【The Young Women of the Central Bank】(Continued) (2.4) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word Count: 4206

Chapter Two: A Woman Dresses for Her Beloved 4. A

woman like Zhao Ying, once her long-dormant sexual desire is aroused, is like dry tinder and a raging fire,
difficult to extinguish. It's hard to say what her purpose is; she's simply trying to alleviate the extreme boredom of her days. When her empty vagina
is filled with a large, rhythmically trembling penis, she feels quite satisfied. She knows this man doesn't
truly love her, it's just a fling, so she has no further reservations.

Zhao Ying's sexual desire is like a floodgate opened. Under Zhong Ming's persistent entreaties and demands, they
seize almost every opportunity to make love. Whenever Zhao Lu isn't home, their house becomes their paradise of pleasure. She
lets Zhong Ming do whatever he wants to her, and she herself thoroughly enjoys the thrill and satisfaction of this clandestine indulgence.

Imagine a woman in her forties, her vaginal muscles, full of vaginal fluid, constantly squeezing a man's large, erect penis.
His genitals arouse her, giving her an intense, blissful experience. Aroused by her brother-in-law's teasing, she
still remembered his tender and passionate kisses. He made her feel like a real woman and aroused
desires that most men couldn't achieve.

Zhao Ying lay in the spacious bathtub with her eyes closed; they had just had another wild time. "If I keep
my eyes closed, I think I'll slowly come to like you," she said softly to Zhong Ming, who had entered the bathroom.

"It always makes me happy when a woman says she likes me," Zhong Ming said eloquently.

"Looks like I'll have to plug my ears," Zhao Ying said, bending down to carefully kiss her lips.
She responded perfectly. The kiss was hot and sensual, a meaningful kiss.

Zhao Ying wrapped her wet arms around his neck and pulled him sharply. He tumbled into the bathtub, splashing
water everywhere. He cursed and struggled, while Zhao Ying laughed gleefully beside him.
The stimulation stirred a new current within her, and she couldn't help but moan. He finally escaped his predicament, looking
down at her, and pounced on her.

A torrent of water and foam gushed out. Zhao Ying's naked body was now fully exposed. He turned her around and embraced her from
behind . Zhao Ying's plump buttocks arched back, immediately touching his hardened penis. His
glans was wet and covered in foam, unknowingly pressing against her soft, swollen, and juicy petals,
thrusting in and out, throbbing violently with a mixture of moisture and lust.

Then he sat down, making her sit facing him on top of him, surrounded by water, making it
difficult for Zhao Ying to move. "We have to declare a truce," he said. "It's time to deliver to your sister again." "

Then I can't drain you dry today, lest you can't deliver and my sister becomes suspicious," she said
, seemingly serious. She rubbed her buttocks against him more vigorously, while gently stroking his chest with her hand.

"You're a terrible woman," he joked, further thrusting his hard penis. Then
came a series of powerful, rapid thrusts, her soft vagina bubbling and sputtering,
completely bathed in warm, molten semen. They lay in the bathtub, their bodies burning.

His penis then slid limply out of her, lying wet and sticky
against her inner thighs. Zhao Ying then returned to her room naked, Zhong Ming following her, his hands
groping her fair body. Zhao Ying said, "You should go out quickly, my sister will be back soon."

"She doesn't come back until after midnight," he said, still fondling her breasts. Just then,
there was a noise outside the door. Zhong Ming rushed out to open it. Seeing herself completely naked, Zhao Ying quickly slipped onto
the bed , covering herself with the sheet.

"Why did you all leave so early?" Zhongming's voice came from outside. Zhao Lu said, "You rascal, don't you
know what day it is?"

"Of course I remember. Didn't I come back early this morning? I'm conserving my energy, just wait and see."

"No, don't let Zhao Ying see." There seemed to be some noise, and Zhao Lu said hurriedly.

"She went to bed early."

Zhao Ying lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep. She didn't move at all, but her mind was like boiling water
, and her body felt like it was being electrocuted, with waves of tingling numbness. Thinking of the man with the wicked smile on his lips,
a magical warm current flowed through her body again and again, and her thighs trembled miraculously.

Because she went to bed late last night, Zhao Ying didn't get up until almost noon. When she got to the living room, she was shocked. Zhao Lu
was disheveled and curled up on the sofa drinking. A bottle of red wine on the table was half empty. "Why are you drinking in broad daylight
?" Zhao Ying asked cautiously. Zhao Lu replied irrelevantly, "Your brother-in-law has another woman."

Zhao Ying's heart skipped a beat, but she said, "You're being paranoid."

"He's my husband, he can't hide anything from me. I can tell whether he's a soft or hard man just by testing him." She was already flushed from
drinking , and Zhao Ying, who hadn't been drinking, was also flushed.

"If he does anything to betray me, I will never let him get away with it," Zhao Lu said through gritted teeth. Zhao Ying listened
with a pounding heart, and she picked up a glass and poured herself a drink.

"When I first married him, he was just a small shop assistant in a jewelry store. I valued his quick thinking and efficiency
, and I persuaded him to start his own business. Back then, he was penniless, and even his house was rented.
If it weren't me, he wouldn't have the good life he has today." Zhao Ying was relieved that drinking hadn't made her feel bad; she even seemed
somewhat relaxed.

"Sister, you're really capable," Zhao Ying said. "It's not just that..." She took a deep breath,
took a sip of wine , and spoke slowly and hesitantly. "Little sister, it's not that I'm capable. I'm just grateful to Mom and Dad for giving us
this face and this body. Back then, even though I was already married, men around here were still
swarming around you like flies." She felt the analogy was a bit inappropriate and gave a bitter smile.

She picked up her glass, swirled it at Zhao Ying, and gulped it down in one go. Zhao Ying poured her another glass, and she continued, "Those
days were really tough. I rented a tiny counter in a shopping mall, and all my monthly earnings went to rent. One
day I told Zhongming, 'Someone wants to sleep with me, and they'll give us a shop.' He gritted his teeth, his face turning purple, and said, 'Sleep with him,
it won't hurt us.' I asked him if it was true, and he said it was true."

She raised her glass again and gulped it down in one go. After finishing, she wiped
the wine dripping from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then smiled at Zhao Ying. "I really went. The night before, he lay in bed waiting for
me, not closing his eyes all night, watching the sky gradually lighten, his back soaked with sweat. I arrived at seven or eight in the morning."
She had just returned, swaying unsteadily, as if still drunk, her face pale with exhaustion. She entered the room, silently
kicking off her high heels, struggling to remove her cheongsam, then collapsed onto the bed, closing her eyes and remaining
motionless . He sat beside me, removing my bra, and seeing my nipples red and swollen, he covered his face
and wept. "

Sister, you've really suffered," Zhao Ying said sympathetically, clinking glasses with her. She didn't refuse,
nor did she utter a sound. After finishing her drink, she smacked her lips and gave her a bitter smile. "Back then, your brother-in-law was busy, but when he came home,
he would do the laundry and cook. He took care of all the housework so I wouldn't have to work too hard. He would sleep until the afternoon every day
and wouldn't have the heart to wake me up. Especially when I came back from outside looking haggard, he would be extra tender towards me."

"Two years later, we had our own shop and our own house. Your brother-in-law also got the agency rights for
a famous watch brand, and business boomed immediately." As she spoke, that
stiff, desolate smile reappeared on her face.

"What about that man?" Zhao Ying asked curiously. She said, "That man has another woman again, and we
broke up amicably. He's not a heartless person; he even gives me gifts during holidays. It's just that
I didn't let your brother-in-law know later."

"What I want to say is, it's not a big deal that your brother-in-law has another woman. Hong Kong is a world of temptations, and besides, men are all like
greedy cats. If you're going to play around, you don't have to hide it from me. Don't let things get complicated and break up the family; that
would be a huge loss." She looked at Zhao Ying and said. Zhao Ying saw the black tadpole-like
eyes and was so shocked that she almost jumped up.

Zhao Lu got up and went to the bathroom. Zhao Ying then noticed a
newspaper . She picked it up and saw that it was a gossip article about the wealthy businessman Lin Yingcheng, saying that another actress he was promoting had fallen into
someone else's arms. When Zhao Lu returned, she saw Zhao Ying holding a newspaper. Zhao Ying pointed at the gray-haired man and said, "I
've been with him for two years."

"Sister, you still care about him?" Zhao Ying asked, smiling bitterly. "How about I introduce him to you?"
As Zhao Ying gazed at the face before her, so strikingly similar to her own, she wondered if the two sisters were of one mind,
if her thoughts were somehow shared by Zhao Lu.

"Don't be shy. At this age, there's no harm in dating," Zhao Lu said. Zhao Ying
reached for the empty wine bottle.

Zhao Lu, always decisive, quickly told her sister, "I called him, and he invited
us for tea." Zhao Ying felt a little dizzy upon hearing this. But she said, "You're amazing! I
haven't even thought about it yet!"

Zhao Lu, unconcerned about her decision, dragged her to a beauty salon, where they got their hair done, had a facial, and spent several
hours getting ready. Back home, they didn't even bother with dinner, immediately trying on clothes one by one in their room. Zhongming
was completely bewildered . He secretly asked Zhao Ying, "Where are you going?"

"To Macau across the sea," Zhao Ying replied, repeating what she and her sister had agreed upon. Zhongming, still somewhat skeptical,
secretly passed by the room. He peeked inside and saw Zhao Lu standing motionless in front of the mirror. One leg was straight
while the other was bent, half of her buttocks provocatively sticking forward. Her black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders as she posed for herself in front of the mirror
.

She wore a pale yellow dress, the thin straps digging deep into her shoulders, revealing half of her breasts
. Her breasts stood out prominently under the tight dress, her nipples clearly visible. She casually draped a sheer,
openwork sweater over her shoulders, placed her hands on her hips, and twirled around.

"Are you done?" Zhao Ying came out of her room, wearing a dark gray plaid skirt with
subtle crimson folds that shimmered with light as she moved, making her legs even more alluring. She
wore a finely crafted white blouse with the collar turned up, exuding an elegant yet playful charm.

"Ready," Zhao Lu also came out. The difference between the sisters was striking when they stood together: the elder sister
was plump and wealthy, while the younger sister appeared delicate and charming. Zhong Ming looked almost unreal, like
a romantic encounter from a daydream.

The two laughed and chatted as they left their house and went to a coffee shop at the street corner. They chose a window seat and ordered
two milk teas. Zhao Ying glanced anxiously at her watch, while Zhao Lu said calmly, "Given her status, it's difficult to even meet
her . It's not something you can just do whenever you want. This is already giving her plenty of face." Just then, a gleaming
black sedan pulled up on the street outside the window.

Zhao Lu pulled her sister away, and a driver in a black suit and white gloves opened the car door for them. The sisters
sat in the spacious back seat before the driver got in and drove off. "So fancy, no one even came," Zhao Ying
muttered quietly. Zhao Lu nudged her waist, "Don't talk nonsense."

They were taken to a business building, where someone was already waiting in the lobby, leading them to
the top floor via elevator. They ascended the stairs, nestled among flowers and trees, to a high-ceilinged entrance hall. Silver-painted wooden walls extended
to a suspended platform. At night, the shadows cast by the floor lamps seemed to float on the platform –
this was the famous Cloud Platform Flying Pavilion.

The interior was elegant and refined, with the occasional guzheng music playing, giving Zhao Ying a feeling of being in paradise. When
they entered, Lin Yingcheng was already waiting there, looking calm and smiling. Zhao Ying felt he
was very different from the last time she saw him; enveloped in an aura of success and wealth, Yingcheng seemed much more agreeable.

A beautifully patterned tea set was presented by a young lady in a cheongsam, its vibrant colors
dazzling . Just as the young lady was about to brew the tea, Ying Cheng stopped her, asking the Zhao sisters, "Which of you will do it?"

Zhao Ying sat down opposite him and began washing the cups and brewing the tea. Her slender, white hands were
delicate
and well-groomed, her nails neatly trimmed. She sat with her legs together, the slit in her skirt revealing her ivory-colored legs. Ying Cheng was completely mesmerized. "Your name is Zhao Ying. We've met before," Zhao Ying said, offering only
a gentle smile .

"When I saw her that day, I had a feeling of déjà vu. Xiao Lu, you know what I mean," Zhao Lu said, her face
beaming with a smile, but inwardly she thought: "You old lecher!" But the thought of her sister getting involved with this incredibly wealthy businessman, and the prospect
of a hefty reward, filled her with a sweet satisfaction. She held a cup of tea in both hands and presented it to him.
He smelled it before drinking it, and after a while, he opened his eyes and exclaimed repeatedly, "Good, good, good! The tea is good, and you are good too!"

[To be continued]

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