[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - 8

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Chapter Ten.

Lu Zhiyuan also felt incredibly comfortable. Siyun's little pussy, overflowing with lustful fluids, was still incredibly tight. All the vaginal muscles were clamped down tightly, every fold in the flower path sucking on his penis, hot and tight—truly the most sensual trap.

Lu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and slowly began to thrust, once, twice, not in a hurry to speed up. Although his body was still in good condition, he was, after all, over thirty years old, and couldn't recklessly thrust like a twenty-year-old lad.

Thrusting too fast would only ruin the fun. He deliberately pulled out a bit, not completely filling his daughter's flower path, rhythmically going in and out, occasionally thrusting suddenly to the deepest point, stimulating Siyun to tremble.

"Ah... Dad... Daddy..."

Under Lu Zhiyuan's nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, Siyun quickly became excited, but most of the insertions were just a light touch, barely reaching her clitoris before retreating far away. Lu Siyun felt time stretching out, her eyes closed, counting down the moments, awaiting that difficult, deep penetration.

"Oh haha...ha...Daddy...no...don't pull out..."

she pleaded, hoping to be possessed even more fully.

Lu Zhiyuan thrust in and out, bending down to tear open Siyun's sexy lingerie with both hands. In the moonlight, her white, smooth breasts contrasted sharply with the black silk fabric of her lingerie. Her legs, spread apart at his sides, long legs clad in black stockings, and the white, full buttocks at the base of her thighs, were irresistible. He wanted to gaze at this beautiful sight forever, until he died.

Lu Zhiyuan even suspected he would die sooner or later between his daughter's alluring thighs.

Being able to enjoy this beautiful body filled him with immense pride, not as her father, but as her man. Watching her writhe beneath him, driven to ecstasy by his penis, a masculine thrill of conquest surged from the depths of his heart.

He continued to tease his daughter, occasionally using the sharp edge of his penis to scrape against the slightly rough flesh of the upper part of Siyun's vagina, stimulating her vaginal cavity to flow with waves of fluid and tighten in waves. Even though Siyun had already lost her virginity, her vagina was still so tight and alluring, the delicate rings of flesh inside seeming to grip his penis, making Lu Zhiyuan feel the urge to ejaculate.

He didn't want it to end so soon, so to distract himself, Lu Zhiyuan raised his head, no longer looking at his daughter's tempting body. Looking around the room, this was the environment he had lived in for many years. Large floor-to-ceiling windows let in plenty of moonlight, illuminating the large art photograph hanging above the bed.

In the photo, a woman in a pale white floral cheongsam leaned against him, so dignified and virtuous, but now, looking at her, Lu Zhiyuan felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Just then, he heard his daughter's delicate cries, "Ah... Daddy... Daddy... I... Huff... Huff... I want..."

Siyun cried out wantonly, her rosy lips biting a few strands of black hair. Her usually refined and dignified appearance had become indescribably wanton and alluring.

In Lu Zhiyuan's eyes, two similar scenes seemed to overlap, and a voice shouted in his heart, "Conquer her, conquer her!"

The man gritted his teeth, leaned down, and pressed his mouth tightly against the girl's ear, gently blowing air; then he used his hard penis to stir continuously in the girl's vagina, causing the girl's body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah... Daddy... Give... Give me..."

Noticing that his daughter's brows were furrowed, and she was constantly uttering pleading cries, her tight flower hole was also beginning to tighten, Lu Zhiyuan immediately withdrew his penis, leaving only the tip of the penis wedged at the entrance of her vagina, slowly rubbing it.

"Ah...ah..."

Her whole body trembled, the temperature inside her vagina was scalding hot. She was ready to receive the pleasurable spasms and ascend to the blissful paradise. But in that instant, her father stopped. In that instant, Siyun fell from the steps of paradise into the unbearable hell.

Her whole body was weak, a tingling and numb sensation spreading throughout her body. She wanted a violent male torrent to bring her the craving orgasm. But then, her father stopped.

Just as Siyun was suffering unbearably, Lu Zhiyuan's offensive began again. His huge penis pushed into the depths of her wet and tight vagina, his thick shaft forcing open the layers of folds and thrusting wildly inside.

"Ah...ah...Daddy..."

Siyun's sensuality was activated again. She twisted her alluring body, her fair and proud breasts swinging in the air. A layer of fragrant sweat had already risen on her fair and crystal-clear skin, and her skin color turned crimson and bright, like a blooming peach blossom; her beautiful appearance became lewd and gorgeous, completely losing her former tranquility.

Countless tiny folds and buds on the flesh walls desperately squeezed Lu Zhiyuan's penis, wet, soft, hot, and tingling. This most tender and beautiful flesh in the world now felt like a small hand, tightly gripping the man's penis, making him want to ejaculate as well.

But when he glanced at the woman in the photo, he immediately hardened his heart, leaving the girl beneath him, who resembled the one in the photo, on the verge of orgasm. The father stopped again, and Siyun, who was being played with, felt like she was going crazy. The accumulated lust was about to ignite the girl's fragile body.

She cried out and begged, "Ah... Daddy... Daddy... I want... Give it to me... I want..."

At this moment, Siyun squatted on the floor, her hands on the ground, looking at the two people in the room, her dry mouth making constant swallowing motions.

As the passionate bodies of the man and woman intertwined inside, her eyes grew increasingly hazy. Her hands gradually moved upwards, inching closer to her already damp underwear. Biting her lip, she hesitantly parted the thin fabric and slipped her slender fingers inside.

"Daddy...Daddy..."

In her vision, her sister's hands and feet were wrapped around their father's body, twisting her waist and hips forcefully, trying her best to welcome his penetration.

Siyu's chest heaved more and more rapidly. She knew she couldn't bear to watch the scene inside any longer. She gritted her teeth and dragged her numb legs, using all her strength to turn her body to one side, leaning against the wall of the corridor. Although the scene before her eyes had disappeared, the visual stimulation was gone, but the sounds from inside the room could still be clearly heard through the crack in the door.

Her father's heavy breathing and Siyun's increasingly loud moans of pleasure automatically made Siyu imagine the scene unfolding inside the room. The cold wall behind her did nothing to cool her burning skin.

As her older sister cried out, "Daddy...Daddy...It's...It's coming...Give it to me...Don't stop..."

Siyu's fingers, rubbing between her thighs, moved faster and faster. Her ten fingers seemed to have a life of their own, completely out of control, parting her labia and pinching her already erect clitoris between her index and middle fingers, rubbing it vigorously.

"Mmm...Mmm...Mmmmm..."

Siyu bit her lip, unable to suppress her soft moans, which grew louder and louder, like a kitten in heat.

No, they'll hear! Just as she was about to cry out, she quickly pulled one hand back from between her legs and pressed it tightly to her lips. Her fingers were covered in the scent of her own secretions, and her lips were glistening with fluid. This unconscious, obscene action made Siyu's nerves completely out of her control.

She turned her head and saw her father's waist swaying back and forth forcefully. Siyun's long legs, clad in black stockings, were tightly wrapped around his waist, their ankles interlocked. The insteps and toes of her slender, beautiful feet were stretched straight. Her sister, no longer holding back, cried out loudly, "It's coming...it's coming...Siyun is coming...give it to me...ah...Siyun is going to pee...ahhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhh...ahhh..."

Siyu felt the flames of excitement ignited within her sister spread to her. She squatted down, tightly pinching her clitoris between her fingers. A sudden contraction gripped her vagina, the pent-up tingling sensation transforming into a surging electric current, gushing forth with violent spasms. Centered on her tender bud, a storm of pleasurable sensation swept through her entire body.

Her bare feet curled up, her toes digging into the floor as if trying to grasp something. "Mmm..."

Siyu bit her left hand tightly, the juices on her hand mixed with saliva flowing into her mouth.

In this strange place—the doorway to her father's bedroom—Siyu achieved her first true orgasm through masturbation. Every pore on her body felt so comfortable, like the sweat that followed a vigorous workout. No, it was even more comfortable, as if every cell in her body had been electrified, repaired, and refreshed.

"Ugh... huff huff..."

The girl, her legs already weak, slowly slid down to sit against the wall, her body still immersed in the afterglow of her sweet orgasm, her mind momentarily blank.

When she came to her senses, she found her older sister already on the bed, her buttocks raised high, legs wide apart, being repeatedly violated by her father from behind. Her own genitals felt cold; touching them, she found her cotton panties were already soaked, leaving a shameful mark on the floor.

She quickly wiped the water away with her palms, supported herself against the wall, and slowly stood up, dragging her numb and heavy legs, inching her way back to her room.

Siyu lay on her bed, looking at the bright moon outside the window. Her mouth was full of the taste of her own genital fluids, and there was a clear tooth mark on the back of her left hand.

Recalling the lewd scene from just now, she raised her right hand. In the moonlight, her fair palm was glistening with a liquid. She spread her fingers, and fine, crystalline strands stretched between them. Siyu's eyes were slightly glazed, and her breath grew hot. She extended her pink tongue and licked her palm little by little.

"Clap clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap clap clap..."

In a spacious dance studio at the Oriental Pearl Art School, a female teacher with her hair tied in a high bun rhythmically tapped her hands to the music, guiding the girls leaning against the mirror, their hands on the barre, through each exercise.

The room was brightly lit by the afternoon sun, and a high-powered air conditioner continuously blew cool air into the room, but the summer sun still made it warm.

The girls attending the basic training class weren't wearing pantyhose; their legs were bare, and they wore one-piece leotards, the tight black leotards revealing breasts of varying sizes underneath. With a leg lift, long, slender legs were reflected in the mirror. The taut fabric between the legs outlined the thin or thick labia of the crotch. Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large granular protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... rhythmic swallowing, irresistible! Click to enter.

The beautiful teacher with long, slender legs, habitually tapping her hand to the beat, glanced at an empty seat by the wall, thinking to herself, "I wonder how Lu Siyu is?"

This girl, who always had a solid foundation, actually twisted her ankle during warm-up. I wonder if she's feeling better now.

The girl she was worried about was now sitting on the empty bed in the infirmary, her legs bent, her back against the pillow by the wall, her pink dance shoes on the white sheets. If someone were standing by the bed at this moment, looking down the girl's thighs, they could see the alluring sight of her legs bound tightly by black fabric.

Unfortunately, the room was empty. Siyu bit her lip a few times, tilted her head to think, nodded vigorously, and pressed a few buttons on her small phone, dialing a number. After a ringtone, the call connected, and the girl hurriedly said, "Hello, Dad?"

Her voice was unbelievably sweet.

The weekend's meeting with her father didn't seem to have achieved Siyu's purpose; instead, it made her realize that her sister might be monopolizing her father.

Perhaps one day her father would abandon her. This morning, after dreaming of her father holding Siyun's hand and walking away, the girl woke up with a sad conclusion: perhaps she would never eat his delicious food again, perhaps if she got sick again, no one would carry her to the hospital.

But how could the lovely Siyu give up so easily? The girl secretly cheered herself up. She unusually lied to her teacher, saying she had an ankle injury and needed to go to the infirmary. Then, she secretly took out her phone from the classroom, intending to call Lu Zhiyuan. If her father spoke to her gently and caringly as usual, Siyu would feel better.

The other end of the line was noisy, and after a while, Lu Zhiyuan answered, "Siyu, what's wrong?"

Yes, her father's voice was as gentle as ever, Siyu thought happily. "Dad, I miss you,"

Siyu said in a sweet, childlike voice, her tone like sugar threads pulled from a honey pot.

"Hehe,"

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled, paused as if doing something, and then said, "Dad misses you too."

"Dad, what are you doing? Working?"

Siyu noticed Lu Zhiyuan's pause; her father seemed a little distracted. What could be more important than talking to his beloved daughter?

"No, I'm in the Western Auto City,"

came the curt reply.

"Ah? Dad, are you buying a new car?"

Siyu asked, somewhat surprised.

“No, it’s for your sister.”

Lu Zhiyuan’s reply contained a hint of a smile. “She said she wanted to come home more often, so I said it would be more convenient to buy a car, since she has a driver’s license.”

“…”

The girl suddenly felt her nerves short-circuit. Come home more often? That meant they would have more time together? Was Siyu going to be left out?

“Hello, Siyu, are you still there? Hello…”

Seemingly unable to hear the voice on the other end of the phone, Lu Siyu pressed the end button in a daze and sat blankly on the bed.

Her mind recalled her sister’s naked body, her buttocks seemed very soft and easy to squeeze, and the shape was also very cute. Her breasts were so big that they almost popped out, which men liked the most. And that elegant yet feminine appearance, no wonder her father liked her.

“What should I do?”

Siyu held her head and sighed softly.

“What should I do?”

A familiar voice suddenly rang out above her head. The girl looked up sharply and found Sun Meiyan standing in front of her bed with an ice pop in her mouth.

“Sister Meiyan, what are you doing here?”

Siyu asked blankly, her eyes wide.

"Silly girl, I heard you sprained your ankle after class, so I came to check on you,"

she looked Siyu up and down. "But you seem alright. I didn't expect our Miss Siyu to skip class. That's rare."

"Okay, Meiyan, I'm not in the mood to joke around with you right now."

Siyu lowered her head again, hugging her knees, and said listlessly.

"Oh?"

Sun Meiyan became interested, casually tossing the half-melted popsicle into the trash can, sitting on the edge of the bed, and putting an arm around Siyu's neck. "What's wrong? Tell me, maybe I can give you some advice."

"He has a girl he likes,"

Siyu murmured.

Sun Meiyan, of course, knew what the little girl was talking about. "Who is she? You're not as good as that woman?"

"She, she's my neighbor's older sister,"

Siyu hesitated for a few moments before giving a description that was close to reality, "She has big breasts, a good figure, and she's cute."

"Tch, but you're not bad either,"

Sun Meiyan rolled her eyes, glancing at Siyu's curvaceous figure, "She's got everything. All those rich guys lining up in front of our school gate, if you just beckoned, they'd all pounce on you like lapdogs."

"But she's smarter than me, and she's a student at Dongda University."

Siyu's voice sounded like she was about to cry.

"Oh, this is really a bit difficult."

Sun Meiyan tapped her head with her finger, deep in thought. Hearing Meiyan's words, Lu Siyu's face turned even uglier. It's over, even Meiyan thinks I have no chance.

"Slap!" Sun Meiyan suddenly slapped Siyu's shoulder, startling Siyu, who looked at her suddenly perked-up senior in surprise. “That’s it! We’ll figure out a way to get that woman away from your brother, right?”

Sun Meiyan said excitedly.

“What can we do?”

Siyu’s voice was full of energy.

“We can go and negotiate with her. If that doesn’t work, I’ll get a few of my girlfriends to confront her.”

Sun Meiyan said easily.

“No way,”

Siyu shook her head like a rattle-drum, “If my older brother finds out, I won’t have a chance.”

“That won’t work. Then I’ll find a handsome guy to seduce her and hook her up.”

Sun Meiyan tried one plan after another.

“It’s no use. She won’t be interested in the guy you find.”

Siyu waved her hand. If her sister were so easy to hook, it wouldn’t be so troublesome.

“That won’t work either?”

Sun Meiyan looked at Siyu, about to speak again, when Siyu interrupted her. The little girl slowly said, “Sister Meiyan, do you think… men really hate it when women are out partying?”

“Oh?”

Sun Meiyan looked at Siyu, who was deep in thought, wondering what she was going to say.

“Wasn’t Lin Beibei dumped by her boyfriend because he found out about her photos with other men?”

Si Yu said, recalling the story she’d heard that day. “Can we let our older brother know that she’s actually a bad woman?”

“That’s not difficult,”

Sun Meiyan replied thoughtfully. “Just take a few photos of her having fun outside, with her clothes disheveled. Nude photos would be even better.”

“So how exactly do we do that?”

Si Yu asked.

“What’s so difficult about that?”

Sun Meiyan smiled smugly. “Are you close to her?”

“Not really.” “Then here’s the plan. I’ll go find Zhang Hao first, and then you can ask her out…”

In the tidy infirmary, two teenage girls sat on the hospital bed, huddled together discussing this seemingly horrifying plan. From the outside, it looked like a casual afternoon chat, ordinary and relaxed.

The setting sun slanted across the busy streets of Dongdu, the cars painted in various colors reflecting a dazzling metallic sheen. Under the orange-yellow sunlight, the whole world was bathed in warm hues, making people even more restless on the hot afternoon. The driver of a black Passat was already fed up with the silver Polo in front of him.

He was in a hurry to pick up a boss who had flown in from Hong Kong, but the car in front of him wouldn't speed up, driving slowly and carelessly. Traffic on the Third Ring Road was heavy, and overtaking was difficult; his deal was worth hundreds of thousands.

Looking out the rear window, he saw what appeared to be two young girls in the car ahead.

These days, young girls with a little money buy a car, but they can't drive and they're blocking the road. He was frantic. He glanced at his wrist; the hands of his watch were spinning rapidly, and time was running out.

Finally, a bus cleared a space for him to overtake. The man slammed on the gas, the engine roaring, and the black Passat quickly overtook the silver Polo in the outer lane. The driver turned his head, wanting to see who was wasting his time.

Then, in the car he was overtaking, he saw two young girls. The girl driving immediately caught his attention with her pure and beautiful face. Her delicate features were as flawless as jade, and her smooth hair cascaded down her back like black satin in the sunlight.

Noticing someone overtaking from the side, the girl glanced over subconsciously, her watery eyes filled with tenderness, as if she were exchanging flirtatious glances. The Passat driver knew he was just imagining things, but this man in his forties couldn't help but let his mind wander. If his secretary were that beautiful, he'd gladly give up ten years of his life.

Just as he was still staring intently at that jade-like face, and wanting to take another look at her figure, the silver Polo turned around and drove off the Third Ring Road at an intersection. The girl, who had appeared briefly, vanished from his sight in the blink of an eye. Sigh

, the man couldn't help but sigh. What a pity, he hadn't even seen her all the way through; otherwise, he could have had a better impression, and maybe he'd run into her again someday. As he turned his head, still savoring the moment, he suddenly saw the Mercedes in front of him flashing its bright red brake lights, the glaring taillights blinding him.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he slammed on the brakes, but to no avail. He could only grip the steering wheel tightly, watching helplessly as the front of his car slammed into the rear bumper of the car in front of him.

With a loud bang, for the next few hours, the already congested Third Ring Road descended into chaos and congestion during rush hour.

The Lu sisters, sitting in their silver Polo, were naturally unaware of what had happened behind them, nor did they know what it had to do with them. Lu Siyun gripped the steering wheel tightly, carefully driving her newly purchased car. Although she had obtained her driver's license, she had driven it very few times.

Today, she wore a light purple dress with delicate metal chain buckles cinching her slender waist. Judging from the bulge in her dress, her bra underneath had no straps or strings, and the two adhesive cups lifted her full breasts high.

Looking at the outline of her sister's bra, Siyu felt a pang of jealousy. "This must be the new high-end lingerie Dad bought for her. Humph, from underwear to the car, she has everything."

Dad is so biased. Siyu tilted her head, biting her lip, staring at the bra lines on her sister's waist. Her little fists clenched tightly on the seat. Suddenly, she heard her sister's voice, "Ayu."

"Uh, what is it, sis?"

Siyu quickly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant, a smirk playing on her lips.

Siyun didn't notice her sister's strange expression and movements. Driving carefully, she glanced at Siyu's smooth thighs and said, "Your skirt, isn't it a little short?"

Siyu looked down at her short skirt. The already short hem was now wrinkled from sitting on the seat, the black and red checkered fabric barely covering the girl's shapely thighs, leaving her two round, white thighs almost completely exposed.

"It's alright, sis,"

Lu Siyu subconsciously tugged at her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles and letting the fabric cover a few more centimeters of her fair skin. "All my classmates dress like this. Can you drive a little faster? Dad drives much faster than you, we're going to be late."

To avoid continuing the conversation, the girl deliberately changed the subject; she didn't want to have any conflict with her sister right there.

"I'm wearing something a little short and you're already nagging me? You're even trying to seduce Dad while you're naked at home, humph."

Lu Siyu thought, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at her sister.

"I have to be patient,"

she told herself silently, "You'll get what's coming to you later."

Lu Siyun, of course, had no idea what her younger sister was thinking. Listening to the little girl's complaints, she simply curled the corners of her lips slightly. Speaking of Dad, he was entertaining a friend today, saying the friend had invited him to a performance—quite an elegant event.

It's said that men's social engagements usually involve alcohol and women, right? Maybe this performance was just an excuse for Dad. Thinking of this, Siyun felt a slight pang of jealousy.

"Ah, what am I thinking? This is Dad's job."

Siyun thought to herself, a shy smile appearing on her lips.

"Sister, we're here."

Siyu's sudden voice brought the lost Siyun back to reality. She jerked her head up, followed her sister's finger, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the brake, and slowly pulled over to the side of the road. After much difficulty, she found a parking spot on the street corner and spent seven or eight minutes finally parking the car. On

a street corner in the western section of Lianhu Road, a six- or seven-story building was painted yellow, which matched the Home Inn's yellow sign quite well, making it very eye-catching in the sunlight. On the side of the hotel, on the ground floor, there was another black wooden door inlaid with stained glass, with a sign much smaller than Home Inn's—Sunshine KTV.

This KTV was small, occupying only a third of the first and second floors of the building, and was quite inconspicuous compared to other karaoke venues on Lianhu Road.

In a room at the far end of the second floor of this KTV, a Toshiba air conditioner covered in black stains was running at full throttle, blowing waves of cool air into the smoky room. The wallpaper was faded beyond recognition, and several dark green empty bottles, some upright and some overturned, sat on a glass coffee table with a broken corner. The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts and ash.

Two young men sat sprawled on a worn red leather sofa in the corner. The slightly older man casually tossed his still-burning cigarette butt to the floor, not caring that it added another black hole to the tattered carpet.

"Damn it,"

he cursed, as the brown door swung open and a short young man rushed in, carrying a large plastic bag and sweating profusely.

"Why are you so slow?

Even buying cigarettes and alcohol takes forever," Awang grumbled, pulling out a chilled beer, still damp with sweat, from the bag and gulping it down.

"Yeah, it's fucking hot,"

the green-haired man with a buzz cut chimed in.

The house was built many years ago; the walls were thin, and the west-facing room was like a sauna in the afternoon.

Although an air conditioner was running non-stop, the people inside felt like they were in a sauna.

This karaoke bar belonged to a Shanxi businessman named Chen Deli. He had made his fortune mining coal in his hometown years ago. Later, a flooding accident landed him in court. He managed to settle the matter with the help of several provincial officials, but they squandered his fortune, and the mine was even taken over by one of their brothers-in-law.

Without money or power, he feared trouble from his former rivals and the families of the deceased workers. Remembering his small karaoke bar in Dongdu, he moved his entire family there. He'd spent half his life making big money, but in the end, he'd have to rely on this small place he'd casually bought years ago.

Of course, Dongdu wasn't a place a country bumpkin like him could easily navigate. After being bullied by local bullies several times, he sided with Ma Shijun. While Ma Shijun certainly wasn't a powerful patron, at least no one would be throwing rats or poisonous snakes into his karaoke bar anymore. It's just that paying the monthly fee is quite a painful experience.

Awang and his two companions aren't here as security guards for the KTV; their skills probably wouldn't even be enough to protect themselves. They're just there as a contact person; if anything happens, they can reach Wei Wei and his group. With Boss Ma's men here, those low-life scoundrels and punks don't dare to come and freeload.

Ma Shijun has strict rules: in legitimate places, you must wear a shirt and trousers; you can't wander around in a flashy shirt lest you scare away customers. Although they can get a little more money here than under the previous boss, the three, used to a leisurely lifestyle, still feel uncomfortable. Plus, the small guard room is unbearably hot, so every afternoon they'd swear and complain. Luckily, the KTV is soundproof, so no one can hear them.

After swearing a few times, Awang drank his beer, thinking about the new Sichuan girl he'd met yesterday. Her face was average, and she wasn't tall, but those big breasts were truly tempting; holding them in his hands would be incredibly satisfying.

The girl seemed to have a bit of a crush on him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he could find an opportunity to sleep with her.

"Wang... Wang... Brother Wang."

The stuttering boy standing at the window waved at him, his face flushed, whether from the heat or his stuttering, he couldn't tell.

"Damn it, what's wrong?"

A-Wang was naturally annoyed that his sexual fantasy had been interrupted, but he still picked up his bottle and went over. After all, sitting in this sweltering heat, if he didn't find some fun, he'd either die of heat or suffocation.

"Boss... Boss, you... look."

Through the window, A-Wang looked in the direction the stuttering boy was pointing. Two pretty girls were walking towards him from the east. The two long, white legs of the girl on the left immediately caught his eye.

Damn, she's so hot. A-Wang couldn't help but swallow. The girl on the left was wearing a red and black plaid short skirt, the hem of which reached her upper thighs. It swayed with the movement of her legs, and if a breeze blew, you could definitely see the panties covering her little pussy.

"What flashy color is it?" he fantasized, watching Xiao Siyu walk towards him in the sun. Her two long, straight legs shone dazzlingly white in the sunlight. Her transparent sandals obscured the shoes, revealing only the beautiful woman walking on tiptoe like a cat, her thighs and calves taut with every muscle.

Awang stared at those beautiful legs moving back and forth, his manhood involuntarily rising. "Look how tightly her thighs are clenched, she must be a virgin. With every step, her whole body trembles, exuding an indescribable energy, especially her slender waist and the swaying of her hips," he thought, immediately picturing the girl's buttocks swaying even more vigorously.

Thinking of this, Awang even felt his penis twitch involuntarily. "When I finally get ahead, I'll definitely fuck ten or eight of them." Just as he was lost in his fantasies, Green Hair spoke up, "Boss, look at that pretty girl, haven't you seen her somewhere before?"

"Huh? Impossible, a hot chick like that, I could never forget her, I've never seen her before."

Awang replied decisively, his eyes fixed on Siyu as she slowly approached.

Glancing in the direction his boss was looking, Green Hair pointed, "Boss, not that one, it's the one next to her."

"The one next to her?"

Awang was so focused on Siyu's revealing clothes that he hadn't noticed the person next to her. When he shifted his gaze to the woman beside her, who was completely covered in a long dress, he was immediately captivated by her curvaceous figure.

The purple fabric seemed to shield her from prying eyes, but the well-tailored dress perfectly showcased Si Yun's curvaceous figure. In stark contrast to her slender waist was her full, round breasts. Although the upper part of the long dress was adorned with floral and striped patterns, it couldn't conceal the undeniable allure of them. "

If I could hold them in my hands, that would be amazing!" Awang felt his erection grow even harder. "Damn, a pair of little bitches, one horny, one secretly horny. They both just want a man's big cock, hehe, I can satisfy them." He

muttered these lewd words to the Lu sisters, a hint of unease creeping into his mind; he felt he'd seen this little vixen somewhere before.

The Lu sisters, walking towards the karaoke bar, were, of course, unaware that Awang and his friends were watching them from the second-floor window, fantasizing about them. Lu Siyu shielded her forehead with her slender white hand, glanced up at the yellow walls and sign of the Home Inn hotel next to her, and said to her older sister beside her, "Sis, this is it."

"Oh,"

Siyun also squinted, using her black and white checkered handbag to cover her bangs, and looked at the entrance of the KTV. She hesitated for a moment, "Siyu, you and your classmates are having a get-together. I think it's better if I don't go. I don't know them."

Noticing that Siyun was about to back out, Siyu grabbed her arm and said coquettishly, "It's nothing, it's just that we're all singing and relaxing together. I can't stay cooped up in my books all the time, I need to come out and have some fun."

Then she looked at Siyun with a mischievous look and said, "Or do you have another date, sister?"

"No, no, how could that be?"

Lu Siyun quickly shook her head in denial, her eyes instinctively avoiding her sister's gaze.

"That's good then,"

Siyu smiled, a complex light flashing in her big eyes. She giggled, took her sister's arm, and walked into the dark brown door of the KTV.

Driving onto the Qingyang Bridge, the Wuyi River flowed quietly beneath, its surface shimmering in the last rays of the setting sun. The orange-red shimmering light and the red-orange sunset complemented each other, bathing everything on the bridge in a warm hue.

Initially, Lu Zhiyuan intended to take the Third Ring Road, but upon reaching Zhulin Road, he found it completely jammed, with cars barely moving for minutes. Apparently, a multi-vehicle collision had occurred, with six cars involved. Fortunately, traffic was generally slow during rush hour, so there were no injuries.

He had to squeeze through the next intersection and exit the Third Ring Road. After finally getting off the Third Ring Road, he realized he was definitely going to be late for the agreed-upon time. He had no choice but to explain the situation to Park Jae-hyo over the phone and then detour via Jiandong Street to reach his destination.

It was the weekend, and Siyu said she was going out with her classmates and would go home tomorrow. Lu Zhiyuan had originally planned a weekend getaway with Siyun, but Park Jae-hyo called several times to invite him to a performance. Although reluctant, he reluctantly agreed.

Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the car window, he thought how wonderful it would be to be with Siyun right now. He imagined her pure face, tinged with a pale pink by the sunset, a beautiful sight with a shy blush. The girl's delicate, shy beauty was no less stunning than the natural scenery. Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile proudly.

She had just texted him saying she was going to sing karaoke with Siyu. Yes, young girls should have active lives; he couldn't expect her to stay by his side forever. But what would their relationship be like if she stayed by his side? The so-called "the prince and princess lived happily ever after" story only existed in fairy tales.

Perhaps, one day, she would go out and find her own life. Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyuan's joy turned to melancholy. His recent pleasant mood, like the beautiful sunset, was instantly shrouded in the dark night. "

Forget it, I won't think about it anymore." The silver BMW accelerated, quickly passing the two cars in front of it, and sped down the Qingyang Bridge, which was over 11 kilometers long.

The Dongdu Workers' Cultural Palace was an inconspicuous little theater in the eastern part of Dongdu City. Compared to the newest Dongdu Grand Theater, even the Century Grand Stage, built ten years ago, was far more impressive. This building from the planned economy era clearly showed its age. The

pale yellow cement walls were covered with mottled marks, and the hanging metal red flags had begun to fade, the bright vermilion turning into a dark rust red. Like the era it belonged to, it was slowly aging, gradually disappearing from people's sight and memory.

Lu Zhiyuan parked the car on the side of the road and saw in the distance a red banner hanging on the gate of the Cultural Palace, with white Chinese and Korean characters pasted on it. He didn't understand Korean, but the Chinese banner read, "Warmly welcome the North Korean Songun Political Art Troupe to perform. Wishing them a complete success." Looking at the banner, Lu Zhiyuan felt a pang of nostalgia, like when he was a child queuing outside a small theater in a factory to watch movies.

Now, although he could easily go to 3D cinemas with air conditioning and luxurious sofas to watch imported blockbusters, the days of sitting on wooden chairs, sweating profusely, watching black and white films seemed like the most cherished memories.

But those memories were long gone, just like how his car was no longer the old bicycle his father had left him, but an imported BMW. Time flies and never returns. "What's wrong with me today?"

he wondered, trying to stop himself from thinking about these sad things. He took out his phone and dialed a number. A few minutes later, Park Jae-hyo appeared in front of his car.

Lu Zhiyuan went to greet him, looking at the other man's stiff face, and smiled, "Director Park, you're really something. You found such a large parking lot so quickly."

"It's nothing,"

Park Jae-hyo said, a slight smirk playing on his lips, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. "If I knew the coordinates and still couldn't find the place, I might as well go home and grow rice."

The two walked side-by-side towards the entrance of the Cultural Palace. Lu Zhiyuan said, "I was wondering why Director Park suddenly invited me to a performance. Turns out it's your country's art troupe."

"This time, in response to the Great Leader's instructions to consolidate the traditional friendship with the Chinese people, we specially sent the best people's artists from North Korea, so we especially invited Mr. Lu to come and see."

Park Jae-hyo replied as he climbed the steps.

Lu Zhiyuan nodded his thanks. He knew, of course, that the Supreme Leader of North Korea had just visited the capital of China, reportedly bringing an art troupe to perform *Dream of the Red Chamber*, probably to ask for aid again.

Aid was fine, preferably some cash to pay for his own business. While the Chinese government turned a blind eye to his business dealings, it would never directly pay for Pyongyang's business.

Entering the performance hall, the crowd was sparse, even somewhat scattered, with the back higher than the front. This was understandable; in this most prosperous and affluent city in the country, cultural and entertainment activities were abundant, with various sporting events and star performances constantly happening. Why would anyone come to a show without any advertising?

When he entered, the performance had already begun. On stage, a group of female singers in traditional Korean costumes and male singers in slightly outdated suits stood in two rows, heads held high, singing a very rousing song. After settling in, Park Jae-hyo explained with a serious expression that they were singing a song praising General Kim Jong-il.

Looking at the other man's solemn expression, Lu Zhiyuan nodded earnestly, but his eyes darted around absentmindedly.

Thanks to Park Jae-hyo, he was seated quite close to the front. The front row was packed with people, including one he recognized—a head of the Municipal Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation Commission. A while ago, during a city meeting, the commission had solicitously inquired whether Lu Zhiyuan wanted to join the mayor's trade and economic delegation visiting South Korea.

Not wanting to become a tourist's ATM, Lu Zhiyuan politely declined. It seemed the people sitting in the front were city leaders sent to strengthen Sino-North Korean friendship. He hadn't expected to be sitting so close to them; it felt like he'd become a high-ranking official himself.

Thinking of this, he chuckled self-deprecatingly. After several programs praising the North Korean leader and the friendship between the two countries, some traditional North Korean song and dance performances began. It must be admitted that the professional skills and dedication of these North Korean performers far surpassed those of some domestic celebrities who only perform for money.

Take, for example, the actress currently singing the Chinese folk song "Jasmine Flower" on stage; her singing was truly captivating. Her voice was melodious and her movements graceful and moving. Although her makeup was rather heavy and looked rather old-fashioned, it couldn't hide her natural beauty. It's said that the Korean Peninsula is divided into South and North, and at least the naturally beautiful women of North Korea are far more pleasing to the eye than the South Korean women who have undergone extensive surgical procedures.

Just as Lu Zhiyuan was pondering this, the next program began. After the host announced the title of the song "Ballad of the Bellflower," the naturally beautiful North Korean woman once again stepped forward. This time, she wasn't wearing the attire of the Jiangnan region of China, but rather a traditional Korean long skirt—a light green jacket paired with a pink high-waisted skirt. Her long hair was tied back, adorned with a jade hairpin, giving

her a beautiful yet alluring look. Her clear, melodious voice rang out again, "Doraji, Doraji, Doraji, white bellflowers grow all over the mountains. Just pick one or two, and you can fill a whole basket, oh dear. How beautiful, how lovely, this is also our labor and production."

Just as Lu Zhiyuan was enjoying the performance on stage, Park Jae-hyo handed him an unopened bottle of mineral water. The old performance hall was indeed a bit stuffy, and Lu Zhiyuan felt thirsty. He took the bottle, twisted off the cap, and took several large gulps, unaware that there was an extremely tiny pinhole at the bottle opening.

As Siyun and Siyu drew closer, Awang and his two companions in the small room on the second floor watched with increasing excitement. The sight of such a refreshing treat was an unexpected delight for them.

"The one on the left, the one on the left, is just... so... so hot! It's unbearable! If... if I could fuck her once, even if it meant sacrificing a few years of my life..."

"Yeah, I want to fuck that girl too. No, a girl like that could make me cum five or six times a night."

"You two are pathetic. If it were me, I'd fuck them both together, we'd both have a blast, hehe."

The men excitedly uttered lewd words. Their eyes lingered on Siyu's exposed thighs and shoulders; if their gazes had heat, Siyu's fair skin would probably be burned.

"Boss, I still feel like I've seen that girl somewhere before."

Green Hair shifted his gaze back to Siyun; beneath the tightly wrapped fabric were her high, rounded breasts and her slender, shapely waist. If this wasn't man-made, then it was truly a masterpiece created by God.

"I fucking think she looks familiar too,"

Awang nodded. Such a hot girl, if she wasn't a celebrity, he definitely wouldn't forget her if he'd seen her in real life. Where could he have seen her before? Just as he was pondering this, he looked up again and realized she was gone.

"Where did she go?"

he hurriedly asked his two henchmen.

He received a surprising answer: the two had entered the KTV. So Awang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Let's go."

He led his two henchmen out of the attic and headed straight for the security room. There were security cameras there; they would definitely see the two girls go to that private room, and maybe they'd even have a chance to chat them up.

The three of them turned a corner in the second-floor corridor and went straight into the security monitoring room. "Brother Wang,"

the security guard, Xiao Sun, greeted him as soon as he entered.

"Xiao Sun, did two girls just come in?"

Awang asked bluntly.

"Hehe, Brother Wang, you're talking about those two beauties, right?"

Xiao Sun revealed a familiar, ambiguous smile between men, clicking the mouse a few times on the computer screen, displaying several clear, large images. The first few were taken from below, clearly showing Si Yu's breasts peeking out from under her tank top, their fullness and plumpness prompting admiration—the beauty of youthful flesh is truly wonderful.

Then came several close-up shots from behind. While Si Yu's shapely buttocks were certainly alluring, what drew even more attention was the rounded bottom beneath her sharply defined waist, encased in taut fabric, appearing exceptionally full and voluptuous against the backdrop of her waist.

"Wang, Brother Wang, I think, I remember now."

The stuttering boy pointed at Siyun's butt on the screen and said, "This, this girl, seems, seems to be the woman next to Mr. Lu."

"Ah, right."

Awang scratched his head. He remembered too. This big-breasted, slim-waisted girl was the one he saw on Huaihai Road that day. Later he found out that the man next to her was Mr. Lu, a friend of the boss.

Just as Awang was feeling a little regretful that he couldn't go for a chat, the door opened, and another security guard, Xiao Chen, walked in with two cans of drinks, excitedly shouting, "There's a good show to watch. Just now..."

Seeing that there were other people in the room, Xiao Chen froze, his mouth agape, frozen in that instant.

"What are you staring at? Tell us what's going on."

Green Hair went over and patted him.

"Hehe, nothing much. Two pretty girls just came in, and Brother Hao asked the supervisor, Xiao Wu, to send some spiked drinks to their private room."

Xiao Chen always kept his distance from these thugs, and seeing them in the security room today made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Two pretty girls?"

Awang pointed to the Lu sisters on the computer screen next to him and asked, "Is it them?"

"Yes, yes."

Xiao Chen nodded hurriedly, "The waiter downstairs said that the room they're in was also booked by Brother Hao."

"Brother Hao? Which Brother Hao are you talking about?"

Awang continued to ask, but in his eyes, he seemed to have his own answer.

"Which Brother Hao could it be? It's the Brother Hao from Boss Zhang's house on Zhulin Road."

Xiao Chen was a little confused by the question.

"..."

The three of them looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they could see that the other was at a loss.

After a moment of stunned silence, Awang seemed to have thought of something, and quickly took out his phone and dialed a number, "Brother Wei? Hehe, this is Awang..."

Meanwhile, in the large private room where Siyun and Siyu were, the girls were having a lot of fun. Although the girls were very surprised when Siyun first came in, they were usually overshadowed by Siyu's beauty and cuteness.

Today, seeing the elegant and beautiful woman that Ayu brought was like seeing a graceful swan suddenly appear among a flock of orioles, making everyone envious and jealous. Even the chattering of the sparrows fell silent.

However, after shyly greeting everyone, this woman sat quietly in a corner.

Gradually, the young girls forgot their earlier feelings and started shouting and scrambling for the microphone, singing along. They were all Siyu's classmates and friends, and they had all rushed over when they heard that Ayu was treating everyone to karaoke.

Looking at the spacious private room and the table full of drinks and snacks, everyone was incredibly excited.

After playing for a while, everyone realized that the unfamiliar older sister had been sitting there unattended. Feeling embarrassed, a few girls insisted on pulling Siyun up to sing. Unable to resist these adorable girls, Siyun picked up the microphone, and the light melody of Liang Jingru's song began. Siyun slowly began to sing: "Look at the blue sky, the soft white snow resting on your face, love gazing at the Seine in Paris, not feeling regret even though I missed the glass boat."

Yes, with him, everywhere is a romantic city.

"Already intoxicated by your warm hands, holding me tightly, secretly smelling you, with your childlike manly scent."

"I really want someone to accompany me when I'm lonely, someone to have breakfast with even when life is busy, although this thought is clearly too simple, I just want someone to be with me no matter where tomorrow is." "Love never allows for fickleness, how regrettable it would be to miss a perfect connection, if I really decide to give my heart, could someone tell him not to hurt me?"

Music is something that goes straight to the soul, and at this point, the girls present all quieted down, listening quietly to Lu Siyun's heartfelt singing. Everyone in the room could feel the sweetness and happiness in her singing.

"Every time love draws nearer, it feels like he's holding you tighter, stirring your heart, blinding you, and keeping you from knowing where he's going. Every time love draws nearer, it seems to be waiting for your response. The world is quiet, the only thing that can't be changed is your decision."

Siyun didn't sing often, and her skill was only passable, but her naturally clear voice, combined with the emotion she poured into her singing, made it quite enjoyable. All the girls in the room could hear the love in her voice, and filled with girlish longing for beautiful love, they all cast their blessings upon her, except for one person.

Siyu listened to Siyun's singing, and unconsciously clenched her small fists. Her initially uneasy gaze slowly sharpened, and the clear spring water shimmered with the cool frost. After Siyun finished singing, she immediately stood up and went to the machine to choose a song.

A loud-voiced girl saw Siyu stand up and shouted, "Request a song! Request a song! Request a song! Lu Siyu is going to be on! Don't give amateur singers any chance! The great Lu Siyu, he has inherited the glorious tradition of pop music..."

"Oh oh oh..."

The other girls also joined in the shouting and cheering. Siyu, who usually sang the best, had been playing for so long before finally picking up the microphone, and everyone was still a little unaccustomed to it.

"I don't think about them having a beautiful sun, I see that the sunset changes every day, I know I always have a pair of invisible wings, carrying me and giving me hope," Siyu's clear voice rang out in the room. Siyun knew that her mother's artistic talent had almost all been inherited by her younger sister. This girl could sing and dance since she was little, and now she sang this inspirational song with great emotion, but her voice contained a kind of suppressed sadness that lingered for a long time.

Generally speaking, it's a little difficult to recognize which bottle of water is yours in a karaoke bar, as everyone's drinks are mostly the same. But for Siyun today, it was very simple, because the girls present were either drinking fruit beer or matcha, while she was drinking mineral water. Singing until she felt a little feverish, Siyun sat back down and took several gulps of water.

"Every time I waver and find strength in loneliness, every time I'm hurt but don't shed a tear, I know I always have a pair of invisible wings, carrying me over despair," Siyu's melodious voice perfectly complemented this song of a young girl's ambition.

Listeners could almost see the girl in the song, determined and focused, standing right before them, her pure and resolute eyes sparkling with tears.

"I wonder if Ayu has something bothering her. Maybe I should talk to her about it when I get back today..."

Siyun sensed something was off about the song and was planning to ask Siyu about her troubles that evening when a wave of dizziness washed over her.

She looked around in confusion; she hadn't drunk any alcoholic beverages. Why was she feeling dizzy? Before she could figure it out, her sister's figure blurred in her vision...

"This little theater is so boring,"

Lu Zhiyuan complained to Park Jae-hyo after the performance, his brow beaded with sweat, having already drunk several bottles of mineral water.

“It’s a bit hot, let’s go backstage,”

Park Jae-hyo smiled, putting his arm around Lu Zhiyuan’s shoulder. “There’s an actress who’s the younger sister of one of my comrades. Her name is Han Mi-er. The performance was a great success today, let’s go cheer her on and have dinner together.”

“Then I won’t go,”

Lu Zhiyuan shook his head. “I don’t know your comrade’s sister, it won’t stop you fellow countrymen from meeting.”

“You should know her if you don’t, she sang very well just now, she’s the girl who sang Daolaji. She’s a young artist from North Korea, you don’t get to see her all the time.”

“Ah, it’s her?”

Speaking of that beautiful voice, Lu Zhiyuan couldn’t help but picture the swaying skirt of the singer and the bulging breasts on her high-waisted North Korean skirt. Thinking of this, he felt the thirst in his mouth become even stronger, and he even unconsciously swallowed.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head: what would it feel like if that little mouth that sang the melodious Arirang started making moaning sounds of varying lengths?

He didn't know why, but he felt a possessive desire for this foreign singer he was meeting for the first time. Under Park Jae-hyo's repeated encouragement, he followed him backstage.

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