The Legend of Tianlong Huiyin in the Magic City and Imperial Capital - Chapter 277: What Do You Rely On? What Do You See?

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How could she not be embarrassed! Before anything even began, Jiang Qinqin already felt incredibly ashamed. However, with the moment upon her, she couldn't hesitate or back out any longer.
Opening the door leading to Tianlong's room, the husband personally led the extremely shy Jiang Qinqin to Tianlong and handed her over to him. Neither of them spoke. The husband then retreated to the other room, closing the door tightly, leaving only her and Tianlong. Jiang Qinqin stood there helplessly, her back to him, afraid to look back.
Jiang Qinqin sensed Tianlong approaching from behind: "Aren't you going to sit down?"
"No..." It seemed that only standing there, with the ability to escape at any moment, gave her a sense of security.
“Alright, you and I will stand in front of the mirror so that he can see more clearly.”
Yes, it's all for her husband... No need to drag it out any longer, this shameful affair... Let it begin sooner, let it end sooner—Jiang Qinqin closed her eyes in resignation, and boldly leaned her back against Tianlong's suit-clad body. A pair of long arms immediately encircled her waist from behind, and Tianlong's soft voice asked in her ear, "What should I call you?"
The handsome boy, whom she was meeting for the first time, stood behind Jiang Qinqin and leaned down to ask her a question softly in her ear. His warm breath stimulated her sensitive ear, causing her to tremble instantly.
"Use the English name—Angel?"
Until this evening, this young man, who was probably more than ten years younger than her, had no connection with her for the past thirty-four years. But now, Jiang Qinqin stood before him, her petite body nestled against his broad, strong embrace.
"Should I still use your nickname from the entertainment industry—'Watery and Radiant'?"
That evening, Jiang Qinqin and he had only just met. She was definitely not a woman of loose morals, yet his unfamiliar arms had already gently encircled her proudly slender waist from behind. If he so desired, he could easily have his hands on her body outside her conservative clothes and skirt at any time.
"Should I still call you—Qinqin?"
Thirty minutes ago, at the dinner that introduced them, Jiang Qinqin was still hesitant about this shameful affair… Half an hour later, she found herself alone in this specially made room with… him, a boy more than ten years younger than her. Weakly closing her eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses, she offered no resistance, deciding to temporarily let him… do as he pleased.
"Or perhaps the most suitable one—Mrs. Liang?"
If someone had predicted six months ago that she would betray her beloved new husband, she would have slapped them hard and cursed them for talking nonsense! Yet, at this very moment, she, who has always been conservative, is actually doing just that…
Jiang Qinqin closed her eyes and felt the boy behind her bringing his face closer to her right side of her long hair: "...Then I'll call you Sister Qinqin, and you can call me Tianlong!"
"Swoosh..." The big boy, Tianlong, buried his nose in my dark, shiny hair and took a deep breath: "It smells so good, your hair smells so good... even more beautiful than in the TV commercials." He raised his right hand, which was around her waist, and stroked her smooth hair that reached past her shoulders: "It's so soft... I really love it."
“Sister Qinqin…” He naturally brushed Jiang Qinqin’s hair on the right side behind her right ear, making half of her face clearly visible: “If I make you feel uncomfortable, you should tell me.”
With this elegant declaration, Tianlong's actions escalated—his high-bridged nose began to caress her right cheek, sideburn, ear, the back of her ear, and earlobe…
Whether before or after marriage, Jiang Qinqin had never allowed a nearly complete stranger to be so intimate with her. She shivered, her heart pounding wildly.
"Hoo..." He breathed intermittently into her ear canal, making her shoulders hunch as it tickled. "Such white ears, like seashells..." He teased her right ear with his lips, moving it back and forth, up and down; then he opened his mouth, took her earlobe into his mouth, licked it with his tongue, and gently nibbled and sucked on it with his lips. "Snowy sip... Snowy sip..."
Jiang Qinqin instinctively turned her head away, but he took the opportunity to kiss her along her ear down to her neck, giving her goosebumps again: "Smack...smack..."
He brushed aside my long hair, and Tianlong was probably kissing the tattoo on the back of her neck: "A six-pointed star tattoo...yes, you have quite a few tattoos..." His right hand circled around her left cheek, gently trying to turn her right cheek towards his face. Although her eyes remained closed, she could guess—Tianlong wanted to kiss her: "Sister Qinqin, come..."
Women's kissing depends on feelings. Jiang Qinqin would let him touch her and kiss her, but she couldn't bring herself to kiss a man with whom she had no emotional connection.
Jiang Qinqin turned her head away in refusal, and Tianlong generously refrained from forcing her, only kissing her right cheek: "It's alright, we can kiss again when we're more familiar with each other!" His right hand moved down to her hands, which were wrapped around her chest, and stroked the flower tattoo on the back of her right hand: "Even the skin on your hands is so smooth..."
Tianlong continued kissing her right cheek, gently pulling her right hand away from her chest. He rubbed her fingers and palm with his right palm: "Your fingers are so long and smooth... It must feel so good to be caressed by you..."
Jiang Qinqin was caught off guard as he broke down her defenses. His left hand, which had been resting on her waist, suddenly moved upwards and pressed against her right breast through her outer garment. She tried to stop his assault, but her right hand was already held by his; her left hand had just risen when she was too late, and her right breast was already grasped through her clothes.
She wore a black long-sleeved cover-up over a white casual short dress, and a deliberately chosen, thick sports bra underneath. Even through these three layers of clothing, Tianlong's rubbing of her right breast still made her body go limp.
She placed her left hand on Tianlong's right palm, trying to stop his grip... At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the speaker on the ceiling of the luxurious suite: "Take off your coat... wife."
Just as Tianlong began to touch her chest through her black blouse, the speakers on the ceiling suddenly blared. The husband who had facilitated Tianlong's meeting and intimacy with her spoke for the first time.
Upon hearing these heartless words, Jiang Qinqin, who had been enduring it with her eyes closed, couldn't help but open them.
Before them was a bright mirror as wide as the entire room, as huge as a whole wall. The mirror clearly reflected a handsome man and a beautiful woman standing in front of it. Tianlong was embracing her from behind, his left hand pressed against her slightly protruding right breast through her black coat.
On the surface, this situation seemed incredibly intimate. If outsiders were present, they would only think that Tianlong and she were a well-matched couple! However, all of this was not what she wanted at all, but rather a deliberate and meticulous arrangement by her real husband.
Before leaving home today, Jiang Qinqin naturally had no intention of dressing up carefully. She avoided dressing up, not wanting her husband Liang Jinlun or the complete stranger Tianlong to misunderstand and think that she was actually looking forward to this event. She deliberately kept herself simple, her long hair simply draped over her shoulders, her face completely bare of makeup, and she even wore a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses, giving her a cold and aloof appearance. Yet, she knew, contradictorily, that even without makeup, she still possessed a uniquely mature and alluring charm.
She wore a black long-sleeved blouse over her upper body, and although her lower body was covered by a white short skirt that didn't reach her knees, she was wearing light brown ankle boots and thick gray stockings, which should have been enough for protection. However, at that moment, her partner took the initiative to ask her to take off... her outer garment.
Through the mirror, Tianlong saw that Jiang Qinqin had opened her eyes. As if to avoid embarrassing her, his left hand, which was rubbing her chest on his black blouse, immediately stopped in a gentlemanly manner... This considerate gesture made her secretly feel a little... grateful.
Why is it that the one who understands and respects her isn't her husband Liang Jinlun, who should be protecting her? Instead, it's this young man she previously considered a "pervert" and a "wolf"?
Tianlong remained silent, seemingly waiting to see how she would respond to the request coming from the speaker above her head.
She was filled with mixed feelings: shame, anger, sadness, and grievance... Why did she marry a husband with such an abnormal mentality?
Jiang Qinqin looked resentfully at the mirrored wall in front of her: "I've already... cooperated with you like this... and you're still not... satisfied?" Agreeing to be treated like this by a strange man was already her limit. She could barely accept it even through several layers of clothing, but now, her husband was going even further by ordering her to remove her protective gear.
The mirror wall that Jiang Qinqin couldn't see through was actually a "yin-yang mirror." In the room on the other side of the mirror wall, her husband had been spying through the one-way glass from the very beginning, watching his beloved wife, who should belong only to him, being embraced, kissed, and caressed by another man—or rather, his nephew. In other words, an incestuous relationship between aunt and nephew was unfolding... Liang Jinlun was enjoying a bizarre pleasure that Jiang Qinqin couldn't understand at all, a pleasure that only he himself could experience.
The speaker was silent for a moment, then the reply came through: "I want to watch you being touched... not through... so many clothes..."
So many clothes? She was only wearing three pieces in total! And one of them was underwear.
Her husband, Liang Jinlun, was saying such absurd things; she didn't even dare to look at Tianlong's expression in the mirror. Beforehand, she had solemnly laid down three rules with her husband, emphasizing that she was only reluctantly cooperating with his strange desires... and that she had absolute bottom lines to uphold regarding her own body.
But now, should she fly into a rage, turn her back, and storm off? Her husband had pleaded and begged her to fulfill his forbidden fantasy just once… his painstaking efforts were solely to cure his emotional wounds, so that their sex life could be smooth and they could have children. If she gave up halfway now… his situation would only worsen in the future, making everything more irreversible. She seemed to have a choice… but in reality, she had no choice at all.
Jiang Qinqin sighed softly, "Just... taking off my outer clothes... is that enough?"
“Yes, just take off your outer clothes.” Hearing her concession, the voice coming from the speaker seemed much more invigorated: “Then, let Tianlong reach under your skirt and untie your bra, so he can touch your body directly.”

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