【Conquest】(48)

Chapter 48

On the top floor of the Yanjing branch of the Spring Group, in Wang Ye's office, the thick Italian imported carpet

was soft and comfortable. The rosewood desk was also made in a European style, simple and fashionable, yet not lacking

in luxury. There was a faint sandalwood fragrance in the room, very faint but long-lasting. Wang Yuanhao lowered his head so that

Wang Ye behind the desk could not see his face, because at this moment, Wang Yuanhao's face was not the respect and caution shown in his tone

, but rather disdain and dissatisfaction filled his gloomy face.

Wang Ye swirled the red liquid in his glass, took a small sip, and then

smacked saying, "I've been a rich man for so many years, how come I still can't learn that style? Is this

red wine really that good? I feel like it can't even compare to a few dozen yuan's worth of Erguotou."

"There's no way around it, people these days only care about appearances. If Uncle doesn't learn these things, people will just think of you

as a nouveau riche." Seeing Wang Ye frown, Wang Yuanhao immediately changed his tune, "Chairman Wang..."

"Never mind, there are no outsiders here, just call me Uncle." Wang Ye pushed the red wine away and put his feet up on the table.

"Uncle, you could say this is returning to simplicity."

"Don't flatter me. I know what kind of person I am. I can put on airs and

act profound , but here in my own space, I am my true self. And this awful sandalwood, I really don't understand

how anyone could like this smell..."

Wang Yuanhao didn't dare to reply, after all, it wasn't something he could comment on.

"Has Luo Meisha arrived?"

"Yes, she called. I gave her tickets to tonight's model competition. After the live broadcast... would you like to go to her

hotel or have her go to your villa, Uncle?"

"Hehe, I'd like to have her, but the Lin guy doesn't want to."

"Then I'll arrange for her to come to the company." Wang Yuanhao noted in his notebook.

"By the way, Nana... how are they? Is everything alright?"

"My cousin is fine, she goes to work and comes home normally, her life is mostly just going between the company and home. Aunt...

something happened last night."

Wang Ye instantly stood up from his chair, his face ashen as he glared at Wang Yuanhao, without saying a word.

"My third aunt's car rear-ended a Maserati last night, and there were these three people in the car." Wang Yuanhao

handed an A4 sheet of paper to Wang Ye and continued, "One of them touched my third aunt."

Wang Ye swept all the documents under the table, and the bottle of red wine, a symbol of nobility, was dumped and shattered like trash

at the table leg. Wang Ye said coldly, "Don't tell me these bastards are still alive and well..."

"I've already arranged for someone to handle it, and the feedback is..." Wang Yuanhao looked at his notebook,

not letting his eyes reveal too much, "...the person who touched my third aunt's hand has been crippled."

Wang Ye frowned: "Just the hand?"

"...This person's father is the Minister of Propaganda of Donghai..."

Wang Ye clenched his fist: "Minister of Propaganda?"

"He's the deputy, not a member of the Standing Committee." Wang Yuanhao was about to continue when he was interrupted by Wang Ye's roar.

"Damn it, a vice minister who didn't even make it to the Standing Committee dares to let his son touch my wife! I'm going to kill him,

fuck him, I'll call for help myself."

Wang Yuanhao hurriedly ran over and hugged Wang Ye, pleading, "Third Uncle, let me finish, Third Uncle, Mayor Lin

called . You were sleeping then, so I didn't disturb you. Mayor Lin just said he had dinner with that minister and then hung up

..."

Wang Ye paused for a moment, then immediately roared, "Go to hell, Lin Tianming, you had dinner with him, and my

wife was touched by his son?!" Wang Ye kicked Wang Yuanhao away, picked up a chair and slammed it

onto the elegantly decorated bar counter, shattering a large number of priceless bottles of liquor into pieces.

After a brief outburst of anger, Wang Ye finally calmed down. His face contorted with pain as he turned

to look out the window, his back to Wang Yuanhao, and asked, "Just one hand?"

"Both, comminuted fractures."

"Very good. You handled this well. Xiaoya, how is your third aunt?"

"My third aunt is fine. She might be going to the traffic police station today to deal with the accident. I've already arranged for them

to follow up, and it'll be resolved quickly."

"Does your third aunt know what happened to those three people?" "

She probably doesn't. I've already arranged for someone to smooth things over. I remember my third uncle saying that my third aunt doesn't

like these kinds of things."

"Hmm, is there anything else?" Wang Ye finally turned around, walked to the sofa in the office, and lay down with his eyes closed

.

"Recently, there seem to be many unfamiliar faces around 'Tiangong,'

and more people are asking for 'Tiangong' VIP cards."

"Weren't they introduced by acquaintances?"

"Although they are acquaintances, they were all introduced by VIP customers who only became VIPs in the last year." Wang Yuanhao stared intently

at Wang Ye, who was resting with his eyes closed, but his tone remained cautious.

"Something's not right." Wang Ye suddenly sat up, but didn't open his eyes. Wang Yuanhao was startled

and immediately lowered his head. "Tell 'Tiangong' to keep a low profile. Don't let anyone

in unless they've been regulars for more than three years. If you lose customers, you can find new ones, but if the building collapses, it'll be hard to rebuild. I'm worried that when it collapses, it might

crush me, the one who built it..."

"I understand." Wang Yuanhao didn't write this down in his notebook. He closed the notebook and looked at Wang Ye.

"Xiao Hao, how many years have you been with me?"

"I've been working for Uncle San for about ten years, and I've only been with the company for three years..." At Wang Ye's prompting, Wang Yuanhao

sat down on the sofa opposite him.

"Hmm, I noticed you never see women? Don't tell me you just take care of things with your hands, do you?"

Wang Yuanhao deliberately ignored Wang Ye's vulgar words and chuckled, "I...I do see women..." "

If you really want to find a good woman, then I'll give you some money to cut ties with these things. If you plan to

continue following your third uncle, then don't waste too much time on women. There are plenty of models and actresses; just

throw some money at them, and you'll have plenty of beautiful women to warm your bed..."

"I know, third uncle. The women I'm seeing now are the kind who like to spend money and don't have much of a brain."

"Don't play with emotions...don't play with emotions..." Wang Ye touched the inconspicuous platinum ring on his left ring finger.

He pointed, his tone somewhat desolate.

Just then, Wang Ye's phone rang in Wang Yuanhao's arms. Wang Ye had two phones; he

kept one for himself, only answering calls from important people, while Wang Yuanhao kept the other, filtering the calls first

.

"Hello," Wang Yuanhao said respectfully.

"...Ah, hello, I'm looking for Chairman Wang, this is Sasha," a charming voice replied.

Wang Yuanhao thought about it carefully and then remembered that it was the goddaughter who had accompanied Wang Ye to a model training session a few days ago

. Wang Ye had only been casually dating her and had bought her quite a few things. However, perhaps

due to her large breasts and lack of intelligence, when Wang Ye gave her a very short skirt for Sasha's birthday, she actually

posted about it on Weibo. Now, not only did "short skirt" become a trending topic, but Wang Ye, the "godfather,"

was also being doxxed by bored people. Luckily, this woman wasn't stupid enough to post Wang Ye's photo, otherwise she would have been relegated to the sidelines

long ago . Moreover, Wang Yuanhao remembered that this woman was first brought by Song Hui

. Besides marveling at Wang Ye's indiscriminate nature, Wang Yuanhao also mocked Song Hui for wearing a special kind of cuckold's horns. However,

having followed Wang Ye for so long, Wang Yuanhao understood that Wang Ye was incredibly audacious when it came to women; otherwise, he wouldn't be so

openly involved with his former brother's widow. Sometimes, when Julie let slip, it revealed that

when Wang Ye and Julie's relationship began, Julie hadn't yet become a widow…

"It's Sasha." Wang Yuanhao put down his phone, stood up, and slowly backed out,

leaving the evening's model competition schedule on the coffee table before leaving.

After Wang Ye closed the door, he answered the phone: "Hello."

"Godfather, when are you coming to pick me up? You said you'd come with me to the model competition today.

How about I wear the clothes you bought me last time?"

Wang Ye had forgotten what clothes he had bought for Sasha, but he said authoritatively, "What,

do you know you're wrong?"

Sasha's voice softened, "Godfather, I've apologized so many times, please be magnanimous and don't be angry

..."

"Hmph!"

"Godfather, don't be angry, I'll do whatever you want, okay?" Sasha

said sweetly, occasionally letting out a few rapid breaths, "I'll come over today and wear a plunging top for you to see, okay?"

"You slut." Wang Ye's penis stood up fiercely, "I'm not taking you to the competition today

, but wait for me at home."

"Oh..." Sasha's voice was clearly disappointed, and she reluctantly hung up the phone.

Wang Ye was very satisfied with his sexual prowess. Even in his fifties, he could maintain stamina for over half an hour.

Combined with his skillful technique and rhythmic thrusting, almost every woman would be conquered by his

gloriously decorated penis. Wang Ye reminisced and suddenly realized he couldn't remember many women.

It he hadn't slept with many women, but rather that he almost

forgot about those like Sasha, who were purely for his own release, after he had sex with them. Except for Julie… she was an equally alluring woman. The first

time he slept with her was because he… The fact that his own brother's woman was his secret lover, and that he was having an affair with her behind his brother's back, gave

Wang Ye a tremendous thrill. The image of them laughing and joking at the dinner table while his hands played with the woman's genitals until she

was always lingered in Wang Ye's memory. Later, the scene of him making the woman kneel

before her husband's portrait, her virgin vagina repeatedly violated and humiliated by his enormous penis, became

a favorite subject for Wang Ye and Julie. Julie, who had been a quiet young woman, was transformed by Wang Ye into a sexy mature woman; a

few touches from him would make her vagina overflow with lust. Sometimes Wang Ye felt guilty towards Ding Yuanchao, but the thought of

Ding Yuanchao's betrayal filled him with resentment. Sometimes Wang Ye was particularly rough with Julie, which she attributed

to his usual style in bed, unaware that Wang Ye blamed his estrangement from Lu Ya on

Ding Yuanchao 's car accident.

Wang Ye had intended to save his energy for the evening, but his penis wouldn't shrink, so he took out

his phone and called Julie.

"Where are you?" It was noisy on the other end.

"Wait a minute..." Julie paused, then the line went quiet. "I'm at Zixuan's

company . Isn't Zhou Peng coming over today? I want to see what he looks like."

"Don't do anything stupid." Wang Ye was exasperated by Julie's unnecessary guilt.

"I won't forget what you said. By the way, what do you want?"

"I want to fuck your cunt." Wang Ye said with a lewd grin.

"Damn it, so loud! Go find some young model. I'm old and faded;

I don't ."

"Don't be jealous. She's just a woman I play around with."

"I don't care about you. What is it?"

"I really want to fuck your cunt... hahaha..." Wang Ye laughed shamelessly.

"If you say that again, I'm hanging up..."

"Okay, okay, are you ready for the outfit you'll wear tonight's competition party?"

"I bought it, but I haven't decided which one to wear yet."

"Then when it's time, I'll come pick you up from your house."

"Okay, I'll hang up now."

Wang Ye put away his phone, walked to the door and opened it. Wang Yuanhao was still at the door. Wang Ye was very satisfied with Wang Yuanhao's

attitude . He was proud that Wang Yuanhao had been able to humbly assist him for so many years. Wang Ye was very proud of the capable

assistant he had trained.

"Go ahead and do your work. Let Xiaoyu in while you're at it."

Wang Yuanhao nodded and left. As he passed the secretary's desk, he tapped his fingers on Xiaoyu's desk and

glanced at her expressionlessly. "The chairman wants to see you."

Xiaoyu lowered her head and answered, tidying up her desk. Wang Yuanhao noticed Xiaoyu's black nail polish, frowned in

disgust , and said in a muffled voice, "Mind your company image. Don't use this color of nail polish next time."

Xiaoyu didn't look up, but said softly, "The chairman said this color is nice..."

Wang Yuanhao's eyes narrowed, then widened again. He gave Xiaoyu, who hadn't looked up, a deep look before turning and

leaving.

Only after hearing Wang Yuanhao's footsteps faded did Xiaoyu raise her slightly pale face and tidy herself up.

Xiaoyu casually picked up a folder and knocked on Wang Ye's office door. After receiving a reply, she pushed

the door open, locked it, and turned around. She was startled to see Wang Ye sitting naked on the sofa,

his dark, erect penis standing tall and menacingly in the air, with clear fluid already oozing from the glans.

Xiaoyu felt that even the sandalwood incense in the room couldn't mask the lewd, fishy smell emanating from Wang Ye's penis. Xiaoyu

bit her lip and slowly walked over, about to kneel down, when Wang Ye stopped her.

"Sit on the coffee table, use your feet."

Xiaoyu was a little confused but didn't dare to ask. She pulled at her tight-fitting dress skirt, untied

her pointed high heels, and her delicate, almost dripping feet were incredibly beautiful

. The sheer, flesh-colored stockings couldn't completely conceal her fair, rosy toes. Her long, perfect feet twitched slightly, her toes shyly curling into a fist. Wang

Ye's breathing quickened at the sight. Because of her sitting posture, when Xiaoyu stretched out her beautiful legs and placed them on Wang Ye's crotch,

her short skirt had already ridden up to her abdomen, forming a circle. Instead of protecting her delicate lower body, it made her

even more alluring. The tops of her stockings were dark, clinging to her snow-white thighs, revealing a

smooth, jade-like skin from her thighs to her genitals. Her white thong tightly protected her last line of defense. Perhaps due to

the thong's elasticity, the uneven shape of her labia was visible, and a

small area in the center of her mons pubis had darkened due to moisture. A few mischievous pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of her panties,

tempting one to tug at them.

"Didn't I tell you to buy me a thong? Why do you always wear such conservative pants? And I told you to

shave your pubic hair, but you haven't."

"I bought it… but it was sunny yesterday, so I washed it… shaving it… I'm afraid, I always feel like

I'll cut myself…" Xiaoyu stammered in response.

"Isn't there hair removal cream? Just use that, and it'll be fine." Seeing that Xiaoyu hesitated to take the next step, Wang Ye

knew she didn't understand how to please him. He held the girl's soft foot, gently clamping his penis between her legs, and moved it

up and down a few times. "Got it? Pay attention to the pressure... Try it yourself."

Xiaoyu stretched out her legs and tried, but found she couldn't slide up and down with any force. She sat on the edge of the coffee table, spread

her legs, and clamped his penis between her feet. Finally, she could move the man's penis. Wang Ye remained silent, watching Xiaoyu

try different positions with her soft feet, searching for the position that would allow her to perform footjob on the man without too much effort

.

Wang Ye put his hands behind his head, looking at Xiaoyu, who was covered in fragrant sweat, enjoying the smoothness of the stockings

and the warmth from her soles, the deep arches, and the white toes. Wang Ye was truly amazed at

how powerful the allure of a woman in stockings was. Wang Ye had a strange feeling, as if his penis had never been so swollen before

. Today, he had suddenly felt like trying something different, but he hadn't expected foot fetish with stockinged legs to be so intoxicating.

Xiao Yu had been working for a long time but hadn't noticed Wang Ye's prelude to ejaculation. She herself was so sore she could barely hold on.

Biting her lower lip, she used one foot to press his penis against his abdomen, continuing to stroke it with that foot. Her free

foot slowly moved under his penis, lightly stepping on his scrotum. Using her heel as a fulcrum,

she rubbed his testicles from side to side like a windshield wiper, giving him even greater stimulation.

"...Hiss...So good. I told you you're a natural little slut, so good at pleasing men...

" Wang Ye looked at the ceiling. Xiao Yu increased the speed of her rubbing. The silky touch combined with the warmth of her soles

gave him intense pleasure that almost made him ejaculate immediately. He could only keep talking to distract himself. Unwilling to reach his climax

so quickly, Wang Ye reached out and grabbed Xiao Yu's small foot, which was rubbing her testicles

, placing it directly under his nose. Breathing in the scent of her foot, Wang Ye opened his eyes and lewdly grinned at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu cried out in alarm, "Don't...it's dirty..." Before she finished speaking, Wang Ye couldn't help but

lick the sole of her foot. It had almost no taste, but he felt a sense of satisfaction in controlling her. The warm, wet

touch of his tongue on Xiao Yu's foot sent electric shocks through her body, stimulating her to

emit muffled moans.

A faint sense of shame tormented Xiaoyu's senses. Her body, already extremely sensitive from the man's training, was even more unbearable.

Her hands, which had been supporting her body backward, went limp, and she collapsed onto the coffee table. Wang Ye grabbed Xiaoyu's calves and pulled her forward

. Xiaoyu's upper body remained on the coffee table, but her buttocks were placed on one of Wang Ye's thighs, her legs spread open in

the air . Xiaoyu could feel Wang Ye's burning gaze sweeping over her mons pubis. The more

she suppressed her inner urges, the more unbearably itchy her mons pubis became. She hated her body for reacting naturally, feeling her vagina contracting due to

the man 's voyeuristic gaze. This prolonged automatic contraction caused her to secrete more and more vaginal fluid. Xiaoyu

covered her burning face in shame!

Wang Ye's hand naturally and shamelessly touched the tender flesh on the inside of Xiaoyu's thigh. The delicate skin at the base of her thigh

showed blue veins. The smooth, white skin made Wang Ye love it. The sensitive skin also

developed a layer of goosebumps due to the man's aggressive touch.

"Hehehe, how about I pluck your hair with my hand?"

"No..." Xiaoyu woke up with a start, her hand on her panties, shaking her head and begging for mercy, "...I

'll shave it all when I get back...don't pluck it..."

Wang Ye chuckled and stopped talking. He bit the seam of her toe stockings with his teeth and

tore . The stockings were very elastic, and after being pulled out a long section, with a "squeak," the stockings were torn to pieces.

After tearing open the stockings, her jade-like toes, like spring onions, were neatly arranged, like unripe, green, crystal-clear

grapes . Wang Ye bit down on them.

"Oh..." Xiaoyu closed her eyes again, revealing an expression of enjoyment and comfort. Due to the change in position,

Xiaoyu reached out and grasped Wang Ye's erect penis, skillfully and expertly stroking it.

"So good...you little bitch...you really know how to do it...get up, I'm going to cum in your mouth, quick...

hiss..."

Xiaoyu knelt before Wang Ye, her mind reeling, and took his disgusting penis into her mouth. Wang Ye roared, and

thick semen gushed out, all of which Xiaoyu swallowed. After the office quieted down, Xiaoyu quickly

left.

Back at her seat, Xiaoyu haphazardly combed her hair, then couldn't find her tissues.

"Thump!" A pack of tissues was thrown in front of her, and Xiaoyu fell silent.

"Your neck..." the man said gently before leaving immediately. Xiaoyu's eyes reddened,

but she forced herself not to cry.

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