【My Story with Sister Zhao】(16) Author: 52676

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(Sixteen)

The melodious piano music filled the magnificent hall, blending with the gurgling water of the central fountain. The huge crystal
chandelier illuminated the entire space, further highlighting the grandeur of this five-star hotel.

I was dressed in formal attire, following the slender figure in front of me through the lobby, heading straight for the elevator. The graceful figure
wrapped in constantly attracted the gazes of various men and women. I couldn't help but straighten my back, but
Sister Zhao's aura still made me look like a follower.

The elevator doors opened, and Sister Zhao turned around and looked me over, revealing a satisfied smile. I looked at her luscious
red lips parted slightly, her neat pearly teeth slightly raised. "Remember what I told you?"

"Yes," I nodded slightly, recalling the conversation in the car just now...

"Looking forward to it?" Sister Zhao suddenly turned off the car's audio.

"Hmm, ah?" The road was busy with traffic, and I was concentrating on driving, so I didn't react for a moment.

"You're such a blockhead. Be smarter when you see my best friend later," Sister Zhao rolled her eyes at me. "Okay, I
'll watch your eye." I scratched my head.

"She was my college roommate, younger than me," Sister Zhao leaned her head back gently, her hair slowly falling
down, and continued, "A very smart girl, but sometimes..." She paused, "...too competitive
."

"Oh, that's like you." A car tried to cut in, but I stepped on the gas and blocked it.

"We're not quite the same," Sister Zhao looked ahead, smiling and shaking her head. "Susan, that girl, is a
bit... how should I put it, ruthless in achieving her goals."

I suddenly remembered the cold look in the photo, and a chill ran down my spine.

"Hehe, don't worry," Sister Zhao put her left hand on my shoulder and patted it, as if to
encourage "That's only for other people. She's especially good to me.

" "Does she know?" I organized my thoughts. "Does she know about our relationship? Uh, I mean, our sex
life?"

"Of course. She has a boyfriend in Australia who really likes this kind of thing. She always enjoys it, but
it's limited to their bed.

" "You know that?" I was a little surprised by the level of intimacy between women.

"Hehe," Sister Zhao chuckled. "There's a lot you don't know. She doesn't shy away from these things."

"I've only seen them in movies," I replied, uninterested in what she meant by "I don't know." "So,
Sister Zhao, did you have a boyfriend over there?"

As soon as I said this, I realized Sister Zhao was already married and had children, and I regretted it immediately. "Uh, no,
that's not what I meant."

"You did," Sister Zhao said calmly, without a hint of blame, her hand resting on the car window. "
A foreigner named Pete."

"Oh..." Although I knew Sister Zhao was charming, I didn't expect her to have so many lovers even after marriage. I
felt like I was an oddball. No, I wasn't a lover.

"Not really a boyfriend, just a temporary sexual partner," Sister Zhao's lips curved slightly. "My
marketing instructor, he likes Asian women."

"Yeah, a lot of foreigners like Asian women," I echoed, trying to calm my turbulent emotions.

"He's like you, he likes to lick women's genitals."

"Really?" Sister Zhao's topic made my throat a little dry. "Does he serve you like I do?"

"No, he's just very good at teasing me." Sister Zhao seemed to be reminiscing about that man, and I
felt that man I'd never met, whose name sounded like a white man's. "Pete is a bit like a combination of Lao Zhang and you
, you know?"

Combining what Sister Zhao said last night, I naturally understood that this man was a master of seduction.

"Pete is the biggest man I've ever seen." Sister Zhao didn't care about my feelings at this moment and continued to savor
the memory. "That full feeling, once yogo black, youevergo
black, have you heard of it?"

"Huh? Black people?" I've watched a lot of foreign films, so I've naturally heard this phrase, but I was still a little surprised.
"White people, it's just borrowed to describe someone, single-minded." Sister Zhao gave me a glare, which was quite beautiful.

No wonder Sister Zhao was dismissive of my size. A sudden realization dawned on me—could this also be
the reason Sister Zhao and her husband were separated? I felt a pang of
sympathy for Sister Zhao's husband, who was even worse off than me, considering he was being cuckolded.

"Are you still in contact?" Sister Zhao had never mentioned this person before, so I figured they probably weren't
. Her question was simply a confirmation.

"Yeah, we basically don't keep in touch anymore. After I went back to China, he got involved with another woman, and his wife found out, so
they divorced."

I cursed under my breath, feeling a sudden surge of relief. Then I heard Sister Zhao ask, "Do you know
who that woman is?"

I stared at Sister Zhao in surprise. She looked at me too, and from her meaningful smile, I got the answer.
"Ah, really?"

Sister Zhao nodded. "She actually liked Pete a long time ago. How could I not see that since they're both women?"

"And you didn't say anything?"

"Hehe, of course I didn't say anything. She often dressed very provocatively when Pete came to see me, and I understood
what going on. Pete did waver a bit, but I didn't care. After all, Pete and I were just casual sex partners. I didn't have any feelings for him, but he was a bit infatuated with me. So they only got together
after I left ." I marveled at Sister Zhao's ability to manage men, but I was a little confused by the entanglement between these two women. Since Sister Zhao saw through Susan's true colors, why did she still call her her best friend? "Although she seduced Pete," Sister Zhao continued, "she didn't cross , so I turned a blind eye. And," Sister Zhao paused, "she's now the general manager of Su Lu (fictional name). " "Ah?" I was genuinely surprised. I thought Susan was just an ordinary rich girl; I hadn't expected her background to be so powerful. "Hehe, look how scared you are," Sister Zhao tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "This girl is very low-key. We've been roommates for two years, and she's never boasted about her family background, only mentioning that she owns a hotel." "This hotel is huge!" I exclaimed, truly surprised that our destination was...

It's Susan's family fortune; it's truly unfathomable.

"Hmm, after she returned to Shanghai, she often invited me to eat there, and she always paid the bill. I guessed
it was because her father had some heart problems two years ago and went abroad to recuperate, so she temporarily managed it."

"Impressive, impressive!" I sincerely admired her. To manage a top-tier five-star hotel in Shanghai
so well , Susan's abilities were evident. If it were me, I would definitely panic.

"You, be quick-witted later," Sister Zhao couldn't help but laugh at my cluelessness. "
Just call her by her English name when you meet her; it's a habit she developed abroad."

"English name, Susan?"

"What do you think?" Sister Zhao glared at me. I stuck out my tongue, thinking that this English name was really lacking in creativity.

"Master, is there anything else we need to be aware of?" The car stopped at a traffic light. I could already see the spacious entrance of the Su Lu
Hotel , with luxury cars lined up in front of it.

Sister Zhao pondered for a moment, "Just watch my eye and obey my every command."

"Yes." The light turned green, I stepped on the gas, and the car drove towards the magnificent hotel.

"Ding!" The elevator sound startled me from my reverie. I watched the elevator doors slowly open, took a
deep breath, and followed Sister Zhao out.

"Hello," a pretty waitress approached, her voice soft, "Do you have a reservation?"

"I'm looking for your General Manager Su. I'm Zhao Ru," Sister Zhao replied politely, then smiled, "You're new here, aren't you?
I haven't seen you before."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Zhao Ru, I'm a new intern. General Manager Su instructed me to
go directly to the original private room when you arrive. I'll go inform her right away."

"Okay, thank you." Sister Zhao nodded, then walked to the far end of the luxurious restaurant,
her high heels clicking on the gleaming marble floor, attracting the attention of many men in suits. I, on the other
hand, walked softly, head down, obediently following behind her.

The private room had no number and was located in the southeast corner of the floor. Upon entering, you were greeted by a soft carpet that felt
incredibly comfortable underfoot. To the left was a charming kitchenette, and to the right was the bathroom. The room was very spacious, with two
walls entirely made of floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the gleaming glass, Shanghai at dusk looked dazzling and
elegant.

I stood before the glass, greedily admiring the Shanghai night view. Sister Zhao slowly walked up behind me. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Mmm," I replied, kneeling on the sofa by the window. Looking down at the traffic below, the dense headlights formed
a flowing river of light, shimmering beneath my feet. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness in this crowded city.

"What are you thinking about?" Sister Zhao came to my side, arms crossed, looking at me. Today, she had her hair tied up in
a bun, making her look more mature. She wore light makeup, her lipstick shimmering under the light,
and a pair of silver earrings that swayed gently. She wore a long, dark blue dress with a slit at the thigh,
revealing her long, fair legs, and silver-gray high-heeled sandals that accentuated her curves.

"Nothing," I replied, somewhat stunned, before snapping back to reality. Sister Zhao looked at me with a half-smile, and the room
fell silent for a moment.

Click, the door opened.

"Lynn, you're here. I had something to take care of earlier," a soft voice reached
my ears before I even saw her.

"I rushed over after work, just in time to avoid the rush hour," Sister Zhao turned to the doorway to greet
the figure hurrying in.

Then Susan appeared, even more radiant than in the photos, tall and slender, with fair skin and a beautiful face.
Her long hair in the photos was now a medium-length bob, the ends curling back and draped over her shoulders. She wore a pure white short-sleeved shirt and
a pencil skirt over black stockings, encased in black high heels. She
walked , took Zhao Jie's hand, and glanced at me from head to toe before turning to Zhao Jie. "What, aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Xiao Wei, my personal assistant," Zhao Jie said, her eyes filled with a hint of affection. I was touched. This was the first
time I'd exposed our relationship to a third party, yet my mistress was still considerate of my feelings.

"This is my sister, Susan," Zhao Jie gestured towards the woman beside her.

"Hello," I nodded, extending my right hand.

"Hmm, your personal assistant," Susan drawled, her expression playful, scrutinizing me again
without offering a handshake. I felt awkward and turned to Zhao Jie, who simply smiled and said nothing
.

"Okay, not bad, qualified to be a personal assistant." Susan raised an eyebrow, nodded, and patted
my hand. "Just call me Susan." Then she smiled and turned to Sister Zhao, pulling her to
a seat. I breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing my forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

It was a large round table for twelve people. Sister Zhao, the oldest, sat in the seat directly opposite the door. Susan
sat to her left, whispering in my ear while glancing at me and giggling. The two beauties
together were quite a sight to behold.

"Come sit down," Sister Zhao said with a smile, gesturing for me to sit next to her.

I took a deep breath, then slowly walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Hey, Xiaowei, how old are you?" Susan turned to me, her eyes fixed on my face.

"Twenty-seven this year."

"Twenty-seven… you're a dragon in the Chinese zodiac, so you have to call me sister." Susan winked at me expectantly.

Because Sister Zhao had mentioned she was older than me, I didn't mind and casually called her "Sister Su," which made her
burst into laughter.

"Haha, Lynn, did you hear what he called me? He called me Sister Su, hahaha!" I looked at her
laughing , not knowing what I had said wrong, and felt embarrassed again.

Sister Zhao patted Susan with a smile, and she stopped laughing. "You should still call me Susan, Sister Su
sounds soweired."

"Okay," I nodded, not knowing what I had done wrong.

Bang bang bang, the door opened, "Come in," Susan's voice was very pleasant, her pronunciation clear.

The door opened, and the head waiter, carrying a bottle of red wine, led several waiters in. "Ms. Su, everything is ready, shall we serve the food
now ?"

"Yes," Susan nodded slightly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

After the food and wine were placed, the head waiter nodded to Susan, went out, and closed the door.

I guessed Sister Zhao was already very familiar with this scene; sure enough, she wasn't looking at the dishes, chatting and laughing with Susan.
Sister Susan sounded sowed.

"Hmm," I didn't know what I'd done wrong, but I nodded in agreement anyway.

Bang, bang, bang, the door opened. "Come in," Susan's voice was pleasant, her pronunciation clear.

The door opened, and the head waiter, carrying a bottle of red wine, led in several waiters. "Ms. Su, everything's ready. Shall we serve the food
now ?"

"Hmm," Susan nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips.

After the food and wine were set out, the head waiter nodded to Susan, went out, and closed the door.

I guessed Sister Zhao was already familiar with this scene; sure enough, she didn't look at the food, chatting and laughing with Susan,
seemingly discussing cosmetics.

"Come on, Cheers, it's time to greet Xiaowei," Susan said, picking up her wine glass and
greeting Sister Zhao and me.

Sister Zhao lightly clinked glasses with Susan, taking a sip, while I opted for tea instead of wine, drinking half a glass.
The aroma of green tea filled my mouth; it was excellent Tieguanyin.

"How's Song Heyi doing at school? I haven't seen him for over half a year, has he gotten even more handsome?" Susan
started chatting casually. Although Zhao Jie hadn't mentioned him, Song Heyi was probably Zhao Jie's son.

"He's doing alright," Zhao Jie said, her face beaming with happiness. "He called at noon, he got
third in his class, he was so excited." Zhao Jie continued, "He wants me to take him to Disneyland at the end of the month. What's so fun about that
place ? He's not young anymore."

"Hehe, even adults love to go, let alone someone your son's age," Susan swirled her glass. "I'd
like to go too, but I can't get away."

"You should find a man to marry first."

"These men, they're all so boring," Susan said, glancing at me casually.
"They're either womanizers or greedy for money and sex, none of them are good, compared to your Director Song..." Susan suddenly
realized she'd said something she shouldn't have and stopped.

I keenly sensed that Susan also knew something about Sister Zhao's husband, but the conversation suddenly stopped there, creating
an awkward silence.

"So what kind of man do you want?" I quickly interjected, breaking the silence, while peeling a crab shell,
wondering if the "ju" Susan mentioned was a name or a job title.

Sister Zhao and Susan exchanged glances. Susan's eyes suddenly crinkled, and she said to me, "Someone like you,
understanding and obedient."

Sister Zhao narrowed her eyes at me, and I quickly lowered my head to continue peeling the crab shell. I could feel both
women's gazes fixed on my profile, so I turned my face slightly away.

"Hahaha, you're even shy now," Susan's silvery laughter pierced my ears.

"You've grown up, daring to interrupt us," Sister Zhao's cold voice came. I quickly looked up and saw
Sister Zhao's somewhat complicated gaze, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Master, I was wrong," I blurted out habitually, immediately realizing my slip of the tongue.

The room fell silent. Susan narrowed her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if watching a good show
unfold .

Sister Zhao remained expressionless, simply raising her right hand slightly.

*Slap!* A resounding slap echoed in the quiet room, shattering the facade of peace.

I covered my face, accepting the slap with a strange calm.

"Kneel down," Sister Zhao said coldly. I silently complied, kneeling at her feet and bowing my head.

"Lynn, although I already knew, seeing… him kneel down, I still can't quite believe it,"
Susan broke her silence, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"It was meant for you to see anyway. He was disobedient, so I punished him," Sister Zhao's tone
softened . I kept my head down, but I could feel her looking down at me. The mistress continued, "Let me reintroduce you,
Xiaowei, my dog." The last three words were emphasized, each one a hammer blow to my chest. I felt my
lower body slowly awakening.

"Amazing..." Susan's gaze fell on my face, and I quickly lowered my head. The master-slave
relationship was laid bare, and I actually felt a sense of release.

"Lynn, do you remember Andy?"

"Yeah, that handsome white guy."

"He really liked this kind of fetish game."

"Oh?"

"He would always call me mistress before we made love, and I would punish him. Haha, I thought
this foreigner was so perverted back then."

"And now?"

"Now, you mean now?" Susan pointed at me, and Sister Zhao nodded. "You see a man
kneeling next to you like a slave."

"Not like, he is." Sister Zhao smiled. "Look closely."

As she spoke, Sister Zhao slowly lifted her left leg. I immediately understood her intention and lowered my head. Her
high heel stepped on the back of my head, slowly lowering my head to the ground. The whole process was slow. I
understood that Sister Zhao was doing it for Susan's benefit, but being stepped on like that in front of another woman
still burn.

"Wow!" In my line of sight, Susan's leg moved slightly; she must have been shocked by the scene before her.

"Although Andy and I have done it before, it feels really different." Susan's leg moved again, and I
felt that she must have been stirred up.

"Hehe, what you and the handsome young man did was flirting, but what I did with him," Sister Zhao stepped on my foot harder, "was
a master-slave relationship."

"Lynn, how did you make him your slave?"

"You want one too? Hehe." Sister Zhao moved her foot off my head, and I slowly raised my head.

"Haha, I don't want one, I'm just curious." Susan's gaze met mine, then looked away.

"There are plenty of men like that; you need to observe carefully." Sister Zhao picked up the wine glass on the table, took a
small sip, and smiled.

"Is that how you found him?"

Hearing this, I suddenly recalled the day I established my relationship with Sister Zhao…

Chapter 16 didn't have any explicit scenes, so it was written particularly slowly, and I haven't been focusing on the story lately, I'm really
sorry everyone.

The next chapter will cover the period when the male lead and Sister Zhao established their master-slave relationship; there will be explicit content, I think…

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