【The Young Women of the Central Bank】(Continued) (2.10) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
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Chapter Two: A Woman Dresses for Her Beloved 10

Zhao Ying spent almost the entire afternoon soaking in the hot spring. Later, after the two women left, she took a
nice nap. She slept soundly, without even a dream. She was awakened by a silvery laugh
, and one of the women came in and said, "The master asked me to wake you; the time for your consecration has arrived."

"I need some clothes," Zhao Ying said to her naked body. The woman said, "Why?
Clothes are cumbersome; everyone else walks through the house naked."

"I feel uncomfortable without clothes," Zhao Ying replied. Finally, the agreed-upon solution was to let her wear a loose
bathrobe, but absolutely no underwear underneath. The woman led her to the top floor, to a separate room
surrounded by a wide corridor paved with red bricks and supported by a row of towering white stone pillars, each two or three zhang high.

Zhao Ying slowly entered the room, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it. Wang Yangming
sat on a huge bed against the wall at the far end. A black and white velvet blanket covered the bed, two tall
pillows sat at the head of the bed, and a four-foot-long wooden plank lay on it. A silk curtain hung from the ceiling, parting on either side of the bed,
revealing a section of wall adorned with gold and white wallpaper.

He wore a long black robe with two sashes that draped down from it. His legs parted, revealing
the robe's open collar, almost exposing his thin chest. A glittering gold necklace hung around his neck.
When he saw Zhao Ying, he gestured for her to come closer. "You look radiant and relaxed," he asked.

"No, I feel hot all over, a warm current surging within me," Zhao Ying replied, a slight smile
playing "That's right!" Zhao Ying noticed the bed's unusual shape; it had five legs, and she wondered
what its significance was. Perhaps it was the bed he was said to have used for his rituals.

He got off the bed, and as he lifted his wide black robe, Zhao Ying discovered that he was completely naked underneath, his slender
penis exposed. He reached Zhao Ying and naturally placed his hand on her arm, stroking it back and forth.
"Now I'm going to consecrate you. Whatever I do, you must obey. Can you do that?"

His eyes were fixed intently on her. Zhao Ying nodded. She had heard that when a master consecrated a female devotee, she needed to wash
herself clean, burn incense, and then be carried to the "ritual bed" by an assistant. Yang Ming
lit Zhao Ying smelled a strong, sweet fragrance, quite pleasant, making her involuntarily inhale deeply.

"You should take off your clothes," he said. Zhao Ying felt a little embarrassed, as if the age difference made her
lack confidence. She wanted to wrap herself in a bath towel, but instead turned her back and took off her bathrobe. "Your back is very
sexy," he said. He slowly walked up to her, circling her once. "You're very voluptuous, like a fruit that's
forever ripe, everything about you is at its best," he whispered, pressing his hand against her rounded buttocks
.

Zhao Ying's body trembled involuntarily. She didn't know why
she had become like this, so sensitive that even a casual touch from a man would elicit a reaction. Even a casual, affectionate touch could make her skin heat up,
her nipples erect, and her labia engorged. She looked down at her mature body. In a daze, she sensed the difference between being overweight and
voluptuous .

She began to believe that she was simply voluptuous. She saw her fair breasts drooping slightly, like
white melons ripened by the summer sun, with a sweet appearance. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, connecting to the curve
below , rounded yet soft and elastic. She turned to the side, looking at her buttocks, full
and rounded without sagging, with two small dimples where they connected to her waist.

"Don't you think you're beautiful?" he asked, his fingers sliding down her hip. "No,"
she replied, not feeling dishonest.

"You're very beautiful." His hands then caressed her shoulders. "Your shoulders are so full, and your neck
is so long. I feel every part of your body is like a fruit."

"I'm old." "

Yes, you are old, like a fruit in its late stages of ripening. Do you know what that means?"

"What?"

"Everything is rich and intense."

"Everything is rich and intense." She repeated softly, reaching out to touch her body. How
strange , she thought, she was almost forty, and only now did she understand what kind of woman she was, only now did she feel
the beauty of being a woman.

Master Wang chanted incantations, and the cup in his hand swayed in the air, then filled with a brownish-
red liquid. He took a deep breath and forcefully sprayed it down to her lower abdomen, like spraying pesticide on a fruit tree.

Then he asked: Do you need my internal energy? If you feel a little uncomfortable, I won't
force you . When I perform a consecration ceremony, which can also be called "enlightenment," it generally involves guiding spiritual energy and divine power to bestow
blessings upon the person. Of course, some consecration methods are rather unconventional, but those who are sincere
will accept them.

"Master, I believe you," Zhao Ying murmured, as if hypnotized, her voice muffled as if in a dream. He
stood before her, watching her close her eyes. He quickly took a black cloth from his pocket and blindfolded her.
He wanted her to see nothing, know nothing, and think nothing; she would only be a lustful,
crazed harlot waiting to be satisfied.

He was confident he could do it; women who had undergone this process were hard to resist. He understood them; he would make
her unable to bear it for long. He had Zhao Ying lie on his ritual bed and began to caress her with his mink-gloved hands
, starting with her feet, wanting to arouse her. Then, he continued to caress her ankles, calves,
knees , and thighs. The mink fur rubbed against her smooth skin, sending a tingling sensation through her body, while an
indescribable pleasure coursed through her erect nipples and trembling labia.

Her head moved slightly; he knew she must be wide-eyed, trying to see through the black cloth, trying to see
everything clearly. He quickly placed his hand on her vulva to satisfy her urgent need. Her labia, seemingly ripe
and rosy were swollen, fully exposed before him. He stroked her
clitoris with his gloved fingers, then inserted them into her vagina, stimulating her again and again until she moved involuntarily.

Her vaginal fluid clung to the mink fur, glistening and sweet like dew… He continued to tease her.
It made her feel like she was on fire. Every inch of her skin, her clitoris, her labia, her wide
vagina, yearned for a more intense thrust… She was completely naked, her eyes blindfolded, her fair skin flushed red with
desire . She arched her buttocks, waiting, yearning for his hands.

With each sway of her body, her breasts tempted him, the two rosy nipples hard. He
longed to take them in his mouth and suckle them. He felt his own erection grow even harder. One hand
remained on her vulva, while the other moved to her breasts. He stroked her breasts with the soft fur of his mink, and her
body seemed to soften, her desire growing stronger.

Her clitoris could no longer withstand even the slightest stimulation; her body convulsed involuntarily, honey-
like fluid gushing out, wetting his mink gloves. She moaned softly, and he knew she
couldn't take it anymore . He hadn't expected her to reach orgasm so quickly, and he happily removed his fur gloves.

She waited, waiting for the moment her desire would erupt. She lingered on the edge of pleasure, a burning passion surging
through her, making her mind flutter. She felt his fingers probe into the pink folds of her vulva. His fingers,
now free of mink gloves, were rough and cold. His touch felt like burning ice, sending a
fiery, frenzied sensation through her.

A pungent smell filled her nostrils; she vaguely recognized it as
the scent . This was a drug developed by Yangming, designed to stimulate the body and enhance libido. It couldn't be abused;
even a small amount was enough to overwhelm and cause loss of control. But he applied it thickly, layer after layer,
rubbing into her delicate labia and vaginal opening.

Her labia engorged, trembling, her body seemingly melting from the intoxicating heat. She swelled,
as if about to burst, her most intimate parts expanding and throbbing violently. As his fingers moved,
the whole world seemed to shrink. A raging torrent of desire devoured her genitals; she became frenzied, restless,
numbed by the intoxicating pleasure, leaving her utterly disoriented.

She felt his fingers probing her clitoris, making it swell and boil, a place
previously immersed in a cool, surging current, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Her clitoris and labia stiffened and became engorged
, her vulva moist, greedily and fervently yearning to both rape and be raped.

She arched her hips, trying to grasp his fingers, to insert them into her body, to soothe the
restless cavern, which craved powerful pressure, more intense stimulation. She wanted to release
her pent-up lust, to untie the knots of desire that bound her. But his fingers wandered away, seeking
another, tighter entrance.

He possessed her completely, opening her up entirely to him. He explored her body, arousing her burning
desire. He thrust and poked fiercely into her depths, then withdrew, leaving the lingering fire of lust to scorch
her. She writhed wildly, pleasure and despair churning within her. Desperately, she tried to grasp
back at that trembling touch.

A fire burned between her legs, thirstily and painfully anticipating that hard, powerful
thing , craving rapid, frenzied, intense stimulation.

She felt his tongue gently move towards her slippery labia, so very lightly, barely touching
her, which made it even more unbearable. She moaned, desperately hoping the rough, wild thing would deliver her
pleasure, release her desire, but his touch was so hesitant, so gentle.

Yangming gently pushed his body closer to her buttocks with his elbow, searching for that enchanting orifice. He slid in
easily , the taut muscles inside her vagina causing a slight resistance, but this didn't hinder his penetration. He
held her shoulder with one hand and pressed the other against her abdomen, immobilizing her.

Zhao Ying's entire body relaxed, and the pain of her suppressed desire lessened slightly; her
body swelled slightly. She gently twisted, trying to make herself more comfortable, feeling his living
little thing swell inside her, growing larger and harder, colliding with the tight walls of her vagina.
Involuntarily, she tensed her waist and abdomen, tentatively wrapping around his penis.

He skillfully coordinated with her every breath and movement. Zhao Ying felt a tremor
run through her entire body, so subtle yet so pervasive that she didn't even notice
it . His lips pressed against hers, biting her lip hard, almost drawing blood, as she desperately tried to suppress her
surging desire.

His penis was hard and swollen to its maximum extent. He thrust in forcefully, and Zhao Ying's alluring
cave seemed to shrink, unable to accommodate such a large member. Primal desire burned through her body, the intense
heat of lust making her unable to control herself, as if she were about to explode. Pleasure unexpectedly took control of her; desire
surged through her veins, her muscles tensed and clenched, and the aroused passion
crashed , making her whole body engorged with blood.

For a brief moment, she tried to grasp the seemingly aloof and detached facade she used to conceal herself,
but the clamorous lust and fervent impulse forced her to reveal her true self, her primal self. She was submerged
in the surging torrent of desire, her mind reeling, unable to control herself. She finally screamed, as if desperately trying
to break free from the temptation of lust. However, in her extreme frenzy and excitement, she lost herself. A jolt of electricity ran through
her body, as if she were about to explode. She rushed towards him recklessly, yearning to envelop his hard
member.

Zhao Ying's hips heaved, her vagina sucking at him like a baby, wildly and fiercely.
He tried his best to ignore the stimulation, but he couldn't control himself.
His penis, buried deep inside her, was engorged and swollen, the pent-up desire about to burst forth. A blissful, intoxicating pleasure coursed through her
body. Every cell in her body felt as if it had been ironed, extremely comfortable and blissful. The burning desire
overwhelmed her, pushing her to the peak of pleasure. Helplessly, she swayed with the flow of desire, savoring the
pleasurable feeling.

She didn't know how much time had passed before Yangming finally removed the black cloth from her eyes. Zhao Ying's cheeks were flushed, her eyes
gleaming with the joy of victory. She looked at him teasingly: "All done?" This simple word expressed her relaxed and happy mood
at that moment .

"All done," he said with a sigh of relief. But there was a clear mockery in his tone, which surprised her.
She began to dress, and when her fingers accidentally touched her skin, she felt a sudden, unfamiliar sensation.

After putting on her new clothes and finishing, she was quite satisfied with herself in the mirror: she retained
her elegance while adding vitality. "I should go," she said, and he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'll see you off."

[To be continued]

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