[Power and Desire] (1 - Villa in Tianwang District)

Author: Limited to Wet
Published on: December 23, 2016 Forum
First Published: Yes
Word Count: 3273
City of Power and Desire 01
December 9, 2011, the Republic of China, the capital, Tianwang District.
Tianwang District, as the most famous city within a city in the capital, is home to the world's most upscale residential areas and
numerous mansions of the powerful and wealthy. Located in the eastern part of the capital, it sits beside the refreshing and pleasant Taiping Lake and next to the central government offices of China
. Although Tianwang District is the smallest administrative district in the capital, it gathers almost all of the capital's high-ranking officials.
Besides high-ranking officials, it is also where the top wealthy reside. Countless ambitious people across the country dream of
living in this prime real estate. Power and desire are the sole themes of this vast expanse of concrete buildings.
On the shores of Taiping Lake, a luxurious villa comes into view across the tranquil lake. Its imposing gate, arched
windows, and stone corners exude opulence. The roof gleams golden in the setting sun. Facing north
, it's considered a prime location, a place of exceptional feng shui, ideal for attracting wealth and prosperity. From a location
perspective, this is Taiping Lake in the Tianwang District, a prime location with sky-high prices. The villa has three floors, each
with a unique exterior. Entering the villa's outer gate
, a cobblestone path leads up to the grand main entrance. Inside, a lavishly
decorated hall greets visitors. Black marble floors, gleaming ceramic tiles, and Swarovski crystal chandeliers
cast a cool, sophisticated glow. The high walls cast deep shadows on the soft carpet in the center of the hall. Walking
through the long, spacious yet deserted corridor, one ascends to the master bedroom on the top floor. In the extravagantly luxurious yet utterly silent room,
a thin figure lies on a large, velvety, mahogany bed with intricate carvings.
Sunlight streams through the exquisite windows, illuminating the person on the bed without obstruction. His name is Zhao Changping, a man
, and the former owner of this mansion. As for now, Zhao Changping doesn't know if he is still a man,
or the owner; perhaps neither. He closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on his skin. Since his serious illness,
his favorite thing to do has been to bask in the sun. Awakening from a long, drowsy sleep, his body
is incredibly weak. Prolonged bed rest has not only left him mentally foggy but also physically weak. He was once the owner of one of China's top
conglomerates, wielding and controlling vast wealth and power, but this immense power
, like his health, has vanished with the passage of time. His
long illness has given his body a decaying odor—not from uncleanliness; his servants are extremely
diligent. The smell was a mixture of despair and helplessness seeping from his very bones. Sometimes, Zhao Changping even
had the illusion that the source of this smell would slowly kill him, leaving him in this luxurious bedroom
, feeling his spirit and body slowly decay.
Accompanied by a certain desire and impulse, the sensation of blood flowing through his limbs, along with the waves of soreness in his lower back,
filled his body. He seemed to find that he could move again. This discovery filled him with ecstasy, yet he forcefully
suppressed the urge to call the servants. He wanted to stand up on his own. Enduring the intense back pain, he slowly
propped himself up, threw back the covers, lifted his feet off the bed, and then, with all his might, stood up
. Zhao Changping almost burst into laughter, but he didn't. He slowly walked out of the bedroom. He wanted to give his wife
, the representative of the group who had taken charge during his serious illness, the mistress of this room, a surprise.
Zhao Changping walked slowly and quietly down the wide corridor, but after only a few steps, he stopped, feeling
an overwhelming surge of anger, accompanied by a woman's moans that sounded like sobs or soft groans, echoing through the quiet, lonely
corridor. The moans came from the study, two rooms away from his bedroom. Amidst his anger, an irrepressible
curiosity arose within him: which audacious maid and servant dared to have
an affair in the study—the room where his wife used to handle countless important corporate affairs? Zhao Changping quietly moved to the study door and found it
wasn't fully closed. This meant the study's excellent soundproofing hadn't worked,
allowing him to hear the moans from inside. He gently pushed the door open a crack and peeked into the study
.
Then Zhao Changping saw a scene that made his blood boil. Beneath a towering bookcase, as large as a wall, a
voluptuous, fair-skinned body lay sprawled on a wide mahogany desk like a female dog.
The documents on the desk were pushed aside, making the usually meticulously organized desk a mess. The woman, who should have been dressed
appropriately, was now wearing a white blouse, but all the buttons were undone. Her
full, ripe breasts, no longer restrained by the blouse, swayed in the air like pendulums,
creating waves of milk. Her nipples, like rubies or ripe cherries, rubbed against the gleaming desk.
She wore a black pencil skirt rolled up to her waist, her two straight, shapely, fair legs barely supporting her body
. Between her plump thighs, a large penis was relentlessly thrusting into her hairy, wet vulva.
Each thrust revealed glimpses of pink flesh, and streams of vaginal fluid sprayed onto the marble floor, some
flowing down her jade-like legs, displaying a seductive sheen. The underwear that should have been on her
lay on the floor in front of the desk: a semi-transparent silk panty and a lace bra, both black
.
The man standing behind her, thrusting into her with his ample, round buttocks, was dressed in a black
suit, impeccably dressed as if handling business, if his penis hadn't been unzipped
and inserted into the woman's plump vulva.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Changping's mind went blank, and he almost collapsed to his knees. In the study, lost in passionate
intercourse, was his noble wife, the mistress of this mansion and the conglomerate he had built from scratch.
The man manipulating his wife was a promising young talent from his company, promoted to assistant to her when she took over management
. Zhao Changping barely managed to suppress his immense shock and rage, controlling himself to open the door and call out...
He used to have the urge to kill the two adulterers in the room, but now that the company was
under this vile woman's control, and Zhao Changping's frail body couldn't even manage a beating. All he could do now was
endure.
The young chairman's assistant moved his hips rhythmically, his large penis penetrating deeper and deeper into
the mature body radiating lust and desire. With each thrust, Zhao Changping heard his wife utter
moans of shame mixed with ecstasy, her face displaying
an expression he had never seen before, as alluring as a blooming peony. She was a completely different person from his wife, who was usually so noble and aloof in the company, so dignified and elegant in his presence.
But Zhao Changping knew very well that the vile woman constantly uttering lewd moans was his wife, the
wife who was so noble in the company and even in front of the servants at home.
"Oh...ah...ah...ah~"
"Ah...oh...harder..."
"Ah...so good...ah ah...gentler...
"Oh~I can't take it anymore..."
The woman having an affair in the study seemed to be close to reaching ecstasy. The frequency of the lover's penis thrusting in and out gradually increased
. The hand that was holding her plump white buttocks gradually moved upward, gliding over her slender and soft waist. He reached out and grabbed those two
plump mounds of beautiful flesh, vigorously kneading the soft flesh that was difficult to fully grasp in his hand. Even that touch of rosy pink was pinched and
rubbed wantonly, as if playing with a gemstone.
"Oh...ah...ah...ah, so hard~ It's going to, it's going to break, ah~ so good, ah,
I'm going to die, be gentle~"
"Oh, huff~ huff~ huff, um~ be gentle, then I really~ um~ be gentle, madam!"
"Ah...ah...ah~ ah, no~"
"No what, don't be gentle, madam?"
"Oh~ don't call me that, call me madam"
"Hehe, madam's body doesn't say that...you're really saying one thing and meaning another, you need to be punished, the punishment is for
madam to answer a question, if you can't answer I'll pull it out."
"Wh-what?"
"How do I compare to Chairman Zhao? I mean, how does my penis compare to Chairman Zhao's?
" "Um...ah~"
Hearing his wife hesitate, the adulterer pretended to pull his penis out. "Ah~~ no, much better than him."
The adulterer got the answer he wanted, so, his big penis once again pounded into the overflowing spring tide of the little hole,
reaching the tender flower core of the plump cave in one go.
"Ahhhhhh, I'm going to die," his wife let out a long, song-like moan.
Zhao Changping, who had already regained control of himself, was startled when he suddenly heard his own name. Upon hearing his wife's reply, he
felt even more enraged. In his fury, Zhao Changping felt a surge of hot blood rush from his chest to his head. He wanted to
roar at the despicable couple, but found that he could only open his mouth without making a sound. Then, amidst his wife's
moans of climax, he felt a sharp pain, and liquid gushed from her nose, followed by her mouth...
On December 10, 2011, the biggest news in the capital was undoubtedly
the death of Zhao Changping, the chairman of Changle Group, at home. Although everyone in the capital, from the bigwigs in the government to the common people in the northern district,
had long heard of Zhao Changping's serious illness, the sight of him dying with blood flowing from his nose and mouth still caused a huge stir.
—To be continued
Postscript: I've been a user of this forum for six years. Initially, I only browsed sections that didn't require an account, partly
because I didn't have one and couldn't register. A few years ago, I registered an account by chance, but even then
, I only browsed, rarely posting or replying, and never even created a new thread. This year,
a sudden urge to write suddenly ignited within me. I wouldn't call it writing, because I lack the skill, but this impulse
led me to a sudden inspiration: why not post on this forum I've been browsing for so long? Firstly, the barrier to entry isn't that high, and
secondly, I'm a loyal reader of many of the forum's experts. As the saying goes, seeing something new makes one's heart itch. My skill level is far from that of the experts
, but my desire to write is the same. So, this is my first time creating a new thread, my first time writing erotic fiction. I hope
everyone will support me.

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