【Shh~~ Be careful when you owe money!】 (Bonus Chapter) (01) Author: nino

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(Part 1)

Smoke drifted from the short chimney, swirling and lingering in the valley. The parking lot was always full,
with cars coming and going amidst the blaring of loudspeakers.

He Zhiyuan had never liked coming here since he was a child; he disliked the smell, the sounds, and the
fact that everyone wore dark clothes. Today, he was dressed in his least favorite attire—wearing sunglasses,
a round-neck silk shirt, and a white flower pinned to his Armani black suit—looking exactly
like someone attending a funeral.

That's right! The man quickly walked through the crowd down the steps, eager to leave this nauseating place.

"Let's go home first!" Zhiyuan instructed the driver. The black BMW swiftly glided past the U-turn before the tunnel,
speeding along the overpass towards the city.

After washing away the lingering stench, the man walked naked to his desk. With the children all at school, I can
finally have a few quiet hours to handle some things. Due to global warming, temperatures this winter are lower than expected in many places.
Crude oil prices, which were initially poised to rise, have stalled, hovering around the $70 mark. CNOOC had initially
placed an order for 500,000 barrels, but withdrew when prices were expected to remain low. The LC placed an order and then withdrew;
even with the Abdullah ship already in service, even if things were to change course, it's unclear where all that oil would go. The Arabs are furious. Luckily,
Xiaoyan helped them earn a lot recently, preventing a complete
breakdown
in relations. Now, Yunyun has flown to Beijing, and Xuanxuan is in Singapore arranging ships. If this situation isn't handled well, the loss of several million dollars is a minor issue; the real problem is the unsold crude oil being dumped everywhere, damaging the East Asian market. Last night, the Japanese called and lectured me all night. It's a rare opportunity to be
alone with Maggie, but the man is in a bad mood and has no interest in anything.

"Don't bother me, Master, go to sleep." After giving birth, Maggie had gotten used to sleeping naked, her large
breasts, now a full cup size, pressed against the man's chest.

"Bothering won't help, we can earn more money." Maggie gently scratched the man's cheek with her nose,
pulling his hand towards her genitals. The man could feel her wetness, but he couldn't muster any energy.
Maggie seemed to understand the man's intentions, simply pressing her body tightly against him. Her voluptuous body exuded
a fleshy fragrance , a scent the man liked. She twisted her body, making the sensual aroma even stronger.

"Don't forget about Sherry tomorrow, nine o'clock at the second funeral home," Maggie murmured,
soon emitting soft snores in the man's arms. The man gently stroked her breasts, and the woman whimpered and
turned over to sleep.

Sherry, dressed in black mourning attire, possessed large, doll-like eyes. Her long, tear-filled eyelashes
accentuated her intellectual beauty. The black cheongsam draped over her shoulders, concealing most of her shapely legs, while her
slender ankles, clad in semi-transparent black stockings, made her two-and-a-half-inch heels stand out even more.

"The public memorial service is organized by HMS Investment Company, with President He Zhiyuan presiding..." As
the representative of the largest shareholder of A Financial Holdings, the man scrutinized the figure of the chairman's secretary beneath her mourning clothes. The rough linen concealed the woman's beautiful
long hair, but it could not hide her elegant demeanor.

"The chief officiant takes his place... the attendants take their places..." The man stood with his hands at his sides, his mind preoccupied with the widow's slender waist wrapped in cloth
.

"Offering flowers..." That curve is truly beautiful...

"Offering fruit..." Maggie said Sherry has been with her for almost ten years, but he
has no recollection of it...

"Family members return the greeting..." The man turned and bowed deeply to the only family member. As the woman bent over to kowtow, the man
noticed the full shadow of her chest.

Beautiful women are everywhere. Although the man was amazed that Maggie had such a secretary,
he didn't want to pay any attention to her. Beauty is like a feather fluttering in the wind; if you don't pay attention to it, it will soon
drift away from your memory...

The man processed over a hundred emails. Although things weren't as expected, the damage was within controllable limits.
The man stood up, stretched, and loosened his limbs. The three young mothers weren't home, and Maggie was busy to death
because her secretary was on bereavement leave. The four children would cling to him every day when they got home, wanting to play and be held,
which was more tiring than disciplining a woman.

"Master, Madam Maggie requests your presence downstairs," Maria knocked gently on the door.

"She's back?" The man glanced at the time; Maggie's return at noon surprised him.
He hastily threw on a coat and turned to leave the room.

"What happened?"

"We were just taking her husband to the crematorium when Sherry suddenly screamed and fainted. We live closer
, so I had them keep watch at the funeral home. I brought Sherry back to rest." Maggie busied herself getting
a towel to wipe her sweat. The woman's brows were tightly furrowed, and her chest heaved, whether from excessive grief or exhaustion.
"She's really stubborn. Her husband has been having affairs for so many years, and she's been supporting him all along. And now she's even committed
suicide with another woman. Really..."

"Hmm..." The man didn't know what to say, just leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"To get herself into this state for such a rotten man, really..." Maggie looked helpless,
took a cushion for Sherry's head, and then lifted her long legs to help her lie down.

"Husband...husband..." the woman murmured, her white breasts
heaving beneath Maggie's loosened collar.

"Silly woman, your husband hasn't been back for three or four years and you still can't forget him..." Maggie tenderly fed her
some drinks, and the woman's face immediately flushed. Maggie's eyes suddenly flashed with a cunning
look as she looked at the man and said, "I gave her some of the medicine Xiaoyan prescribed. Master, please help
this unfortunate woman!"

"Ah?... " Hearing Maggie's words, the man almost fell over, his mouth agape in astonishment,
unable to utter a word.

The cheongsam, its collar lifted by Maggie, revealed the beautiful body of a woman in her thirties. The black half-
cup bra made her breasts appear even more vibrant against her snow-white skin, while the thick lining of the full-coverage bra seemed to try to
conceal her ample breasts, only making them appear even more plump and alluring.

The man paused for a moment, then was immediately pulled to the sofa by Maggie.

"Master, please! Seeing Sherry like this makes my heart ache. She's such a good girl."
"You've got me all messed up, please, Master, help me!"

"Mmm...mmm...husband..." The aphrodisiac made the woman writhe and moan with her eyes closed.

The man looked at Maggie's eager eyes and squatted down, gently touching Sherry's snow-white breasts,
and began to pinch the incredibly elastic flesh of her breasts with two fingers. The small, delicate nipples gradually hardened,
the skin whiter than snowflakes, plus the two rosy points on the breasts, creating a bewitching and beautiful scene. The man gently pulled up
the nipples, his huge palms squeezing and pinching wantonly, the plump flesh constantly deforming, the large breasts changing into various
lewd shapes. The pink areolas seemed to spread out, and the hard nipples shamelessly called for
the man 's favor. The man took the jewel-like cherry into his mouth, gently savoring the woman's mature breast fragrance.

One, two, three… The man slowly unbuttoned all the buttons on the cheongsam, leaving only black
high-waisted underwear and stockings covering her thighs under the mourning clothes. He kissed her nipples, one hand around her bare shoulder, the other
grasping her other breast,
kissing and sucking incessantly from her nipple to her breast, to her chest, to her navel, all the way to her face and lips.

In her unconscious state, Sherry's hands involuntarily clung to the man,
her body twisting and turning in rhythm with his movements. Her alluring lips were pressed tightly against his, her serpentine tongue darting
into his mouth and hooking his.

The small panties couldn't conceal her thick pubic hair. The man lifted her right leg, pulling the stockings down to her knee, his tongue
licking the tender flesh of her inner thigh with abandon. Her panties were turned to the side, revealing her glistening vulva,
the dense black pubic hair obscuring the entrance, her labia gently closed. The long-unexplored, closed petals
released a sensual scent. The man covered them with his mouth, savoring the aroma with his tongue.
A sweet, viscous fluid flowed from the pink opening, its slightly fishy smell mingled with tiny white bubbles. The man greedily sucked the fragrant saliva into his mouth,
while his hands moved up and down, relentlessly stimulating Sheryl's most sensitive
areas .

"Ah..." the woman groaned, her waist, pushed up by the man, utterly powerless.

The man grasped her ankles, spreading her legs to their limit. He thrust forward, his magnificent penis easily
parting her labia, slowly penetrating her warm, wet vagina. His large, hard shaft
slid in slowly, carefully feeling the delicate tightness of her vaginal walls and
the intense pleasure of his glans rubbing against the folds.

"Mmm...mmm..." Sherry's brows furrowed tightly, she gasped for breath, letting out short,
high-pitched moans, her beautiful face filled with excitement and pleasure. The man indulged in the woman's body,
skillfully . He thrust forcefully, each penetration reaching the very end of her vagina,
each wave of flesh beneath him trembling, each alluring moan emanating from her ripe body.

"Ah...ah..." Her lonely vagina regained its elasticity, and the woman involuntarily wrapped her legs around the man's waist.
Her secret place was warm and tight, tightly enveloping the man's hard member, the tender inner walls constantly writhing greedily,
the glans almost hitting the tingling cervix with each thrust. Her unconscious lower body actively responded to the thrusting of the penis, her honeyed fluids
sliding down her buttocks with a squelching sound. The man brought Sherry's legs together in front of his chin, slowly pulling
down the semi-transparent stocking on her right leg to her ankle, then removing the stocking and shoe together. He stopped and gripped her vulva tightly, letting
her left ankle, clad in a high heel, rest against his cheek, while he took her slender right foot, painted with black toenails, into his mouth.
Perhaps due to years of wearing high heels, Sherry's fair big toe was slightly deformed, and the man
tasted a faint salty flavor and the scent of leather between her toes.

"Ah..." Sherry was ticklish, and the man's movements on her right foot made her arch her back involuntarily
, but this only made her vulva more prominent, her tender cervix slamming heavily
against the man's magnificent glans.

Their lower bodies were tightly intertwined, and in the moment of the woman's struggle, the dark penis
was faintly visible between her pink labia.

"Oh my god...it's so ticklish...so good..." Sherry twisted desperately, feeling her body's
essence constantly draining away from deep within her. Her husband hadn't touched her for years. Forget sex, they couldn't even
sit down conversation. She loved him, but he no longer loved her…

"Ha…" Half-conscious, Sherry took a deep breath, the strange fullness in her lower body making her
hair stand on end.

'I'm wet… so wet…' Gradually regaining consciousness, Sherry felt her breasts being gripped tightly,
as if all the fat was about to burst from her skin. She couldn't control her writhing, but every time she changed position,
a strong stimulation came from the depths of her vagina, to the place her husband had never touched.

"Ah…" Sherry felt her whole body burning, every pore sweating.

"Ugh…" Sherry couldn't control her buttocks arching upwards, feeling a pleasure so intense
she wanted to cry .

A strange heat rose within her vagina with each movement, her blood boiling, as if
every delicate nerve in her body was focused on that feeling of fullness. Each time the soft depths of her flower were filled, it
brought an unparalleled, indescribable pleasure. She had no other thoughts, only knowing to repeat the same movement
with all her might —lifting her waist, lowering it…lifting her waist, lowering it…

Sherry had never felt such an intense itch before, like a million ants inhabiting her vagina,
a tingling sensation spreading from her lower body, crawling over her abdomen…crawling over her navel…crawling up her breasts…all the way up her neck
until her scalp tingled. Sherry felt the sharp pain of cramps in her calves, but she couldn't
relax her tense muscles. She could only forcefully curl her toes, using all her strength to resist the indescribable tingling.

"Ahhh…" Sherry sighed, her whole body seemingly exploding into shooting
stars .

"Husband...husband..." the woman murmured, clinging to the man's neck. He hadn't moved since she started sucking his toes
; the unconscious woman swayed her slender waist automatically, challenging the authority of his penis again and again with her soft flesh.
Finally after heavy breathing, the man felt his penis being squeezed tighter and tighter. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and relaxed,
and the tense muscles in her limbs slowly eased.

"Poor child..." Maggie sat on the carpet beside the sofa, gently wiping
the sweat from Sherry's forehead. "Her clothes are soaked; she'll catch a cold. Master, help her up, I'll help her..."
"Dry yourself off."

The man picked up Sherry and made her sit on his lap so that Maggie could help her change out of her soaking
wet cheongsam. His still-erect penis remained erect, and the stimulated woman's body involuntarily began to writhe again. Her long
eyelashes trembled constantly, and the woman, clearly lacking practice, swayed clumsily on the man's body.

"Husband...I want...I want more..." Sherry, with her eyes tightly closed, placed all her weight on the man's
lap, and he could clearly feel her clitoris deformed under the pressure of gravity.

"Ahhhhhh~" Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, and the woman let out a moan that was hard to tell whether it was sadness or joy.

"Oh...oh..." The position on top helped her reach orgasm faster, and the strands of hair at Sherry's temples fell loose as she
weakly rested her pretty face on the man's shoulder. The man gave her no chance to catch her breath, his hips thrusting upwards relentlessly,
her body rising and falling, her flower blooming and withering, withering and blooming again…

“Ah…ah…” Her clitoris, like a tiny insect hiding in a hole, was constantly being pecked at by the man’s glans. Ignoring the
exhaustion after her orgasm, her wasp waist instinctively welcomed the penetrating assault of his penis. Her legs shook her hips vigorously, her vaginal opening feeling as if
thousands of tentacles were constantly tugging at the man’s penis.

Suddenly, Sherry slightly opened her eyes, her beautiful pupils gazing at the man in a daze,
a mixture of sorrow, anguish, and even regret instantly converging on her beauty, tears instantly filling her eyes. The glans was still
moving freely inside the woman’s body, the pubic hair on her flat, childless lower abdomen rubbing against the man, making a rustling
sound.

"Ah~ It hurts~" The man suddenly kissed Sheryl's nipple, the powerful suction like sucking milk, as if
trying to tear her breast away
. Her uterus and ovaries also jerked upwards under this intense stimulation, a strong current of pleasure coursing through every corner of her body.

The man stood up, holding her. Her long, slender legs, at 168 cm tall, weakly hooked around his waist, her 48
kg weight entirely supported by her clitoris pressing against his glans. His penis swelled like a wolf's, mercilessly forcing open
her tight vaginal walls. Her pubic bone ached terribly, her uterus felt like it was about to burst, the unparalleled sensory stimulation driving
her into a frenzy…

"Thank you, Master," Maggie kissed the man's cheek.

"What do you plan to do next?" The man cracked his neck, his joints making a popping sound.

"Does Master want to keep her?"

"You decide what you've done," the man said calmly, his voice as indifferent and detached as ever.

Sheryl placed her briefcase at her feet, looking slightly uneasy.

For the first time in months, she delivered documents to the chairman's house. The chairman was still in his room getting ready, and Sherry
seemed to smell her own scent on the leather sofa.

That day, after seeing her husband off at the mountain tower, she politely declined Maggie's company, choosing instead to close the door and face
the loneliness of her home. The busy afternoon left Sherry no chance to find the answer to the strange feeling in her body. Turning on the hot water
and taking off her clothes, she saw dark finger marks on her breasts in the mirror. Her pubic hair was disheveled and tangled, and her labia were
hardened by dried semen. In a daze, she vaguely remembered something happening at noon, and instantly collapsed,
squatting in the bathroom and sobbing uncontrollably.

From that day on, she was plagued by nightmares almost every night. Sometimes she was being held by her husband, sometimes a white light enveloped
her entire body . In her waking state, she only felt restless, but she always woke up in a scene from the chairman's living room. The disheveled state of her lower body in the dead of night
made her, a woman of conservative nature, feel ashamed. She often had to muster the courage to caress her clitoris
to drift off to sleep in a weary climax.

"Wait five more minutes!" came Maggie's voice from inside the room.

Sherry sipped her tea, stood up, and paced around the living room. Elegant
pearl , a dark scarf wrapped around her neck, and a black suit accentuated her slender figure. Beneath her knee-length skirt were her
long, shapely legs, and the woman's slender heels clicked silently on the thick carpet. Since the day of her funeral,
she had never worn bright clothes again, and a hint of sorrow always lingered between her furrowed brows.

Sherry watched the white clouds drift past the mountains outside the window, suddenly sensing someone behind her…

A wave of tension washed over her, and she abruptly turned around.

A man leaned against the wall of the passageway leading from the living room to the inner room, holding a half-burnt cigarette in his hand.

Their eyes met, and Sherry's heart suddenly pounded as if it would burst from her chest...

The man's lips were tightly pressed together as he slowly walked towards her.

For some reason, a surge of heat suddenly welled up in Sherry's lower body, followed by a feeling of utter exhaustion.
She leaned against the French windows, her legs giving way...

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