Dancing Night Wanderer (Part 6)

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I mentioned going to Hong Kong, and Wushuang insisted on going too. She said she has dual citizenship, is over 18, and already has a US passport, so she doesn't need a visa to go to Hong Kong. I thought to myself, Taiwanese people are too clever for their own good; they always find loopholes in the laws of different countries to make things easier for themselves. Is this good or bad? It's hard to say.
Okay! Since she wants to go, Hanmei can't not go, otherwise her family won't approve her leave. Hanmei has a one-year multiple-entry Hong Kong visa, which she also got for me, so let's go together!
Yiyun should go too. She enters with a Thai passport, but it's only valid for six months, so she also needs to travel. However, she needs a Hong Kong visa, and she also needs a lot of documents such as proof of employment, a guarantee, and proof of funds. Siqin will handle all of these. Hanmei's company will issue a certificate hiring her as the deputy manager of the fashion department, and she'll get a fixed deposit certificate from a Swiss bank, give it to the travel agency, and it will be ready in three days.
How is it so fast? Hanmei relayed the travel agency's words: "Just one ￡20 million fixed deposit is terrifying. Hong Kong is so money-grubbing, why wouldn't they welcome such a wealthy customer to spend lavishly?"
The night before booking the plane tickets, Yiyun kept me company. I could tell she was preoccupied, and after a moment's thought, I immediately understood: "You want to go home, don't you?"
Yiyun was startled, tears welling up in her eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have..."
"What are you saying? It's normal to miss home. Your mother, brother, and sister are all here; missing them and taking care of them is only natural. Otherwise, how can you show the nobility of humanity? Otherwise, what's the difference between you and a grown-up wild beast?"
Wild beasts are raised, taught, and cared for by their parents when they are young. Once they grow up and their wings are strong, they never return. How many of them will repay their parents?
"Grandpa, thank you, thank you for your understanding!"
"How about this, let's have a big trip, a seven-day Southeast Asia tour, Hong Kong, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, and the Philippines, two days in each, and while we're at it, we can visit your family and make arrangements for your mother, brother, and sister, saving 100,000 US dollars for living expenses, is that enough for you?"
Yiyun kissed me passionately through tears, "Grandpa, Grandpa, you're so good, so good! I love you, I love you..."
"Crazy girl! This is called loving the crow and the house, understand? You haven't answered the question yet! Why are you crying!"
She wiped her tears on me, then smiled through her tears, "That's enough, too much! But it'll be a fixed deposit, only the interest can be used, no principal."
"That would be too stingy, 100,000 for each person, with the rule that the principal can only be withdrawn in case of a major incident. Your brother and sister can use the principal as a start-up fund if they graduate from university, how about this method?"
She giggled, even more excited than when I gave her 20 million US dollars of my own money. She rubbed me, almost biting me, to express her gratitude: "So perfect! You're so considerate and thoughtful, so generous and amazing, so beautiful and capable, I'm going crazy!"
"Go crazy! Come on up here, show me how crazy you can be!"
And so, she opened herself up completely, indulging herself, with only one purpose: to express her love and satisfy my desires.
That's how it was decided! In early March, when spring was in full bloom, we embarked on a grand Southeast Asia trip, six countries, fourteen days, with Hong Kong as a stopover for two days on each side.
With the winter plum blossom as her talisman, Wushuang's diligence and rapid progress were evident to all, and of course, she received her parents' approval. During those days, there happened to be a week when the school was organizing a graduation trip, a round-the-island trip. Wushuang gave it up, requesting an extra week of leave. Knowing her family background, how could the school refuse?
Her classmates, however, were not so forgiving, holding a class meeting to criticize her: "Unsociable, uncooperative, arrogant, looking down on others," and so on. Wu Shuang was initially furious, but then she changed her mind and felt sorry for these kids. For over two years, they had always given in to her, flattered her, and indulged her, even electing her as class monitor and willingly obeying her orders. So, she thought it was no wonder they were acting this way. She then stepped onto the stage confidently and said, "I was wrong this time, giving up the opportunity to have fun with everyone. But all good things must come to an end. After three years of being classmates, we will eventually go our separate ways. Please think about it, after May, who will be back here? I'm just a little bit ahead of time! To express my apology, I'm willing to hold a thank-you banquet for our teachers in advance, and I invite all of you to join me. We'll all go to the Hyatt for Japanese cuisine."
This won unanimous cheers from the class and won back everyone's hearts. They busied themselves discussing the time, assigning tasks, writing invitations, and making reservations, creating quite a lively atmosphere.
As a result, one weekend, more than seventy people, including the principal and teachers, flocked to the Hyatt and had a feast, spending over 60,000 yuan. Everyone was happy.
Wushuang thus deeply understood the power of money: it can bring people together, it can make the devil work, it can turn enemies into friends, and it can crush people. Therefore, she became even more determined to pursue a career in business.
Once, she told me, "When I was little, I looked down on merchants. I thought all merchants were unscrupulous, specializing in making a lot from little, exploiting people. That's why I studied music in high school. Only after studying economics did I understand the contributions and importance of merchants."
I deliberately tested her, "What's so important about them? Tell me!"
"If there were no merchants, where would daily necessities come from? Would we rely on our own two hands? We'd either starve or freeze to death! Besides, even if merchants are self-interested, they still have to use their brains, come up with ideas to cater to the public's tastes, and create new things for everyone to choose from in order to make a profit! This is the driving force behind invention, and also the most obvious motivation for invention."
This girl has grown up and can understand these things. Her words also inspired me to ask myself, "Why did I design that automatic control system?"
Initially, it was for my own convenience, to be able to grasp stock market trends, and also to make more money. Others must have the same needs, so why not make them public?
So, in late February, while waiting for Wushuang, I focused on designing a program based on the original design, tailored to the needs of people in different countries, in preparation for its launch.
The original program was already running, with immediate and outstanding results. In London, the margin had grown to over 200 million, and 2 billion was being used for normal trading. There were one or two entries and exits per week, with a minimum profit of 10%. To prevent unexpected events, I entered automatic sell commands: for each stock, a 3% drop would trigger an alarm, and a 5% drop would trigger an automatic sell unless otherwise specified.
The upper limit was set at 6% for short-term trading; unless there were major changes, it was unlikely to rise too much in a day, so 6% was already quite good.
Of course, careful stock selection was necessary. Although the stock market fluctuates with an overall index, individual stocks have their own performance; a drop in the overall weighted index does not mean that all stocks will fall, and vice versa.
On the second day of the program's operation, I spent an hour every night at 8 pm watching the market, using intuition to select stocks, make predictions, and issue commands, and I was almost always right. I spent more time on this in the days leading up to my trip abroad. I made a forecast trading order for January, and to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the market was to be liquidated and suspended after January.
The new program has five languages: Chinese, Japanese, English, French, and German. I don't know French, German, and Japanese very well yet, so I had to use the teaching software available on the market to teach these languages as a makeshift solution, translating and formatting the equivalent characters.
It was slow at first, but it got smoother as it went on. By early March, I had completed four languages, leaving only Japanese.
I also bought a smaller computer, put the Chinese program on it, and started trading from home, connecting it to Dachang for direct computer communication. The money in Hanmei's account increased rapidly, and by early March, after our trip, the balance had reached 120 million NT dollars.
I kept in touch with Luo Lin and her group, and we started meeting every Friday. Under my guidance, they also started short-term trading, earning over a million NT dollars a week with a capital of 40 million NT dollars, which was quite good.
I no longer cared about these small amounts of money, and we agreed to settle accounts monthly. She and Ajuan were truly impressed with me and did whatever I said. Before I left the country, I gave them a small slip of paper, specifying the entry and exit times and the stock names, telling them to make their own decisions. Sister Zhang settled the accounts for February and wrote me a check for 5.5 million.
I took it to Sister Zhang's house in the mountains and gave the check to Master Wang, who taught me martial arts. He had imparted all his knowledge to me, and I felt I should repay his kindness.
Master Wang was deeply moved, patting me on the back: "Young man, I knew you were destined for greatness, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. You're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you!"
"Master's teachings are excellent! Don't work too hard, get married, settle down, and enjoy life! If you need anything in the future, just tell your disciple. A few thousand or eight million is all it takes, and I'll support you!"
"Wow! That's fantastic! Okay! I feel relieved with that. Tomorrow I'll apply to go to the mainland, go back to Emei and Qingcheng in Sichuan, get a Taoist partner, and become a Taoist priest."
"Haha! Be a romantic Taoist priest! Okay, I support you. If Master builds a Taoist temple there, I'll donate ten million."
He left a new business card, printed by Hanmei, with Chinese and English on both sides, and gold lettering: "Jiali Apparel Import and Export Trading Company." His title was Director and First Deputy General Manager, and there were two addresses on the left, along with ten lines for telephone, computer, and fax.
Later, Master Wang indeed wrote a letter to an old Taoist temple at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, without mentioning the donation. I was sensible enough to immediately exchange it for a check for ten million NT dollars and send it over with a congratulatory letter. But that's another story.
At that time, I wrote another two million cheque and gave it to the Thai woman who hadn't left yet. During my training, she taught me massage and massaged me every day, which was quite hard work, but I never touched her.
She was extremely grateful, clasped her hands in prayer, and smiled from ear to ear: "Now I've really made it! I'm resigning tomorrow and going home to get married. Mr. Ding, you are my great benefactor!"
Her Mandarin wasn't fluent, and after almost two years, it was time for her to go back home.
On the way back, I suddenly thought of Narako, this Japanese woman with masochistic tendencies who had contacted me many times. She had spoken to Ah Lang on the phone, and he told me that five of his brothers, including himself, had been disciplined and verbally abused, either because they were "too small" or "too fast," and none of them could satisfy her.
I went straight to her apartment doorbell. A woman with a clear voice answered in simple Mandarin on the intercom, "Who are you looking for?"
I replied, "Is Ms. Narako home? I'm her friend, here to visit her."
The other person said, "Ah! I'm sorry, she hasn't finished work yet. Didn't you make an appointment?"
"No, I just thought of it. It's okay, come again next time! Goodbye!"
Just as I was about to leave, the other person kept calling "Hello, hello." I asked what was wrong. She said, "What's your surname? I'll pass on my message to Narako."
"My name is Ding Yun, goodbye!"
"Hello, hello, Ding Yun, you can't leave. Please come in and sit down. Narako misses you. Wouldn't it be nice to wait for her to come back and give her a surprise? Please come in."
Okay! Since I was already there, I might as well make the best of it. I pushed open the door and went upstairs. I called Yiyun from the elevator to tell her to come home later and not to wait for me for dinner. The
woman who opened the door was a mixed-race woman, about 173 centimeters tall, probably around 25 years old! She had mixed features of black, white, and yellow, possessing all the best qualities! She had the intelligent features of a Caucasian: a straight nose, deep-set eyes, a large mouth with full lips and white teeth, a square chin, golden-white skin, short black hair, a slender figure, and large, dark, sparkling eyes. Her eyes and eyebrows were long and slender, slightly upturned—the so-called "phoenix eyes."
She was very curious about me, greeting me respectfully and warmly, and invited me to sit on the sofa in the bedroom, as there were no chairs in the Japanese-style living room. She probably thought that I, a tall Chinese man, wouldn't be comfortable sitting like that!
She made tea for me and introduced herself in broken Mandarin: "I'm Narako's cousin, Yamato Michiko. I'm here in Taiwan for vacation. Please take care of me!"
Only when I got closer did I notice a flaw: a strong body odor, typical of Black people. Closing my eyes briefly, I could see that her sweat glands were particularly developed, making her sweat easily, and the source of the odor was under her armpits.
I really wanted to remove it for her; such an odor is hard to bear. She seemed aware of this, sitting far away, her arms tightly clasped, quite self-conscious.
I asked her how she knew me. She smiled mysteriously, a little mischievously: "I've been here for three days, and my cousin mentions you every night, describing you as so amazing—tall, handsome, and aloof! But you seem very kind to me!"
I smiled but didn't answer the question. Instead, I asked her why she was on vacation. She said, "I passed my doctoral exam at the Imperial University. Before getting my degree and starting work, I'm coming out to relax and treat myself. You don't know how stressful studying in Japan is. Six years of university life almost drove me crazy."
"Wow! I didn't realize you were a PhD! Amazing! But you should have gone to America to study."
She glanced at me, then lowered her eyes and said, "Do I look American? That's just appearance. I hate Americans, and I even hate my own appearance. My American father doesn't acknowledge me; I… am just an illegitimate child. My mother worked so hard to raise me until high school, and then she died!"
Another tragic story! I felt sorry for her and sympathized with her. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm willing to do something as compensation, if you can trust me."
She wiped away her tears in surprise. "It has nothing to do with you. Although we just met, I don't know why I trust you so much. I'm not usually like this. I feel uneasy with boys, but not at all with you. It's so strange!"
She turned her eyes and asked again, "What do you want to do for me?"
I said frankly, "Your unease is due to hereditary body odor. I can remove it for you. You won't have to worry about it anymore, and you can naturally handle all men, right?"
Her face flushed, but she looked at me firmly, trying her best to suppress her excitement. "Really? Are you sure? God, how is that possible?"
"Why not?"
"I've seen doctors, and they all said it's impossible. There are sweat glands all over the body. How can they be completely removed? Even removing them from under the armpits wouldn't be very effective, and the cost of that surgery is currently unaffordable."
"I can completely cure you, and without surgery. Just a soak in hot spring water and a massage will do. Would you like to try?"
She nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I'd like to." Then she asked, "When?"
"Tonight! I'm going on a trip to Southeast Asia the day after tomorrow and won't be back for two weeks. If I wait until then, you'll probably be back in Japan, right?" "
Not necessarily. I'm still unemployed. I can only look for a job after I get my diploma in early June. If necessary, I can stay until the end of May. But, since the surgery is so simple, the sooner the better for me... I'm not in a hurry to find a man, I'm just afraid it will affect my job search."
"What do you study?"
"Law! I have a doctorate in law. I once vowed to fight for legal protection for abandoned children and women." What a broad mind and ambition! I admire him.

◆A woman in my arms

After having dinner at the Grand Hotel, Narako drove us to Yangmingshan.
I had already booked rooms 702 and 703, two adjacent rooms.
Entering 704, I went through a hidden door to 702. Narako couldn't wait to pounce on me, ignoring the people around her, and kissed me passionately: "Yunyun, Yunyun, I missed you so much! You're so heartless, where have you been for months?"
I slapped her hard: "You haven't been idle either! Didn't A-Lang and the others keep you company? Go, go over there and wash up, soak in the hot spring, and wash away the filth."
She cried out in pain, "Ouch!" and obediently replied, "Yes!" before walking away with her head down.
Michiko Yamato was surprised and shocked, uneasy and indignant: "You were so mean to your cousin, how could you do that?"
I smiled bitterly: "I didn't want to do it either! But she has masochism and really wants to experience suffering, so I had no choice but to cater to her."
"This is not normal. Both abuse and being abused can be addictive, getting worse and worse, and can even lead to death. You... can't you cure her?"
"Ah! I've never tried it, and I didn't think of it. I'll try it later! Thank you for reminding me. Now I'll treat you. Please rinse off first and soak in the tub for ten minutes."
"I can wait, please check on my cousin first? She really needs you!" she said, blushing.
What a considerate girl; I admired her even more.
I went next door and closed the hidden door. Narako had already entered the large pond. I took off my clothes and went down to embrace her, closing my eyes and using my third eye to focus on her head.
She nestled against me, a part of her brain constantly sending signals, like sparks flying everywhere, her sex glands activated, transmitting through her spinal nerves to her lower body.
I roughly asked her, "Do you want to be beaten?"
The sparks became even more active. She said, "Yes, yes, I am your slave. I'm disloyal to you; whatever punishment you give me, I won't complain."
"I'll strangle you, just you wait!"
I pinched her tender flesh, sparks flying like silver trees, like exploding fireworks. She cried out in pain, but her pleasure nerves were already burning!
I thought, "This is it." So I covered the top of her head with one hand and channeled my mental energy and heat into it.
I could see it clearly; the purplish-red psychic power was like a laser, melting and evaporating anyone who blocked it. I carefully cleared that part away from her. In just a minute, I pinched her again, and the sparks disappeared, replaced by a blue signal. She cried out in pain, "Yunyun, please spare me! I'm made of flesh! How can I endure such torture?"
I withdrew my hand and asked, "Didn't you like this?"
"No! I don't like it now. I hope you can be gentle, like you are with other sluts."
I laughed. I really cured her; it was a good deed, I suppose!
I treated her gently, carried her to bed, and gently possessed her, giving her the ultimate stimulating pleasure. She responded gently, like a different person.
I rubbed her back and urged her to sleep, "Sleep well. I'll cure Michiko's illness and then call you back together."
She responded weakly and fell into a deep sleep.
Japan has a custom of mixed-gender bathing, so Michiko was soaking in the hot spring without any problem. She was surprised to see me wearing only briefs and about to enter the pool.
"What are you going to wear if you get wet? I won't look at you, don't be shy!"
She underestimated me! I was afraid of scaring her, but if that's what she said, why should I be afraid?
Michiko had been soaking for more than twenty minutes! She was sweating profusely, and thankfully the pool water had a strong sulfur smell, otherwise it would have been stinking.
Sitting on the pebbles behind her, I told her to sit cross-legged in front: "I'm using an ancient Chinese method to treat you. You'll feel very hot inside, but you have to be patient. I won't speak, and don't move around. I'll expel all the impurities from your body and dissolve the glands that produce body odor, and then it'll be done."
She sat up and nodded. I pressed her down a little, only her head above the water, and told her, "I have good news for you, your cousin's problem is cured."
"Which kind? Masochism or puberty?"
Quite humorous! I patted her head and jokingly asked, "Which one do you have?"
"The latter. I'm already twenty-four, shouldn't I have it? But it's no use. I have an inferiority complex. Japanese men look down on me; it's like I have original sin."
"How pitiful! I'll cure this one for you, and your inferiority complex will disappear. Actually, you possess the advantages of three major races; you should be proud!"
She looked back at me and laughed, "Really? My mouth is too big, my lips too thick, I look a bit silly. If I thinned my thick lips, perhaps I'd be considered beautiful."
I turned her around and told her to close her thick lips; she looked much better. I was determined to help her. I said, "Okay, now no talking. Let's solve it one by one..."
I pressed my hand on her dantian, slowly projecting some of my mental power, third eye, and heat into it. That batch of vital energy flowed down the central channel, reaching the perineum, before expanding outwards, permeating all the cells and tissues of the upper body. Any abnormalities were scraped away and expelled through the sweat glands.
This was a recent inspiration from Tantric Buddhism. Tantric Buddhism believes that there is a "central channel" in the middle of the human body, which is the passage for the soul. After death, the soul leaves through this channel and ascends to heaven.
I used her as an experiment, and it was indeed less strenuous and time-consuming; I didn't need to massage or rub
her until I was sweating. This part was completed under my remote supervision. I gathered my mental energy and concentrated heat to dissolve the impurities in her sides, then from her shoulders to her arms, clearing away the impurities. I then combined this energy and carried it along the Ren meridian to her chest, then to her legs, also removing the hair follicles and body hair. I withdrew my hands and dispersed my mental energy into the water, gathering up the toxins, impurities, and body hair, and threw it into the outlet. The foul smell in the room was immediately eliminated.
Michiko did suffer a bit; she felt like her insides were burning, her flesh and bones were melting, and even her teeth felt brittle! She later told me that it was worse than torture!
But she recovered quickly, feeling light and refreshed, indescribably comfortable.
I squatted down in front of her: "The first item is done. What's the second item besides the lips?"
"So fast?" She couldn't believe it. She raised her arm and smelled her armpit. Not only was there no more odor, but it even seemed to have a faint fragrance!
She knelt in the water, boldly cupped my face, and gave me a "tsk" kiss, then told me to smell her armpit too: "Smell it, it really doesn't smell bad anymore, it even smells good! What happened?"
I smelled it and it was true. I smiled and stepped back: "I accidentally broke a sachet just now, and you've become a fragrant beauty."
"Thank you so much, thank you so much! You are truly my great benefactor. When I get back, I will definitely enshrine your name and photo, and burn incense three times a day."
"Please! I'm not dead yet, are you cursing me?"
"Okay, okay, no incense, but three kowtows a day will do!"
"No need, you're disobedient, the second item is waived."
"No, no, I'll listen, I'll listen, sir, have mercy and save this little girl!"
This little girl has watched too many plays; she's reciting lines from a play! She knelt down and clasped her hands in prayer. I grabbed her hand and smacked her: "Stop being naughty! Tell me, what do you think you need to correct?"
"So many things! My mouth is too big, my lips are too thick, my front teeth flare out, my chin is too square, my chest is too flat, my hips aren't round enough, and my legs are too fat. Especially my calves, they look awful kneeling on the tatami! And they seem too short, they should be three centimeters longer."
"Oh my, so many! Do you think I'm a goddess?!"
"You want me to tell you? I have no choice but to confess honestly!"
Okay, she's turning the tables.
"Get up! Dry yourself off and lie down on the bed."
Michiko smiled and replied, "Okay!" She jumped out of the pool, not only drying herself but also knowing to get me a dry towel! Poor her.
She lay down on the bed, and I sat beside her, rubbing my hands together, closing my eyes, and massaging her lips. The heat was like fire, melting away half of the subcutaneous fat. I kneaded and shaped them into a rhombus, smoothing out her front teeth. Then I covered her chin, kneading it slightly longer and rounder. I rubbed her breasts, stretching them, and then turned her over to knead her buttocks, pushing some of the fat from her thighs to make them rounder. Only then did I work on her legs.
Longer legs weren't about the flesh; I had to work on the shinbones. This was going to be tough on Michiko! My hands were like branding irons, penetrating to the bone, using my mental power to lengthen them. She gritted her teeth, as if being tortured.
Sweat poured from her face and body, a faint fragrance indeed! Her legs were numb; even the sweat evaporated.
I bound her thighs downwards, not only lengthening the bones, tendons, and flesh, but also driving excess fat, like water, to the soles of her feet, where it seeped out from the Yongquan acupoint—two large bowls of it!
I wrapped her in a towel, flushed her down the toilet, and then carried her into the pool. "Lie still and don't move. Wait until the bones have solidified and the tingling sensation is completely gone before getting up, otherwise it will deform."
Michiko nodded and washed her face with water. "Oh my god! That was burning hot! Do your hands catch fire?"
I ignored her and lay down, closing my eyes to circulate my energy, absorbing nutrients and replenishing the consumed heat. After about half an hour, Michiko happily exclaimed, "Hana-san, I'm completely free of tingling, numbness, and pain. Can I move around now?"
"Yes, you can. Get up and get dressed! Remember to drink more rib soup when you get back and eat more calcium-rich foods. Also, avoid running and jumping too much lately, otherwise it's easy to break your leg, understand?"
"Yes! I understand!"
She gently got up, wrapped herself in a towel, and went to look in the mirror first. Seeing that her thick lips, teeth, and chin had really changed, her beauty had increased tenfold, and she couldn't help but want to jump. But she didn't jump, probably afraid of breaking her leg!
She quickly dressed, her thick legs transformed into long ones, her skirt shortened by two centimeters, revealing her round, perky buttocks and perfectly proportioned curves. She pinched her thigh—ouch!—to confirm it was real. She
then took off her clothes, grabbed a towel, and called out, "Hana-san, do you want to get up?"
Okay! It's almost eleven o'clock, time to go home, get up!
She then helped me with my body wash, and halfway through, she chuckled, "My cousin thinks about it every night, saying it's so big, so big, how come it's like this?"
"It's tired, sleepy, it's gone to sleep, you know?"
"Hey! I know, it's on strike! So the second problem is incurable!"
"Nonsense! When we get back to Japan, ask a Japanese man to treat you! They'll definitely know what they're doing."
"But I don't like Japanese men, I like you!"
"If you really like me, wait for me to come back. By the way, do you speak English? Do you know how to use a computer?"
"Yes, I know English, Japanese, and computers, and I also know a little Chinese, French, and German."
I thought of a way to help her, which would also help myself: "I designed a program, it's in English, can you help me change the English in the program to Japanese?"
"It shouldn't be a problem, but you have to teach me how to call a program first."
"Of course! You only need to revise the English instructions; you don't need to worry about the program's operation. That part is less than a fifth of the way through."
She helped me get dressed. "You can try it out. Maybe you can write it down in a notebook first and revise it later when you get back from your trip. That way, you won't mess up the program and waste your hard work."
"Okay! I'll send a computer to Narako's house tomorrow, and I can also teach you how to use it."
She was still naked, nodded, and pressed her 34-inch bare breasts against me. "This part isn't finished yet. Maybe we should work on it again tomorrow."
"No, no need. It's already set. It will naturally grow to the ideal size later. Don't worry!"
The next morning, I hired a small truck, delivered the smaller computer, and showed Michiko the blank automatic control system. From the warning instructions, page by page, Michiko read five pages and exclaimed, "My God! You're a genius! You created this program; it's patentable, and we'll make a fortune as soon as it hits the market!" "
I know, so please translate it into Japanese and take it back to apply for a Japanese patent for me. I'll ask you to be my representative in Japan, and I'll have you oversee all production and sales there. How about that?"
"My God! Really? Tsk, tsk! You're willing to hire me? I can't believe it! I've met such a wonderful, lovely, and magical lover..."
She hugged me and kissed me. I said, "Hey, hey! I'm your employer, your boss, not your lover."
"No, you are! I had a premonition in Japan that I would have a miraculous encounter in Taiwan, and it was true! You not only miraculously changed my body, but you also changed my destiny. I will worship you as my master; all my love has been given to you."
She wouldn't let go of me, talking incessantly. I said, "Don't you understand? I already have four wives and countless girlfriends. What future do you have with loving me?"
"No! I know I'm not worthy to have you all to myself. Being your girlfriend or mistress, like my cousin, is enough for me. But I won't be like my cousin. I'll only love you. I'll furnish a decent home in Japan for you to vacation in or do business with—wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Okay, let's finish this first, and then we'll think about this again when we get back from our vacation, okay?"
Michiko Yamato looked dejected and said resentfully, "Am I really that annoying?"
"No, you're beautiful, highly educated, capable, and ambitious. How could you be disliked? I just don't want to hurt you. I know Japanese customs don't emphasize premarital chastity, and in recent years, influenced by the West, things might be even more chaotic. But if you've been with me, and there's a comparison, other men will find it hard to satisfy you. Even if you get married, you might not be happy."
Michiko smiled bitterly. "In Japan, mixed-race people are second-class citizens. Rich and powerful men only treat people like us as playthings; they would never formally marry us. Illegitimate daughters are even worse off. Although I have a degree, I have no money or power, and I can't find a good husband, so I strive to improve myself. The purpose of my studies is twofold: first, to be independent, and second, to fight for equality and protection for women who have suffered. I've never planned to get married since I was little, so please don't worry about me."
She paused and continued, "I know we don't understand each other well enough, but you've kindly helped me make such a huge change. I have no money to express my gratitude, only my body, my love, and my fidelity. You can test me with time; I won't change."
"I don't expect anything in return. In fact, I already have three wives in Taiwan, so I'm not lacking in women. I don't deny that I have feelings for you, but I hope you can help me with this first, and then we can talk about other things, okay?"
I understood her intentions and didn't want to accept her offer, which is why I said that.

◆Traveling in Southeast Asia

Hong Kong is astonishing. Such a small island, crammed with so many buildings and so many people, I really worry that one day it will sink.
Hong Kong people are also really capable. In this small space, they have created an economic miracle, just like Taiwan.
On Sunday morning, March 1st, I flew to Hong Kong with Wushuang, Hanmei, and Yiyun, and immediately felt this different atmosphere.
Angel knew the way well! She picked us up at the airport and we immediately checked into the most luxurious Shangri-La Hotel, into the largest VIP suite.
The suite was on the top floor, overlooking half of Hong Kong and Kowloon. It had four bedrooms and a living room, facing the entire harbor. There were hundreds of fishing boats of all sizes bobbing on the water. Angel said that hundreds of thousands of people lived on those boats, living, growing old, getting sick, and dying on them.
She pointed to a golden-yellow building not far away: "There lives a remarkable man there named Golden Eagle, probably the richest man in Hong Kong with the most wives. Rumor has it he has over thirty, owns a private 727 jet, and is not even thirty!"
"Wow! That's incredible! He must have practiced kung fu!"
Wushuang exclaimed first. I said, "I really hope to meet him. Is he Chinese?"
"Of course! He's a Hong Kong-born Chinese. I didn't see that golden plane with the eagle emblem at the airport earlier, so he's probably not in Hong Kong. I heard he's very tall, with a small mustache, handsome and dashing, not unlike a young master. As the saying goes, heroes cherish heroes; I'm sure you'll get along well when you meet."
(For more on Golden Eagle's story, please see "The Eagle Soars Ten Thousand Miles.")
"If fate allows, you'll meet naturally. Don't force things. How about the investment opportunity you inquired about?"
Angel shook her head: "There are many, but none of them are suitable. We have no one here, and we can't stay long. If we go to England, we won't be able to help. Why worry about that? I think we should look in Europe!"
Hanmei chimed in: "Hong Kong will be returned to China in a few years. Everyone's worried about what it will be like. Hong Kong people all want to leave. Why should we get involved?"
Angel added: "Right! I heard Golden Eagle is planning to move its headquarters to New York. They've already bought an entire building and are also operating a building construction business in Vancouver."
Wushuang followed up: "Is that so? Why don't we go to England to accompany my wife while she studies? A few years would be great! After I graduate, we can come back and expand into Hong Kong and mainland China. It's not too late!" "
Okay! I was accompanying my husband while he studied, now it's the other way around, accompanying my wife while she studies!"
"Honey, don't say that! We're here for a vacation, and we have plenty of money. Why rush? Let's go sightseeing first, okay?"
Hong Kong is a shopper's paradise; we can't just go empty-handed! Let's go! Putting everyone else aside, Yiyun didn't have a single new outfit yet. She was about to go home to visit her mother and siblings, so she needed to dress up!
The group headed to the harbor, first going to the "Jumbo Seafood Restaurant" for a seafood feast, then browsing the department store in the King's Building.
This company, spanning eight floors, was twice the size of Sogo in Taipei, with everything categorized and available. Going through the entire place would probably take two days and be exhausting.
Luckily, there were maps. We only needed to browse the women's clothing, jewelry, and leather goods departments.
The goods were all high-quality, and the prices weren't cheap, similar to Sincere Department Store in Taipei. But Hanmei Wushuang thought they were much cheaper.
Since that was the case, let's buy! So, carrying bags and bags of clothes, each person bought over a dozen outfits, four or five pairs of leather shoes, and a set of jewelry, spending nearly a million Hong Kong dollars in one go. Yiyun didn't want to buy anything, but I forced her; we're all wives, so we should all be equal.
Angel was very generous, using her gold card to pay for everything. We bought so much stuff that we added four suitcases and had them delivered to the hotel. Wu Shuang forced me to go to the men's clothing section, where I bought a large batch of t-shirts, trousers, leather shoes, and suits, spending HK$30,000.
That evening, we went to Lei Yue Mun for seafood again. This time it was more down-to-earth; all the live seafood shops were gathered together, with dozens of varieties to choose from. After buying, we had it delivered to a nearby restaurant to be cooked fresh – steamed, boiled, stir-fried, deep-fried – and served in no time. The food was delicious and fresh, much better than in fancy restaurants, and the price was half and a half cheaper.
However, the location wasn't very clean; those who are truly particular might find it unpleasant.
The hotel provided a large luxury car, and Angel took us for a drive, quickly exploring Hong Kong Island, not returning to the hotel until after 10 pm.
That night, we had a private night of "pleasure." Yi Yun, feeling inferior, still refused to join the festivities, and I naturally didn't force her.
As the hostess, Angel naturally took the lead. After a couple of rounds, I chose her to practice together. Her long-absent body had accumulated a very strong yin energy, making her suitable for joint practice.
She had to go to work the next day, so she went alone, but she had already planned a sightseeing route: a cable car ride up the mountain in the morning, a visit to Ocean Park, a trip to Repulse Bay in the afternoon, and meeting up at the hostel in the evening for dinner to see Anita Mui's large-scale concert. The tickets were already booked; there was no way she could miss it.
The day passed quickly. Wushuang and Hanmei were exhausted, leaving Angel to manage everything alone. We were leaving for Thailand at eight the next morning, and she couldn't leave yet, so let her enjoy herself for a while!
Angel was full of confidence, but unexpectedly, she collapsed! She went too far last night and couldn't handle it today.
She wanted to stop there and practice together, but she couldn't control her restless mind and itchy heart. She had to apologize and visit each of their rooms to absorb the yin energy of each of her wives before she could calm down.
Upon reflection, it turned out the food was to blame. The past two days had been filled with delicious live seafood, which had triggered his "little brother's" urge to indulge as well! The monks' abstinence from meat certainly had some merit.
Returning home, Angel was already fast asleep, like a begonia in full bloom. Not wanting to wake her, he sat by the south window, gazing at the majestic Jin's Building. A sudden inspiration struck him, and he naturally used his mental energy to visit it.
The top floor occupied over 50,000 square feet, a multi-story design, surrounded by a ring of tropical broadleaf trees, encased in steel-framed safety glass. The interior was entirely controlled by air conditioning, with a thick glass panel in the center, two stories high. Below, there were passageways, gardens, and a swimming pool, all exquisitely designed, with carved beams and painted rafters, extremely luxurious. There were over a dozen rooms and a dozen maids. The master bedroom was empty, with only six women sleeping soundly on the large communal bed next door.
The master bedroom was also exceptional—a specially made, round waterbed, two feet deep, with exceptional flexibility; creating waves on it would surely enhance the beauty of the turbulent waters.
The study resembled a stock exchange, with over thirty television sets lining one wall, much like the monitors used in a stock exchange.
Upon closer inspection, I learned they were for intercom communication with the departments downstairs. The ten guest rooms were also empty. The living room, dining room, and atrium, like the central courtyard, had ceilings over five meters high, exuding grandeur, spaciousness, and opulence to the extreme.
I returned gracefully, feeling quite enlightened. We arrived

in Bangkok, Thailand, before 11 a.m., and checked into the Hilton Presidential Suite. We had planned to visit Yiyun's home together, but she firmly declined, saying it was too simple and unbearable to look at. She pleaded repeatedly, asking us to explore the city on our own, and agreed to bring her mother, brother, and sister to visit at 7 p.m. that evening.
Understanding her feelings, we didn't insist, giving her four US dollar checks and letting her go. The three of us, accompanied by a guide provided by the hotel, toured Bangkok.
Thailand is most famous for its Buddhist temples and most populated by monks. The gap between rich and poor is enormous; some live in thatched huts, barely sheltering from the wind and rain, while others are secluded mansions with trees obscuring their buildings. Compared to Taiwan, it's a world of difference.
I bought some handicrafts and Thai silk, filling two large boxes. I couldn't carry them around, so I had to ship them back to Taiwan first.
Yiyun returned with her mother, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. All four were dressed in new clothes, and although they looked a bit rustic, it was immediately clear they were honest and kind, not cunning or shrewish. We chatted warmly, ordered Western food, and ate in a luxurious suite. None of them knew how to use knives and forks, which embarrassed Yiyun. I also refrained from using them and led the way by eating with my hands, and everyone followed suit, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
Her mother was nearly fifty, in good health; her eldest brother was seventeen, her second sixteen, and her youngest sister was only ten, all pretty and delicate. The four of them treated me with almost fearful respect, while I encouraged her younger siblings to study hard so that they could become managers or assistants when they succeeded.
All four were overjoyed, and it wasn't until after nine o'clock that Yiyun called a car to take them home.
When asked about the house, Yiyun said that only one building had been completed, and all the facilities weren't yet in place, so it wasn't ready to be seen. However, the grocery store was already open, and they had no financial problems. She had already helped her family open fixed-term deposit accounts, and according to the plan, if her younger siblings wanted to withdraw their deposits, they would need to obtain university degrees and pass verification. Her siblings also promised to study hard. Yiyun said that she had finally put one big worry to rest. "
Is there anything else on your mind?" Strange!
She blushed and remained silent. That evening, when only the two of us were negotiating, she quietly told me that another matter was her hope for a quick settlement; she and the young mistress would both have several children.
Sigh! Lovely Yiyun, truly a typical housewife, her heart always set on a normal family and a large family of children.
She had traveled from Thailand to Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, and the Philippines, focusing on sightseeing, and bought ten boxes of things, which she mailed back home. Wushuang also took a lot of landscape photos and shot ten videotapes. She then went back to Hong Kong for two days before returning to Taiwan.
I noticed something that was both comforting and saddening. Chinese people can take root, thrive, and prosper anywhere, but they lack unity. Except for Singapore, they are a subjugated group in every country. Many outstanding individuals exist, especially in the business world; overseas Chinese dominate Thailand, the Philippines, and Malaysia. However, due to their lack of unity and organization, they are still bullied and exploited.
Back home, during a debriefing meeting, Wushuang, Hanmei, and Yiyun all shared the same sentiment. Wushuang launched into a grand pronouncement: "Let's start with ourselves! When we start a business abroad, we should recruit more of our compatriots to form a strong company structure. In our daily business dealings, we should encourage everyone to participate in political activities. During elections, we can either field candidates or sponsor a candidate's campaign. Over time, we'll definitely be able to change people's perceptions."
"I think you should study politics! You're bold, thick-skinned, and daring. You could be a leader anywhere, a second Margaret Thatcher!"
"Honey, are you scolding me or praising me?!"
"Of course I'll flatter you! I wouldn't dare scold my wife even if I had two lives!"
Wushuang laughed triumphantly, like a blooming rose. "Alright, I'll believe you this once. Let me tell you, I intend to enter politics, but I won't study politics. If I can manage a large company well and secure my support, running for councilor or minister will be a piece of cake. Studying politics without real ability easily makes you a weather vane. Even if you have your own opinions, you won't dare to speak them up. What power can you exert? Zhu Gaozheng said: 'Politics is the most sophisticated form of deception.' People who only understand politics only understand political deception. What kind of character do they have?"
I clapped and praised my wife. This wife is no ordinary woman. "What a capable person! So what do you want to study?"
"International trade, business. Cater to the public's preferences, achieve mutual benefit and balance, make money ethically, and use it ethically."
"Isn't that just deceiving people for money?"
"This kind of deception is different from other deceptions. First, it has a purpose, a clear strategy, foresight, and involves risk. Second, it chooses its methods carefully. You can't sell inferior goods as top-quality ones, nor can you force a sale, right? This kind of deception is aboveboard. Aside from a few public expenses like attendance fees and travel expenses, what part of politicians' earnings isn't illicit? The better ones wait for donations, the worse ones use lobbying, bid-rigging, and kickbacks. If you take someone's money, you're beholden to them; how can you dare to speak out righteously and strictly deal with legitimate matters?"
Everyone applauded. That makes sense! Look at Wushuang, this little blonde has transformed so much; she might really become a Mrs. Thatcher!
Hanmei glanced at the clock; it was nearly four o'clock. "Miss, it's getting late! We agreed to go home today, so hurry up and pack, we should leave!"
Wushuang pouted, packed the ten boxes of mail collected by the administrator, and separated three large boxes of gifts. Everyone helped carry them downstairs. Her driver was already waiting at the door. Before getting into the car, Wushuang muttered, "Damn it! Why doesn't she get married! It's so troublesome!"
Hanmei relayed this from upstairs. Yiyun chuckled, "Young mistress is so cute! Young master, I think you should really go through the formalities with her! It'll save you running around and causing trouble." He shook his head and smiled
bitterly, "Let's talk about it in England! Getting married here, given her family's wealth, they'll need at least three hundred tables, maybe five hundred for the banquet, with a whole host of customs and etiquette. That would be a real headache!"
Everything returned to normal. First, he checked the London stock market transactions. In half a month, as predicted, they had earned another fifty million pounds, which he added back to continue the cycle. Suddenly, he thought of Michiko.
Using my telepathic powers, I spotted Michiko at home, looking both relaxed and restless, glancing at my house every now and then. I figured she'd finished the translation and was waiting for me! Okay,
I went to the door and rang the doorbell. Michiko's voice was clear and surprised: "Who is it? Yunyun?"
As if by telepathy, my laughter barely left my lips before the door unlocked. Michiko called out urgently, "Come on in, come on in quickly, I've finished translating!"
The elevator doors opened, and Michiko was there, opening her arms to hug me, passionately kissing my cheeks, murmuring, "Yunyun, I've been dreaming about you, okay?"
Her breasts touched two soft mounds; they had clearly grown! I pulled her inside, laughing, "Grown up, haven't you? Thirty-eight inches!"
She was about the same height as Wushuang, thirty-eight inches would suit her perfectly.
Michiko was only wearing a kimono-style nightgown. She blushed and pulled open her chest for me to see, happily exclaiming, "Yes, you're the expert, please check!"
Wow! So bold, deliberately trying to seduce me! But I couldn't refuse; I am the creator!
Her golden breasts stood tall and firm like bamboo shoots, their areolas pink, each topped with a small, swollen cherry-like nipple, throbbing with a hint of excitement—so tempting! They rose and fell with her breath, like two active volcanoes; if I closed my eyes slightly, I could see a blue aura radiating from them.
I blinked, feigning a scolding, "Put it away! Are you trying to make me commit a crime? It's broad daylight!"
She chuckled, pulled up her collar, and led me into the bedroom. First, she brewed some herbal tea, then showed me her handwritten translation. The handwriting was neat, concise, and powerful; the first part was English, followed by arrows pointing to Japanese—meticulous and attentive. She was a capable and diligent person.
I turned on the computer next to me and asked her to read the Japanese aloud. Thinking I was learning, she read word by word. I sipped my tea: "Too slow! Read it at the fastest speed!"
Michiko exclaimed "Yes!" and sped up from the beginning, praising me. She read the first page, the second page, and finished all thirty-eight pages in one go, taking nearly an hour. I closed the notebook, kissed her cheek to thank her for her hard work, and fed her a cup of tea to soothe her throat.
Michiko looked pleased and smug, her dimples deepening, captivating and alluring. Her phoenix eyes sparkled as she looked at me and asked, "How is it? When are we going to officially input the edits?"
"Huh! Didn't you already finish?"
she pouted pitifully, looking a little wronged. "Where? You only told me to write it down, not to edit it. I didn't dare touch anything..."
She glanced at the computer and immediately noticed with surprise that the first page of warning instructions had been completely changed to Japanese. She stopped talking, stared at me with delighted surprise, and changed her question to, "All corrected?"
Smiling and nodding, she exclaimed, "Wow!" and pounced on me, shouting, "I knew it! I knew it..."

◆Old Five

"Know what?"
Michiko chuckled. "You're not human, you have superpowers, great powers, the greatest superman in the world." She
felt a surge of pride. But after seeing the world and traveling the ocean, she became much more humble! The world is vast and full of wonders. There are countless women like me, aren't there one in Hong Kong and one in Thailand?
But I'm still very happy. I patted her back and said, "I admit I have some ability, but I'm not the greatest. There's one in Hong Kong who married over thirty wives. I'm far behind."
She looked up in surprise, her eyebrows arching. "Really! You really have to work hard. You only have four now, plus me, that's five... But you're still young. Work hard for a few more years, and I believe you'll surpass him."
She touched my face, earnestly encouraging me. I was both amused and annoyed, tilting my head away from her delicate hand. "Marrying so many wives requires food! Where would I get the energy and money to feed them?"
She declared seriously, "If this system were released globally, it could earn you a lot of money. And some wives, like me, don't need you to support them; they can even earn money for you. You get both women and money, isn't that great!"
Well! She already considers herself one of the wives, and automatically ranks herself fifth. I really feel bad for her.
I can't be too rude, so I just glared at her. She smiled sweetly, opened a drawer, took out a large envelope, and pulled out two filled-out forms: "Please sign here. This is a power of attorney, authorizing this senior lawyer to handle your Japanese patent application. This is the application form, for submission to the patent office." Wow
, she's incredibly efficient! I just went on a trip to Southeast Asia, and she's already brought all the forms back.
"When did you become a senior lawyer?"
"Oh! I passed the bar exam last year! But I wasn't officially registered or had an office. This time when I go back, I'll rent an office and officially register. I'm a head taller than most Japanese men, isn't that enough to be considered a senior lawyer?"
She sat down at the computer, meticulously checking every word page by page. From the side, her expression was solemn and focused, her eyes bright and piercing, her nose straight, her face long, her chin slightly tilted forward—her features were distinct and resolute, possessing a unique charm.
Thinking of the scent, I couldn't resist leaning closer to sniff. She momentarily distracted herself, pulling me close to her neck, her other hand still typing, changing the screen—the message being: "Since you want to smell, then smell as much as you like!"
And indeed, the fragrance was still faintly emanating. I wondered, had I really broken a sachet?
Closing my eyes, I observed my internal organs; they were clear and bright, glowing with a bluish light. Between my gallbladder and stomach, there was indeed a ring of yellow light—the source of the fragrance.
I thought, "This is truly a special girl, possessing traits of yellow, white, and black all at once; she's definitely different."
She finished checking everything and let go of me: "Okay, mission accomplished! When do you need a copy? Send it to the Japanese Patent Office immediately to formally apply. It should be approved within three months. During this time, I need a little funding to rent an office to facilitate business negotiations with computer companies, producing through commission or collaboration, then negotiating advertising with advertising companies, and selecting distributors..."
I glanced at my watch; it was almost one o'clock: "Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll take you out to dinner and we can discuss this issue then."
I called Yiyun first, so she wouldn't have to wait for me to have lunch. Then I typed on the computer, instructing it to copy automatically. There were two blank hard drives on it, which could handle the task.
Michiko was so happy that she put on a dressing show right in front of me. The weather was already warm, and she was only wearing a black silk suit—black trousers, a black shirt, and a black blazer—but underneath, she was completely bare, even skipping the panties and bra.
I glared at her, and Michiko shrugged. "There's nothing I can do. The old ones are all too small. I bought two, they were so expensive, and I can't wear them anymore. I'll just leave them as they
are and wait until they're more stylish." Oh, I see. That's forgivable!
We went to Zhongshan North Road for teppanyaki. Michiko ordered two Martinis and happily ate them. Then she brought up the distribution business again. I thought for a moment: "Let's set up an office under the name of a foreign company! The start-up costs can be transferred in from outside,
and the profits can be transferred out. You go back and select a few managers to focus on this. You can only supervise and still do legal work." "I'll save where I can. If I, a small lawyer, struggle alone without joining a big law firm, and being mixed-race and unknown, it'll be hard to get cases."
"Don't be discouraged. I support you. Don't charge fees yet. Find cases that others don't want to take, win a few great cases, and you'll be famous."
"What will we eat? We'll starve!"
"You consider yourself my wife. How can you starve? Of course, I'll support you!"
"Wow! It's so beautiful! Cheers! To your promise!"
She excitedly downed her drink, then ordered two more glasses and leaned closer: "Sir, how about we go to the hot springs? I miss the water there so much!"
I rolled my eyes at her and ignored her: "Maybe we could partner with a big company, only charge a royalty fee, and let them handle the rest. You'd have the power to veto and supervise, which would be much easier. You know, some money can't be saved. Sharing food with others shows generosity, competence, and organizational skills. If you have to do everything yourself, you're only fit to run a grocery store, understand?"
"Okay! Got it, let's eat! I'm eager to take a bath!"
But to her dismay, I went to Sincere Department Store and bought half a dozen underwear and bras, five summer outfits, three pairs of flat shoes, and a ten-carat diamond ring; then I went to a Swiss bank to open an account and deposited one million US dollars.
Michiko smiled through her tears, tightly holding my arm. Without a word of thanks, she took the checkbook, gold credit card, and PIN envelope from the general manager, stuffed them all into her purse, and gracefully shook hands with him to say goodbye.
I followed, carrying a large bag, and got into a taxi. Only then did she collapse into my arms, sobbing softly.
Understanding her feelings, I silently stroked her hair to comfort her and instructed the driver to take us to the China World Hotel in Yangmingshan.
She gradually calmed down, but still nestled in my arms, playing with writing words on my chest with her finger. I understood that the word was only one: "Love."
Entering room 703, she became lively, first serving me, undressing me to shower, then quickly stripping herself off and squeezing up to lather me with soap and wash my hair. Once we were in the hot spring, she nestled against me, saying, "I'm so happy! I've finally found the best man in the world!"
I deliberately asked, "Why were you crying just now?" She rolled her eyes at me before saying, "While I'm not a gold digger, I've suffered hardships and know the value of money, and it's hard to control. To be honest, I'm very poor. The travel expenses here were saved up little by little over the years. And now you're so generous, giving me a million yen all at once, which is equivalent to 130 million yen. How can I not be excited? I'm already quite good that I didn't faint on the spot. Shouldn't you reward me?"
Such strong self-control, she really deserves a reward!
"Alright! Tell me, what else do you want?"
Pointing to my heart, she smiled, "You, give yourself to me! Today, now!"
"Okay, since you're so eager, take it!"
She chuckled, tilted her head back for a kiss, and reached out to grope and pull at my little brother. My heart pounded, and I kissed her lips, sucking on her fragrant tongue. The thick, yin energy mixed with her sweet fragrance made me dizzy and blissful, much more exciting than kissing my "old" wives.
My little brother was infected, and it stood erect. Michiko couldn't hold it and cried out, "Wow!"
She broke free from my grasp to look, her eyes wide as she stared at the section of her penis above the water, panting heavily. "My God! It's so big! It's terrifying! No wonder..." "
No wonder what?"
"No wonder my cousin was afraid you'd miss me again!"
I took a breath and pulled back. Michiko became anxious and tried to pull me back, "Hey, hey! What's wrong..."
"Do you want to stay here? There's too much sulfur in the water, you can't handle it, don't rush!"
She sighed, as if reassured, and lay down again, snuggling close to me, concentrating on soaking thoroughly.
But a moment later, she got up again, pulling me back, "Alright, sir, it's so hot!"
I had no choice but to let her rinse me off with clean water, dry me off, and get into bed.
On the bed, Michiko was burning hot, kisses flying like snowflakes, filled with awe and longing for my erect penis, grasping it with both hands to kiss its tip. I said, "Aren't you scared?" "
I won't die, I think even my short, stout cousin can handle it, what am I afraid of?"
She lay back, adopting a fighting stance, and said this. I bent down and sucked on her two cherries. After only a few bites, she cried out, "Ah! Ah!" twisting her waist and trembling all over.
After a while, she groaned and pleaded through her teeth, "Master, sir, I can't take it, I can't take it, it'll numb me to death, please spare me!" She
knelt up, grabbed her ankles with both hands, and raised her legs, revealing her high mound. I saw that it was lush and tender, dark with an ochre tinge that thinned towards the bottom, a stream like a ribbon or a line of sky, a jade gate untouched by touch.
I moved the flagpole closer, the perfume already overflowing. The moment yin and yang touched, Michiko trembled all over, clenching her fists and groaning; she did "Tai Chi" in the stream, turning her pink flesh, her secret cave small enough to fit only a finger, contracting and twitching as if in spasm.
Michiko gasped with her mouth open, her eyes closed, as if waiting for the thunderous strike. I pressed the flagpole against the entrance, circling and teasing her. Michiko gritted her teeth, trembling, and thrust forward
with her hips. Slippery and wet, the head of my penis was already three inches deep, and clear blood seeped out, the color of peach blossoms. Michiko didn't cry out in pain; she could endure it. I retreated slightly and advanced slowly, watching myself being swallowed inch by inch, my heart filled with joy.
The pubic bones were joined, the flagpole was complete, the head of my penis pressed against the center of her flower. With a slight twist, Michiko immediately shook her head in response, her left hand clenched into a fist against her mouth, and sounds of "Ah, um" still escaped, intoxicating and driving me mad.
However, as a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, with daily battles and honed endurance, I was determined to unite with her and deflower her, so of course I wanted to leave her with the most beautiful, best, and most exciting impression, one she would never forget.
With rapid withdrawals and slow advances, each thrust sent shivers down her spine, a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she pleaded, "Yunyun, Yunyun, come here, let me hold you, I want to hold you!"
I leaned down and pressed myself against her. She clung to me tightly, as if clinging to her only lifeline. She licked and kissed me, murmuring, "Yunyun, it feels like ants are crawling all over me, it's so uncomfortable!"
"Is it exciting?"
"So exciting! Like being electrocuted, sparks flying everywhere."
"Does it hurt?"
"I can bear the pain, but oh! This tingling is unbearable!"
I teased, thrusting and pushing, and she responded softly, both afraid of my movements and wanting me to move—a truly contradictory feeling!
The movements gradually intensified, and the stimulation she received correspondingly increased. She couldn't help but twist her waist in resistance, hissing and gripping me tightly, as brave as a lioness. I, too, enjoyed the extreme stimulation and pleasure.
Secretly observing that she was in her safe period, I adjusted my rhythm, sharing the unrestrained pleasure with her. Perhaps it was long, perhaps short; in an instant, we both reached our peak simultaneously, soaring to the heavens together.
Coming back to consciousness from the climax, Michiko hugged me tightly with a joyful smile: "Yunyun, my lord, are you satisfied?"
This little woman, so endearing. She didn't consider her own feelings, only whether I was satisfied—so adorable!
She sucked on my soft lower lip, kissing my flower-like face: "You are a treasure trove, worth mining, worth loving. I am extremely satisfied! And you?"
Her phoenix eyes shot out a thousand strands of affection, eagerly entwining her kiss with mine: "I am equally satisfied! It's just too stimulating. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to take it and would collapse. I endured it again and again, and my bones were about to break." My
softened little brother rose again. I nudged her and asked, "Do you still want more?"
She must feel the heat and fullness, right? That narrow crevice was already completely filled. Michiko let out an "ouch," and whispered coquettishly, "My lord still wants more. I'll accompany you even at the cost of my life."
I looked at my watch and it was already past five o'clock. It was time to go back.
"I'll spare you! It's your first time. You shouldn't overexert yourself. Go back and rest well."
I pulled away and got up. Michiko busied herself rinsing me with water, as obedient as a little wife. Although there was slight pain and inconvenience in her movements, she endured it.
Feeling deeply sorry for her, I pulled her along and rushed over. I reached down and massaged her several times. The heat penetrated her bones and muscles, dissolving the blood stasis. Michiko's pain vanished completely, and she exclaimed happily, "It's so good to marry you! I don't have any pain anymore! We've saved a lot on medical expenses."
On the way home, I said I'd see her again the next morning and send out the copy. The one million was her allowance and personal savings; the expenses for setting up the company in Japan would be wired separately. Michiko initially disagreed and refused to accept it, but seeing my displeasure, she said, "Alright! Alright! I'll do whatever you ask! Don't be angry, sir!"
That evening, I told Hanmei and Yiyun about meeting Michiko. Neither of them were jealous or surprised. Hanmei, however, said, "Such a good girl should be brought back to live with us! There are still four empty rooms anyway."
Yiyun had always lived in a lower-class room, and when I asked her to move to a guest room, she refused: "She's ranked fifth here. The fourth-ranked person lives in a lower-class room. Where is she supposed to live?"
Yiyun quickly stated, "I'll move in first."
Yiyun moved in that very night.
The next morning I met Michiko and asked her if she would like to move in with me. She immediately agreed, and said with certainty, "I told my cousin last night that my husband would ask me to move back in. Although she was a little unhappy, she thought that visiting him would allow her to come and visit us, so she's actually urging me to move in!"
This was a real headache, but she would be transferred back to Japan soon, and we were going to England, so we couldn't linger for too long.
I asked her curiously, "How can you be so sure he'll ask you to move in? Aren't you afraid my wives will be jealous?"
"A man as extraordinary as you, no woman can hold onto you; the previous four all had the same heart. I'd rather you bring ten home than secretly play around outside, understand?"
She'd become a female psychology expert, how strange!

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