work to do at my factory; I need to borrow some funds for working capital."

These past few days, his superiors had been asking for his opinion, implying that they wanted to contract out the machinery factory, and he was somewhat tempted. However, the funding gap was too large, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Okay, let's go back. How much do we need to borrow? Should I ask a friend at the bank for help?" Yu Juan had made quite a few friends in the finance field over the past two years, including several suitors.

Zhao Qiang smiled slightly, "Of course, the more the better, but I'm afraid you can't borrow that much."

Yu Juan snorted, "Don't look down on me. I'll try to get it for you tomorrow. How will you reward me if I get it back?"

Her eyes sparkled, her figure graceful and charming, swaying in the breeze. Zhao Qiang couldn't resist reaching into her clothes and squeezing her firm breasts hard.

Chapter Thirteen of Yu Juan's Story

"Yu Juan, I really want to help you, but six million is too much. I'm powerless to do it." A young man wearing black-rimmed glasses said to Yu Juan with a bitter face, "Why don't you ask someone to go to President Qin privately? Maybe you can persuade her."

"You've worked hard enough. I'm very grateful that you've helped so much. Okay, I'll try." Yu Juan thanked him and stood up, "Bang Cheng, I'll treat you to dinner another day." She smiled, as beautiful as a peach blossom in bloom.

Bang Cheng was stunned. He was also one of Yu Juan's many ardent suitors and was now a business manager at the Bank of China.

These past few days, Yujuan had been fully utilizing her personal charm to conduct diplomacy. However, because Zhao Qiang wanted to borrow such a large amount of money, many people couldn't accept it, and Yujuan was somewhat at a loss.

When she knocked on the door of the bank manager's office, she was surprised to see someone sitting inside, and she recognized him immediately—it was Liu Zhigang.

"What are you doing here?" Yujuan asked him. "Didn't you go to Beijing?"

"I just got back. Don't you know? My mom works here." Zhigang got up, made a cup of tea, and handed it to her. "She just went to greet some guests. Are you looking for her?"

Yujuan said happily, "Your mom is the bank manager? That's great! I was just about to look for her. My dad needs some working capital and he's been worried sick. How could I, as his daughter, not help?" She excitedly took Zhigang's hand, and Zhigang felt flattered.

Just then, a middle-aged woman in a blue suit walked in through the door. From her footsteps, one could hear her composure and calm demeanor.

Zhigang, holding Yujuan's hand, introduced her, "Mom, this is Yujuan, whom I've often mentioned to you. Yujuan, this is my mom." Yujuan quickly stepped forward to greet her, "Auntie, hello, I'm Zhigang's classmate. I came to discuss something with you today, but I didn't expect Zhigang to be here."

Zhigang's mother, Qin, the bank manager, held Yujuan's hand and smiled, "I've often heard Zhigang say that he has a very outstanding classmate, and that's you. You are indeed naturally beautiful, Zhigang has good taste!" She walked to the desk, opened a drawer, took out a necklace, and put it around Yujuan's neck. Then she stepped back a few paces, looked at it, and clicked her tongue in admiration, "So beautiful, only you are worthy of this platinum necklace. What do you think, Zhigang?" Zhigang looked at Yujuan awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed. Yujuan smiled generously at him and said, "Auntie, I can't accept such a favor without doing something for me. I really do have something to discuss with you today." She didn't take off the necklace on the spot, so as not to embarrass Zhigang.

Zhigang hurriedly said, "Mom, Yujuan wants to borrow some money from you because her dad needs it to contract a factory." Bank Manager Qin said, "Your dad needs it? Are all the paperwork complete?" She was a very shrewd professional woman, and immediately snapped out of her sentimental reverie.

"Auntie, all the paperwork is complete, it's just that the amount is a bit large, so I need your approval." Yujuan handed her the loan documents. "It needs six million yuan, so your subordinates don't dare to make decisions on their own."

Bank Manager Qin looked at the guarantor, Hangzhou Construction Corporation, a very established company, perfectly capable of acting as guarantor.

She smiled, "Your dad is very familiar with Boss Bao?" Boss Bao, Bao Datong, was the company's CEO, a powerful figure in Hangzhou. Yujuan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Auntie, what do you think? Is the paperwork okay?" She didn't want to explain further. This time, for this guarantor, she had approached Bao Xiaohan, Bao Datong's youngest son. He

was Yujuan's elementary school classmate; Yujuan had met him on the street after graduation, and it turned out he was already married with children. She tossed her flowing hair and said earnestly, "Auntie, my father is also facing competition. If this loan isn't processed in time, we'll miss a golden opportunity." Her beautiful eyes were watery, making her look pitiful.

Bank Manager Qin patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Yujuan, I'll help if I can, otherwise Zhigang won't let me off the hook. Look at him, he looks like he's facing a formidable enemy." She pointed to Zhigang, who stood bewildered beside her, "Zhigang, why don't you take Yujuan home first? How about we have dinner together tonight, Yujuan?"

Yujuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Auntie. I'll head home now. Goodbye." She and Zhigang then left the bank manager's office. (02-07
Yujuan's Story, Chapter Fourteen)

When Yujuan returned home, the streetlights were already on.

She took Zhigang's hand and said, "You really helped a lot this time. Thank you for your mother's hospitality. If Dad can successfully secure the contract, you'll be the one who deserves the most credit."

With that, she tiptoed and kissed him, her eyes filled with seductive allure, before closing the door.

Zhigang stood outside, feeling a joy he had never experienced before. He stood there for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

Zhao Qiang was still busy at the factory and hadn't returned.

Yujuan filled a basin with hot water, soaked her feet in it, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warmth rising from her feet. Her thoughts raced, the bittersweet memories of the past few days flooding her mind.

That day, she went to see Bao Xiaohan. His place was nestled against the mountains and beside the water, a perfect vacation spot. He told her it was one of his villas, and he rarely came here, but since she wanted to come, he chose one with a stunning view.

She remembered Bao Xiaohan used to be a poor student, a mischievous troublemaker, a typical bad kid, but she never imagined he would become so successful.

Bao Xiaohan pointed to a small boat in the distance and said, "When will I take you boating on the misty waves, and sing 'A Laughter in the Vast Sea' like the ancients?"

The abundance of material possessions had given this uneducated young man a touch of elegance in his speech.

Yu Juan's fair face, bathed in the setting sun, shone like a radiant sunset. She smiled slightly and said, "I am an ordinary person, unable to cultivate such refined tastes. I still have to struggle for a living. How can I live as carefree as you?"

Bao Xiaohan, his triangular eyes gleaming with lust, stared at her and said, "You can live a better life than you do now, if you're willing." His erection surged, the allure of her beauty overwhelming him, making him somewhat disregard

his usual feigned elegance. Yu Juan met his gaze and said, "You know why I've come. You said on the phone you wanted to meet in person. Now give me an answer." She vaguely knew that this trip was fraught with peril for her chastity.

Bao Xiaohan laughed loudly, "In that case, why waste so much time on words?" He then pounced on her. Yu Juan's heart bled, and she sadly allowed him to strip her clothes.

A dazzlingly white body lay sprawled on the ground, long, black hair cascading over her chest, making the white appear even more intensely white and the black even more intensely black.

Her beautiful eyes were closed, but her breath exhaled a delicate fragrance like orchids.

Her breasts heaved with her panting breaths, and most captivating of all was her most alluring spot. Her labia parted slightly, as if greeting him, "Aren't you coming?" He cried out, lowering his head to suckle at her gleaming, protruding vulva. Soon, her hairless vulva was covered in his saliva.

He could no longer resist, pulling out his already erect penis and thrusting it into her honeyed chamber. She cried out in her heart, "I'm sorry, my father."

Bao Xiaohan's thrusting in and out of her tight, hot vulva hadn't lasted long. The usually battle-hardened unicorn couldn't withstand the torment of her exquisite vagina. He felt as if he were facing a series of formidable obstacles, a misty, layered barrier, his iron rod constantly encountering resistance, unable to advance. After a while, he let out a muffled cry, "I'm coming," and collapsed onto her, unable to move.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in her ears: "Juan, what are you thinking about?" It was her father, Zhao Qiang, who had returned.

She threw herself into his arms, her voice sweet and tender: "The money's in hand, how are you going to reward me?" Zhao Qiang was overjoyed, spinning her around in the air a few times, startling her into screams.

Ignoring the dust covering his body, Zhao Qiang passionately sucked on her wet, fragrant tongue, his hands slid down her clothes, his belt already loosened by Yu Juan. He pressed her hard against the wall, his hips swaying, his penis thrusting more violently than usual.

Yu Juan stood on one leg, the other wrapped around her father's waist, bearing the familiar, heavy impact. Her heart was filled with both joy and sorrow. Joy at being able to be so intimate with the one she loved, what more could she ask for?

Sorrow at the imperfections of life, losing her virginity for the one she loved. She cried out loudly, more passionately than ever before.

Zhao Qiang withdrew his penis, turned her body around, and she understood, supporting herself on her hands and knees. Zhao Qiang reached into her vulva, smeared some of her vaginal fluid on her anus, and then slowly inserted his penis into her anus.

Yu Juan moaned repeatedly with each thrust, her pink buttocks gently swaying to meet the ecstatic impact. When Zhao Qiang ejaculated his pleasurable semen into her vagina, Yu Juan collapsed onto the floor, utterly exhausted. She was too tired.

Chapter Fifteen of Yu Juan's Story

: When Liu Wushi saw Yu Juan, his first reaction was that she wasn't human! She was a devil, a goddess, a Chang'e descended from heaven.

Having spent decades in officialdom, he had always believed that the greatest pleasure in life was the control of power.

But now he had changed his mind; he realized there was so much joy and pleasure in this world.

When his penis plunged into Yu Juan's hairless vulva, he didn't think of power or family, but rather of the fleeting pleasure and ecstasy.

As Yu Juan writhes beneath him, her thoughts turn to kinship—her father's unwavering support and the forbidden passion of their encounters.

Zhao Qiang's factory initially did well, and their lives quickly became more prosperous and fulfilling.

However, this prosperity was short-lived. In the face of fierce market competition, his orders dwindled, so Yu Juan decided to seek out her father-in-law, Zhi Gang's father, Liu Wushi.

Years ago, when she married Zhi Gang, she had already sensed the panic in his eyes and the barely suppressed burning desire within him.

Sure enough, on a dark and stormy night, he raped her when they were alone at home.

Although he knelt before her afterward, begging for forgiveness, he would still repeatedly grope her when no one was watching.

"Dad, why are you still working so hard? You need to take care of yourself." Yu Juan entered Liu Wushi's mayoral office. "Mom is away on a business trip today, and Zhigang is handling a case, so I brought lunch to save you the trouble of running around."

Liu Wushi's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward to support her hand, saying, "You're pregnant now, you need to rest." She was only three months pregnant, so there were no visible changes.

The pregnant woman's hands were even smoother and whiter than usual, and his heart fluttered. He vaguely remembered the naked young woman he had spied on in the bathroom last night.

"Dad, I need to ask you for a favor, but I don't know if I should say it?" Yu Juan's soft pleading further stimulated his senses.

He quickly said, "I'm not an outsider. If you don't come to me, who else would you go to? Tell me, what's wrong?"

He took the opportunity to hold her warm little hand, which was exquisitely delicate.

Yu Juan gave him a flirtatious look and said, "It's all about my dad. You've never cared about his factory, even though you're related by marriage, Mayor." Seeing his eagerness reminded her of all the lecherous men she'd encountered before; whether it was the mayor or an ordinary citizen, they were all the same under his spell.

Liu Wushi's head, a symbol of local support for the central government, nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, it's my fault. I was so busy I forgot about it. Look at my memory, Yu Juan, punish me!"

Yu Juan felt a wave of nausea looking at his aged face, still trying to appear innocent.

She said in a seductive voice, "Then how are you going to show concern? Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk." She lowered her face and chuckled.

Liu Wushi couldn't take it anymore. His knees buckled, and he knelt before her with a thud. "My dear Yu Juan, Juan, I swear to you, I'll do it for you. Please give me one more chance!" Then he pinned Yu Juan down, frantically pulling at her pants.

Yu Juan let out a soft hiss, pressing his head down to her crotch, letting him inhale the scent emanating from her genitals.

Liu Wushi, lost in passion, sucked on her white, protruding vulva, his tongue moving in and out, muttering incoherent sounds. Yu Juan looked at the busy man and couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him.

The next day, Hangzhou's news headlines were filled with reports of Zhao Qiang's factory, because the mayor had personally led a delegation to check on the near-bankrupt enterprise, giving the high-sounding reason: "It's a state-owned enterprise, and as mayor, I ask everyone to care for it, support it, and cherish it. I hope that those with the means will take the lead."

Orders poured in, loan procedures were simplified, and Zhao Qiang's factory was revived.

…

A few months later, Yu Juan gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

However, even she didn't know whose child it was—her father Zhao Qiang, her father-in-law Liu Wushi, or her husband Zhigang.

Perhaps it was one of her friends, who had occasionally visited her. Once a woman lets go, she really doesn't care anymore.

For many years, Yu Juan's story has continued. Of course, as one of the parties involved, I've had the opportunity to see the whole story, and I'll write it down when I have time later to satisfy your curiosity.

[The End]

Yu Juan's Story Continued 1

Time flies, and more than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. In a few days, it will be the end of the 20th century. Yu Juan looks at her still beautiful face in the mirror. The passage of time cannot erode her natural beauty; instead, it adds a touch of mature charm to her.

Her tall, voluptuous body exuded alluring charm. She gently caressed her high, firm breasts, tracing the cleavage, her abdomen as flat as a young girl's, without a trace of excess fat.

She proudly raised her pretty face; in the mirror, the beautiful woman's white vulva shone brightly, emitting a faint spring glow. Outside

the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows was a rather large balcony, with scattered bungalows faintly visible between the black-lacquered railings. The balcony was a riot of flowers; "light and dark reds and whites should be interspersed, and they should be planted in sequence." These flowers, each with a different name, were all vibrant and captivating—all thanks to Yu Juan.

In a western corner, wisteria vines stretched out, their tendrils intertwined with the railings, blooming with clusters of pinkish-white and light purple flowers. These were dug up and cultivated by her father, Zhao Qiang, from Mount Putuo in Zhejiang years ago, and over the years, they had taken deep root.

To the right was a potted osmanthus sapling, only about a foot tall, yet when in bloom, it emitted a pure and elegant fragrance that wafted on the breeze. Nearby were two pots of jasmine and a pot of magnolia. Though not listed in any fragrance catalog, these two possessed a delicate and profound aroma that lingered in the air, making one feel lightheaded and dreamlike. These were brought back by Yu Juan's father-in-law, Liu Wushi.

He said the magnolia's slender white petals had a warm, mellow fragrance like the honeyed water from Yu Juan's vagina, while the jasmine's clusters of pistils were intoxicatingly sweet, like the scent Yu Juan exuded during lovemaking.

Further on were two pots of begonias, gifts from her husband, Zhigang. Their pale red flowers and glossy green leaves, combined, created a unique, folk-painting-like effect. Zhigang said these were the most quintessentially Chinese women's charm, like Yu Juan's begonia in spring slumber.

There were also golden thread chrysanthemums, hydrangeas, epiphyllums, azaleas, and others, which I won't go into detail about. Just

as Yu Juan finished watering the flowers, the telephone rang in the living room. She wiped her hands with her apron, her delicate hands moving gracefully.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Is Director Liu home? This is Hao Zhifei from the Criminal Investigation Brigade."

"Oh, he's not here. He seems to be attending an expanded government meeting today." "

Haha, no wonder I couldn't get through to his cell phone. Okay, if he comes back, could you tell him I'm looking for him? You're his wife, Yujuan, right?"

"Yes, Captain Hao, I'll definitely tell him. You can bring Liu Hong over to visit sometime."

"Of course, of course. Goodbye."

"Goodbye!" Yujuan hung up the phone, leaned softly against the sofa, and closed her eyes to rest.

Recently, Zhao Qiang had gotten into the habit of jogging in the morning, getting up at the crack of dawn every day, rain or shine. Originally, Zhao Qiang's early rising had nothing to do with Yujuan, since they didn't live together. But since Liu Zhigang became the city's Public Security Bureau Chief and frequently traveled for work, Zhao Qiang simply moved in to keep her company.

Now Yujuan doesn't even need to cook breakfast anymore; Zhao Qiang buys it from the morning market on South Street after his run. And the first thing he did every time he returned was to go to Yu Juan's room, especially when Zhi Gang was away on business.

When Zhao Qiang gently removed Yu Juan's nightgown, her naked body was as white and translucent as snow. Sleeping peacefully, she resembled a drunken concubine, her rosy face alluring and captivating. Her full breasts were as elastic as a young girl's, showing no signs of sagging despite having given birth.

The fleshy cleft beneath her high, plump mons pubis seemed to possess a magical allure, drawing him to his lips to suckle the slightly fragrant labia.

Zhao Qiang pulled out his old, sturdy, thick penis, which stood erect like a unicorn dragon, its head exploring her honeyed depths. At this moment, Yu Juan's captivating eyes were always half-closed, her little mouth humming sweetly, her vulva arching upwards, the penis nestled within, warm and tight, an incomparably pleasurable sensation.

Her honeyed orifice overflowed with lustful fluids like a raging torrent, her two beautiful legs tightly gripping his hard penis, writhing and pulsating. Zhao Qiang's entire body was like a volcano about to erupt, shattering and bursting into flames.

Then, his soul slumped, collapsing limply onto Yu Juan's delicate body.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "This is the famous painting 'The Painter's Wife and Children,' created by the renowned German Renaissance portrait painter Hans Holbein after his first trip to England. In this painting, he expresses his deep and heartfelt affection for his wife and children. Secretary Liu, you are an expert; please authenticate it as genuine or a forgery." The speaker was nearly middle-aged, respectful and sincere, dressed in a sharp, high-end suit, his scholarly air undeniable.

"Hehehe, actually I'm a newcomer to this field, hardly an expert, but I can still offer some opinions," Liu Wushi said modestly, his tone revealing a hint of pride and smugness.

The man before him was Fang Feihong, the owner of a construction company. He claimed to be from Hefei, Anhui, and a friend of Qin Chao, the son of Qin Changsheng, his wife Qin Xinyi's elder brother. These past few days, he had been trying to secure a government project in the city.

"This painting captures the most subtle reactions of delicate activity, miraculously expressing her deepest inner emotions through the sickly, often tearful eyes of his wife. The figure and external characteristics form a unified, inseparable whole, constituting an exemplary style, making it one of the greatest masterpieces of portraiture.

Where did you get this, young man? It wasn't smuggled, was it?"

"Secretary Liu is truly a master! Your words hit the nail on the head, revealing the true meaning. A friend of mine bought it at the world-renowned Christie's auction house for $1.2 million, and then sold it to me at a low price last year. I've long heard that Secretary Liu studied Western classical oil painting in Paris, France, in his early years, and later turned to Chinese classical painting, especially flower-and-bird painting, which he has a deep understanding of. Here is a painting of lotus and birds by Bada Shanren, please take a look, Secretary Liu." With that, he spread the painting out on his desk.

A solitary rock stands upside down, withered lotus leaves hang askew, and a water bird with its neck tucked in and its white eyes staring blankly perches alone on top of the rock, appearing extremely lonely and isolated. It bears numerous seals, indicating that it has been collected by many people.

Liu Wushi's somewhat cloudy eyes shone brightly; this was undoubtedly an authentic work. His mentor's most admired piece was this "Lotus and Birds," and even on his deathbed, he lamented not having seen the original, a profound regret in his life.

With tears in his eyes, he recited, "'Thousands of strokes, few ink dots, many tears,' this is Zhu Da's self-portrait. I never imagined I would see it in my lifetime! Zheng Banqiao's inscription on it truly captures the essence, expressing his sorrow and resentment as a fallen aristocrat, unwilling to accept defeat yet powerless to resist."

With trembling hands, he rolled up the scroll and handed it to Fang Feihong, saying, "Thank you for fulfilling my long-cherished wish. The opportunity to see an authentic work by Zhu Da is rare and precious. I hope you will take good care of it."

"A beautiful woman deserves a rouge gift, a martyr a precious sword. Secretary Liu, you are a kindred spirit of Zhu Da. With my limited talent, I am unworthy to possess Bada Shanren's gift, please accept it."

Liu Wushi shook his head and said, "I dare not accept such a generous gift. Please take it back. However, you are elegant in speech and skilled in painting. Since we are like-minded, I should lend you a hand. You need not resort to such a low tactic." His tone contained a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Alas, I had no choice. The social atmosphere is deteriorating these days; I had to go through many hurdles to get into your office. Secretary Liu's noble character is truly admirable."

"Our Party has always emphasized integrity and public service; how can we be swayed by sugar-coated bullets? From now on, don't do such sordid things. Everything must be done openly and honestly, with a righteous army, to win every battle."

"Yes, yes, yes, Fang Feihong's worldview and outlook on life have undergone a qualitative leap today thanks to the Secretary's words."

"You can go now; I have some things to take care of."

"Yes, Secretary, I'll be going now."

Liu Wushi grunted, and after the office door closed, he picked up the phone on the table. "Yujuan, why aren't you off work yet? How about we go out for lunch together?"

"Dad, I was just about to get off work too. Good Dad, where are you taking me? I don't go to any fancy hotels."

"No, no, no, let's not go there. A new place called Cuizhu Garden recently opened in the suburbs; it has a refreshing vibe. It mainly serves wild game; let's go eat some roe deer and raccoon meat. It'll detoxify, nourish our skin, and keep us young!

" "Go away, you old pervert! Park your car where you always have; I'll walk there myself.

" "

Hehehe, goodbye, my darling." ****************

... A criminal gang has emerged in the city these past few days, specializing in breaking and robbing at night. The reason it's considered a gang operation is because multiple thefts and robberies occurred at different locations during the same time period. Hao Zhifei convened a meeting of all the criminal police officers to brainstorm and find clues to solve the case. "The municipal party committee and government attach great importance to this case and have issued a strict order to our municipal bureau to solve it within a specified time. Comrades, if you still care about your jobs, please roll up your sleeves and work hard. Now, please speak your minds and suggestions. Let's all share our ideas and brainstorm." Hao Zhifei earnestly emphasized the importance of solving this case to all the criminal police officers. "Captain Hao, I think this is a mobile criminal gang. This kind of modus operandi has never happened in our city before. Judging from their methods, they are experienced. I know the habitual offenders in our city; it's unlikely to be them. We can rule them out." The speaker was in his thirties, with a full beard that made him look older than his actual age. His name is Fang Mingcheng, a top student from the China People's Public Security University, majoring in criminal investigation, and now the captain of the criminal investigation detachment. "Oh, please continue." "I think we should start with the migrant population, with hotels and rented houses. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility of collusion between criminals and outsiders." "That makes sense. Does anyone else have any opinions?" "I think it's also possible that criminals in the city have formed a gang to commit crimes together. It seems this group knows the area very well." Some people raised different opinions, and the meeting became a noisy discussion. At this moment, Director Liu Zhigang walked in, and all the officers stood up and saluted. Liu Zhigang waved his hand, inviting everyone to sit down. "Director Liu, some of the opinions you just raised are quite reasonable," Hao Zhifei whispered, reporting the meeting's proceedings. "Very good, very good. Comrades, our task is very arduous. Recently, our city was just about to strive to become a national advanced city in comprehensive social security management, and suddenly such a heinous case has occurred. The municipal party committee and government are very dissatisfied with our work. I hope everyone can overcome difficulties and conquer the challenges. I suggest that we start surveillance and tracking from today. All officers in each district should put aside their current cases and devote all their efforts to solving this case first. Everyone should be mobilized, working day and night in shifts to strive to complete the task as soon as possible." "Yes, we will resolutely complete the task." The officers stood up in unison. ********** ... "You lecherous bastard, you can't even be proper during a massage." Her voice was sweet and seductive, arousing Zhigang's lust. He grabbed her and pressed her onto the sofa, their lips already locked. His tongue swirled wildly in her mouth, intertwining with Yujuan's smooth, fragrant tongue. Yujuan's delicate nose twitched, emitting intoxicating, soft moans, her phoenix eyes glazed over, her soft, slender hands tightly wrapped around his neck. Zhigang lowered his face, kneeling between her deep cleavage, the air filled with the strong scent of milk mixed with her natural body fragrance. His lips murmured and sucked on her smooth, flawless skin, kissing her firm, high breasts. Yu Juan felt waves of pleasure surging through her body, spreading from her chest to every limb. She was incredibly hot and husky, and whimpered, "You lecherous devil, you're so bad, don't do this... no, oh, I..." Zhi Gang's one hand kept pinching her two lovely, cherry-like nipples, while the other hand rubbed her smooth, hairless vulva, his fingertips occasionally teasing the tender flesh around her mons pubis. Yu Juan's face felt burning hot, her breath quickened, and her burning desire blazed within her. As Zhi Gang's fingers penetrated her, her body and mind went limp. Her clitoris, engorged with blood, was squeezed between his fingers, sending a jolt through her. Her body swayed and heaved violently, and love juice gushed from the depths of her honeyed cave. She let out a soul-stirring moan. Zhi Gang pulled out his rock-hard penis, rubbed it against her rosy vulva a few times, and with a shout, thrust it into her moist, enchanting cave. Yu Juan's tender honey hole was so tight and warm, a powerful squeezing sensation came from the glans, and he couldn't help but groan. Under his violent thrusts, Yu Juan threw her head back, her long, flowing hair cascading down, her slender waist swaying gently up and down, her beautiful body responding to his thrusts. A multitude of sensations washed over her—numbness, itchiness, and aching—leaving her feeling utterly exhausted. Zhi Gang's thrusts varied in speed and force, each stroke drawing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid and the tender flesh of her vulva. Yu Juan gradually lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure, her starry eyes hazy, her desire overflowing, her vulva convulsing, gripping Zhi Gang's thick, hot penis, causing it to swell even more. He gradually increased the pace and force, a gush of semen erupting into Yu Juan's bottomless depths, and she fell into a deep sleep. Although they had made love countless times over the past decade, Zhi Gang felt that each time brought different feelings and new gains. Her tight, virginal vulva seemed to possess a deep, magical allure, drawing him relentlessly to explore it. Sometimes he dared not go home, preferring to let work fill his life and mind, fearing that this uncontrollable lust would erode and drain his healthy body. He couldn't resist Yu Juan's alluring vulva, hairless and smooth, exuding an unnamed fragrance. For over a decade, each act of his indulgence was like his first wedding night, tireless, again and again. Sometimes he thought: fortune-telling books say that a woman with no pubic hair is called a "white tiger spirit," then Yu Juan, lying there with her jade-like body, was undoubtedly the embodiment of reality. The weather was still chilly despite the warming trend, and Yu Juan went to the inner room to get a blanket to cover his naked body. Looking at his sleeping face, she felt a surge of pity; after more than ten years of marriage, she had ultimately wronged him the most. She kissed his slightly dry lips, looked up at the grandfather clock, and saw that the night rain was drizzling outside the window. It was already midnight, and she knew that someone was waiting for her in the last room on the second floor. She opened the bathroom door and went in. ( The story of Yu Juan continues, part 3) As the wife of the municipal party secretary and a high-ranking official, Qin Xinyi had always been very particular about her appearance. Every morning, she would go to the Violet Beauty Salon for a facial mask, and in the afternoon, she would go to the sports center to do rhythmic gymnastics. This had been her routine since she retired from the Bank of China. Therefore, this woman in her fifties still looked radiant and elegant. Her daughter-in-law, Yu Juan, would always say, "Mom, you would definitely look good in a cheongsam; your figure is still so perfect. If I could maintain this figure when I reach your age, I would gladly shorten my lifespan by twelve years." Qin Xinyi walked out of the sports center as dusk approached, and the rays of the setting sun bathed the entire city in golden light, even the streets appeared golden. A gleaming Mercedes pulled up in front of her, and a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses climbed out, calling out, "Auntie, get in." This man was Qin Chao, Qin Xinyi's nephew. Qin Xinyi had come from Hefei, Anhui, to study financial management in Beijing. Since her parents passed away, her only remaining relatives in her hometown of Hefei were her eldest brother's branch of the family.

"You always like to show off. Didn't I tell you to be more reserved?" His words carried a hint of regret, but were actually filled with delight.

"Yes, yes, Aunt is right. I just can't remember. I'll definitely change next time." He opened the car door for Qin Xinyi to get in. A light blue suit looked both appropriate and beautiful on her.

As Qin Chao drove, he said to her, "Aunt, everyone in the village says you're the most beautiful woman in our area. At first, I didn't quite believe it. I thought, Aunt is getting old, how beautiful can you still be? But I didn't expect..." He deliberately paused, teasing her.

Sure enough, Qin Xinyi said, "I didn't expect to meet you like this, oh dear, what an old woman!"

"Oh, if Auntie is an old woman, then I'll go and marry one tomorrow."

"Haha, you little rascal, you're so glib, talking nonsense to your aunt like this, you're asking for a beating!" Pretending to hit her, Qin Chao leaned in and said, "Auntie, hit me, hitting is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love!"

"Oh dear, this is even more outrageous, if you want to go crazy, go home and go crazy with your Liling." Liling is Qin Chao's wife. A blush seemed to fade on Qin Xinyi's face, but a slight joy was in her heart.

"Xiao Chao, where are you driving to? I still need to pick up Xiaomai." Xiaomai is Liu Zhigang's only son, currently studying at a private school.

“I called and asked. His school is having a weekend party today, so my cousin will be home late. The school provides a shuttle bus. Auntie, I'll take you to a restaurant run by people from Anhui. You haven't had hometown food in ages, have you?” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She still had jet-black hair, and a few faint crow's feet were visible around her phoenix eyes, but her skin was fair and radiant, exuding charm in the setting sun.

The restaurant was located at the foot of a small hill in the southwest of the city, with beautiful scenery, and its name was “Wild Geese Flying South.” Qin Xinyi exclaimed in approval upon seeing the name.

“These are all authentic Anhui dishes. This is ‘Swallow’s Nest Phoenix Tail Shrimp,’ ‘Mo Family Dried Tofu Strips,’ ‘Li Hongzhang’s Mixed Stew,’ ‘Wenzheng Mountain Bamboo Shoots,’ and ‘Zhu Hongwu Tofu.’ I know this is Aunt’s favorite.”

“It’s good that you still remember. Since I married into the Liu family, I haven’t tasted the flavors of my hometown for so long.” Qin Xinyi’s eyes were a little moist, and the scene of the family sitting around the table enjoying family time flashed before her eyes.

“Aunt, please wait

a moment. Later, there will be ‘Creamy Fatty King Fish’ and ‘Honey Sweet Potatoes.’ I haven’t had those in a long time either.” After eating for a while, the waiter brought four pre-mixed cocktails. Qin Chao picked up a glass and handed it to Qin Xinyi, saying, “Aunt, this drink is called ‘Angel’s Kiss.’ Would you like to try it?”

“Angel’s Kiss? That’s a nice name. Okay, I’ll try it.” She took a sip; it was mellow with a strong, exotic aroma. “Okay, Feihong, you drink too.” The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

“Actually, Auntie should drink this ‘Charming Martell,’ it’s more befitting of your elegance and composure.” Qin Chao picked up his Martell glass, the crystal-clear wine as vibrant as a rainbow.

“Your auntie is an old woman, what elegance? People will laugh at me.” Her face was already flushed.

“Auntie, wine gets better with age. A woman only has flavor when she reaches your age, only then is she a true woman.”

“Stop talking, you child. I, I, I have to go.” Qin Xinyi touched her already burning face and swayed as she tried to stand up.

Qin Chao quickly stepped forward to support her, her round, hot body leaning entirely against him.

“I, I need to go, to the restroom.” Qin Xinyi’s words were somewhat stammering, clearly drunk.

"Auntie, the restroom is right here." He opened the door to the side, revealing a spacious restroom with a large, full-length mirror. The woman in the mirror was flushed, her face radiant with desire.

Qin Xinyi didn't notice him following her in. Her consciousness gradually blurred, and in her daze, she felt her clothes slowly being removed. She wearily closed her red, phoenix-shaped eyes.

When Qin Chao removed her clothes, he was surprised by the old woman's slender body, still so youthful. A slim figure, delicate, fair skin, her breasts, though slightly sagging, were still firm and full. Her pubic hair was neatly and densely covering her mons pubis, with a long, faintly visible slit in the middle, tinged with a hint of scarlet.

Qin Chao buried his head between her legs, gently kissing the mons pubis covered by pubic hair. Qin Xinyi's still-plump body trembled violently, her jade legs twitching slightly, as if trying to break free but unable to resist.

Qin Chao stroked his swollen penis, rubbing the glans against her labia a few times, and said, "Aunt, I'm coming in." He thrust in and out hundreds of times, feeling a pulsation within his aunt's vagina, the surrounding vaginal walls gripping his shaft. At the same time, a thick, warm fluid gushed from the depths of her vagina, drenching his hardened glans, causing him to shudder.

The "Dragon and Phoenix Auspiciousness" private room was filled with the atmosphere of spring, the sounds of panting and moaning between a man and a woman amidst Peng Liyuan's melodious and grand folk songs, making it all the more eerie.

In her drunken haze, Qin Xinyi seemed to have traveled back in time to that summer, the day she received her university acceptance letter.

Her own brother, Qin Changsheng, was riding on top of her, thrusting into her, her lower body experiencing a wave of pain and tingling. "Little sister, I'll sell my blood to send you to university. Oh, little sister, your pussy is so tight, it feels so good."

"Brother, you're so good... Brother, I'm going to die, um, I'm going to die."

"Little sister, just hold on a little longer, ah, your sister-in-law's pussy isn't as good as yours, it's loose, not satisfying at all."

"Brother, just fuck me to death, I won't go to school anymore."

"Little sister, you're the first university student in our village, you're the first golden phoenix to fly out of our chicken coop. You must go, to make your brother proud." Qin Changsheng, panting heavily, ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto her. He had already made up his mind to go to the county town to sell his blood tomorrow; the money he borrowed was far from enough for her to go to school.

Qin Xinyi lay in his arms with tears in her eyes, her red lips gently licking his hairy chest and dark purple nipples. "Sigh!" She sighed deeply, tears streaming

down her face. Unexpectedly, as the years passed, forty years later, the one pressing down on her was her own nephew. Father gone, son succeeds—is this fate?

"How am I supposed to face anyone now? Where am I supposed to put my old face?"

"Aunt, I truly love you. You know? I was six years old that year, standing under the broken window of the woodshed facing south, watching you and Dad make love. Aunt, I've loved you since then." Qin Chao deeply sucked the tears from the corner of her eyes, murmuring his unforgettable love for her in her ear.

Qin Xinyi pushed away his hand, which was groping inside her, stood up, straightened her clothes, and said, "Let's go. Such a shameful act of immorality can only happen once. Let's pretend this never happened. If you mention it again, I'll kill myself." Her voice was resolute, revealing an unwavering stubbornness.

Qin Chao nodded helplessly, looking at his aunt's determined expression, he couldn't help but feel somewhat lost.

If it weren't for Liu Hong insisting on buying it, borrowing from all sides and forcing a mortgage, they might have missed this opportunity. The property prices here have skyrocketed more than tenfold, and Liu Hong felt increasingly smug. Because of this, Hao Zhifei's confidence in speaking to her had diminished considerably.

The school was currently holding a sports meet, so she was enjoying some free time and bought some daily necessities at several stores. Just as she stepped out of the Dongmen Building, a familiar figure caught her eye.

"Tang Sancai, what are you doing here? Didn't you go abroad?"

"Hey, old classmate, years have passed, you've grown even more handsome."

"Get lost, you never say anything nice to me, still so glib."

"Praising you isn't considered a compliment? The world changes so fast these days, it's hard to be a good person." Tang Sancai looked aggrieved, his gaze fixed on the increasingly beautiful young woman's ample bosom.

"Didn't you immigrate to Canada? Why are you back? Were you kicked out?"

"Haha, not much different. How about coming to my company? We can have a simple lunch, it's been a long time."

"Sure, my husband's been away these days anyway, I'm single, it'd be great if someone treated me to lunch."

"Then please get in the car." A Lincoln sedan pulled up in front of them, and a young man got out and opened the door.

"Is this your car? Wow, you've really struck it rich. Tsk tsk tsk, impressive."

"Xiao Qiang, Louzhonglou." Tang Sancai instructed the driver to drive, then continued, "It's quite elegant there, nestled against the mountains and beside the water. After dinner, you can even go fishing."

"Oh dear, I don't know how to fish, so I'll pass."

The car sped along the mountain ridge, entering a green valley, where a clear blue lake lay nestled among the mountains.

"How beautiful! I never knew there was such a beautiful place." Liu Hong exclaimed, "My deadbeat husband only knows how to work, work, work all day long. Sigh, he's so out of touch."

"You can't say that. People's police are for the people, how can we talk about leisure? Do you know how much the minimum charge is to go to a place like this?" Before Liu Hong could answer, "At least this much!" Tang Sancai spread out one hand.

Liu Hong stuck out her tongue and said, "Five thousand yuan? That's half a year's salary for him! You bourgeoisie are so corrupt and decadent."

Tang Sancai laughed loudly, "You're right to criticize me, but I'm a member, I can get a discount." Amidst laughter, they entered the Louzhonglou Villa.

The story of Yu Juan continues, Part 4. As dusk fell, Liu Hong, reeking of alcohol, got out of Tang Sancai's car. "Do you want me to take you upstairs? I'm not entirely at ease with you like this."

"Go away, I'm not drunk yet. I'll invite you to my house for tea another day, I'm really tired. Bye-bye."

Tang Sancai smiled faintly, and the car sped away around the corner of Chunshui Avenue. Neither of them noticed that a pair of hungry eyes were staring intently at them from the edge of Lishui Garden.

"Mom, why did you drink so much? I'm going to tell Dad." The one who opened the door was her son, Hao Zhaohui, a high school freshman.

"Go away, you little brat, mind your own business. Didn't you say you were going to have a baby?"

"I ate before I went home. My aunt went home today, and I had nowhere to stay, so I had to come back." Hao Zhaohui's aunt was married in Shanghai and rarely came back.

Liu Hong hummed in agreement, swaying slightly, and Hao Zhaohui quickly went to support her. Looking at his mother's flushed face, as radiant as a spring sunset, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

"I want to take a bath, can you run the water for me?"

"Okay, I'll go right now. You sit down and rest, you look so tired." Hao Zhaohui helped her warm, limp body to sit on the long sofa.

When he came out of the bathroom after running the water, Liu Hong was already fast asleep. Hao Zhaohui crouched down, gazing intently at his mother. Her long, wavy hair was jet black and glossy, her almond-shaped eyes beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly closed, and a hint of a spring smile played at the corners of her scarlet lips.

So beautiful! Hao Zhaohui's hands trembled as he removed Liu Hong's high heels and lifted her jade-like legs onto the sofa.

A breeze from outside the window billowed her dress, revealing her low-waisted, thin-netted lace panties, and a few strands of her fluffy pubic hair peeked out. "So many sleepless nights, I've been thinking of you while masturbating," Hao Zhaohui murmured, the intense pleasure of masturbation stimulating his nerves.

He brought his mouth to her crotch, deeply inhaling and licking. His mother's genitals had a strange scent, a delicate fragrance tinged with a fishy odor.

He ejaculated.

"Should we go up and check on things? Just in case there's trouble in the backyard." Fang Mingcheng looked up at Hao Zhifei's house. They were patrolling in pairs along Chunshui Avenue below Lishui Garden.

"It's alright. Look at that light; it's my son still in school. Let's look somewhere else,"

Hao Zhifei said dismissively.

As soon as they left, five men sat down in a van parked by the roadside. They exchanged smiles and pulled several pairs of stockings over their heads.

A terrified scream from the living room startled Hao Zhaohui from his sleep. He hurriedly threw on his clothes and went outside. A gleaming steel knife was already pressed against his throat. Five masked men, of varying heights, stood on his red and black carpet.

His first thought was a home invasion robbery!

"You'd better not move. This knife has no eyes; we're after your money, not your life," a deep voice said, perhaps deliberately suppressed.

Hao Zhaohui covered his head with his hands, leaning against the wall. He knew resistance was futile; the other side outnumbered him and had weapons.

"You've got the wrong person. My family has no money. Really, I'm not lying to you," Liu Hong pleaded, her voice trembling.

"Heh heh, someone riding in a Lincoln wouldn't have money? Who the hell are you trying to fool? Hand over the money obediently, or don't blame us for robbing you and assaulting you."

Several men had already started ransacking the place, but finding nothing of value, they spat and cursed.

A short man grabbed Liu Hong's long hair and cursed, "You... you bitch, hand over the money, or I'll cripple you!"

Tears welled in Liu Hong's eyes from the pain. She cried, "Brothers, I really don't have any money. I was just hitchhiking. Believe me, really, I'm not lying to you."

The short man's hand was already groping her full breasts. Her body trembled with fear, and her pitiful appearance only fueled his lust. "Brothers, if you don't have money, let's just relieve our pent-up desires on this chick. I've been pent up for days."

The men laughed, stopped what they were doing, and surrounded her.

Liu Hong's panties had been pulled down to her ankles, and her dark pubic hair couldn't conceal the intoxicating sight beneath. Her

snow-white, smooth body, her two tightly intertwined legs, her high, heaving breasts from the struggle, and her fragrant breath.

The short man, his triangular eyes wide open, no longer caring about the delicate work, leaped on top of her, his thick penis already thrusting into her slender slit. Her vulva twitched with pain and itchiness, causing the short man to cry out, "So good!" He brazenly pinched her two bright nipples, his thick waist moving violently, thrusting in and out completely, gradually causing a large amount of nectar to flow from the depths of her honeyed orifice.

Liu Hong was filled with shame and humiliation, her eyes tightly closed, two lines of clear tears streaming down her delicate cheeks.

The others stood by with smiles, watching, as if this was commonplace.

Hao Zhaohui, seeing his mother writhing and groaning in agony beneath the short man, felt his heart breaking, his facial muscles twitching, and his eyes blazing with fury. He carefully observed his surroundings. The four masked robbers were engrossed in the live erotic scene before them, some even masturbating. Clearly, they had ignored the young man.

Suddenly, he clenched his fist and slammed it into the face of the tall, masked man next to him. A row of teeth fell from the man's mouth, and he screamed in agony, clutching his mouth as he collapsed to the ground. The dagger flew a considerable distance.

Hao Zhaohui delivered a powerful left kick, striking the man who rushed towards him in the abdomen, sending him sprawling like a shrimp. His right fist lashed out, meeting the oncoming fist in mid-air with a cracking sound; he vaguely heard the other man's fingers pop.

In the blink of an eye, with lightning speed, three men had fallen in the room amidst the punches and kicks.

The short man hurriedly jumped off Liu Hong, assuming a fighting stance, his small eyes filled with disbelief.

Hao Zhaohui had already knocked out the man masturbating, coldly watching the short man's comical state.

Liu Hong groaned as she awoke from her unconsciousness; the first thing she saw was her son delivering a powerful punch to the short man's head. In the blink of an eye, Hao Zhaohui was holding her slender waist with one hand, a burning heat coursing through her body. She felt dizzy and collapsed into his arms.

When Liu Hong woke up, dawn was just breaking.

A clean white sheet covered her naked body, and a hand pressed against her mons pubis. Her face was flushed like aged wine; it was her son's hand.

Gazing at her son's handsome face, a faint black downy hair on his pursed lips, she knew her son had grown up and was now a man. He could protect his mother and their home, and a surge of pride filled her, causing a secret flow of arousal to her vulva.

"Son, why didn't you arrest those people? Your father has been busy catching them these past few days," Liu Hong said, stroking Hao Zhaohui's well-developed chest muscles.

"Mom, we can't do that. If they fall into the hands of the police, what will we say about last night?

I don't want Dad and you to lose face in front of others," Hao Zhaohui comforted her, sitting up in bed and leaning against the edge. Liu Hong nestled in his arms.

"I'm afraid, afraid those people will come for revenge. We're in the open, they're in the shadows." She was worried about those desperate criminals.

“No need to worry about that, they should be thanking me. They should have left the city by now. Hehe, they were afraid I'd change my mind.” Hao Zhaohui seemed to possess an extraordinary precocity.

His estimation was correct; those five people never expected to be so easily let go after their utter defeat.

They were truly like stray dogs, like fish that had escaped the net, rushing back to their hometown overnight to recover from their injuries.

“Should I tell your dad? I don’t want him to look down on me.” Liu Hongfang was hesitant and unsure.

“Mom, you’re such a silly woman. You have to confess something like this? And you’re a top student from a prestigious university.”

“Tch, you little rascal, how do you know so much at such a young age?” Liu Hongfang raised her fist as if to hit him, her seemingly angry expression even more alluring in the pale red light of the bedside lamp. Hao Zhaohui’s heart skipped a beat, and his underwear instantly pitched a large tent.

Liu Hongfang also felt the change under the sheets, her face turning even redder.

That little lecher must have already seen everything when he carried her to bed last night. The worst part is he didn't even put a nightgown on her, leaving her naked beside him. She closed her eyes slightly, deliberately ignoring him. But she could still feel a pair of hands roaming freely over her body, finally settling on her pubic hair.

She let out a long sigh; the desire aroused by that short man last night finally erupted like a torrent under her son's imaginative teasing. She let out a soft moan and collapsed beneath Hao Zhaohui's strong body.

Her son's long penis plunged deep into her honeyed depths with each thrust, causing the soft flesh inside to contract incessantly, resulting in her ejaculating a large amount of her vital essence. Under his violent thrusts, her rosy lips parted slightly, excited saliva flowing from the corners of her half-open mouth. A strange sensation spread throughout her body; she trembled and writhed, lost in thought.

She had experienced this feeling over a decade ago on the vast grasslands of Xilin Gol League, and now it seemed to return to her. She let out another strange cry, and amidst heavy breathing and delicate moans , she was reborn. She had been reborn.

＊ ...

"Yujuan, if you're free the day after tomorrow, how about coming with me to watch a competition?"

"Sure, I'm free anyway. What kind of competition is it?"

"My son, Zhaohui, is participating in the provincial middle school martial arts and Sanda competition. I'll come and get you then."

"Okay, sure. I'll contact you later." Yujuan hung up the phone, the slanting rays of the setting sun filtering through the Roman blinds, casting dappled shadows.

Suddenly, someone blindfolded her from behind. "Guess who I am?" She'd played this game for almost ten years. She scooped him up in a swift motion, pulling him into her arms.

"Of course, it's my precious son! Who else could it be?" She finished by giving him a big kiss on his slightly childish face. This was her biological son, Xiaomai, who spent all his time with her during school holidays.

"Where's your grandpa? Didn't you say you were going to McDonald's? Why are you back?"

"Yes, but when we got downstairs, an uncle called him away. He told me to go home and said he'd invite me another day. He really doesn't keep his word." Xiaomai pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Okay, okay, my little darling. Grandpa has something to do and can't go with you, but I'll go with you. Is that alright?" Yu Juan pinched his nose. Because her son attended a private middle school, mother and son rarely had time together, and at this moment, boundless affection welled up in her heart.

Yu Juan's story continues in part 5:

The Emperor Hotel is a wholly-owned five-star hotel. Due to its location in the bustling city center, business is exceptionally booming.

"Brother Chao, if this project could be taken over, I'm not exaggerating, but it could easily generate tens of millions in profit." Fang Feihong, slightly drunk, had a face as red as Guan Yu's, exuding a scholarly air.

Qin Chao carefully examined the Dingzhou blue-and-white porcelain in his hand. "Excellent, excellent, it's a genuine piece from the Five Kilns of the Southern Song Dynasty. Brother Hong, how much did you spend to acquire it?" "

Not much, you know this is what I do."

"So this time you want to switch gears and invest in highway projects. Firstly, to launder money, and secondly, to profit."

"Yes, Brother Chao is one of us, I don't need to hide anything. What do you think? I'll provide all the investment, and you can sit back and enjoy the profits."

Qin Chao chuckled, "That sounds good, but you know my uncle's character, it'll be difficult to get through to my aunt. Besides, my aunt has explicitly forbidden me from getting involved in this project."

"Then, are you just going to sit back and watch the profits flow out? This is a project worth billions!"

“Hehe, we don’t do things that let the good stuff go to waste. Besides, my uncle might be re-elected next year. As the saying goes, once someone leaves, the tea cools. This opportunity is fleeting, so we must seize it.” Qin Chao cast his gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window, the entire city laid out before him. “There’s someone who can change my uncle’s mind. The highway project is within his grasp. As long as this person agrees to help you, you can get the project done, and it won’t cost you much.”

A strange glint flashed in Qin Chao’s eyes

, a hint of mockery. He knew Liu Wushi had always been incorruptible, and money wouldn’t work on him. But everyone has desires, and no one is exempt. Fang Feihong stared blankly at Qin Chao with his bloodshot eyes: Could there really be someone like this who could persuade this local tyrant? Did he need someone from the central government to intervene?

Before he could finish his thought, Qin Chao slapped a photograph at him. The man in the photo had a youthful face and white hair, with piercing eyes.

"This man is Zhao Qiang. As long as he's willing to help, the project is practically guaranteed."

Just then, there was a rapid knock on the door. "Come in." A young woman rushed in, her pretty face filled with panic. "Chairman Qin, a group of people are causing trouble in VIP room number two, and the security guards can't control them."

"Hmm, Chen Lin, didn't I tell you not to panic in a crisis? Look at you, what's wrong with you?" Qin Chao criticized her while making an internal call. "Tang Fan, go to VIP room number two and see what's going on."

He turned to Chen Lin and said, "Have a seat. This is my sworn brother, Fang Feihong. Brother Hong, this is my supervisor, Chen Lin. Isn't she beautiful?"

"That's right, Brother Chao has excellent taste." Fang Feihong praised her, but his eyes were fixed on the alluring beauty.

"She's one of us, you don't need to hold back. Stay here tonight, let her keep you company."

"Thank you, Brother Chao."

Fang Feihong couldn't help but reach out and pull Chen Lin into his arms, groping her and making unwanted advances. Chen Lin lay whimpering in his arms, letting his hands roam over her high breasts and her pubic hair, a captivating expression on her face as radiant as the morning sun.

"Alright, alright, if you want to play around, don't do it here. Chen Lin, you can go out now. While you're at it, go check what time Zhongshu's flight is." Qin Chao interrupted their flirtation. Chen Lin was just one of dozens of public relations girls under his command, and he couldn't help but find Fang Feihong's eagerness amusing. Chapter 4, February 7th:
Lishui Garden was located in the most prosperous area of the city, practically prime real estate.

"Yes, Chairman Qin. I'll check right away. See you tonight, Mr. Fang." Chen Lin agreed, her last glance back as she left incredibly alluring, making Fang Feihong feel dizzy.

"Brother Chao, where did you find such a beauty? I'll go find one for myself tomorrow."

"If Brother Hong wants her, this is fine with you. After all, we're brothers." Qin Chao smiled faintly, a sense of confidence and assurance filling his entire being. No one can escape the shackles of desire, and Fang Feihong was no exception.

A young man walked into the CEO's office, his expression carefree and his demeanor efficient. "Chairman Qin, the matter from earlier has been dealt with. They were just a few people who had just returned from Xinjiang. Perhaps they'd been locked up for too long and were unaware of how quickly the world changes." He stepped forward and turned on the CCTV camera on the table. Several bald, fierce-looking men were bound like dumplings and lying in a pile of miscellaneous goods.

"Tang Fan, let me introduce you. This is my sworn brother from back in Hefei, Mr. Fang Feihong. He's planning to partner with me in some business. Brother Hong, this is my office manager, Tang Fan. You two should get to know each other better."

Tang Fan quickly stepped forward and shook hands with Fang Feihong, saying, "Mr. Fang, if you ever need anything from me, just let me know. You two get back to work; I have some things to take care of." He then bowed and retreated, closing the door behind him.

"Is this your son? He's quite handsome." Yu Juan watched Hao Zhaohui, who was full of energy on the field. When she saw him leap into the air, his legs drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and kicking the three-meter-high wooden planks to pieces, she couldn't help but clap her hands and cheer. "How can you bear to let your son practice this? Isn't it very harmful to his health?"

"Not at all. This kid is as strong as an ox, as fierce as a wolf." Liu Hong looked at her son excitedly, her expression focused, a hint of shyness flashing across her face. Suddenly realizing something, she quickly added, "Look at his hand strikes, cutting wooden boards and bricks like cutting vegetables. I'll have him perform a solo show for you one of these days."

Yu Juan said, "That's not necessary, watching now is enough. Hmm, why hasn't the competition started yet?"

"It's a performance now, Zhaohui is demonstrating Taekwondo skills." Liu Hong explained, her heart still tightly focused on her son.

At this moment, a phone rang. Yu Juan opened her handbag, and the number on the phone was her father Zhao Qiang's.

"Dad, what's up? Liu Hong and I are watching a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) match at the city stadium right now. Do you want to come with us?

No… Oh, you need to talk to me about something… Hmm, okay then. Drive the car here, I'll wait for you at the entrance."

She then shook her head slightly. "Liu Hong, I'm so sorry, your dad needs me, I can't watch with you. Bring Zhao Hui over another day."

Liu Hong quickly replied, "It's alright, go ahead and do your

thing. I'll definitely visit when I have time." "Dad, what's the rush? Why do you have to say it now?" Yu Juan sat in the front seat, her left hand naturally resting on Zhao Qiang's thigh. Her love for her father had only grown stronger with the passing years. She knew very well that this wasn't just filial piety, but also a kind of romantic love. Her flowing hair cascaded over Zhao Qiang's shoulders, and the scent emanating from her father always ignited the most primal passion within her. Gradually, her vulva became as moist as spring water.

The black Audi drove along the wide, tree-lined avenue. Zhao Qiang stared ahead; the road seemed endless.

His penis, which had been as limp as a winter worm, was now hard as a rock from Yu Juan's warm, moist lips. Yu Juan buried her pink face between his legs, moving up and down, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, supplemented by the gentle caress of her slender fingers. Soon, he ejaculated a thick stream of semen, so much so that even Yu Juan couldn't contain it; pinkish-white fluid overflowed from her cherry-like mouth.

The car quickly drove into the upscale villas of Yonghao Community, nestled against the mountains and overlooking the sea, with beautiful scenery. Two years ago, Zhao Qiang and his daughter loved the tranquility and beauty of the place, so they bought one as their love nest.

"Dad, did they say they wanted you to invest, or was it just a one-time handling fee?" Yu Juan, having grown up in the officialdom, was very shrewd and had been exposed to such practices for a long time.

As Zhao Qiang helped her remove her purple cheongsam, he said, "They're just following my wishes, Juan, what do you think?" The delicate, fair body before him made his blood boil again, and his right hand involuntarily slipped into her red lace-trimmed panties.

Yu Juan let out a soft, seductive moan, "Dad, a little deeper... ah, that's right... um, um..." Her left leg was half-draped on the armrest of the coffee-colored Italian leather sofa, her head tilted back against Zhao Qiang's shoulder, constantly emitting heavy breaths and moans, "Dad, Dad, you're so good! Come in quickly, Juan can't take it anymore." She lay face down on the tea table, her jade legs spread open, her petals exposed, dazzlingly beautiful.

Zhao Qiang shook his already swollen penis, lingered a few times at her white vulva, and then suddenly thrust in, all the way to the bottom, red waves gushing out, vaginal fluids gushing out. Instantly, the room was filled with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding and moans.

Yu Juan's Story Continued, Part 6: Every morning after waking up, Qin Zhongshu's first task was to go to the second-floor balcony to look at the lake.

Three years of studying in California had made him yearn even more for his homeland, thousands of miles away, and for the simple, idyllic scenery of his hometown.

Perhaps it was because the summer sun rose early, but by seven o'clock, the golden rays of dawn had already bathed the entire lake.

He would be back home by this time tomorrow, and the fragrance of rice blossoms and the chorus of frogs from his hometown often entered his dreams. Thinking of his mother's aged face, etched with melancholy and sorrow, he couldn't help but feel resentment towards his father.

The wall clock struck eight. He first looked around the house, picked up his large travel bag, walked out the door, and never looked back.

The taxi sped through Sensate Avenue towards Los Angeles International Airport in the southwest. A sudden ringing startled Qin Zhongshu from his reverie. It was his phone. Before him appeared a string of familiar Arabic numerals, and a stunningly beautiful face appeared in his mind—blonde hair, blue eyes, and a captivating figure.

Two years ago, on a bright spring afternoon, Qin Zhongshu, who was in the library, received a phone call. The caller's voice was tense, and a rapid-fire barrage of words filled the air. "I've been kidnapped! Come save me!" It was Li Pengfei. The two had come to the United States together from China to study business administration.

"You're being kidnapped and you still dare to call me? You're dreaming!" Qin Zhongshu mocked his blatantly flawed lies.

"It's true. Your name is Qin Zhongshu? Then bring $100,000 to the Giancarna Smelter. Remember, be quick!"

A strange voice came from the receiver, hoarse and with a slight Texas accent. He really was kidnapped! This kid, I told him not to gamble anymore, but he wouldn't listen. Serves him right!

Qin Zhongshu put down the receiver, carefully sorting out his thoughts. The Yang-style Tai Chi he'd practiced since childhood hadn't been for nothing; composure in the face of adversity was his consistent style.

The Giancarna Smelter was on Taylor Street, long abandoned and used as a warehouse, where the air was often thick with the smell of fresh hay and horse manure. Li Pengfei wouldn't dare gamble too much, so he often went to those third-rate areas to play games like Texas Hold'em. Logically, he shouldn't have lost this much; it was obvious these people were extorting him.

Qin Zhongshu sighed, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "Liga? There 's trouble ! " **********

... A clear voice came from behind, "What are you laughing at? Oh dear, brother, why did you take out Dad's eighteen-year-old wine to drink? See if he doesn't teach you a lesson!" Qin Zhongshu was taken aback. Perhaps due to the inheritance of his family's noble bloodline, his sister also had blonde hair and clear, bright blue eyes like the sea. "This is my sister Nona, and this is my savior Qin Zhongshu. He's Chinese," Li Jia introduced, handing his sister a glass of wine. "You Asians all look alike. My dad used to have a bodyguard who was Japanese, and he had black eyes and black hair like you. Hehe." Nona looked curiously at Qin Zhongshu, who wasn't particularly tall. "You know kung fu? Otherwise, how could you have saved my brother? So you're the one who saved him last time." That night, Li Pengfei dragged Qin Zhongshu, who was reading a book, and insisted on accompanying him to the opera house to see the Dream Ballet. Halfway through, Qin Zhongshu felt the urge to urinate and got up to go to the restroom. As he pushed open the door, he was startled to see four men inside, kicking and punching a young man. Seeing someone enter, the group stopped, and after recognizing Qin Zhongshu, they all breathed a sigh of relief. One of the men, a burly man with a thick beard, gruffly cursed, "Get lost, mind your own business!" He shook his head, turning to leave, when suddenly a voice behind him shouted, "Bullshit, Chinese pig! Despicable!" He stopped abruptly, slowly saying, "You're the real... idiots! Worse than pigs and dogs." A tall, burly black man roared and charged forward, his massive fist aimed at Qin Zhongshu's face. Qin Zhongshu slightly shifted his body, his right hand outstretched, grasping the man's fist and deflecting it. The black man couldn't stop his momentum, his large body lurching forward, while Qin Zhongshu's left fist struck him hard in the lower abdomen. The black man screamed, his body curling up like a shrimp, unable to move. Having already made his move, Qin Zhongshu showed no mercy. With a low growl, he kicked a short man who was about to come to his aid in the chest, then delivered a straight punch to the chin of another black man, who groaned and immediately lost consciousness. The bearded man stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief. He pulled out a gleaming dagger to bolster his courage. Qin Zhongshu coldly observed his brash, precarious appearance, smiled slightly, and shouted, "Get lost!" The young man, lying on the ground, watched them leave in a disheveled state, then staggered to his feet, extended a hand, and said, "My name is Liga. Thank you. The Edmondo family will always remember you." Perhaps due to the biting wind, the day seemed more desolate than usual. The metallic sky hung heavy over Taylor Street as Qin Zhongshu and Liga sat in a brand-new BMW. “I told you those were just small fry, you didn’t need to come in person. Don’t you trust Moni?” Moni was his trusted lieutenant, trained by the Edmondo family to be a calm and collected killing machine, capable of sitting motionless for over ten hours. For him, killing was as simple as drinking coffee. Qin Zhongshu laughed, “Not really. Don’t you know me? I always feel uneasy if I don’t personally oversee things. Besides, Li is my best friend.” Years ago, Li Pengfei’s father, Li Tie, cured his mother’s cataracts with his superb medical skills, restoring her sight. He had always felt a deep sense of guilt, as if he owed someone something. Liga handed him a Cuban cigar. “Alright then, let’s go inside and take a look.” A cold wind howled around the street corner, a boundless desolation. The tattered awnings on the shops on Taylor Street were frozen stiff, and there were few pedestrians on the street. They rolled up the top corners of their trench coats and entered the Gianca Smelter. The dim lighting made the massive factory seem even more empty. Poor Li Pengfei, disheveled and bruised, was tied to a marble pillar, surrounded by about a dozen men. "Release my friend, and I'll spare your lives." Although the other side outnumbered him, Qin Zhongshu was confident and showed no fear. The group laughed loudly, as if they had witnessed the funniest and most ridiculous thing in the world. But when they saw Li Jia emerge from behind Qin Zhongshu, their faces stiffened, and they fell silent for a moment. After a long while, a trembling voice finally rang out, "Li Jia, this has nothing to do with you. This kid owes us gambling debts." "Oh, really? How much?" "One hundred thousand, yes, one hundred thousand!" "Not that much! I only owe five hundred! You forced me to write an IOU! You robbers!" Li Pengfei cursed angrily. Liga chuckled and pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket. "I only have a hundred dollars, but I want to leave. What do you think?" A burly man in a brown jacket retorted angrily, "Liga, don't push your luck. You should know we're also part of the Antonio family." The Antonio family was the most notorious sex industry operator on the West Coast, owning three film studios and twenty hotels. "Fine, if that's the case, what's the point of you gambling here? Get your Carl to speak, or you're not leaving today." To balance the local interests of the various families and prevent infighting, the families held a meeting in Montreal eight years ago. The Antonio family controlled the sex industry on the West Coast; other families couldn't interfere, but they also couldn't interfere in other industries. These thugs were clearly unaware of this, a major taboo in the industry. The men turned deathly pale with fright. One of the burly men knelt on the spot, trembling as he pleaded, "Liga, please spare us, for we're all brothers from Moncanaro village in Sicily!" Liga and Qin Zhongshu exchanged a glance, and Liga said, "This whole affair started because of my friend. Go and beg my Chinese brother." He was intentionally trying to give Qin Zhongshu face. All the men's eyes turned to him, pleading, for they knew that if they didn't get past this, the punishment they would face back home would be unbearable.

"Release my friend first," Qin Zhongshu said, watching them untie Li Pengfei. "Remember, if you ever set up a gambling den on Taylor Street again, you know what will happen to you."

************ The villa in Pasadena was a long, white, L-shaped structure with stone fireplaces at each end. A row of neat flowerbeds lined the front, and a wide green lawn led to a large rectangular swimming pool.

A woman lay on the edge of the pool, wearing a black bikini. Her clean skin was thickly coated with sunscreen, shimmering slightly in the morning sun. A large straw hat covered her face, and a stack of towels lay beside her. Her full, high breasts bulged from the top of her black bikini, revealing a slender waist and a sexy hip that extended to long, shapely legs.

"Nona, you're so beautiful!" Qin Zhongshu slowly removed her bikini, her large breasts popping out, her golden pubic hair neatly trimmed. Under his blatant teasing, Nona trembled uncontrollably, soft moans escaping her sensual lips. Her legs were slightly parted, a long, thin slit glowing red in the sunlight.

Qin Zhongshu brought his mouth close, sucking deeply, his tongue lightly probing into her vulva. The slightly tight vulva was sweet and fragrant, intoxicating.

Nona felt as if a long dragon was writhing inside her, her vaginal walls tingling unbearably, her juices gushing like a raging sea. She moaned, "My lord, hurry up... I... I can't wait any longer."

Qin Zhongshu looked down at the moaning Nona beneath him. He didn't love her, but he needed a woman, and this alluring woman was exactly what he needed.

Although only in her early twenties, she was mature like a woman, her skillful lovemaking techniques and seductive moans no less than any woman he had ever been with. Qin Zhongshu, well-versed in classical texts and knowledgeable in ancient Chinese sexual culture, now mounted her, attempting a technique of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, followed by three shallow thrusts and six deep ones, causing the tender flesh around her labia to invert and outwards, her clitoris blooming pink and tender. Nona had never witnessed this sexual technique, a tradition with five thousand years of Chinese history, and was instantly overwhelmed with ecstasy beneath him, her soul almost leaving her body.

Finally, amidst Nona's joyful moans, they both reached their climax. Nona collapsed into his arms, her heart unknowingly bound to this Eastern man. She instinctively clung tightly to his strong waist, her alluring face pressed against his broad chest.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ When Qin Zhongshu, drenched in sweat, rolled off the branch, the bright moon hung high in the sky. Today is the fifteenth of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, a traditional Chinese holiday. He couldn't help but look up at the bright moon outside the window, wondering if his mother back home was well.

Like a cat curled up in his arms, Yamaguchi Shizuko whimpered and awoke from her weariness. Several passionate encounters had left the once energetic Yamaguchi

Shizuko exhausted, no longer the lively and innocent girl she once was. Her starry eyes were slightly closed, her hair disheveled, yet it couldn't conceal her captivating charm and allure. Her long, slender legs were white and delicate, sparse pubic hair draped haphazardly over her vulva, thick semen still damp under the moonlight, staining the sheets with saliva, sweat, and bodily fluids from arousal.

The dull, aching sensation in her vulva hadn't subsided when a tingling, burning feeling shot through her anus. The man beside her was riding her relentlessly, his energy seemingly inexhaustible, his passion and power ever-present. Zhi Zi was lost in reverie, her mind intoxicated. Suddenly,

the door was kicked open with a bang, and a blonde woman rushed in like a whirlwind, glaring angrily, her body trembling.

"Who is she? How could you do this! David, I love you, you can't do this to me!" Her voice was bitter, her eyes blurry with tears—it was Nona.

Qin Zhongshu glanced at her indifferently, gently pulled a thin blanket over Zhi Zi, then casually stood up and dressed, ignoring her completely.

"David, have you forgotten what you told me? You said you loved me, you liked me, have you forgotten all that?" Nona hugged him from behind, tears streaming down her face.

Qin Zhongshu looked at her in the mirror of the dressing table and said softly, "I haven't forgotten. I still love you, but I also love Zhizi. It's not contradictory, just like you don't only have me as a man. Tell me, since we met, have I ever stopped you from seeing other men?" He combed his hair as he persuaded her, "I'm going back to China in a few days. Leave me a good impression, okay?"

"But since I met you, I haven't been with any other man. I only love you, really!

David, you believe me." Nona's voice, filled with sorrow and longing, sounded poignant and moving in the quiet night. She had truly fallen in love with this Eastern man. His decisiveness, his generosity and humor, and the fierce aura he exuded always stirred her heart.

"Alright, alright, come on, let me introduce you. This is Yamaguchi Eiko, my classmate. She's Japanese." Qin Zhongshu took Nona's hand and made her shake hands with Eiko. "This is Nona, my good friend's younger sister." He patted Eiko's bottom. "Get up, let's go out for dinner together, and then go see a ballet performance tonight. Come on, Nona, help me tie my tie."

In just a few words, he easily resolved the conflict and grievances between the two women.

The ringtone rang persistently again, pulling Qin Zhongshu from his reverie. He sighed, pressed the power button, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes in deep thought. Romantic entanglements

had never been his style. He believed in decisive action; hesitation only led to chaos—a lesson his Japanese karate master had taught him. Moreover, Nona's background was complex, with numerous family conflicts. He didn't want to get involved in the American Mafia's struggles. Although he and Liga were sworn brothers, he carried the weight of his family's hopes and dared not easily sacrifice himself.

Shanghai Hongqiao Airport was bustling with people. A Mercedes-Benz S600 was parked not far from the exit, its gleaming finish and sleek lines making it the envy of car enthusiasts. A young man sat in the front seat, wearing sunglasses and a black suit that accentuated his sharp and capable appearance—this was Tang Fan. Four burly men, also dressed in black, stood beside the car, their attire mirroring the young man's.

After a while, a lean-featured young man of moderate build approached. Tang Fan was overjoyed at the sight of him, opened the car door, and rushed forward, "Brother, you're finally back! I've missed you so much!" His joy was palpable.

Tang Fan's real name was Chen Jiansheng. He was an athlete on the Hebei Provincial Wushu Team, a former provincial Sanda champion. Later, after injuring someone, he was forced to illegally immigrate to the United States. Alone and without relatives in America, he was reduced to fighting in underground boxing rings in Los Angeles, a truly miserable situation.

Two years ago, Liga took Qin Zhongshu to watch an underground boxing match. Qin Zhongshu admired his swift and fierce punches, so he asked him to work at one of Liga's clubs. Later, he had Liga deal with a competitor in his father's business in Chicago, and then arranged for a smuggler to smuggle him back to the mainland that very night

. However, upon his return, he was a Chinese citizen with Bolivian citizenship, and his name was changed to Tang Fan. Qin Zhongshu smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Not

bad, very energetic. Let's get together tonight, you two brothers." ********** ...

Zhao Qiang gazed at the fountain outside the window, dazzling under the colorful lights, but his mind was calculating the pros and cons. He slowly said, "Well then, I'll go back and discuss it, and give you an answer tomorrow." As a businessman, Zhao Qiang had an innate love for money, no different from a politician's passion for power. Although he was no longer short of money, refusing cash offered to him was absolutely not in his nature.

Fang Feihong had already noticed the glint of greed in his eyes, but it was fleeting. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "That old fox!" He could only nod and say, "That's right, that's right. Then I'll await good news tomorrow."

After watching Zhao Qiang's black Audi disappear from sight, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "Brother Chao, the fish has taken the bait, but the amount might change." "Hmm, let's wait and see . "

********** ... “Aunt, then I must go. It’s been so long since I’ve had a chat with Zhigang.” Qin Chao saw tears welling up in his aunt’s eyes in the rearview mirror, knowing she was moved by family ties, and he was deeply touched as well. “That’s right, you two brothers really should sit down and catch up. You’ve become so distant, unlike our generation…” Qin Xinyi’s face flushed slightly as she recalled the tender moments she shared with her elder brother, her heart warming, and her body secreting glistening fluid. “I heard Zhongshu is back from abroad. I’ll invite you and your son over for dinner another day. Sigh, Zhongshu is so grown up now… I’m getting old. Look at you, you’re almost fifty.” The Mercedes screeched to a halt, and Qin Chao pointed to the rows of weeping willows ahead, lush and green. “Aunt, when are we going back to our hometown? The banyan tree you planted behind the house is already a lush canopy.” He gently placed his hand on Qin Xinyi’s knee, feeling her body burning hot and trembling slightly. Suddenly, he saw a tear fall. "Aunt, don't be like this, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have..." "No, no, I was just thinking about some things from the past, so I lost my composure." Qin Xinyi raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes. "Let's find some time to bring your father over, so our whole family can get together. I haven't seen him in a long time. How is he?" "He's doing well, as strong as an ox, and he even opened a martial arts school in our area." A strange look flashed across Qin Chao's eyes. He noticed that her face was flushed with the passion of a young girl in love, and he knew that she was lost in her fantasies, her eyes filled with spring, clearly aroused. His hand involuntarily reached under her skirt, and where he touched, there was already a surge of moisture; her underwear was completely soaked. He pulled it down. Qin Xinyi gasped, "No, no, Chao'er, not here, not now... ah..." She feigned reluctance, but the fiery passion within her couldn't conceal her restraint. "Really, no, Chao'er, let's go back quickly, Zhigang and the others are still waiting." "Alright, Aunt, let's go back." Qin Chao released his wandering hand, started the car, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hint of disappointment on her face, and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Images from over forty years ago flashed through his mind: his aunt riding on his father, her beautiful buttocks swaying gently, her large breasts bobbing like ripe pomelos in front of the house—that wanton scene was unforgettable. A long row of trees covered red walls and green tiles, three stories high, an antique-style building, where birds occasionally perched on the tall sycamore trees in front. This was the provincial party committee's high-ranking official compound, where Liu Wushi, as a member of the provincial standing committee and secretary of the municipal party committee, held a high position and enjoyed exclusive access. "Why hasn't Zhigang come back yet? Didn't we agree to have a family get-together? That kid is really something." Liu Wushi glanced at the clock on the wall, his restless hands wandering under the apron of a beautiful young woman. "My darling, while your mother's out shopping, let's cool off a bit." "Go away, stop arguing. Can't you see I'm working?" Yu Juan wiped the grease off the kitchen utensils with one hand and pushed away the withered hand that reached out. "You haven't done what I told you! Don't bother me." She had conveyed her father's message to him that day, but he kept dragging his feet and wouldn't reply. She hadn't been giving him a good look these past few days. “My dear honey, this is really difficult. You know, every time an important project comes down, before we can even react, the higher-ups have already given their orders. Take this highway project, for example; two princelings have been eyeing it for ages. It's too risky for us to interfere.” Liu Wushi wrung his hands anxiously, protesting his innocence, beads of sweat rolling down his bald head. “Besides, although I'm nominally the commander-in-chief of the highway construction headquarters, there are many people here with much more power than me. Even if there's a lot of profit, they won't let me have it all.” “I don't care about that. At least my dad should get a share. Besides, we're not trying to monopolize it; it's about sharing the profits.” Yu Juan lowered her pretty face, her rosy cheeks showing a mixture of reproach and delight, her beautiful eyes sparkling with allure, her apron-clad waist swaying gracefully, making him drool. "Alright, I'll think of something else. Don't be angry, honey, it hurts me when you're angry." Liu Wushi flattered her with a fawning smile. "Tomorrow, just tomorrow, I'll definitely give you an answer." He then buried his head between Yu Juan's firm breasts, deeply inhaling their fragrance and the scent of milk, his desire rising. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Cousin, come, let me toast you." Qin Chao picked up his glass and clinked it against Zhigang's. "What have you been so busy with lately? I haven't seen you anywhere. Auntie said you rarely come home; that's your fault." "Sigh, I just caught a burglary gang, then a notorious thief came running, and now the higher-ups are assigning a crackdown on prostitution and organized crime. There's just so much to do." Zhigang downed his drink in one gulp and sighed. “That’s true, but it must be hard on you, Yujuan, taking care of the household for you. Come, let me toast you, Yujuan, to thank you for your care for my cousin over the years.” He then downed his drink in one gulp. “Cousin, to be honest, you should get a promotion, why are you always stuck in the same place! If you really need my help, just say the word, who else would I help if not you?” Yujuan’s phoenix eyes, framed by her willow-leaf eyebrows, glanced at Qin Chao and laughed, “These days it’s all about buying and selling official positions, why don’t you help Zhigang buy an even bigger one?” As she spoke, she pointed to her father-in-law, Liu Wushi, with her left hand, “Look, my dad’s face isn’t looking too good, we can’t say this in front of him. Hehehe.” She gently covered her cherry lips with her slender hand, exuding a shy and charming aura, even Qin Chao, who preferred older women to young girls, couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his heart. "That's not entirely true. Such negative phenomena do exist, but the Party Central Committee has made great efforts to rectify Party conduct in recent years, and the results are quite evident. Look at how scoundrels like Cheng Kejie and Hu Changqing have been brought to justice," Liu Wushi said with a slightly embarrassed smile, coughing deliberately a few times. "Zhigang, you should focus on doing your job well and not think about those crooked ways. Of course, if someone is truly outstanding, we can recommend them without favoritism, and they can be promoted even further." "Look, look, even your uncle says so, Zhigang, you need to work harder!" Qin Chao said happily to Zhigang. "When you rise to prominence, don't forget your brothers." "Sigh, you don't know, the budget for handling cases is tight right now, and the workload is heavy. We can't manage everything. Look at our bureau, we're short of personnel and vehicles. We ask the higher-ups, and they just dump everything on us with a single word. We subordinates can only watch helplessly," Zhigang said helplessly. "That's easy. How about this, my company will donate some funds to you. We're all one family, police and civilians, right?" Qin Chao smiled slightly. "It would be best if everyone knew that this benefit was brought about by your good fortune, Director. Otherwise, my donation would be a bit of a waste." The two were chatting happily, but they didn't notice that under the table, a lewd hand reached into Yu Juan's lower body, picking and twisting her white, hairless vulva, groping her.

Just then, Zhigang's phone rang. "What? Deputy Secretary Zhou's house was burgled! Okay, I'll be right there." Zhigang shook his head with a wry smile. "I have to go now. This thief is incredibly audacious, daring to break into the home of the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission. I need to go check the scene. Sorry, cousin, I'll contact you another day." Qin Chao quickly said it was alright.

Yu Juan, who was sitting next to him, also stood up. "I need to go back too. Zhigang, take me home. My dad has had a cold these past few days, I need to go see him."

"Yu Juan, let me take you home. Zhigang needs to rush to the scene, and besides, I need to attend a meeting after this happened." Liu Wushi hurriedly picked up his briefcase from the table. These past few days, Yu Juan had been indifferent to him, completely ignoring the burning desire in his heart, which made him anxious and prone to sweating.

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...

Upon first sight, he was instantly captivated, his soul swayed, forgetting his own identity and the fact that this extraordinary woman was his daughter-in-law.

Yu Juan squeezed his bald head tightly between her legs, her fingers lightly brushing aside the few remaining gray hairs on his head. "Good father," she said, "you're getting old. It's time to think about us, the next generation. Look at the world, how many officials are as honest as you? You're about to retire, so you should help your son secure a good position and save some money for your grandson. No one will say you're clean if you don't make money; they'll just laugh at you for being a fool. Tomorrow, talk to those people and ask them to give some profits to the local governments. Besides, they can't make money without the local governments' cooperation."

A sucking sound came from her vulva; he was sucking so intently, it was unclear whether he had heard her words. "Did you hear me?" She suddenly tightened her grip, and he let out a muffled cry. "My sweetheart, I heard you, please spare me. I'll do whatever you want, my sweetheart." Yu Juan smiled softly, spread her legs, and leaned back.

But Liu Wushi couldn't wait any longer and pulled down his pants, pouncing on her like a hungry tiger, biting and nibbling at her face, saliva dripping down her pretty cheeks. The BMW was a scene of passion, swaying like a boat on a wave.

Liu Wushi's old penis was engorged, thrusting powerfully, the rhythmic impact accompanied by Mendelssohn's light piano music. He was completely absorbed in the extreme stimulation, his mind and body oblivious to the world around him. With each contraction and extension of his glans, he felt a unique stinging pain. Yu Juan's exceptionally beautiful vulva was even more prominent at this moment, the intricate inner walls of her vagina gripping him so tightly that he cried out repeatedly, utterly defeated.

Meanwhile, Qin Xinyi's face was buried in the sofa, barely able to breathe, her lower body wracked with pain and itching. She wanted to cry, wanted to laugh, but at this moment she had lost herself, distant years flashing before her eyes, vivid and clear.

Qin Chao's entire upper body was pressed against his aunt's back, his hands pressed on her somewhat loose and sagging breasts, his waist thrusting repeatedly, violently pounding her buttocks. Her tight anus, layer upon layer, surrounded his penis, a forbidden pleasure filling their hearts.

"Aunt, is it good? Am I better than my dad?" Qin Chao's right hand had also inserted three fingers into her vagina, pinching and probing, instantly causing her to gush with vaginal fluid, moaning repeatedly.

"Ah...ah...I'm...I'm going to die! Just let me die...oh, no...be gentle...

ah, no, faster."

Qin Xinyi could no longer care about her usual elegance and grace. The most primal instincts of human nature were fully revealed at this moment. Heaven and earth ceased to exist, the love between husband and wife ceased to exist, there was no home, no propriety or shame, only the endless pleasure of sexual intercourse.

Yu Juan's story continues 8 "I don't need to say it, everyone should know the seriousness of this matter! The home of the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee in charge of political and legal affairs was burglarized! Tell me, what use are we police officers?" Liu Zhigang stood up angrily and paced back and forth around the square conference table. All the police officers lowered their heads. The director's eyes were red with rage. Anyone who ran into him was sure to suffer.

"I've told you all before that you need to be serious and hardworking in your work, and to nip any bad signs in the bud. This theft incident isn't a new thing; now that things have blown up, how are we going to handle this?" He became increasingly angry, picked up his peaked cap from the table and put it on. "You guys come up with a plan and report to me tomorrow. If you can't come up with anything by tonight, just stay here." With that, he slammed the door and left.

All the officers stood up and saluted in unison, then looked at each other, bewildered.

Liu Zhigang sat in his car, lost in thought. Was it really just bad luck, a dead end in his career? He had finally created a great situation, just entering the ranks of advanced cities in comprehensive social security management nationwide, bringing glory to the province and city. He thought he could use this as an opportunity to reach new heights, but unexpectedly…

But what he couldn't have imagined was that at this moment, in his own home, his beloved wife, Yujuan, lay unconscious, her eyes closed.

Exhausted from playing tennis with Liu Hong that afternoon, Yu Juan stripped naked as soon as she got home, revealing her gleaming, alluring body. She prepared a bath and removed her makeup at the dressing table. In the mirror, her beautifully even face was smooth and flawless.

She gazed intently at her exquisite features, becoming somewhat mesmerized.

Suddenly, she remembered the words of the wandering Taoist priest she and her father, Zhao Qiang, had met on Mount Putuo last year: "Beauty is fleeting, young lady, take care of yourself." She remembered shuddering at the time, wanting to ask more questions, but her father had chased the priest away, saying he was just another charlatan trying to swindle money.

She stood up and struck some poses in front of the mirror. Her shapely figure appeared even more beautiful and captivating under the warm orange light of the night lamp. Her firm breasts showed no signs of sagging with age, her lower abdomen was free of excess fat, and her white vulva, bathed in light and shadow, held a mysterious and alluring allure.

Just then, Yu Juan was startled. A masked man in black appeared in the mirror, small in stature with gleaming eyes, standing behind her, savoring the stunning beauty before him.

Yu Juan screamed, her body stiffening, her jaw dropping in shock. She was momentarily stunned, then a sharp pain shot through her neck, and she lost consciousness.

The man in black clicked his tongue, "A real gem! After all these years of roaming the underworld, this is the first time I've shown myself to you. Hehe, it's worth it." With a lewd laugh, he stripped Yu Juan naked. In the oval

conference room of the municipal party committee compound, the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

After two hours of discussion and deliberation, it was decided to establish a special task force to apprehend the thief and restore public order. The municipal party secretary, Liu Wushi, would personally serve as the task force leader, and Mayor Gu Xiangbo as the executive deputy leader. An office would be established under the task force, headed by Liu Zhigang, the director of the municipal public security bureau, to oversee routine investigations and solve the case within a specified timeframe.

Liu Zhigang stepped out of the meeting hall, looked up at the deep starry sky, and sighed deeply. Just as he was about to walk down the steps, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Mayor Gu Xiangbo.

"How are you? Feeling pressured? You need to let go of your mental burdens and go into battle lightly. As the saying goes, evil can't prevail over good, and there's no bad guy you can't catch."

Zhigang chuckled. "I am feeling a bit of pressure, but I will complete the task. Please rest assured, Mayor Gu."

"That's good. How about we ride in the same car and go see the night view?" Gu Xiangbo patted his shoulder and invited Zhigang into his car.

Zhigang quickly agreed, "That would be great! I also happen to have a work plan I'd like to report to the mayor."

It's an open secret in the city that Gu Xiangbo will be appointed as the next municipal party secretary. As a young and promising official, he has both the advantage of age and a powerful political background. His maternal grandfather is a lieutenant general and political commissar in the ** Military Region, wielding considerable military power and holding immense influence in both the military and political circles. Therefore, the energetic and capable Gu Xiangbo is currently a highly sought-after figure, with many vying to curry favor with him.

Gu Xiangbo's silver-gray Citro?n C5 quickly drove along Chengguan Road and onto Chang'an Avenue, the city's main thoroughfare, bustling with traffic and pedestrians.

The towering skyscrapers, brightly lit, combined with the neon lights of advertisements and countless homes, formed the dominant color of the city's night.

"This is our beautiful city. After so many years of reform and opening up, our Party has achieved some success, but there's still much work to be done. Many children still can't go to school, and many elderly people can't afford medical care. It's all our fault. Only when the people live in peace and prosperity will our city be free from tragedy and tears, and the towering neon signs will be free from shadows. Do you understand?" Gu Xiangbo spoke earnestly, his tone filled with compassion.

"Yes, yes. The current security situation isn't very optimistic; it's all because I, as the police chief, haven't done my job well," Liu Zhigang quickly admitted.

"But you can't say that. Improving the security environment requires changing the entire environment; it's not something your unit can solve alone. If the people live in peace and prosperity, who would willingly become a thief? Therefore, we must develop the economy; only when the people are prosperous can the country truly be strong!" The car stopped at the top of Wanshi Mountain. Gu Xiangbo and Liu Zhigang felt the breeze from all sides, instantly feeling refreshed. Looking down at the myriad lights below, they were speechless for a moment.

After a long pause, Gu Xiangbo pointed to the skyscraper with the giant clock hanging from it and said, "That's the headquarters of Tianjiao Group, the largest conglomerate in our city, accounting for nearly a third of our city's annual export earnings. It makes a huge contribution. You've heard of it, right?"

Liu Zhigang chuckled and said, "To be honest, Mayor, the CEO of Tianjiao Group is my uncle's son, Qin Chao. But please rest assured, Mayor, my father and I will absolutely not let personal matters interfere with public duties." Recently, the central government has been very sensitive about the children of high-ranking officials engaging in business, so he quickly explained…

but Mayor Gu waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry, I'm not like that." "I heard that Tianjiao Group did quite well overseas in its early years. It was your father's influence that brought them back to invest. Now it's a large, diversified enterprise with a bright future." He turned to Zhigang with a smile and said, "Recently, Tianjiao Group donated cars and some medical equipment to the municipal government, funded the construction of three Hope Primary Schools in rural areas, and donated ten police cars to sponsor your Public Security Bureau. I heard it was all because of you. There will be a donation ceremony in a few days, and I will definitely attend."

Yujuan had never suffered such humiliation and torment as she had now.

The man in black first tied her left hand and left foot, and her right hand and right foot to the edge of the bed, making her vulva face upwards. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked and sucked her delicately until Yu Juan could no longer bear the itching and began to secrete vaginal fluid. Only then did he lewdly laugh, "You...you slut! I used to steal things but not people, but now I've been tempted by you, you vixen, to break my vow. I don't know how I'll face my dead master in the afterlife." With a hateful voice, he pulled out his not-too-big-but-not-too-small hard penis and inserted it inside.

The layers of vaginal walls almost made his penis, which hadn't been used in a long time, unable to withstand it. He couldn't help but shudder, quickly focusing his mind and concentrating, pressing down on Yu Juan and making violent vertical movements.

Yu Juan's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, wanting to cry but unable to. The soreness from the binding of her wrists and ankles, as well as the prolonged pressure, made her breathing rapid and her panting heavily.

As the man in black released the last drop of semen, she thought the humiliation was over. But then, he untied her bonds, flipped her over, and ordered her to lie face down on the bed. She knew her rear was about to suffer!

The man in black roared, unleashing his most primal passion and urge. His face, veiled in black, was contorted with rage. His hands gripped Yu Juan's ample breasts tightly, the slapping sound of his hips colliding with hers echoing loudly in the spacious room.

Sweat and tears streamed down Yu Juan's face. Humiliation and pain caused her to groan involuntarily, which only fueled the man in black's bestial nature. He charged forward, yelling and screaming. She lay pressed tightly against the embroidered pillow, biting the pillowcase with her teeth, silently vowing: I will kill you! I will kill you!

From beginning to end, she remained silent, letting the man in black ride on her and torture her at will. She was speechless, her empty eyes devoid of their former brilliance, as deep and still as the emerald pools of Xihu Mountain.

Late at night, all was quiet. Yu Juan sat alone on the flower-filled balcony, her nightgown unable to conceal the burning pain and sorrow in her heart.

The bite marks and welts on her body would fade with time, but the scars etched on her heart would never fade!

As the wife of the police chief, the daughter-in-law of the municipal party secretary, what did it matter? She couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation again.

"My good daughter, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have left you. What a terrible project! I'll never leave you again, ah..." Zhao Qiang, seeing his daughter's miserable state, wept uncontrollably, his heart aching. He and Fang Feihong had gone to inspect the highway construction site, received Yu Juan's call, and rushed back overnight.

"Dad, Dad, it hurts so much! It hurts so much!" Yu Juan collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Only her father could soothe her wounded heart! "I want revenge! I want revenge!" Father and daughter were of one mind; amidst their pain, a burning desire for revenge ignited.

"Dad, don't tell Zhigang. I'm afraid he can't bear the truth. And how will I face people if word gets out?" Yujuan curled up in her father's warm embrace like a wounded fawn.

"Don't worry, once this case is solved, the organization will consider you. We don't discriminate based on kinship; anyone with talent should be promoted." Gu Xiangbo escorted Liu Zhigang to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau, offering earnest encouragement.

Liu Zhigang quickly thanked him, "Thank you for your guidance, Mayor Gu. I will certainly live up to your expectations." He stood quietly at the door, watching the car disappear from sight before entering his office.

"Chief, the brothers are all waiting for you in the conference room. Everyone stayed up all night, working on several plans. Please take a look." It was Hao Zhifei who entered; he rushed over as soon as he saw the light in the chief's office.

"Well, tell everyone to go rest. It's almost dawn, you should go home too."

"Alright then, Director Liu, you should also get some rest." Hao Zhifei placed the documents on the table and quietly slipped away.

Looking at the proposals, Zhigang couldn't help but sigh. They were nothing more than stakeouts and mobilizing the masses—completely unoriginal. He stood up and stretched, then heard noises coming from the typing room. "Strange, why is someone there at this hour?" he thought to himself, and strolled over, only to find a woman in white typing.

"Director, it's almost dawn, and you're still not resting." The woman quickly stood up to offer him a seat when she saw him enter.

"You're busy, you're busy. These guys have no sympathy for people. They've made you type all night. I'll see what happens when I get back." Zhigang noticed that the woman was only in her early twenties, with a dignified appearance, a graceful figure, and a unique charm.

“No, no, no, it was my own request, you can't blame them. I always feel like something's missing because the work isn't finished.” The woman hurriedly explained. She was just a temporary worker at the Public Security Bureau, her job was precarious, and she didn't dare offend anyone easily.

“What's your name? When did you arrive?”

“Ah, Director Liu, my name is Sun Shuqiong, I just arrived last month.” She paused for a moment, “Deputy Director Sun Zibai asked me to come.”

Liu Zhigang said “Oh,” and nodded. Sun Zibai was in charge of logistics and personnel, and he was always easygoing, so he had been deputy director for many years without being promoted, while Liu Zhigang seemed indifferent.

“Good, good, do a good job.” Zhigang smiled and encouraged him, then walked out of the typing room.

The sky was already showing a pale light, the first rays of dawn were appearing, it was getting light. He thought for a moment, hmm, he should call Qin Chao.

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...

Her battle-hardened vulva endured the alternating fast and slow thrusts, her panting and moans carrying a distinctly professional quality. Yet, it was precisely this artificiality that fueled Fang Feihong's burgeoning lust.

His artistic inspiration had long since transformed into erotic cells, replenishing his erect penis from top to bottom, making it ever harder. Even Chen Lin secretly admired his boundless energy at over forty. Her once impregnable fortress finally began to ripple under his relentless provocation. A flood of desire surged within her vulva, and she gradually emitted primal cries, fully immersed in the battle.

As dawn broke, a cool morning breeze drifted in through the half-open window. Chen Lin nestled against Fang Feihong's chest like a little bird.

"When did you enter the Emperor Hotel? How did it go?" Fang Feihong's lust hadn't subsided; his hands gently caressed the two radiant pearls atop her high breasts.

"Yes, I came here the year before last. Chairman Qin is very good to us. Working here, I won't be bullied, and I can finally feel like a human being."

"Oh, you used to be bullied a lot? Tell Brother Fang about it."

"If Brother Fang wants to hear it, I'll tell you." Chen Lin's face suddenly turned pale, her expression dazed, her gaze as if she had traveled through a time tunnel. "Three years ago, I graduated from art school. When I returned home, I found out that my family had already fallen apart. My older brother was addicted to drugs, and the drug dealers wanted to use my younger sister, who had just come of age, to pay off their debts. My father got into a fight with them and was brutally beaten into a cripple. My mother couldn't bear the torment and went insane..." Her tone was calm, as if she were telling someone else's story, only two clear lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, showing the pain in her heart at this moment.

"And then what happened?" Fang Feihong couldn't help but feel a little sad as he listened.

“My family kept all of this from me, afraid I'd neglect my studies. My sister prostituted herself to pay for my education, to pay for our parents' medical treatment, and to pay off my older brother's debts. After I returned home, those people came to me again, wanting me to do things for them. Brother Fang, at that time I was desperate, feeling like I was living a life worse than death. One day, those people came to the Emperor Hotel where I worked as a waiter, demanding I entertain them. When I refused, they beat me. Chairman Qin happened to be at the hotel then, and he saved me and drove them away. Later, those people all died mysteriously, and so I stayed there forever. Brother Fang, I belong to Chairman Qin in life and in death. Do you understand?” Her beautiful eyes shone with a holy light, filled with gratitude.

“So you were willing to do such things for him? Without considering any cost?”

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