【Couple Detective Agency (Cuckoldry Novel)】(7 & 8 consecutive posts)

Author: yyhnxx
First Published: Yes
Published: 2015/6/16
Word Count: 12701
Foreword: Chapter 7 is purely transitional; you can read it or not. I personally felt the plot required
it, and it wasn't written with much care, so please don't nitpick the details and logical relationships. I carefully read every reader's
reply to the article, and everyone offered very valuable suggestions. However, because
I've been writing very quickly recently, currently at chapter 14 and beyond, some of the opinions may only be reflected in later
chapters. I hope you understand. Here, I'll also respond to some of your opinions regarding the sex scenes. The earlier parts
focused more on the environment and psychology, with less emphasis on the sex scenes themselves. This was intentional; I plan to describe them in detail after entering the main story. As for how much foreshadowing there is, it should 　　be basically finished
by chapter 9. Any further foreshadowing later will only be partial.
To be honest,
I haven't fully considered my wife's change of heart yet. She's already started to change in the completed chapters, but it feels a bit abrupt.
Let me think about it some more and try to revise it before publishing. Thank you all again!
(VII)
A week later, a traffic police brigade in a city in Guangxi.
"Hello, I'm from the Criminal Investigation Team of the Zhonghai City Public Security Bureau. We sent a fax before." A
middle-aged man in a jacket walked into the traffic police brigade.
"Ah, hello, you must be Captain Wang?"
"Yes, yes, yes." With my disguise, I was unrecognizable unless checked by a professional.
The traffic police officer who received me led me to the command center: "We've received the fax. You need to retrieve
the surveillance video here, right?"
"Yes. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Of course, of course." In front of the computer in the command center, I, impersonating a criminal police officer, walked around casually
. My past experience as a police officer made impersonating a policeman a piece of cake.
The officers quickly began retrieving the relevant surveillance video according to my request and copied some of the video data
into my external hard drive. An hour later, I left the traffic police station with an air of nonchalance.
It wasn't until it was completely dark that I returned to the hotel, where Qini and Lan Yanning had been waiting for a long time.
"How is it?"
"There's a problem." I nodded gravely.
Walking to my computer desk, I opened my laptop and inserted the external hard drive.
"The section of road near Miss Lan's boyfriend's factory is in a remote area and not covered by the city's surveillance network. Only
the surveillance video at the factory gate recorded the accident that day." I clicked on the video. A BMW
had just driven out of the factory gate and was about to turn right onto the road when a heavy concrete mixer truck suddenly rushed out and crashed directly
into the BMW. The enormous impact shook the video, and debris flew out. I saw that even though a long time had passed
, Lan Yanning was still greatly shocked by this scene; her eyes instantly reddened, but she stubbornly held
back her tears. She was a stubborn girl.
"According to the evidence collected by the police, the concrete truck was heading to the Nanzhuang construction site at the time,
a fact confirmed by Yong'an Concrete Company, to which the truck belonged. The distance from Yong'an Company to the factory is approximately 25 kilometers,
and at a normal speed of 40 kilometers per hour, it would take about 40 minutes. According to the police record, the truck departed
at 2:15 PM, and the accident occurred at 3:05 PM, the times roughly matching."
"Then it seems there shouldn't be any problem," Qini said, puzzled.
"From this timeline, there really isn't a problem." I then pulled up several more videos: "I
checked several intersections the truck must have passed through, and I didn't find anything wrong. It passed through normally.
But the problem lies precisely in the timing." The two girls looked at me with confusion.
"Look," I said, pointing to the video. "From the three intersections he passed, his speed was extremely fast.
I checked, and the distance between the three intersections is 11 kilometers. Calculated from the time shown in the video, he
only took 10 minutes to cross them. Adding the 5 kilometers from Yong'an Company to the first surveillance camera,
he covered the 16-kilometer journey in less than 15 minutes." I looked at the two beautiful women beside me; they also seemed thoughtful.
"He walked 16 kilometers in 15 minutes. At that speed, he should have already covered the 9 kilometers without surveillance
, but he didn't. He took a full 30 minutes to cover those 9 kilometers!"
"That means—!" "He's waiting." I said confidently, "He's waiting for news from the factory.
My on-site investigation also proves this. About 3 kilometers south of the factory, someone saw the tanker truck briefly
stop for a few minutes, and the driver seemed to be smoking."
"You're amazing!" Qini looked at me excitedly, "You solved this case in just one day."
"Thank you." Lan Yanning also looked at me with admiration, "Finally, we can catch him!"
"Not that easy." I shook my head, "Actually, anyone with a little attention could have noticed these suspicious points, and the murderer
would have thought of them too. I estimate the driver is probably nowhere to be found."
"Then what do we do?"
"Call the police. We're private investigators, not the police. We can investigate, but catching people is the police's
job.
Our job ends here. When will Miss Lan be making payment?
" "Ah." Lan Yanning was a little dumbfounded: "This is 80,000 yuan?"
"Brother, I make a living with my brains, and impersonating a policeman will land you in jail if caught." I lit
a cigarette, grabbed her shoulder, and said bluntly.
Overall, I was very satisfied with this case: a trip to the traffic police station, and 80,000 yuan in my pocket. I was happy .i=66> embarked on his journey home, happily calculating in his mind how great it would be if things continued this way; by next year, he could 　　pay off all his debts. Of course, he knew it was just wishful thinking; there aren't that 　　many fools in this society. 　　As he predicted, the following days were uneventful. Most of the work he took on were 　　small jobs that were energy-consuming and had low returns, such as catching adulterers. This had almost become the basic business that kept the company running, which made him quite depressed.

I felt stifled. Because I was constantly on the go, my communication with Qini dwindled. Almost every so often
, small packages would arrive from overseas—gifts from Sun Ronghao to Qini. Occasionally, I'd overhear Qini answering
his calls; her voice seemed increasingly gentle. I could only numb myself with relentless work, especially
as Christmas approached. I found a case early, practically escaping from Shanghai.
A week later…
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lights adorned Shanghai's night, and the carol "Christmas" played everywhere in shopping malls. Groups of young people
laughed and strolled hand in hand through the streets.
Christmas had finally arrived.
I wrapped my coat tightly around myself, trying to walk in the darkness as much as possible, unsure if my pursuer was still
behind me. A sharp pain in my ribs made me feel dizzy, and I was chilled to the bone. I knew it was
a reaction to blood loss; I had to get back to the company as soon as possible. After passing through three shopping malls and finally confirming that no one was following me
, I quickly slipped out of a side door, flagged down a taxi, and sped away.
After getting a quick bandage for my rib wound at a private clinic in a small alley, I returned wearily
to my "home," which served as both my company and bedroom.Because it was an old building, and not very tall, the sound of me opening the door
was drowned out by the cheerful singing and laughter coming from downstairs. The lights weren't on inside, but the flashing neon lights outside allowed
me to see what was happening inside. Perhaps right now, Qini was partying with Sun Ronghai and his friends. I smiled wryly
and walked towards my bedroom.
"Hmm—" Just as I reached my bedroom door, a faint moan came from the locked room next door
. I stopped. It seemed there wasn't one; was I imagining things? I turned and went to Qini's door,
gently turning the doorknob. The door wasn't locked. I pushed it open a little and froze.
Inside the room, Qini was sitting naked on top of a completely naked man, her head slightly tilted back, her buttocks
rubbing back and forth between his legs. It was Sun Ronghao; he was back.
At that moment, my soul seemed to have drifted away from my empty body. I walked listlessly to my room
, opened the door, and was about to close it when I felt a sudden dizziness and collapsed to the floor
with a thud, knocking over a stainless steel tray on the table beside me. I tried to get up, but
after several struggles, I managed to squat halfway up before another wave of dizziness washed over me, and this time I collapsed completely to the ground.
Before losing consciousness, I seemed to see Qini running towards me, wearing a large white men's shirt, revealing her pale thighs.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Her voice was anxious and distant. Then I slowly closed
my eyes and lost consciousness.
I was dreaming. I dreamt I was standing on a white, misty road, seemingly the
road in the residential area below my company, but everything around me was foggy and I couldn't see clearly. Qini, wearing a white men's shirt,
stood not far away, bare-legged, quietly watching me, smiling and reaching out her hands, as if she needed my embrace.
"Wife, don't leave me." I walked towards her, but she giggled and ran away, glancing back to see
if I was following.
"Don't go, don't go!" She ran further and further away, her expression gradually becoming indistinct,
turning into a white blur.
Suddenly, the scene changed. I entered a room still surrounded by white light. I pushed open the door, and Qini was
sitting naked on Sun Ronghao's lap. Hearing the door open, she turned around, saw me, and smiled: "Come on? Come on?
Come on?... "
A tearing pain in my heart made me open my eyes. I saw an unfamiliar white
ceiling. My mouth and nose were covered by a transparent dome. To my right, a transparent plastic bottle hung, with
a thin tube attached.
"Where am I?" I was still a little dazed.
I turned my head slightly and found Qini sleeping soundly beside my bed, sleeping so peacefully and gently. I couldn't
help but reach out and stroke her fair, jade-like cheek, tears welling up in my eyes.
"You're awake!" Qini opened her eyes and looked at me with surprise.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Can't I be here again?" Qini's eyes dimmed: "You saw everything last night." Just as I was about to
speak again, the ward door opened, and Sun Haoran walked in: "Oh, Brother Li is awake." He was genuinely surprised
: "Qini was so scared yesterday."
Seeing Sun Haoran come in, Qini stood up to greet him: "Why are you here?" Her voice was gentle.
"I was worried." Sun Haoran naturally put his arm around her waist and answered, then turned to her: "
How are you feeling, Brother Li?"
"Nothing serious, thank you for your concern." I answered weakly, actually because my heart was bleeding.
"What happened to you yesterday?" Only then did Qini remember to ask about the reason for the incident.
"I was careless. The other party has triad connections; I was stabbed twice."
"Luckily, we were all home." Qini blushed slightly as she said this. "The doctor said you lost a lot of blood;
if you had arrived half an hour later, it would have been dangerous."
"Thank you for saving me." My heart suddenly felt calm. Saying thank you to the people I once deeply loved,
I even admired myself.
"So what do we do now?" Qini asked.
"The company's business needs to be suspended. The other party has a lot of influence; we must hide for now." I fell silent.
"Consider it a long vacation," I said, forcing a smile.
"And what about you?"
"Me?" I smiled faintly. "I'll go for some further training."
"That's good. Why don't you move in with me tomorrow, Qini? It'll be safer." Sun Haoran interjected
.
"This..." Qini hesitated, looking at me. "No, I still need to keep an eye on the company."
"That won't do. What if they come knocking?" Sun Haoran wouldn't let such an opportunity pass.
"No, I'm still worried." Qini shook her head again.
I knew she was concerned about my feelings, which comforted me somewhat. "We never take on business directly from the company;
they won't be able to find us. We'll have to trouble Mr. Sun to help out."
"Of course, of course." Sun Haoran quickly agreed, and seeing that Qini and I had both said so, he
didn't insist anymore.
"I probably won't be going home for the Spring Festival. Please take good care of the elderly and children," I instructed Qini,
who nodded. I pretended to be tired and closed my eyes to rest. Seeing this, Qini gently pulled Sun Haoran and left the ward
.
A month later, on a flight from Shanghai to Los Angeles. The plane had just reached cruising altitude when I unbuckled my seatbelt
, stood up, and walked towards the restroom. Just as I reached the restroom door, a flight attendant came out of the control room next to me.
"Li Lei?" she suddenly exclaimed in surprise. I turned around and saw Lan Yanning.
"Ms. Lan." I asked in surprise, "Are you on this flight?"
Lan Yanning shook her head. "No. I'm going to the US for training and am temporarily helping out here. Let me pass,
I'm going to get drinks, we'll chat later."
I could tell she was happy to see me on the plane. I nodded, stepped aside to let her pass, and went into the restroom.
Not long after returning from the restroom, I was sitting in my seat reading the newspaper.
"Excuse me, sir, could you do me a favor?" I suddenly heard Lan Yanning's voice beside me
. I turned my head and saw her speaking fluent English to a foreigner next to me. Apparently, she
wanted to switch seats with him. Unfortunately, my English is quite poor, and I didn't understand much, only hearing the foreigner's
questioning voice at the end: "Boyfriend?" "Yes, please," Lan Yanning said
with a cute, pleading gesture.
"You win," the foreigner said, standing up helplessly.
"Thank you, thank you," Lan Yanning said happily, sitting down next to me.
"I didn't even know I had a girlfriend," I said with a smile.
"What, still not happy?" Lan Yanning threatened, "Others are lining up, you're getting a free ride."
I chuckled, then suddenly remembered something: "You're not from mainland China, are you?"
"Why?" "I didn't notice last time, but today, watching you talk to the foreigner and the tone of your voice just now, it
doesn't sound like a mainland accent."
"Yes, I'm Taiwanese. I've just been working in mainland China."
From Lan Yanning, I also learned that the murderer of her boyfriend had been caught. Surprisingly, it had
nothing to do with her stepmother and cousin, but rather the factory manager who had been suspected of embezzlement by her boyfriend and had taken the risk to prevent the matter from being
exposed. It was also clear that, at least on the surface, she had moved on from the shadow of her boyfriend's accident.
Lan Yanning was very happy when she learned that I was also going to the United States for further studies.
"Are you going for further studies at your own expense? Where are you going?"
"Academi.
" "What kind of organization is that?"
"A professional training institution, I guess. You should know its predecessor, Blackwater." "
What?" Lan Yanning exclaimed in surprise, "Blackwater Company? Wow, that's amazing."
"And you, where are you training?"
"Los Angeles. It's really far away. I thought I'd have a travel companion during my six months in the US."
I shook my head, "My training schedule is from morning until 10 pm, so time is tight. I probably won't be able to spend it with
you."
"Ugh, so annoying." She spoke with a thick Taiwanese accent.
Anyway, having a beautiful woman by my side during those 10+ hours of flying was still quite
pleasant, at least the sadness and reluctance to part with Qini were greatly reduced. After leaving Los Angeles Airport,
I exchanged phone numbers with Lan Yanning and parted ways, then contacted Blackwater Company's reception hotline.
My first trip to America was largely driven by a desire to escape, but years later
I realized the profound impact those six months had on me. For the next three months, I
did only three things every day: relentless shooting, hand-to-hand combat, and learning cutting-edge surveillance technology. It must be said, as one
of the world's most renowned security companies, the training I received after shifting my focus to training was incredibly beneficial
. In the first week, I was trained like a dog in hand-to-hand combat, bruised and battered. From the second week onward,
my sparring partners had to be constantly wary of my dirty tricks. Perhaps it was because East Asians are naturally agile, or perhaps
it was because I had received systematic hand-to-hand combat training at the police academy, or more likely, because I
possessed an extraordinary talent in this area, but I quickly stood out among my fellow short-term trainees. This was undoubtedly
due to my almost frantic daily training, to the point that some trainees called me a "Chinese madman" behind my back.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!" A rapid, continuous burst of gunfire echoed from the pistol shooting range. "Click-click," followed by 　　the
sound of a pistol jamming."Li, are you an idiot?! This is the second Glock you've broken this month! Who the hell taught you 　　how to use a pistol like that?!" The shooting instructor roared from the sidelines, exasperated by my frantic trigger-pulling every time I got my hands on a pistol 　　. But I seemed to be a shooting freak, 　　firing almost twice as fast as the other trainees, yet my accuracy remained the same. When asked to control my speed and aim like the other trainees, I could 　　n't shoot well. The instructor tried many methods and finally concluded: this was a natural pistol rapid-fire genius. The result 　　was that I consumed twice as many bullets as the average trainee, and my pistol was prone to malfunction. 　　"Ring—!" My cell phone rang as I awkwardly smiled as I dealt with the instructor's call.

"Hey, Li Lei, where are you? I'm in North Carolina!" Lan Yanning shouted into the phone.
This girl, she traveled thousands of kilometers just like that. I was surprised and a little excited.
Anyone would be a little excited if a beautiful woman traveled thousands of kilometers to see you.
Stepping out of the company gate, I saw a black convertible Porsche parked outside. Lan Yanning was sitting in the driver's seat
, waving enthusiastically at me. I wondered where she got it from
. "They wouldn't let me in," she said, looking a little aggrieved as I sat in the passenger seat.
"The management here is very strict." I smiled, in a good mood: "Why did you come all this way?"
"I was so bored, and you never called me."
"Hehe, training was too intense, sorry." I scratched my head apologetically, but in my heart I thought: It seems
we're not that close.
"Actually, I don't know why either. I was really bored that day and suddenly wanted to wander around, and I thought of you,
so I set off." She giggled.
"Achoo—!" The temperature in North Carolina in March was still low. Sitting in the convertible with the cool breeze blowing,
I quickly felt a runny nose. Looking at Lan Yanning, she seemed to be wearing only a gray pullover sweater; she wasn't cold
at all.
A dozen minutes later, I brought her to the town's bar. Since it wasn't dinner time yet, it wasn't crowded.
"Hi, Lee." The bartender greeted me familiarly. He was a burly,
overweight white man with a dragon tattoo on his arm.
"Hi, John." I shook his hand, and we bumped shoulders.
"Your girlfriend?" John looked at Lan Yanning.
"No." "Yes." Lan Yanning and I answered almost simultaneously. I looked at
Lan Yanning in surprise, who had answered "yes ." "What are you doing?"
"Today was supposed to be my wedding day with him," she suddenly said, her eyes instantly reddening.
She turned her head away and quickly wiped her eyes.
I nodded and gestured to John, "Give her a dry martin,
and I'll have a gigson."
"I want a gigson too," she held up her hand.
John looked at me, I looked at her, and then nodded. Soon, the drinks arrived. Lan Yanning took
one and gulped it down, then coughed violently.
"Cocktails have alcohol content too, are you stupid?" I gently patted her back.
After a while, she finally caught her breath: "Awesome! Another one!" It was clear that Lan Yanning had a good tolerance for alcohol,
but drinking one glass after another on an empty stomach quickly made her tipsy. Watching her casual
conversation with John, and the sadness that inadvertently flashed in her eyes, I felt a pang of heartache. Gradually, it got late,
and Lan Yanning was drunk.
"Let's go." I pulled up the already tipsy Lan Yanning, thankfully she wasn't completely drunk. "
Where do you live? I'll take you there."
"I'm not going anywhere," she slurred, "I want to drink."
"You're drunk." I forcibly pulled her up, placing one hand on my shoulder and the other on her
waist. Her waist was slender and supple.
"I... I don't want to," she mumbled.
I had also been drinking, quite a bit, and I dared not drive again; getting caught would be a serious offense. I could only drive
to a nearby motel, book a room, and stagger to help her into the room, then laid her heavily
on the bed. I went into the bathroom, found a towel, wet it with hot water, and returned to the room to carefully
wipe her face. She was still mumbling something, constantly trying to push my hands away, her face flushed, and because she
was lying on her back, her chin showed a bit of baby fat. After finally finishing wiping her face, I knelt beside her, staring blankly
at her: What is Qini doing right now? Perhaps she's entangled with Sun Ronghao. (To be continued)
(VIII)
I stood beside Lan Yanning for a while, my eyes on her, but my heart was flying to the other side of the ocean. After a long time
, I finally let out a long sigh and prepared to get out of bed and leave, when a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my clothes.
I turned around. Lan Yanning was already awake, her eyes open as she looked at me. In the dim light, her eyes
were large and bright. It was the first time I realized how beautiful her eyes were.
"Don't go," she said weakly. "I'm afraid to be alone." I hesitated for a moment, then nodded and
sat down beside her, leaning against the headboard. She leaned against me, her arms around my stomach.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat, feeling a little guilty. "Um...ahem...I can only sit for a little while."
"No." Her grip tightened.
"You'll make me misunderstand." I decided to be clear: "I'm not some kind of saint."
"I didn't realize." Lan Yanning looked up at me.
"Um, I'm really bad, I had a bad thought and hurt you." I knew myself that these words had no real
power.
"You're a good person." Something about what she said felt off. It seemed like behind every tragic man,
there was a woman who regretfully said, "You're a good person." And then nothing more. Fortunately,
tonight, I didn't seem to be that tragic man.
"You're a good person," Lan Yanning emphasized again, "Good people should be rewarded." She got up and
sat on me.
My little brother, who hadn't tasted meat for over a year, immediately woke up from his slumber.I swallowed hard. "Miss Lan, actually, you should know... if you need... there are many more 　　outstanding men." As soon as I finished speaking, I mentally cursed myself: "What nonsense are you spouting?" 　　Lan Yan Ning sat on me, looking down at me, and reached out to gently stroke my cheek. "You're nothing 　　like him. But tonight, I just want to find a kind stranger to help me forget him. Will you love me properly?" I 　　didn't answer, staring into her eyes. Her eyes were so close to mine, and slowly, closer 　　and closer, until a warm, fleshy touch pressed against my lips.

My penis immediately sprang to attention, its flagpole standing erect, displaying its vigorous fighting spirit. She clearly sensed this, slightly
pulling away from my touch, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "So you're a bad guy too," before kissing me deeply again.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted, only the greedy desire we both felt for each other. Her tongue was
soft and smooth, fleshy and actively seeking and entwining itself in my mouth. How could a man back down at such a crucial moment?
I counterattacked passionately, skillfully teasing her tongue, capturing it in my mouth, sucking it repeatedly. My
hands gripped her waist tightly, pressing down forcefully, letting her feel my heat and size through her jeans. She understood
my feelings and responded to them, kissing me deeply while her hips
rubbed forcefully between my legs. Even through the thick fabric of my pants, we could feel each other's heat and need. Her initiative allowed me to
freely use my hands. My lips never left hers, and my hands grasped her large, full breasts
. Because of the sweater, they appeared even fuller in my hands, and I could feel that her bra was a half-cup,
very thin.
My thumbs rubbed the top half of her bra through the sweater, while my other fingers pressed and kneaded
the tender flesh in my hands. Lan Yan Ning's breathing grew heavier and heavier. After a passionate kiss, she suddenly sat up straight
, staring at me, her hands crossed over her waist, and slowly but without hesitation, she took off her sweater
. I lay there on the edge of the bed, watching her movements. She bit her lip lightly, as if helping herself to make a
decision, but her hands didn't stop. She reached behind her back and gently pulled, loosening the black half-cup bra
, which she carefully removed and tossed aside. She bit her lower lip hard, drawing blood.
I sat up abruptly, my heart aching, and pulled her into my arms, even though
I longed to gaze upon her perfect breasts, no less magnificent than Qini's, all the while. I kissed her cheeks and earlobes, my arms simply around her back. She could
sense that my kisses and caresses were less about lust and more about tenderness and love, and tears finally
welled in her eyes.
My erection had completely subsided. I cupped her face in my hands, kissing her, trying to comfort her.
"Love me well," she said, seemingly having finally made up her mind, looking up at me with tears still in her eyes.
We fell into a passionate kiss once more. She guided my hands to her breasts,
but her own hands reached for my waist, clumsily unbuckling my belt. Soon, she pulled down my jeans, then my
tight underwear. I watched this scene with some embarrassment. My limp penis, barely able to move, was grasped in her hand
. It had just begun to rise, as if still confused, when it was enveloped in a warm, fiery embrace.
"Hiss—!" I stared in astonishment at Lan Yanning, her lips buried between my legs. They were
moving around the exposed base of my penis, enveloping the glans and sliding up and down the shaft. It was
the first time I'd received such service from a beautiful woman, and my penis was so excited it even felt a little throbbing.
She continued, probing deep into my pubic area, her tongue tentatively and timidly teasing my
testicles. The stimulation made me tremble uncontrollably; the tingling sensation between my legs
spread like a contagion, coursing through my veins to my heart, a tingling, itchy feeling. My penis was held in Lan Yanning's hand
, while my testicles were in her mouth, the "slurping" sound filling my ears. This sensation gave me an almost
uncontrollable thrill. I grabbed her hair, using all my strength, but clearly expressing my pleasure.
This made Lan Yanning even more focused on serving me. She even put my testicles in her mouth, wrapping them with her tongue and swirling them around.
Then, slowly, she moved upwards, rolling her tongue around my swollen glans, and once again took it into her mouth
, her tongue circling my urethral opening.
"Ouch—!" I let out a muffled howl. I sat up abruptly, pulled her up, and
threw her heavily onto the bed, then pounced on her.
Like Qini's fair skin, Lan Yanning's skin was dazzlingly white, especially under the influence of alcohol, giving it
a rosy pink hue that made me want to devour her whole. Her breasts were a size smaller than Qini's,
but supported by her youthful slenderness, they appeared more rounded. Her areolas were smaller than Qini's, with only a faint
little ring encircling the tender, pink, perky nipples. I held her breasts in my hands, greedily teasing her
nipples back and forth, my tongue circling tightly around them, occasionally sticking out the tip to lightly flick at the base
, as if trying to pull them away, only making them firmer.
Lan Yan Ning kept her eyes tightly closed, gripping my hair tightly under my teasing, softly humming. I
touched one of her breasts with one hand, her other breast in my mouth, while my other hand hurriedly and frantically unbuckled her belt. Soon
, a smudge of pinkish-gray caught my eye. I must praise the wonder of the Creator, who created this most
beautiful scenery in nature. Her pubic hair was sparse and pale, making the babbling slit between her legs
even more clearly and alluring. The two tender, pink labia, tightly closed, were wrinkled with shallow folds, soft and delicate
. At this moment, below the closed, pale pink slit, the point where the two labia joined had slightly opened, like a
pink little mouth, slightly parted, or like a flower bud about to bloom, carefully concealing its stamen.
A drop of dew was nestled within, shimmering with a crystal-clear light. I gently pinched it with my finger, and the dew, with a
long, translucent tail, rolled down. I gazed at this beautiful sight, wishing I could turn my eyes into a camera
to record it forever. The glittering dew hung so obediently between her legs, just
inches from her dark red anus. I couldn't resist leaning down, greedily using my tongue to lick from below the dew,
sweeping upwards until it reached above her petals.
"Ah!" Lan Yan Ning almost cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"You're so beautiful," I exclaimed. My fingers gently parted the two closed labia above her vulva, revealing the pink
clitoris inside. Touching it with my fingers, the clitoris trembled shyly, and the labia closed again to protect it. I
had to carefully separate them again with my fingers and lick it.
"Ah—!" Lan Yan Ning let out another soft cry, her body twisting restlessly. I touched the clitoris with the tip of my tongue...
With a subtle force, the bud trembled as if trying to hide deeper, but in reality, it became more and more exposed. My tongue circled around
it from the outside in, and it trembled more and more violently. The closed petals began to open
a corner under the crystal-clear soaking, and then, under the sweeping motion of my tongue from top to bottom, they separated and then closed again. I could feel
the warm, sticky surface that my tongue had touched, and even streams of nectar were swept into my mouth. Once separated, it could never
close again as usual.
I parted Lan Yanning's legs, and as if savoring a precious treasure, I relentlessly circled and
swept my tongue around her genitals. Her vulva was fully open, the hidden clitoris exposed,
trembling and blooming before my eyes and under my tongue. Below my tongue, my two fingers gently parted her labia, probing into
her most precious and hidden place along the muddy path. The squelching sound of water under the pressure of my fingers filled me with both
satisfaction and excitement. My tongue rapidly teased, swept, licked, and pinched above, while my fingers slowly moved in and out below,
each time bringing out more nectar.
"Mmm—!" Lan Yanning uncomfortablely put her right hand to her mouth, her left hand gripping the sheets tightly, her legs clamping
my head, rubbing it.
"Mmm, no more, give it to me…" she murmured. I straightened up and knelt between her legs. At this
moment, she opened her eyes, slightly raised her head, and looked at my ferocious face. I gripped it, waving it upwards a few
times to let her see clearly, then pressed it against the entrance of her vulva. The moment it touched, the head of my penis sank into the slippery wetness.
Seeing my approach and feeling the hot touch of her lower opening, Lan Yan Ning lowered her head, let out a long
breath, and waited for the final moment. I mischievously didn't go all the way in, but instead gripped my penis,
pressing the head against her clitoris and gently sliding it against her vulva. This made her open her eyes again, her cherry lips slightly bitten
as she glared at me. I smiled wickedly, still not going in, but I saw her support herself with her hands, her body gently lowering down.
"Mmm—ah—!" Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and as my thick penis forced open her lower opening, her slightly
bitten cherry lips also parted.
It was such a tight, warm embrace. I only went in halfway before being blocked by her tight embrace.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement surging through my glans, and withdrew a little, then pushed in again,
repeating this two or three times until I was fully inside. The moment the base of my penis touched her vulva,
I could clearly feel a cool, slippery sensation in my testicles.
"You're so tight," I exclaimed, my lower body beginning to move slowly in and out. With each thrust and withdrawal, my
testicles felt cool and sticky, a feeling I absolutely loved, moving slowly and firmly into her
. She hugged me, arching her body, pressing her full breasts against me, letting her
nipples brush against my chest with each thrust. Her nipples hardened, and so did mine. I kissed her,
slipping my tongue into her mouth, which she took. My penis began to thrust forcefully, each time plunging deep inside
and then withdrawing high, our bodies colliding with a "slap slap" sound. Lan Yanning let out a deep, muffled
groan, yet she stubbornly held onto my tongue, refusing to let go, which seemed to infuse my lower body with boundless energy.
I impatiently swayed my lower body back and forth, thrusting my penis in and out of her vagina. Lan Yanning's legs
rose higher and higher behind me, her ten fingers stretched straight, stiff as if cramping, trembling as if she were freezing.
One hand braced against her side, supporting my body, while the other pressed against her full breasts. My lower body thrust
forcefully into her already incredibly wet vagina. Before my eyes, my thick penis swallowed and
emerged from her body with each thrust, initially drawing out a layer of clear, transparent fluid, then enveloping my entire penis,
until it transformed into rings of milky white foam, like whipped cream, completely covering my penis. Lan
Yan Ning gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them high, biting her fists hard, trying desperately to
control herself from crying out. But with the increasing frequency of my thrusts, she found it increasingly difficult to suppress the uncontrollable
murmurs escaping her lips.
"Is it good?" I asked her, panting.
She nodded with her eyes closed. This aroused me, and I suddenly pulled my penis out of her body, making
her shudder. Before she could react, I lifted her legs and flipped them backward, placing them on
either side of her head, so that her vagina was facing upward, directly towards the ceiling. In my eyes, her vagina,
stretched open by my thick member, was a round hole, slowly closing as I withdrew. The pubic hair
at the entrance was sticky and matted together due to her overflowing vaginal fluid. At the closing opening, the gushing vaginal fluid
swelled up into a bubble with the force of her lower body. After flipping her buttocks upward, I used my hands to
press her legs towards her chest as much as possible, then stood up, squatted under her buttocks, almost straddling her flipped-up vulva, and
thrust heavily into her again with my weight.
"Ah—!" she finally cried out. Watching this once seemingly unattainable, pure beauty
pose so wantonly and lewdly beneath me, the satisfaction and stimulation quickly overwhelmed me. After
a few dozen rapid thrusts, I unexpectedly ejaculated...
Early morning, the sky was still faintly bright. I leaned against a wooden pillar in the small corridor outside my room, smoking. I had
been awake for a long time, unsure how to face the woman sleeping like a child in the room. A hot
body pressed against me from behind, a pair of full breasts pressing against my back. Her hands reached under my armpits,
embracing me from behind, her head rubbing against my back as if trying to find a more comfortable position. Lan Yan Ning woke up.
"Good morning." I grasped her hand that was wrapped around my chest. "Good morning.
" Her voice still carried a hint of languor. "Why are you awake so early?" she asked.
"I couldn't sleep." I took her hand and kissed it.
"Don't you know how to face me?" she asked again.
"Strictly speaking, you're just one of my clients, and sleeping with a client violates our professional
principles.
""You're so cheeky." She smiled, tightening her grip on my hand. "I'll leave when it's light," she murmured.
Those words made me freeze, speechless. Actually, she was right. Last night was just a
night she needed to forget; why would she suddenly have another attachment? I understood the logic, but my heart still ached.
"You can't bear to part with me?" she whispered in my ear.
"What about you?" I asked her after a moment of silence. She pondered for a few seconds: "I don't know.
Should I be reluctant to part with a man who only lasted ten minutes?" She smiled, like a fox.
"You dare underestimate me?" I felt a little awkward.
"Yeah, so what?" she challenged. I turned around and swept her into the room. She
giggled, then suddenly something covered her mouth. Heavy breathing and
soft moans filled the room, and soon the bed began to creak again…
Lan Yanning was gone. Perhaps for her, this night was just a way to numb herself, and I was merely
a fleeting passerby in her life; for me, it was like a dream, a beautiful dream.
Another summer arrived, and I returned to Shanghai. Six months felt like six years; this
once-familiar city felt strange. I didn't tell Qini about my return. I walked alone out of the airport
terminal, took out the customs declaration form from my backpack, and prepared to pick up the items I had sent in advance. Picking up the items went smoothly;
they were just some electronic devices purchased from abroad. As a legitimate technology company with import and export permits, purchasing
such equipment was perfectly normal. After carefully inspecting my customs declaration and bill of lading, customs officers
led me to a large cargo yard, located the container marked on the bill of lading, and
handed me seven large metal crates. As arranged online, a small truck was already waiting outside the yard. An hour
later, the truck drove into the office area of the Koala warehouse, where I had long-term rentals of two 30-square-meter temperature-controlled warehouses
.
After unloading the metal crates one by one, I paid for the truck and closed the warehouse door.
I opened each crate; inside, neatly arranged according to pre-made molds, were various
dazzling electronic devices. I skillfully removed each part, and soon a Glock 17 pistol
was assembled in my hands. This was a major reason why I preferred Glocks at Blackwater:
smuggling a whole pistol was impossible, but the extensive use of engineering plastics made disassembling it and smuggling the parts extremely convenient.
As for bullets, they weren't difficult to buy domestically. I quickly pulled the trigger a few times to get a feel
for it, then tucked it into my waistband and started cleaning the other equipment.
"Ring—!" My phone rang. I took it out, checked the number, and answered, "I'll be right out."
I put on my large sunglasses and walked out of the warehouse. A gray Jinbei van was parked in an inconspicuous corner of the alley outside.
I walked over; the window was half-rolled down, and a cardboard box protruded from inside. "Here you go, 9mm full
-metal armor-piercing rounds, genuine German quality."
I examined them carefully; the box contained neat rows of gleaming gold pistol bullets. "
What's the price?"
"15,000, 1,000 rounds. Cash only."
"Damn, in America it's only $1.40 a round!"
"You can buy them in America, bro." The voice in the car was undeniably sarcastic. He was right;
I had no choice but to obediently hand over the money and take a heavy cardboard box.
"Anything else you want, bro? Definitely imported."
"Thanks, no thanks." I glanced inside, then carried the cardboard box away.
At 7 PM, after packing up all the equipment,
I slung a large backpack over my shoulder, grabbed two neatly packed metal cases, and took a taxi back to the office. The door was locked from the inside; it seemed Qini wasn't home. I opened the door and went inside.
The room hadn't changed a bit in the six months I'd been gone. Qini had kept it impeccably tidy, even my desk
was spotless. Not seeing Qini or Sun Haoran, I felt a sense of relief, even though I knew
they were somewhere, definitely together.
I turned on my computer and checked my emails. The business suspension notice before I left had brought orders to a near standstill for the past six months
, and there were no valuable emails in my inbox. I quickly cooked myself a bowl of noodles, then returned to my computer
. In a password-protected file folder, I opened a storage folder. Inside, folders were neatly arranged by date
, the earliest being the third day after I left. I felt a chill, yet also a thrill of voyeurism.
Two years ago, I installed several high-definition cameras in my office and bedroom. At that time, Qini was still sexually
frigid. Originally, they were just for office security monitoring, with a touch of perverse voyeurism on the side. Now, they've truly
become my voyeuristic job. These cameras are installed in the bathroom, living room, and two other rooms. As high-
tech products, they aren't constantly monitoring and storing data. Before going to the US, I had set them
to automatically activate and store data only when Qini speaks. As for the bathroom, the camera can even automatically recognize
whether the person inside is clothed; it only records footage when they are naked. Technology is truly omnipotent. (To be continued)

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