[Incest] Unleashed Desires (Complete) - 4

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[Volume 1: Play Before Debauchery] Chapter 43: The Ding Family's

Steel Rod Slit Sawed Occur at an Angle and Pierced My Left Shoulder.
Luckily, Miss Ding threw the rod and then leaped over me, otherwise, the rod might have pierced my throat!
Abigale was somewhat stunned, looking at me and Miss Ding with bewilderment.
"What's your name?" Miss Ding asked directly.
"Abigale—"
Before she could finish her name, Abigale launched a kick at Miss Ding's chest.
Miss Ding was no ordinary person; Abigale, whom I had defeated, was clearly no match for her. Miss Ding
didn't dodge, taking the kick squarely into her chest. I could see that Miss Ding was in considerable pain, because although Abigale's martial arts skills weren't high, his strength was considerable, especially since it was a kick to the chest.
Seeing that Miss Ding didn't dodge, Abigale intensified her attack, throwing a punch at Miss Ding's face.
I reached out and grabbed Abigale's hand. Although I was using my right hand, my left shoulder still ached terribly when I exerted force, and I couldn't help but squat down on the ground.
Miss Ding stared intently at Alice like a meditating nun.
"Are you really called Abigale? You don't have a surname?"
"No, I don't, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." Abigale was unusually unreasonable this time.
"Do you have a younger brother?" Miss Ding asked.
"Yes, so what? If you try to harm him, I will never let you get away with it." Abigale said fiercely.
"Did your parents die a long time ago, and send you and your brother to an orphanage?" Miss Ding's voice was firm yet gentle.
"Yes, how did you know?" Abigale quieted down.
"If I'm not mistaken, your surname should be Ding!" Miss Ding became a little agitated.
"No, my surname isn't Ding, my name is Abigale, I don't have the surname Ding! You've mistaken me for someone else!" Abigale said impulsively.
"Look at me carefully, don't you think I look familiar?" Tears were already welling up in Miss Ding's eyes.
Abigale looked at Miss Ding and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Ah? You, Mom!—"
"No, I'm the older sister. How can Mom be so young?" Miss Ding asked with a hint of joy.
"But, back then—" Abigale said in surprise.
"Back then, although I knew you and your brother were in the orphanage, I didn't dare to come out rashly because Dad was very strict with me. So I disguised myself as Mom to visit you and bring you things." Miss Ding was already in tears, tears of joy. It was the first time I had ever seen tears in the eyes of an assassin.
"But, I had never seen you before my brother and I went to the orphanage," Abigale said, suppressing her excitement.
"Yes, because Dad was building a special organization, and I was a member of that organization. He didn't want others to know about you and your brother because it would cause a lot of trouble. So he sent you to the orphanage and divorced Mom," Miss Ding said.
"Could it be that you are the fearsome female assassin Miss Ding in the assassin organization?" Abigale asked.
Miss Ding nodded.
"Later, Dad passed away, and the assassin organization fell apart. Some went solo, some became bodyguards, some went abroad... But no matter where they went or what they did, they never fell behind, and they certainly never forgot Dad. It was Dad who nurtured them." Speaking of her father, Miss Ding's face was filled with admiration.
"I misunderstood Dad. He didn't want others to know that my brother and I were doing this for our safety, but he never forgot us. My brother and I were the best cared for in the orphanage." Abigale's eyes glistened with tears. "How did Dad die?"
Miss Ding became very firm. "Dad was murdered. That's the fate of an assassin." "
Who was the enemy?" Abigale asked softly.
"Don't ask." Miss Ding wiped away her tears and continued, "Everyone dies eventually. Birth, aging, sickness, and death—it's just that everyone dies in different ways. That's why Dad didn't want us to take revenge, including all our fellow disciples."
"Big sister, even in your joyous reunion, you shouldn't forget there's still an injured person here!" I couldn't bear the pain in my shoulder any longer and yelled at the two beauties!

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〖Volume 1: Play Before Debauchery〗 Chapter 44: Virginity Sentiments

From Miss Ding's narration, I learned that in this city, in this country, in this world, there were people even more terrifying than Bai Mantian. Such a person, such a powerful figure respected and feared by both the legitimate and criminal worlds, could not escape the fate of death.
Thinking of Bai Mantian, another once-powerful figure, now he merely hides in a foreign land, living the life of a homeless Black man. On the other hand, I, an ordinary person, although I have also encountered setbacks in life, at least I still live in happiness, surrounded by the love of friends and family.
"What are you thinking about?" Abigale suddenly asked when she saw me lost in thought.
"Oh, I was thinking, thinking, is our cooperation still necessary?" I stammered.
"Yes, of course it is!" Abigale said decisively.
"Cooperation?" Miss Ding asked in surprise, "What cooperation?"
I looked at Abigale without speaking.
"A private matter," Abigale said coldly.
Miss Ding didn't ask any further questions. She seemed immersed in the joy of reuniting with her sister. At this moment, she was worlds apart from the fearsome assassin she once was; she was as frail as a newborn child.
Everyone has feelings, and everyone can be moved by genuine emotions. Including assassins.
Often, it's not that humans are cold-hearted, but rather that they haven't unearthed the sensitive emotional triggers deep within them.
Miss Ding leaned on my shoulder, even sobbing slightly. I looked at Abigale; she seemed unresponsive. I gently raised my arm, enveloping this once ruthless assassin in my not-so-strong embrace.
Abigale quietly left, closing the door behind her. This action stirred sinful thoughts in my mind. I felt a sliver of pleasure, and my desire swelled. I tried to pull back slightly, afraid of accidentally disturbing Miss Ding in her slumber.
An assassin's sensitivity is something no one can hope for. Miss Ding seemed to see through my intentions, and pressed her body even closer. I felt the hardest part of my body touch Miss Ding's lower abdomen. It was throbbing, making me blush, making my blood surge, and making me want to fall into depravity immediately.
Like a snake, her body quickly enveloped me. Amidst intoxicating whispers, I began to seek the long-lost beauty in Miss Ding. I needed a meadow, an uncultivated land where I could gallop freely, letting my unyielding will destroy her, where I could rebuild my camp, where I would be king, tyrant, her ruler… A frantic, sharp hand slid down from my tearful eyes, to her flushed face, her panting, luscious lips, her soft, flexible neck, her towering hills, her flat, soft grassland—the target was in sight, yet I couldn't see it. My eyes were already kissed by her luscious lips. I explored and dug with the touch of my hands, letting a gentle spring flow from this meadow…
Desire galloped, moaning, whispering, the frailty and pleading of an infant. My hand slipped from that blissful place, that clear spring receding from me. Her luscious lips guided me, teasing my burgeoning desire.
The root of life that had entered and exited countless times in Abigale's body and Bai Mantian's mouth was swallowed by Miss Ding, mouthful by mouthful. Her nimble tongue entwined around the tip of desire, her teeth tore at its skin. I lost my balance, my body began to lean backward, and finally collapsed on the huge bed. I saw the light of life beckoning to me again... A wave of pleasure spread from the top of my head throughout my body, the trembling was suppressed by the body pressing down on me. I could no longer restrain myself, I broke free from the arms that were holding my buttocks and the small mouth that was tearing at my genitals, and with a flip, I pinned Miss Ding beneath me.
Plans and desires had been completely forgotten, I roughly and urgently searched for the outlet of desire.
The door was tightly closed, once, twice, three times... I pounded on the tight door again and again.
Sweat flowed down with Miss Ding's screams of pain. I couldn't bear it, I even wanted to back down, because I had never thought, never thought that Miss Ding was suffering like this.
Miss Ding's hand slammed down on my retreating buttocks, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream. I felt liquid gushing from my body. I looked down and saw a splash of red—the red of a virgin. I felt like I had become a killing beast, recklessly charging towards death, ravaging life…
So this is what it means to be a man, so this is what it feels like to be a man.
…
When the immense impact struck, Miss Ding and I tumbled wearily off the bed. It was a deafening roar, the hurdle a girl had overcome to become a woman.
Miss Ding looked at me with resentment, as if she wanted to devour me.
I didn't utter a sound, but simply tightened my grip on Miss Ding, our bodies pressed tightly together. I felt myself harden again, pressing against Miss Ding's lower abdomen, that burning desire wanting to break free and thrust into her body!
My breathing quickened! Hot breaths escaped my lips, all my frustration and anxieties completely transformed into a raging fire of lust.
For some reason, the resentment in Miss Ding's eyes had vanished, replaced by a powerful desire. I sensed a sudden craving for my caresses, even an urge to submit to me! I bent down, wrapping my left arm around her waist and my right around her legs, lifting her up and rolling us onto the bed. Our hot lips met, our passion raging like two intertwined snakes, locked in a passionate kiss. "Mmm! Mmm~!" Miss Ding moaned, her desire almost like that of a wanton woman, kissing passionately while caressing my erect penis. I cupped her two high, rounded nipples, kneading and rubbing them with every technique imaginable, until the nipples were hard and purplish-red. Miss Ding couldn't help but moan and groan, a mixture of crying and laughter.
Seeing Miss Ding's reaction, my lust intensified. My hand, which had once touched her sister, traced a path down her breasts, lingering in the depths of her body. Each touch sent shivers down her delicate frame, the exquisite, tingling sensation driving her to ecstasy.
"Oh, give it to me, darling!" Miss Ding gasped, reaching for me. She was a virgin, having just tasted the pleasures of love, and I couldn't let her be so eager. I immediately withdrew my hand, pinning her arms down and burying my face in hers, sucking hard. The stimulation caused Miss Ding to moan repeatedly. At this moment, she wasn't a killer, but a wanton woman!
She was pleading, her body already overflowing with desire, oblivious to everything else, begging and sobbing, her hands searching for the spear of life that could give her that throbbing sensation.
She found it, greedily like a hungry wolf, flipping me over and pinning me beneath her. I felt myself entering a warm place, an indescribable comfort washing over me!
Her movements were frenzied, as if she wanted to melt me into her body, to firmly envelop my erect desire. The overflowing tide of passion flushed her entire body pink. Waves of intense pleasure surged through my body, reaching a heavenly realm.
After the frenzy came a silent emptiness. My spirit was empty, and my desire began to wither.
A sound made us tense simultaneously—the sound of the door opening.
The door opened, and I saw Abigale standing outside, tears streaming down her face, a smile playing on her lips.
Miss Ding and I lay naked on the bed, looking at Abigale like Adam and Eve after eating the forbidden fruit, awaiting God's final judgment!

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[Volume 1: Play Before Debauchery] Chapter 45: Unexpectedly,

Miss Ding's virginity was something I hadn't anticipated. It was a miracle that Miss Ding, who had dominated the underworld for so many years, had managed to hold onto it until now. Was it because her indifference deterred passionate men, or because she had never given anyone a chance to pursue her? And I, by chance, seized the opportunity to help her complete the transformation from girl to woman.
“Abigale.” Miss Ding also noticed Abigale standing outside the door, her voice trembling slightly, “I’m sorry, sister, I…”
Abigale chuckled, her relaxed expression making Miss Ding and me wonder if she had lost her mind.
“Sister, don’t scare me, it’s my fault,” Miss Ding pleaded.
“No one is wrong,” Abigale said, “Am I not still in contact with Bai Mantian even though I have Daniel?”
“You were forced, that’s different,” Miss Ding said.
“Actually, who isn’t forced?” Abigale said, “Everyone is forced by desire, Bai Mantian is, and so am I. Since pleasure can be obtained, no one has a reason to refuse.”
Abigale’s thoughts shocked me, and in fact, I thought the same way, but when the same words came from Abigale’s mouth, it still had a great impact on me.
“You really don’t care?” Miss Ding looked at Abigale and asked.
“Of course, if I cared, I wouldn’t be so calm. The question is, would you care? Would you want to possess him?” Abigale said.
“How could I? No way,” Miss Ding said.
I sighed and turned to leave. The two sisters pushed and shoved me, treating me like a commodity, but perhaps being a sought-after commodity was my destiny.
Abigale followed me from behind, her soft, boneless hands wrapped around my waist. “You rascal, can you handle this kind of crazy behavior?”
I said, feigning weakness, “I have to hold on, even if I can’t. Haven’t you heard of sixty-year-old men who boldly write guarantees to their lovers that they’ll have sex at least three times a week?”
Abigale reached down to my lower abdomen and laughed, “Still holding on? You’re all noodle-like!”
I swayed, breaking free from her grasp, and said, "If you tease it with your tongue, it'll quickly regain its vigor."
Abigale laughed and said, "Really?"
"Want to try?" I said with a wicked grin.
Miss Ding also walked over at this moment, looking at me and Abigale flirting in surprise.
Abigale looked at Miss Ding and said, "You're not mine alone anymore, I wouldn't dare to keep you exclusively."
"Do you want to share?" I said, looking at Abigale.
"Forget it, what if you lose your life?" Abigale scoffed.
"It's okay, don't you have a lot of imported Viagra?" I said with a smile.
Abigale caught up with me and hugged my lower abdomen again, saying, "You're really risking your life, aren't you?"
I laughed loudly, "I risk my life, not my body, please have some self-respect, miss."
"Who's the miss?" Abigale shouted at me.
I said with a wicked grin, "I'm sorry, you're no longer a miss, you're an aunt."
Abigale grabbed my limp body tightly, but unfortunately, after the previous ordeal, I still couldn't get excited.
I stood tall and proud, ready to be a hero, when suddenly I realized Miss Ding was gone.
I looked directly at Abigale and asked, "Where's Miss Ding? Why did she suddenly disappear?"
Abigale shook her head, seemingly unconcerned about Miss Ding's departure.
I pulled Abigale along and we went outside to find the woman who had just become my woman.
As we passed the entrance of the Bai Group, I saw a large crowd gathered there, shouting as if they were about to tear down the massive Bai Group. Remembering my glorious days here, I couldn't help but walk over.

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[Volume 1: Play Before Debauchery] Chapter 46: Uncontrollable (Part 1) The Barbarian's Turmoil

"Tear it down, tear it down, tear it down and then we'll all split it!" shouted a barbarian with a full face of hair, seemingly about to cross the blocked gate and demolish the Bai Group.
I went up to him, stood in front of him, and asked, "How much does Bai Mantian owe you?"
"Three million," the barbarian shouted in a foul voice.
"Heh, I thought it was much, only three million?" I scoffed.
The burly man, seeing my laughter, became angry and said, "It seems you think three million isn't much. Then, could you compensate me for my losses with three million?"
"Three million?" I stared wide-eyed at the burly man. "You want me to pay?"
"Yes," the burly man said. "If you don't pay me, I'll demolish the house."
I said, "Then demolish it. If you don't demolish the house today, you're my grandson."
The burly man raised his fist and ordered his men to start demolishing the house.
I muttered to myself, "It would be better if they were all demolished. I was really an eyesore having these houses here. "
The burly man exclaimed in surprise, "What did you say?"
"I said, you'd better tear down all these houses, then you can stay in jail and stop bothering me every day."
He raised his fist to my face and said, "Try saying that again?"
I grabbed his wrist and pressed his fist down. He struggled fiercely, his face turning red, but he couldn't muster enough strength and the fist deflated. I said, "Brother, even if you tear down the houses, you'll only be charged with illegal demolition. These houses are mortgaged to the bank. Even if I don't sue you, the bank will. So you'd better go home and pray to Buddha to help me run this company well and make money to pay off your debts. Otherwise, consider your money as something you encountered on the road. I can't possibly come up with that much money to cover Bai Mantian's debts right now."
The burly man obediently shrank back, and the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed. Because they had no money, their shouting was futile.
As the sun gradually set in the west, the midday heat gave way to afternoon coolness. Just as I was about to enter the Bai Group's office building, a short, stout figure was still standing at the entrance, seemingly unwilling to leave.
I walked over and said, "Hey buddy, you're here for money too?"
The man turned around; it was Zhao Ming!
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"You don't know? I'm here for money," Zhao Ming said.
I was somewhat surprised: "Bai Mantian owes you money too?"
Zhao Ming sneered and said, "Thirty million!"
I punched him with a cold laugh and said, "Are you trying to cheat me?"
Zhao Ming said, "Nobody would dare cheat Bai Mantian."
That was true; if Bai Mantian hadn't fled, few of these people would have dared to come demanding their money.
I led Zhao Ming into the office building. No one had been here for a long time; the office building was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, like a homeless person wandering in the summer.
The office building was deserted. I opened Bai Mantian's office and went inside with Zhao Ming.
The familiar surroundings were now completely different. Thinking back on my time in Zhengzhou, the days I spent spying outside this office, and the passionate days inside, I was filled with mixed emotions.
I blew the dust off my desk, turned on the office computer, and found it filled with obscene videos. I glanced at Zhao Ming; his breathing was heavier, clearly aroused. I sneered inwardly, feigning composure, though my own heart was pounding with passion.
As the videos played, Zhao Ming became increasingly uneasy, his hand seemingly unconsciously touching his crotch and occasionally adjusting his pants, as if afraid I would notice his reaction.
"Actually, there is a way to revive PepsiCo, it just depends on whether you're willing to do it," Zhao Ming said breathlessly.
"What way? How?" I asked.
Zhao Ming asked, "Have you ever heard of someone called the Red-Clothed Cult Leader?"
"Red-Clothed Cult Leader? I seem to have some recollection of that," I said, though I couldn't even tell if the person was male or female.
"I can take you to see her," Zhao Ming said.
"See her? She can bring PepsiCo back to life?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes, only she can do that," Zhao Ming said confidently.
"Okay, I'll see her then, it's no big deal," I said generously. "But I still want to know what kind of magic this so-called Red-Clothed Cult Leader possesses to bring this company back to life."
"You don't believe me?" Zhao Ming said.
"I believe you," I said, glancing at Zhao Ming. "But I don't believe in that so-called Red-Clothed Cult Leader."
Zhao Ming said, "Maybe you will tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, let's try it then, I hope she can do it," I said with a cold smile.
"I hope so," Zhao Ming said. "Wait for me at the 'By the Water' Hotel tomorrow night."
"Okay," I agreed.
This simple reply brought me a hellish ordeal, but indeed, the Red-Clothed Cult Leader saved the Bai Group and also pushed me to the forefront of society.
Looking at the impatient Zhao Ming, he said, "Today, to thank you, I'll treat you to some relaxation."

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[Volume 1: Playful Encounters Before Indulgence] Chapter 47: Uncontrollable (Part 2) Watching

a Man's Physical Struggle There are many ways for men to relax, but these are all very strenuous activities. To call it relaxation is actually venting; it's letting the big head rest while the little head gets some exercise.
A patch of red is the name of a nightclub. It's a nightclub Bai Mantian took me to before. It's very elegant inside, the pink lighting gives it a homey feel. Many people, especially men, treat it like home; they spend more time there than at home, and even more time in bed than at home.
Su Xiaoxiao was the most popular person here, a regular at our place with Bai Mantian and me. Today, however, I gave her up to a short, chubby guy, while I sat in the nightclub owner's office, watching the carnal battle unfolding in Su Xiaoxiao's room.
Zhao Ming entered the room and immediately hugged Su Xiaoxiao tightly, kicking the door shut with his heel. He muttered, "Beautiful, so beautiful, I want you." Su Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Take it slow, don't rush."
But Zhao Ming, having just watched the pornographic video, was impatient. He reached out to touch Su Xiaoxiao; it was incredibly smooth. I'd touched it before. Zhao Ming raised his hand, smelled it, and laughed, "Beautiful, aren't you in a hurry too?" As he spoke, one hand frantically tore at Su Xiaoxiao's clothes.
"Be gentle, don't break me," Su Xiaoxiao gasped. Zhao Ming had already pushed up her bra. Su Xiaoxiao's pink penis was already hard, puffing up and dazzlingly erect. I regretted giving Su Xiaoxiao to Zhao Ming.
Su Xiaoxiao could no longer resist the torment of desire. She unzipped Zhao Ming's pants, pulled down his shorts, lowered her head, and with a flick of her tongue, took his already slightly erect penis into her mouth. Her tongue licked down the coronal sulcus. Zhao Ming took a deep breath and reached down to unbutton Su Xiaoxiao's jeans, revealing her pink underwear. The two of them quickly stripped off their clothes. Zhao Ming extended his long tongue, eagerly kissing Su Xiaoxiao's furry, private parts—a place I had entered countless times. I watched Zhao Ming's tongue move left and right, sucking, sweeping, and thrusting, and I felt a slight sense of balance. Su Xiaoxiao's legs were already dripping with fluid, as if she could no longer bear it, she gasped, "Faster, faster." Zhao Ming's face trembled slightly, a tickling sensation in his lower abdomen, he took a deep breath and said, "Beauty, I want to leave my offspring inside you." I saw that Zhao Ming's face was distorted, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Su Xiaoxiao, unable to bear the itching, dug her nails hard into Zhao Ming's arm. With a slight shift of her buttocks, Zhao Ming, already soft, slipped out. Su Xiaoxiao swayed from side to side, taking Zhao Ming's manhood back into her mouth and laughing contentedly, her buttocks rising and falling in waves. Zhao Ming wrapped his arms around Su Xiaoxiao's neck, his bare chest pressing hard against Su Xiaoxiao's soft breasts and abdomen, feeling that Su Xiaoxiao's nipples were incredibly hard, yet he felt an unusual pleasure. His desire below quickly hardened again, moving back and forth like a piston, Su Xiaoxiao twisting and turning with this movement.
At that moment, I also sensed something—this was Su Xiaoxiao's forte. It felt as if countless tiny mouths were relentlessly tearing at the surging desire within her, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment.
I saw Zhao Ming close his eyes, his grip on Su Xiaoxiao loosening. Su Xiaoxiao, however, could no longer restrain herself, reaching out to tightly embrace Zhao Ming's back, pressing his chest against hers once more. Her buttocks began to desperately try to lift upwards, once, twice, countless times, her eyes seemingly about to overflow with tears, gazing at Zhao Ming with seductive allure, saying, "Faster, faster, faster..."
Zhao Ming, however, remained limp on Su Xiaoxiao's body like a dead pig, unmoving despite her relentless thrusting.
I grew anxious, rushing out of the office and into Su Xiaoxiao's room. I pulled Zhao Ming off her and pounced on top of her. Su Xiaoxiao's hand deftly pulled my penis from my pants and inserted it into her eagerly awaiting private garden.
The impact, the impact, the pleasurable impact, Su Xiaoxiao's moans intensified my powerful movements. I glanced at Zhao Ming, limp beside me, and felt a surge of pride.
Less than five minutes later, Su Xiaoxiao could no longer hold on. Gushes of fluid gushed from her, her voice hoarse, but I couldn't stop, nor did I want to. At this moment, I needed to release, to release the ten thousand offspring accumulated within me, to let them find the soil of life, to let them grow in the soil I had sown.
Su Xiaoxiao had fainted, and I finally ejaculated in her final spasms.
The exhilarating feeling... I knew Zhao Ming envied me, but he remained silent on the way back. Was it inferiority or jealousy? If he knew I had seen his battle on the office security camera, would he feel even more inferior?
Tomorrow, I need him to introduce me to an important person. Would this relaxation have the opposite effect?
I hope not!

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〖Volume 1: Play Before Debauchery〗 Chapter 48: Encountering a Noblewoman (Part 1) A mysterious interviewee

inevitably loses her virginity, whether man or woman, whether day or night. But tonight, I never imagined I would lose my virginity to a woman old enough to be my mother.
In this city, "On the Water's Edge" is a very famous bar, but few people know what the VIP members do there, because those are secrets, secrets that ordinary people find hard to accept.
When Zhao Ming led me into the VIP area, a dignified and wealthy middle-aged woman was already sitting there. She wore red, exuding elegance and nobility. Although her face had some wrinkles, they only showed her experience and vicissitudes. Women like men with a weathered past, but men rarely like women with a weathered past, unless that woman is his mother.
She sat there like a Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue began to speak. I could only hear her voice, but I couldn't see her mouth move.
"Is this the friend you brought?"
"Yes, this is the person I introduced to you before," Zhao Ming said respectfully. It seemed he had already betrayed me to this noblewoman.
"Oh, is he really as capable as you say?" the noblewoman said somewhat ambiguously.
"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try," Zhao Ming said with a wicked smile. It seemed this guy had completely sold me out; I wondered what kind of cryptic language they were using.
"I really want to try," the noblewoman laughed heartily, and only then did I notice her lips moving.
"This time is a little different," Zhao Ming said, "He has conditions."
The woman was somewhat displeased: "Trying to negotiate with me?"
Zhao Ming said, "I dare to suggest that if you don't agree, I'll just send him away."
Actually, I really didn't want to leave, not because the noblewoman was tempting me, but because I hadn't forgotten why I came here.
The noblewoman smiled and said, "Treating conditions? How interesting. This is the first time I've met such an interesting person. Hey, why isn't he speaking? Is he mute?"
Zhao Ming glanced at me, and before he could speak, I replied, "It seems the lady isn't giving me a chance to speak?"
"Is that so? Alright, you can speak now," the lady said.
"I can't speak now," I said in a deep voice.
"You can't speak now? Why?" the lady asked in surprise.
I looked at Zhao Ming and smiled wickedly, "Because a whispered conversation between two people shouldn't be overheard by a third person."
Zhao Ming's nose twitched with anger, and I felt a strange sense of pleasure.
"Fine, then I'll leave," Zhao Ming said, and as he walked past me, he leaned close to my ear and said, "You're ruthless, kid. We'll see what happens next."
I didn't say anything, and as soon as he left, I closed the door.
"Hehe, even if you didn't close the door, no one would dare come in," the lady laughed heartily.
"I didn't close the door because I was afraid someone would come in; I was afraid the smells from outside would blow in and ruin the atmosphere inside," I said.
The lady said, "I didn't realize you had such good taste."
I said, "It seems everyone here has good taste."
The lady seemed a bit tired of the discussion and asked directly, "What are your conditions?" I
smiled, "You're quite straightforward, ma'am. Do you know the Bai Group?"
The lady said cheerfully, "Isn't that old fox Bai Mantian? Didn't he go to Canada to lay low? What does this have to do with him?"
I said, "I want to revitalize the Bai Group!"
The lady was a little stunned; she hadn't expected me to make such a demand.
"Why do you insist on revitalizing the Bai Group? I can give you a company even more powerful than the Bai Group," the lady said leisurely.
"No, I must revitalize the Bai Group. That's my goal, not for money, but for other reasons," I said.
The lady asked suspiciously, "Other reasons? That old fox Bai Mantian has already chosen a successor. What's your relationship with Bai Mantian?"
I said, "I'm his bodyguard."
"Bodyguard? It can't be that simple, can it?" "Everyone knows Bai Mantian's hobbies. He's a regular here. Haha, do you share the same hobby?" the wealthy woman said arrogantly.
I replied, "Whatever you think, madam. My condition is to revitalize the Bai Group. If you agree, I can grant you any request."
"Any request?" the wealthy woman said. "What if I ask you to die?"
"That's fine too," I said seriously. "But I must die after the Bai Group is revitalized. Otherwise, frankly, how can I know you can keep your promise?"
The wealthy woman laughed, "You're quite the shrewd young man. Okay, I won't let you die. I'll have you follow me, be my bodyguard. That way, you'll see how I revitalize your Bai Group."
"Okay, I hope we can cooperate smoothly," I said.
"Wait, young man," the wealthy woman said. "I haven't interviewed you yet."
"Interview?" "I asked in surprise.
"Yes, if I don't test you, how will I know if you're worth the conditions you mentioned, how will I know if this deal is profitable or not?"
"Okay, test me." I said.
"Take off your clothes." The lady's words were astonishing, and I was stunned! I never expected that she would propose such an interview condition!

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[Volume 1: Play Before Indulgence] Chapter 49 Encounter with a Lady (Part 2) The Lady's Tricks

For Bai Mantian's sake, I had no choice but to comply with her request. Of course, at the same time, my desire was also swelling, because I am a man, and a young and strong man at that. When a woman who is not ugly asks me to take off my clothes, I not only feel it, but I feel it intensely.
The woman in red had already come up to me. She pressed against my naked body, teasing my nerves with her smooth clothes. I was as still as a wooden doll. When you encounter a woman who is more experienced than you, you have to pretend to be very innocent, because you are inherently unable to be with her. My experience was comparable to hers.
After a bit of teasing, I turned around, my face flushed, and said, "This is the interview?" Then I kept twisting my body to escape her clutches. I heard the woman's heavy breathing and sweet moans, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned around, lifted her left leg from behind, and rubbed my hard penis against her sensitive area.
She pretended to refuse, but I ignored her whispers and objections and thrust my erect penis straight into her body. I couldn't believe that a woman of her age could be so strong. She kissed my neck and said, "Did your wife rarely touch you before?" "
I said, 'Wife? What's a wife?'
The woman laughed and pressed her body even closer, moaning incessantly. I worked even harder on her, kneading her breasts with one hand. The woman became excited; her body trembled, and her voice became indistinct. She cried out, cried out, cried out repeatedly—son, father, husband—all the titles became tools for her fantasies. I increased my strength, and soon I heard the woman say, 'I...I want...I want to ascend to heaven...' Then I felt a warm liquid pour over me, and the woman entered a dazed state. Looking at the woman, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom next door. My erect desire was still inside the woman's body. With each step in and out, liquid dripped from her body onto the floor.
After placing her on the bed, the woman slowly woke up and said, 'Zhao Ming really didn't lie to me?'" I chuckled to myself. I hadn't expected Zhao Ming to lead me to this kind of encounter. Was he, like me, watching my every move from some corner? My hard little brother was still inside her, wasn't he? So I responded by thrusting my little brother in and out of her. Suddenly, I felt myself being sucked by a hot, soft body, and a sticky substance kept flowing into her body. I knew I had once again left my offspring inside a strange woman.
The lady didn't seem satisfied. She gestured for me to hold her close to the bathroom, pulled out my limp desire, and carefully washed every part of my body, especially my little brother. I lay in the bathtub, wide-eyed, watching how she would torment me next.
She was indeed very skilled, her mouth swallowing and spitting out my penis while constantly stroking my scrotum. This strange feeling gave me a surge of pleasure. Watching my penis tremble with the woman's sucking... I couldn't help but bend down and caress her breasts. The lady was truly experienced; soon I let out excited moans. Finally, I couldn't resist pressing her head down and ejaculating my hot semen. With no way to avoid it, she had no choice but to swallow it.
Light streamed in through the window; it was getting light. Satisfied, I carried her back to bed. After a sleepless night and several intense encounters, I was exhausted. Suddenly, I heard her snoring. Looking at the mature, middle-aged lady beside me, thinking about what I had done to her, I smiled and contentedly pulled her into sleep.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, I felt something warm enter my lower body. It was the lady sucking my penis. After a night's sleep, I felt my strength return. Just as I was preparing for another three hundred rounds with her, she spat it out, looking at me with a confused expression, and said, "Have you learned the Wave Breath Technique?"
"Wave Breath Technique? I only remember Bai Mantian mentioning it, but I haven't learned it," I honestly replied.
“Actually, you’ve already learned it, you just didn’t know it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to withstand my attack just now,” the noblewoman said.
I was somewhat surprised; how had I fallen for Bai Mantian’s ways and become tainted by this so-called Wave Breath Technique?
“Perhaps Bai Mantian transferred the technique within his body to you,” the noblewoman said.
“I don’t know,” I replied silently, already feeling dejected. But I still remembered my purpose, and I asked, “How will you help me revive the Bai Group?”
She chuckled inwardly, “Come with me.” With that, she led me into a small room filled with orange light.

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[Volume 1: Play Before Indulgence] Chapter 50: Remote Control of Desire

Chapter Introduction: When love is interfered with by fame and fortune, both romantic talk and lovemaking in bed become distorted.
The small room was cozy, and there was a soft, large bed. Opposite the bed was a large screen. The noblewoman lay on the bed, picked up a remote control from the bedside table, and pressed a button. The activities taking place in each room were clearly visible on the screen.
"The people who come here all have powerful backgrounds. While they're having fun, I've also made backups of their videos. That's my secret weapon for controlling them," the wealthy woman said smugly.
I disagreed, saying, "What you're doing not only violates the code of honor in the underworld, but also puts yourself in a great threat." "
The code of honor in the underworld?" The wealthy woman sneered, saying, "Talk about honor with these people? Their crimes are enough to warrant eight hundred executions."
I knew that some people might have two heads, but no one could have eight hundred. The wealthy woman was just trying to prove how wicked these people were!
As the wealthy woman pressed the remote control buttons, the images on the screen kept changing, finally stopping at a rather interesting scene. The wealthy woman said, "Enough with the small talk, let's see how these people have fun here."
On the screen, a woman with a star-like presence lay on the bed, her shirt unbuttoned, her bra thrown on the table, her trousers pulled down, and a red thong hanging from her left heel. Her two breasts were bouncing back and forth. Two red erections stood high above. A thick, rapidly thrusting penis entered and exited her lower body. The owner's face was obscured; his figure was somewhat bloated, his belly slightly protruding, and his movements somewhat comical. Based on my experience, this man was likely a successful businessman or government official. His pants were half-down, his buttocks surging back and forth. The not-so-hard penis below him was driving in and out forcefully like a pile driver. The man seemed to be running out of strength, turning over to the woman's lower body. The woman, already unable to control herself, climbed onto him, beginning a series of gentle thrusts. They seemed close to climax. The woman was a good actress, but she wasn't acting; she was in real life. Her moans were soft and lingering, sometimes like a cat licking paste, sometimes uttering "oh, oh." Sometimes the sounds seemed to fade, making one think she had reached climax, but then, suddenly, they rose again, high-pitched and passionate. The moans were far more intense than those of Miss Ding and Abigale, incomparable to theirs. If Abigale's moans were at a middle school level, this woman's were at a university level. The enchanting sounds made me blush, my breathing becoming heavier. At this moment, the wealthy woman seized the opportunity to tease me.
"Do you know who this man is?" she asked mysteriously.
"Who is he?" I asked, recognizing his figure.
"Of course he's familiar, because he speaks on television several days a month," she said.
I suddenly remembered someone, but before I could speak, she silenced me with a kiss.
"Don't say it, just know it. With his help, do you think your Pepsi Group won't be revived?" she chuckled.
Actually, I knew the power of Police Chief Guan Shijie, but the revival of a company wasn't something a simple police chief could control.
The noblewoman said, "To make these people listen to you, you must lure them in."
I asked in surprise, "Lure them in? How?"
The noblewoman said, "Everyone has desires, and every rock has cracks. As long as you can find a crack, you can control these people."
I moved slightly, letting her feel my impact, and then said, "Please instruct me, noblewoman."
The noblewoman smiled and said, "Since you've agreed to my conditions, then you're mine. I can give you a building and grant you the key to controlling people. Whether you succeed or fail depends on your own fate."
She spoke like a bodhisattva facing a virtuous man or woman, but it seemed I had no other way but to comply with her demands. So, for my ideals, for the revitalization of the Bai Group, I had no choice but to sell my body to this so-called noblewoman. In fact, even without these things, I could have had a very pleasant relationship with her, but once fame and fortune interfered with our feelings, both our love and our lovemaking became distorted.
For various reasons, I felt somewhat uncomfortable doing this, but seeing the voluptuous and alluring woman before me, my manhood became even harder. After a few intense thrusts, a few drops of her juices had already dripped onto the ground. The woman gave me a lewd smile, reached out, and pulled back, leaving my manhood hanging precariously between my legs. She began to fondle it, and I felt as if all the blood in my body rushed to my head. My unruly member was now rock hard, and I was worried I'd explode. Oh well
, let's just do it. What does the deal matter? Instead of worrying too much, I might as well enjoy it. Her hands weren't small, but one hand wasn't enough to hold mine. She was obsessed with me, unable to resist the allure of my scent. With both hands, she took my penis into her mouth.
I sighed deeply, unsure whether I was lamenting my own depravity or lamenting that this was the first time in my life I'd been forced by a woman. The lady's tongue was incredibly agile, sometimes sweeping, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking; one moment it was on the coronal sulcus, the next it was on the two scrotums. My free hands suddenly grabbed the lady's breasts and began to ruthlessly ravage them…
The lady raised her head, glanced at me in surprise, chuckled, and then lowered her head again. Her tongue aimed at the glans and sucked hard. I could no longer hold back; my breathing became heavier, and my penis began to tremble. I wanted to tell her to spit it out, but it was too late.
The lady increased the intensity of her sucking, and a strong stream of liquid spurted out, rushing straight to her throat. The lady was somewhat frenzied; her tongue began to gently clean the battlefield on my penis, taking every last drop of semen into her mouth. Her tongue stirred, and with a gulp, she actually swept all the semen into her mouth and swallowed it.
It was the first time I had seen the lady in such a lewd state; my body, which had just ejaculated, was now full of energy again. The lady, seeing this, beamed with delight. She reached out and embraced my lower abdomen, pulling me to lie flat on the sofa before climbing on top of me. She lowered her head and sucked for a while, until I was rock hard. Then, she sat up straight, her buttocks sinking into me, allowing my erect desire to penetrate her.
The lady let out a soft moan of pleasure, letting my full body fill the emptiness within her. After only a few thrusts, she could no longer control her body, letting out a long "oh," before collapsing limply onto me.
Having already ejaculated twice, I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate immediately. I thought to myself, this woman is truly a killer without bloodshed; she'd rather take a man's life for her own pleasure.
Wine is poison that burns through the intestines, and lust is a knife that scrapes the bones. For someone like me, who is addicted to alcohol and obsessed with lust, it seems I'm getting closer and closer to heaven or hell. But where are my ideals, my goals, and Bai Mantian, Miss Ding, Zhao Ming, Abigale, and Bai Ling?
A day and a night of relentless madness left me feeling physically weak, and I drifted off to sleep, my mind hazy. In my hazy consciousness, I knew that what I needed to do next was to get this mysterious noblewoman to help me revitalize the Bai Group!

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[Volume 1: Play Before Indulgence] Chapter 51: Special Office (Part 1) Leading the Wolf On the Road

To the east of the Bai Group is a six-story orange building, the office building the noblewoman built for me. The design of the office building is similar to "At the Water's Edge," but the biggest difference is that "At the Water's Edge" is an entertainment venue for work, while this office building is an office venue for entertainment.
The first three floors of the office building are built to three-star standards, but in reality, the facilities inside are very simple, far inferior to three-star standards, so it looks very minimalist from the outside. Floors four through six are five-star standard, but even more luxurious, especially the fifth floor for VIPs and the sixth floor where I was—life there was like that of royalty.
Utilizing these facilities, and with the help of the wealthy woman, I grew bolder and began searching for targets in society. While satisfying my own desires, I also used those desires to control others—this was the business revitalization principle the wealthy woman taught me.
The opportunity to test it soon arrived. At my behest, the original lawyers for the Bai Group began submitting an application to reopen. However, because the Bai Group was a large, tax-delinquent entity, the application was obstructed by the tax bureau. The fat tax bureau chief, Wu Zhengxiong, was said to be ruthlessly upright, intolerant of any wrongdoing. But facing this tough nut to crack, I believed I could find a way to break him down. This opportunity came from a tip I'd heard: he had a peculiar hobby—he liked…!
Of course, this news was a bit dubious, because no one had any information on him. This claim even came from a drunken rumor: once, when Wu Zhengxiong was drunk, while many men were jokingly praising a certain celebrity's beauty, Wu Zhengxiong pointed to a little girl at the door and said, "This girl is the prettiest," with a greedy glint in his eyes.
I preferred to believe it was true, and risking moral decay, I began to approach Wu Zhengxiong.
Any man who has gambled knows that once you start, it's hard to control yourself. Wu Zhengxiong was no exception. Gambling not only provided a convenient excuse for those who wanted to bribe him but couldn't find a way, but it also brought Wu Zhengxiong a fortune. Because it wasn't theft, robbery, or bribery, but rather "winning" in gambling—the fruits of his own "labor"—Wu Zhengxiong was endlessly enthusiastic about gambling. Guided by a wealthy woman, I entered the city's underground secret casino.
Gambling is often associated with sex; gamblers believe women bring them luck, so women are an indispensable part of the casino scene. Even the world-famous Sidion earned a fortune in Las Vegas. While the underground casinos here are nowhere near as luxurious as those in Macau or Las Vegas, they are still vibrant and exciting places.
The rules of this gambling city are strict and fair, and everyone who gambles here will find it thrilling. Unlike the scheming of officialdom, where gambling is ostensibly a game of bribery, here there are no ranks, only wins and losses, only courage and money. Wu Zhengxiong came here precisely to seek this kind of thrill.
Entry to the underground casino is strictly controlled, especially for a newcomer like myself. I had to pass through six checkpoints before I could enter smoothly. At the gambling tables, many people had red and swollen eyes, but their spirits remained high.
I saw Wu Zhengxiong and a group of gamblers sitting at a table, shouting and watching the dice roll before it was time to begin. When the dice settled, Wu Zhengxiong's head drooped. I knew he had lost badly again.
"Old Wu, are you alright? If not, hurry home," said a burly man with a thick beard.
Wu Zhengxiong felt his pockets; they were almost empty, but he seemed unwilling to leave.
"Don't pretend you don't have money," someone cursed. It seemed those who gambled here were all people with powerful connections; anyone trying to cheat would offend a lot of people.
Wu Zhengxiong left the gambling table dejectedly.
"Hey, don't go, you still owe me money," the bearded man said
. "I'll go home and get it for you," Wu Zhengxiong said.
"Get what? You can't exactly offer your middle-aged wife as payment, can you?" At the gambling table, the winner is the boss, money talks, and no matter what official you are, they can still humiliate you.
I knew it was time to act, so I pulled a stack of old banknotes from my pocket and placed them on the table. I said, "Is this enough?"
The bearded man's eyes lit up at the sight of money, and he quickly apologized, "Mr. Wu, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," while rapidly shoving the money around his side.
"Director Wu, don't be discouraged, I'll take you to have some good luck," I said, putting my arm around Wu Zhengxiong's shoulder.
"Who are you?" Wu Zhengxiong was still somewhat wary of me, a stranger.
I took a photo out of my pocket and handed it to Wu Zhengxiong, saying, "I'm a friend of the wealthy lady; he introduced you to me."
Hearing that I was a friend of the wealthy lady and seeing the photo I gave him, Wu Zhengxiong believed me without a doubt and got into the car with me.
Of course, the photo played a crucial role, because it showed three stunningly beautiful girls, around fifteen or sixteen years old, whom I had recently contacted.

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[Volume 1: Playful Encounters Before Debauchery] Chapter 52: Special Office (Part 2) A Different Scenery Before the Screen

The car stopped in front of the simply decorated office building of the Bai Group. Two guards standing on either side of the entrance came over and opened the car doors. Wu Zhengxiong and I got out; one was tall and the other short, one fat and the other thin. I extended my right hand in a gesture of invitation and said, "Please." Wu Zhengxiong and I walked side by side down the pink carpet and up the marble steps of the office building. We went straight to the third floor and arrived at a state-of-the-art suite, where we sat on a large, luxurious pink leather sofa.
Seeing Wu Zhengxiong's impatient expression, I pressed a button on the wall behind the sofa. Immediately, three completely naked women entered in single file, their steps light and graceful like a fashion show performer. They lined up in front of the sofa, looking down at us with innocent curiosity.
"These three are all virgins, pure virgins. They are orphans left over from a major earthquake, specially raised by a professional department. They have undergone rigorous training; they cannot speak and know nothing. They were isolated from infancy, truly untouched virgin territory. But they are all carefully selected beauties. They are experiencing their first stirrings of love, their youthful energy stirring, instinctively yearning for the opposite sex, yet they have never had contact with one. In terms of sex, they are still a group of unawakened, untrained, and undeflowered virgins. You can choose whoever pleases you; there's no need to have any reservations," I said to Wu Zhengxiong with a smile.
"Excellent! Excellent! -- I never imagined such a strange organization existed in the world, with such astonishing foresight, such novel and bold ideas, and such a captivating concept. It truly broadens one's horizons and refreshes one's senses. Admirable! Admirable! Truly admirable!" Wu Zhengxiong laughed heartily as he stood up, extending his well-maintained, plump hand to touch this girl's face, pinch that girl's breasts, and occasionally leaning down to tilt his head back to admire their full, fleshy bodies. Finally, he chose one of the smaller, more voluptuous girls, around thirteen or fourteen years old. "Let this little girl stay."
"Of course, of course. You have a good eye for beauty. But why only keep one?" I asked generously.
"One is enough!" Wu Zhengxiong said with a lewd grin.
"Alright, keep one then. A moment of pleasure is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Have fun. See you tomorrow!" I waved to dismiss the two who hadn't been chosen.
After escorting Wu Zhengxiong to the main entrance of the suite, I closed the door, turned back to my office, and sat in front of the screen, watching Wu Zhengxiong's spectacular performance.
He stood with a slight bend, admiring the young woman who still stood shyly in front of the sofa, as if admiring a plaster sculpture of a beautiful woman. He kept circling around her, touching and looking at her from left to right, sometimes moving forward, sometimes back. This woman was about 1.5 meters tall and slender. Her frame was delicate, but her muscles were unusually full and rounded; her skin was also unusually fair and supple, and very elastic and firm: she was a petite and exquisite type of voluptuous. Her breasts were small and round, with soft lines, just like two regularly shaped fleshy cones, symmetrically set on her full and tender breasts; they were round and smooth, with a red and lustrous color, like two bright red bayberries set on the top of the cones; they were plump and white, and had not yet grown a single bud. From a distance , her hair resembled a freshly steamed, plump white bun with a shallow cut in the center.
After admiring her up close, Wu Zhengxiong put his left arm around her waist and his right hand on her right breast. He sat down on the sofa first, then let the girl sit on his lap. The girl sat shyly on the old man's lap, her eyes wide open, looking at the short, stout old man with a hint of fear. He then admired her more closely: a typical Eastern beauty. Her oval face was fair with a hint of rosy pink, her short, glossy black hair reached her neck, her eyebrows were perfectly proportioned, and her long eyelashes complemented her double eyelids beautifully. Look at those deep, clear, sparkling black eyes, so like two large, black lychee seeds embedded in crystal; and that delicate nose, with such clear and graceful lines; and those rosy lips, those shallow dimples, that round, tender chin—her entire face was perfectly proportioned. How harmonious, how magical, how beautiful! Especially her skin, so white, tender, and translucent, even the blue veins beneath were clearly visible. What onions, tender shoots, creamy skin—it's all nonsense! What in the world can compare? Alright, my darling, lie down, let me play with you properly. Wu Zhengxiong made the girl, who was completely at his mercy, lie flat on the large, highly elastic sofa. He himself knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa, eager to verify whether the beauty before him was truly virgin.
He first spread the girl's legs apart, and she responded very obediently. Instantly, what unfolded before him was an incomparably beautiful world—her entire genital area was only evenly covered with some lustrous and beautiful downy hair, and her skin was whiter and more tender than tender bamboo shoots; most girls, no matter how fair-skinned, would have some degree of pubic skin. It was usually gray or dark. But what he saw before him... was truly a miracle. His greedy gaze focused again on the girl's petite yet unusually protruding, swollen, like a "swollen peach" in females. Only a plump peach could compare—it really resembled it! These two tender, full, and taut labia majora—their color, shape, and the beauty they evoked were so much like the two protruding lobes on either side of a peach's groove! Her legs were spread wide open! And even in this position, they still bulged so much! Look, even with her legs spread so wide, there wasn't a single indentation at the base of her thighs; they remained so full, so round, as if they had no bones. And then there was this most mysterious and therefore most alluring slit, squeezed so tightly, so densely. From top to bottom, a dark, deep, mysterious, and indistinct crevice. But unlike the slight creases of ordinary girls... Her flesh was a dark reddish hue; unlike some young girls, it didn't have a wide slit.
Seeing this, Wu Zhengxiong felt an irresistible itch. He couldn't help but reach out his right hand, covering the girl's entire body with his large palm, then gently caressing it until the girl's lower body trembled slightly. As his palm moved slowly, Wu Zhengxiong's previously tightly pursed lips revealed a slight smile. Gentle, smooth, delicate, and incredibly firm—the feel was superb. "Her vulva feels wonderful," he thought. Then, he gently pressed the girl's mound with his right middle finger. He felt his finger being gently pushed back. This feeling was even more wondrous. Such a delicate and perfect virgin was about to be deflowered by him, a man nearing sixty. It was truly a case of "an old cow eating tender grass." If it weren't for the Bai Group, if it weren't for Bai Mantian, how could I do such a thing? Even if such a heinous act were committed, it would be a self-inflicted temptation. How could such a delicacy be allowed to fall into someone else's mouth?
I stopped daydreaming and focused my eyes on the screen: Wu Zhengxiong's entire body was pressed against the sofa. He lifted the girl's legs, pushing her body upwards, then added his left hand, pressing his two thumbs against the bare edges of the slit on either side, while his other eight fingers curled slightly, resting naturally on the equally bare groin area. With everything in place, his thumbs began to exert force, like prying open a meat bun, gradually separating the two tightly knit labia. As the slit gradually opened, Wu Zhengxiong's eyes reflected two beams of blood-red light, like a bloodthirsty predator smiling as he devoured his prey. He sighed as he continued to exert force, widening the slit like a bracket. Watching this lovely hymen about to be... It's a little hard to bear to let that scoundrel expose me, but...
I never imagined a girl could be so arousing to me! You can imagine how intense the feeling must be for Wu Zhengxiong! After all, this is virgin territory that has never been penetrated before! There's an old Chinese poem that says, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you." This line is so fitting here, so incredibly fitting!
The girl lay back on the sofa, a little timid, her eyes half-open, half-closed. She looked around shyly yet excitedly, but dared not move rashly, simply letting Wu Zhengxiong do as he pleased.
After confirming she was indeed a virgin, Wu Zhengxiong calmly stood up, took out a pill from his suit pocket, removed one, placed it in his left palm, and put the pill back in his pocket. He then picked up the cup of fragrant tea that the waiter had prepared before he entered, which was placed on the coffee table next to the sofa, and poured the green pill... He swallowed the drug. Then, he took out a bottle of liquid from another pocket and poured it all into a teacup: "Come on, my darling, drink this, you'll be happy." As he spoke, Wu Zhengxiong helped her up, who was still lying there watching excitedly and curiously. He then half-fed, half-force-fed her the remaining tea mixed with the drug. After confirming she had swallowed it all, he put the teacup back on the coffee table, turned around, and smiled smugly at the girl.
I hadn't expected him to have this trick up his sleeve. I always felt that girls wouldn't give in so easily, even after rigorous training. A girl who hadn't experienced sex before would always be nervous and afraid of her first time. Besides, the tearing of that hymen would bring her excruciating pain. Wu Zhengxiong actually used drugs to conquer such a girl; it seemed he was quite experienced in doing such heinous things.
The girl's face slowly flushed, her eyelids red and slightly erect, her hands already twitching unconsciously… the drug must be taking effect. Wu Zhengxiong calmly removed his clothes piece by piece until he was only wearing his underwear. He knelt on the edge of the sofa, bent down, and entered the actual stage of sexual pleasure. He looked intently at the girl's face; her eyes were also filled with longing, her red lips moving almost imperceptibly, as if anticipating his kiss. Her whole body shifted slightly, uneasy. It seemed the drug was truly taking effect. Wu Zhengxiong leaned closer, lowering his head, covered in gray hair, and gently kissed her small, sensual lips with his shaved mouth. Warm, soft, sweet. He didn't linger long; his head slowly moved down, kissing her earlobe, neck, collarbone, breasts, and finally her nipples. He lingered on her breasts for a long, long time before his lips finally pressed down. Her skin reacted sensitively: it slightly indented, then quickly bounced back; her pores opened, her body temperature rose, and her breathing became rapid. Especially noticeable was how her lips, upon touching them, trembled and bounced back, quickly becoming hard and erect, unlike the way a typical young girl would slump and spread out in the same position. Looking at them, they resembled two round, bright red strawberries embedded in two bowls of perfectly steamed glutinous rice. They were incredibly tempting. Pressing them with his hand, he felt their smooth, soft texture and the springy sensation—a feeling unlike anything else in the world. Wu Zhengxiong couldn't resist; his hands rubbed, kneaded, and squeezed them. The tender flesh, the exquisite elasticity, intoxicated him, making him feel completely relaxed and sweet. At the same time, it ignited his burning desire, making him impatient.
Meanwhile, the girl's body reacted constantly, sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed, sometimes flattened, sometimes tilted to the side, sometimes wriggling, sometimes trembling, sometimes curling up, sometimes twisting... Her eyelids and cheeks were already burning red with desire. Even her eyes seemed red. Her whole body was radiating a scorching aura and heat. She also began to moan softly.
This aura and heat strongly infected Wu Zhengxiong, causing him to unconsciously temporarily deviate from his original intention of "playing with her calmly." So he stopped savoring the other parts of the girl's body and eagerly wanted to insert his already hard, sharp penis into the crevice that had already driven him crazy.
Even so, he still tried to restrain himself. He straightened his well-maintained body and retreated, all the way back to the girl's lower body. Then he grabbed the girl's calves with both hands, making them bend and spread open, and knelt down between the girl's legs with his knees together. The girl was already in a state of high sexual arousal: the inner thighs, especially the area around the base of her legs where the fleshy buds bulged like steamed buns, were vastly different from what he had first seen. The once smooth, delicate, and fair skin was now glistening with sweat and a flushed sheen, and the pores were dilated, clearly visible, as if magnified. The girl's lower body was covered in a glistening, milky-white fluid, dripping wet. This indicated that this cute yet pitiful thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl was burning with uncontrollable lust from the aphrodisiac! He couldn't believe this drug actually had such miraculous power. It was said that ancient Chinese emperors loved to consume the fluids of virgins, especially young virgins, claiming it was for yin-yang balance and to strengthen the body. I think there's a lot of truth to that.
As Wu Zhengxiong thought this, he licked her perineum with his tongue, like a dog licking its juices, making a smacking sound, licking with relish. However, somehow, the more he licked, the more there was. The constantly flowing saliva emitted a strange, arousing scent that could only be experienced, not described.
Wu Zhengxiong raised his upper body, lowered his head, and once again parted the girl's body. He bent down and licked the small bud with the tip of his tongue. Then he raised his head again and forcefully separated the flesh, revealing the tightly pressed, tender red flesh, where it was joined together like glue. On the bright red flesh walls, glistening dewdrops seeped out, forming trickles that quietly flowed into the valley. Even the hymen was covered with a few drops of dew.
Wu Zhengxiong could no longer control himself. With movements so fast I could hardly believe it, he knelt and hastily lifted the girl's two jade-like legs, quickly placing them on top of his own hairy thighs. Kneeling with his legs spread, facing her, his right hand gripped his long, large, veiny penis, while his left hand parted the half-open, half-closed slit, aiming the mushroom-like head at the pink, yet unseen, part of her vulva. He thrust his hips forward, watching the entrance,
but his penis was so large, and her slit so small, that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't penetrate, only adding to the girl's pain. Wu Zhengxiong, a seasoned lecher, knew he couldn't force it. He tried to lower his erect penis, aligning it with the girl's opening, circling and wriggling clockwise to coat it with her juices before finally pushing it in. This move was truly effective; his glans, without anyone noticing, stretched the flat opening into a large circle—the root of his desire was completely inside—it looked as if a large cucumber had been suddenly stuffed into the tender mouth of a young girl.
Through the screen, I could feel the intense stimulation of Wu Zhengxiong being gently and tightly gripped by a circle of wet, warm, tender flesh. This stimulation quickly induced a subtle, warm current of pleasure, flowing through his penis straight to his spine and lungs. It made him feel lightheaded, as if floating on clouds. He felt like a god.
After a long period of grinding, Wu Zhengxiong began to slowly thrust, up, down, left, right, he was tightly wrapped and gripped by countless slippery tongues. The girl frowned, her face showing pain and fear. Her legs were constantly twisting and kicking, trying to resist his efforts. Looking at their entrance, the flesh beneath was pitifully taut: as his head pushed in, the flesh at the edge of her slit would slightly indent, as if it were about to be completely shoved into her belly; and as he pulled his head out, the tender, bright red flesh inside her slit would immediately be rolled up into a round, red rubber band, tightly gripping Wu Zhengxiong's head, as if trying to hold him back and prevent him from leaving.
He temporarily stopped his lower body movements. Instead, he focused on the girl's upper body. He used all his skills, employing both hands and mouth, kissing the girl's lips, earlobes, and neck while teasing and kneading her breasts. After more than ten minutes of effort, the girl finally became excited again. Once again, he subtly and slowly thrust his hips, gradually pushing in, passing through the tightly pressed flesh walls, until he felt his head being held tightly by a gentle, fleshy hand, before he slowly withdrew slightly. As he withdrew, he keenly felt his head being pushed back, and finally, most of his shaft was inside. Meanwhile, the girl, aside from constantly writhing and occasionally letting out slightly painful moans, didn't resist as forcefully as before!
Looking at the two now joined together: one white and radiant, the other furry; one with her full lips stretched wide open, the other squeezed so tightly her veins bulged, struggling to breathe; one like a greedy little white cat, the other like a large squirrel being carried. Wu Zhengxiong focused his gaze and attention on the girl's face. He noticed unintentionally that the girl's eyes were already squinting, her long eyelashes drooping low, and the flush on her eyelids had spread to her forehead and eyebrows; even her forehead was sweaty, with glistening beads of perspiration constantly appearing; her snow-white teeth gently bit her pink lips, and faint traces of pain were visible on her face; her head swayed from side to side on the sofa, her beautiful black hair fanning out on the pink sofa. He slowly began to thrust again. The thrusting was still difficult, but much smoother than before. He thrust slowly while savoring the sensation, his eyes constantly darting up and down.
Wu Zhengxiong unconsciously paused for a while. After a long while, the girl suddenly opened her eyes, her still bloodshot and hazy gaze revealing a hint of doubt, a hint of resentment, and a hint of expectation.
Wu Zhengxiong, even more excited, used both hands to support his upper body, moving his waist and hips lightly, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts. His gluteal muscles tensed and relaxed, showing considerable effort. At the same time, the girl's petite body undulated with each thrust, like grains of rice being sown. This undulation caused her breasts to sway and tremble, like squeezing tofu with a cloth, slowly at first, then faster. These ripples of breasts and hips surged and undulated, leaving the girl breathless and writhing. Unconsciously, her small mouth opened, gradually changing from panting to soft, intermittent "hehe" sounds. The sounds were so enjoyable, so passionate, so intoxicating. Infecting Wu Zhengxiong, he lost himself, breathing heavily with "Oh-hee, oh-hee," while thrusting even more vigorously.
He thrust in and out, his head bowed low, peering at the girl. [4] The girl was so petite, and Wu Zhengxiong so fat…like a lion raping a lamb!
The girl's juices were flowing freely, slippery and wet. Her once tightly pursed "little mouth," like a new sock, had gradually adapted to his "legs," molded into the shape of a man's unique organ. This allowed every part of her flesh to fit snugly against his penis, forming countless elastic "flesh hoops," densely packed. He moved back and forth between these "flesh hoops," constantly secreting "honey," rubbing against them. Waves of pleasure washed over him, kissing and battering the "sand" of his penis, spreading rapidly, stirring every inch of his skin, every cell, every nerve, every drop of blood. "Splash—splash—splash—" Wave after wave, each more intense than the last, brought him pleasure, made him dizzy, and intoxicated him.
All the senses in his body were drawn to something like a blood pressure monitor. The mercury of pleasure rose, rose, and rose again, ever rising. And that soft, warm, wet, slippery, virginal passage of life felt like a series of sensitive, tender hands, constantly kneading the handle that caused the "mercury column" to rise. With each thrust, it kneaded even more intensely; he felt his blood surging, boiling; his pulse pounding, his heart pounding, his blood vessels dilating; his blood pressure rising rapidly—he was almost thrown to the peak of pleasure. But he didn't want to surrender so quickly; he wanted to temporarily escape those "tender hands" that were driving him to ecstasy. So he quickly pulled out his now even larger penis. As soon as it was pulled out, a gush of white fluid, containing countless offspring, gushed out, forming a strange question mark-shaped parabola, sprinkling onto the girl's full belly, large and small, droplets like glistening water droplets on a lotus leaf. Watching the captivating performance on the screen, even my kind-hearted self had thoughts of defiling the girl. However, I had to properly entertain my guest; I had to use this opportunity to take the first step towards success for the Bai Group.
After seeing Wu Zhengxiong finish resting and dressed in a suit, I went back into the office on the third floor.
"Director Wu, how was the dish? Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality," I said politely.
Wu Zhengxiong's face was still flushed, unable to suppress his excitement. He feigned composure and said, "Not bad, not bad."
I smiled and said, "If Director Wu likes it, just give me a call if you want this dish again, and I'll send a car to pick you up."
Wu Zhengxiong chuckled, turned, and got into his car. I closed the door, waved, and the car sped away. I didn't make any demands, but I knew from his reaction that he wouldn't make things difficult for me regarding the Bai Group in the future!

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〖Volume 1: Play Before Indulgence〗 Chapter 53: True Nature Revealed (Part 1) Opening Banquet

Thanks to the help of Finance Director Wu Zhengxiong, the Bai Group's application to relist was approved without any obstacles. At this time, I was extremely grateful to Zhao Ming and the wealthy woman who had guided me. Although my relationship with them was merely a transaction, without them, the Bai Group's affairs wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
The opening was very lively. The company had weathered so many setbacks that the original team had long since fallen apart. However, thanks to Zhao Ming and the wealthy woman's connections, a large number of government officials and industry peers attended, completely overshadowing the company's previous deserted state.
At the celebratory banquet, through Zhao Ming and the wealthy woman's introductions, I met many high-ranking figures, including Municipal Party Secretary Guan Yujie, Deputy Secretary Liu Shiqiang, Municipal Party Secretary Zhan Zhangqiyao, Public Security Bureau Chief Xu Zonghai, Transportation Bureau Chief Li Baoju, Labor and Social Security Bureau Chief Lin Qingshan, and Tax Bureau Chief Wu Zhengxiong, among many other government officials. When men get together, the topic of drinking naturally revolves around women. Through conversations with them, their connections, their drivers, and the introductions given to me by Zhao Ming and the wealthy woman, I quickly gained an understanding of them. Of course, after the meal, besides giving each of them a 10,000 yuan red envelope, I also kept some of the top figures for a bit of entertainment.
These people were very wary; without Zhao Ming and the wealthy woman's recommendations, they wouldn't have listened to me at all. Fortunately, thanks to their two unwavering assurances and endless bluffing, many leaders trusted me completely. They not only accepted the red envelopes but also my invitation to tour the important office area on the fourth floor!
Upon entering the fourth floor, they were assigned to different private rooms. Although the rooms were numbered differently, the facilities were largely the same: a double steam bathtub, an adjustable massage bed, and a pair of small sofas. Besides a double dance floor, there was a themed bar and a small cinema with about twenty seats, often showing lewd and stimulating pornographic films. The inner rooms had double beds, red silk quilts, and bathrooms with showers and saunas—comfortable and convenient.
These men, some over fifty, had grandchildren already in high school, yet they were now facing the task of massaging and comforting children roughly the same age as their grandchildren. The thought that their sons or grandchildren were unaware that their fathers or grandfathers had found them stepmothers of similar age was truly absurd.
Zhao Ming came to me, saying I absolutely had to serve the wealthy lady well today; she was my cash cow. Thinking of that voluptuous body and that Buddha-like face, I felt a thousand times unwilling, but I had already promised her, so I had to fulfill my promise wholeheartedly. Everything upstairs, including the arrangements after the banquet today, was the wealthy lady's masterpiece, so I invited her to my office without hesitation. Facing the large screen on the wall, we began to learn from these experienced officials about their daily work practices!
Because so many people were involved, a large number of beautiful women were needed, so I asked the wealthy lady for help, asking her to call the management of "Spring of Girls" to send more girls. Some of the girls provided by "Spring of Girls" came from the countryside, while others were from the city. Due to the urgency, they hadn't undergone rigorous training; some didn't even know what kind of work or life they were about to face. Fortunately, no worries, these officials were all seasoned ladies' men; they could handle these girls. Even if they couldn't, it didn't matter; they would clean up the mess themselves. Who wants to create trouble for their future?
Because there were so many rooms, the lady and I only watched a few clips intermittently on the large screen in the room. However, we focused on the spectacular performance of Party Secretary Guan Yujie and Deputy Party Secretary Liu Shiqiang. After watching, I understood a principle: a person's life experience is essentially their sexual experience. The richer your sexual experience, the more life experience you gain. Men conquer women by conquering the world, and women conquer the world by conquering men. This was
Party Secretary Guan Yujie's room.
Because the Party Secretary is the top leader of the city, many aspects of the company's future development will be closely related to him, so I specially arranged a luxury suite for him on the fourth floor.
Entering the suite, one finds a small, enclosed, oval-shaped living room equipped with soundproofing and air conditioning. Compared to a four-star hotel, this living room is remarkably simple, even somewhat eccentric, perhaps reflecting the designer's striking and unconventional personality: a multi-light palace-style chandelier overhead emits a soft white light, illuminating the entire living room as if it were daytime. Around the chandelier, like stars, are embedded various colored lights, surrounding the moon. The walls are covered with a white fabric with light blue polka dots. Apart from this, there is no other decoration.
The room's furnishings are also peculiar: only along the two longer, flatter oval walls are a TV stand and a long sofa. On the table sits a large-screen imported color television, and on the shelf beneath is a DVD player; the sofa is upholstered in genuine tiger skin, and in front of it is an oval mahogany coffee table inlaid with a mirror-like oval marble slab. On the coffee table sat two wine glasses, two remote controls, and a tray laden with colorful fruit.
When Guan Yujie entered, a music program was playing on television. Melodious music echoed throughout the room. A slightly older woman and a beautiful girl of about thirteen or fourteen sat gracefully on the sofa watching the program.
"Oh, Secretary Guan, you've arrived! We've been waiting for you," the woman said respectfully, rising from the sofa upon seeing Guan Yujie. She then turned to the girl, "This is our distinguished guest. No need for introductions, right? You should have seen him on television."
"Hello, Leader!" the girl greeted Guan Yujie politely as she stood up. Although she seemed a little reserved, her voice was as soft and pleasant as ever, with a touch of childishness.
"Hello, hello!" Guan Yujie extended his plump hand and gently squeezed the girl's hesitantly outstretched, fair, and full hand. His gaze was deeply captivated by the girl's stunning beauty—
a rare and exquisite beauty. She wore a light lotus-colored dress, had a head of fluffy, neck-length short hair, and a pair of delicate white leather shoes. Her complexion was fair and charming, her features harmoniously blending to create a breathtaking beauty. Her breasts were small and full, with soft lines; her waist was slender, her curves smooth, and her figure graceful. The overall impression she gave was like a lotus bud standing gracefully on the water, just beginning to bloom, possessing a pure and ethereal beauty. "
I really did choose someone beautiful. She's so beautiful!" Guan Yujie was stunned by her beauty, standing there for a long time, his eyes shining as he stared at her.
The girl clearly sensed Guan Yujie's gesture and gaze; her dark, fine, and neat eyelashes drooped low, giving her a shy and endearing appearance.
Seeing this, the young woman smiled and said, "Secretary Guan, I'll be going now. You two talk. Goodnight!"
"Uh...oh! Okay, goodnight!" Guan Yujie seemed to have just come to his senses and said to the girl, "Come, sit down. Why are you still standing? Sit down, sit down. You don't need to be so polite here . Come, come, sit here and watch TV and chat with me." As he spoke, he slowly and maturely sat down.
The girl then sat back down on the sofa, still a little reserved. Guan Yujie then began to admire and appreciate the girl's beauty from the side. This girl's face did indeed have an indescribable beauty—a type of beauty he had never seen before—a classic oval face with a pair of exceptionally beautiful large eyes: large, black, clear, and bright; the whites of her eyes, clear with a faint green tinge. This green, symbolizing purity, made her eyes appear even purer and deeper. Coupled with her delicate double eyelids and thick, even eyelashes, one could easily be mesmerized by those eyes, lost in their deep, emerald-green depths. Yet, despite her large eyes, her lips were so small—a vibrant, full, and sensual cherry-like color. How exquisite! And then there was her delicate, finely shaped nose; her translucent, fair skin; and her fair cheeks… Her entire face, her complexion, exuded a fresh, vibrant, radiant, and spirited beauty, making one want to reach out and touch it.
The girl had already noticed the fat, burly leader staring at her, but she was used to being stared at, especially since it was Secretary Guan, whom she often saw on television. She wasn't angry at all, only continuing to lower her eyes, fiddling with her skirt, occasionally glancing up at the television.
Guan Yujie didn't recognize the beautiful woman before him, but he knew she was one of the girls selected nationwide under various pretexts. "Good girl, tell me, what's your name? How old are you?"
"My name is Xiaoyu, I'm fourteen years old..." The girl kept her head down, her voice low, yet incredibly soft and sweet.
"Xiaoyu? What a beautiful name, as beautiful as the person who has it... Do you know what kind of work I do here?" "
Director D said that from today onwards, I will be Secretary Guan's personal secretary."
"That's right, we have plenty of time tonight, don't rush. Since it's our first meeting, we should have a drink before becoming personal, don't you think?"
"But...but I've never drunk alcohol before, not even wine!"
"That's in the past. Now you have to learn. You can't get by here without learning to drink." Guan Yujie said, getting up and taking a bottle of fine wine from the refrigerator—this wine was made with an aphrodisiac that could be taken by both men and women, a clever trick of the wealthy woman.
"Come on, let's have a drink together to celebrate our first meeting." Guan Yujie personally filled the wine glasses and handed one to the girl named Xiaoyu. He then picked up another glass for himself. "Come on, bottoms up."
"I never drink... but since you're so happy, I'll have a drink with you." Although Xiaoyu was young and inexperienced, she was quite eloquent.
"Well said! Well said! Generous! Frank! I like people like you who are sweet-talking, generous, and frank!" After saying that, he raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. Then he watched Xiaoyu finish her other glass. "Okay, now you have to return the favor, right? Yes! I'll pour you one. Yes... okay, okay, that's it, okay, let's drink!"
"Cheers... I hope you'll take good care of me in the future, Secretary. I'll treat you like a father..."
In this way, under Guan Yujie's constant coaxing, Xiaoyu drank glass after glass. A girl as naive as her, with little experience in the world, was no match for the seasoned and experienced Guan Yujie! In less than half an hour, Xiaoyu felt her face burning and her heart pounding. The innocent girl thought it was just the alcohol taking effect.
Guan Yujie had been secretly observing her closely. He noticed that the redness on Xiaoyu's cheeks was deepening, and her breathing was becoming rapid. He had to seize the opportunity and press his advantage.
"Let's watch and talk... but watching TV like this is so boring. Let's watch a DVD, it's a movie, you won't see this often later." Guan Yujie pressed the switch on the DVD player, which already had a disc inserted, picked up the two remote controls on the coffee table, skillfully pressed them for a while, then turned off the bright chandelier and turned on the colorful lights scattered throughout the ceiling.
The room immediately dimmed, becoming somewhat like a dance hall, red and green, mysterious and alluring.
Xiaoyu remained silent.
Then, a top-notch slice-of-life film began playing on the color screen opposite:

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