【The Young Women of the Central Bank】(Continued) (1.6-2.1) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word Count: 17846

Chapter 1: The Game of Thrones 6

Zhang Lishan showed an unusual enthusiasm for fitness, and now every afternoon after work, she would go to the Swan
Club . Min Jianxin knew this perfectly well, and was well aware of her little tricks.
For a woman like Zhang Lishan, who had seen countless men and had a particular fondness for young men, getting Li Wei into bed was as easy as pie.

During this time, the short, fat club manager called Jianxin, saying that Li Wei seemed to have recently become obsessed with President Zhang,
fawning over her in every way, and that he had warned him several times. Jianxin affirmed his words and, as he wished,
transferred his daughter to his office. In the central bank, Jianxin's office was just a wall away from Zhang Lishan's,
and even the slightest movement there wouldn't escape his keen senses.

With more than an hour left before the end of the workday, Zhang Lishan couldn't sit still. She flipped through her calendar and
found an important appointment for the evening; she picked up the phone and called Jianxin over. Jianxin knocked and went in. He saw
Zhang Lishan sitting behind her desk. She put down the files she was holding, and instead of a mirror, she held a mirror. Jianxin
teased, "If you want to look in the mirror, just look. Why bother with files and pretending?"

She ignored him. Actually, her face was as smooth as a peeled egg, with no wrinkles around her eyes.
"You'll represent me at President Lai's banquet. Remember, don't say anything, just push everything onto me," she
said to Jianxin, who was sitting opposite her. Jianxin cautiously replied, "I'm afraid it's not about pushing things away, but about using your influence to
get rid of those meddlesome people from the design bureau."

"Let him do it himself. Just say I have more important things to do and I'm with Lao He," she said impatiently,
blurting out things she shouldn't have. Such vulgar language didn't sound like it came from her mouth at all; it was more like
the words of a shrew from the marketplace. Jianxin nodded helplessly. She then said, "Put my new workout clothes in my car," and went into
the restroom.

I'm possessed by a demon, it must be! Zhang Lishan finished touching up her makeup in front of the mirror, lost in thought. Her
face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with a spring-like allure. She seemed to see that handsome but somewhat blurry face, a tall
, bronze-colored, muscular, strong man's body, a beautiful, naked form. Before leaving, she took one last look at herself in the
mirror . She found herself quite beautiful, feeling an irresistible charm; no man could resist
the allure of her beauty.

When she came out, Jianxin was still there, only reminding her, "Don't take the elevator." She looked at him questioningly,
not understanding his meaning, but still walked down the stairs. In the parking lot, the security guard stared at her for
a moment, clearly lost in thought. She looked at herself in the mirror in the car. Her hair and makeup, even in this
crazy weather, looked unusually fresh.

She still found her makeup too heavy, the eyeshadow too strong, and her lips too red and bright—
she looked like a nightclub girl eager to offer herself. She took out a tissue and wiped her face, making it look
more natural. As she drove through the busy streets, she found herself in a remarkably cheerful mood.

Upon arriving at the Swan Club, the short, stout manager, Yu Xiaoshun, immediately greeted her. He led Zhang Lishan down a red-
carpeted aisle, reporting on the recent business situation, which Zhang Lishan listened to absentmindedly. Passing the gym
, Zhang Lishan glanced through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls; a few people were scattered across the exercise equipment like chess pieces,
some lying down, some sitting, clumsily but diligently performing the exercises.

Zhang Lishan entered her room, undressed, and walked naked to the wardrobe, admiring
her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts were high and firm, her belly slightly protruding, her curves beautiful. She pressed her palm against
her breasts , touching her nipples; they were hard and quickly hardened. She put on the
workout outfit she had carefully chosen.

The sexy black workout outfit had large openings in the back and front, barely covering her breasts and just enough to hug
her ample buttocks. The narrow crotch of her pants just barely concealed her hidden, full breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra,
the silk fabric rubbing against her abdomen and thighs. When Zhang Lishan appeared in the gym, gracefully exuding an elegant sensuality she might not even be aware of, she knew she possessed an irresistible charm
for everyone present . The short, stout Old Yu had been watching Zhang Lishan from the moment she entered the gym , watching her perform a few simple preparatory exercises on the stationary bike before starting to . A moment later, Li Wei approached her, his hands gripping her waist, forcing her to straighten up. Zhang Lishan turned and gave him a seductive smile. As Li Wei left, he slapped her buttocks. Zhang Lishan wasn't offended by his lewd teasing; she continued swinging her two snow-white thighs on the pedals, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her hair disheveled. Old Yu felt thirsty; he found a bottle of mineral water and drank it while his eyes remained glued to the screen. Zhang Lishan worked out on the stationary bike for about twenty minutes, then went to the multi-functional weightlifting machine. She lay flat on the recliner, legs outstretched, back straight. Effortlessly, she repeatedly lifted a weight bar overhead. The short, stout manager's gaze lingered on her body, sometimes on her chest, sometimes on her thighs. Li Wei then went over and had Zhang Lishan sit up, holding a barbell and repeatedly performing several sets of pull-ups. He gave instructions, then sat behind her, his arms around her body to correct her movements. Li Wei's chest almost embraced her, her back pressed against him without any gap. Old Yu stared intently, his eyes wide. He felt like a lewd voyeur, only unable to control himself. This Li Wei was simply outrageous, completely ignoring his warnings. He felt it necessary to report this to Min Jianxin . Old Yu was furious. He dialed Jianxin's number, and while talking to him, he also looked at the screen. He saw Li Wei pressed tightly against Zhang Lishan's back, his chin resting on her shoulder, and his lips nibbling at her fair skin. "You're teasing me so much I don't know what to do," Zhang Lishan giggled. "You're so alluring," he whispered sweetly in her ear, his warm breath flowing over the back of her neck. His other hand lifted her hair, and his mouth gently rested on her shoulder. She felt his teeth touch her skin , hard and deadly. Then his tongue lightly touched her, and just when she thought he was going to bite her, he released her hair.

He moved closer to her, enveloping the other half of her breasts. He brazenly squeezed those taut, elastic mounds of flesh,
his hips moving forward with the rhythmic movement of the barbell, pressing his erect penis against
her buttocks.

"Please, no! Someone will see," she gasped, but he ignored her pleas,
thrusting his penis against hers. "Keep going," he said, his sharp, piercing voice a lewd
threat .

"Please, not like that, not here," she cried out weakly, a
meow like a cat. At the same time, she moved her hips back, squeezing him even harder, her buttocks
splitting between his hard erection. She weakly placed the barbell on the rack, then turned back, complaining, "
Looks like today's training plan is ruined."

"Then hurry up!" he said, his eyes fixed on Zhang Lishan, the intoxicating scent of a mature woman and
her fair skin driving him wild. The two arrived at Zhang Lishan's room one after the other. As soon as they entered, Li Wei
swept over her like a whirlwind, pulling her into his arms. They kissed passionately,
panting .

He was much taller than her, his muscular physique and strong build captivating her. She stood facing him
, rubbing her sweat-drenched breasts against his bare chest, her lower abdomen pressing forward. Their
scent was spicy, salty with sweat, like the ocean, and as they embraced, Zhang Lishan was
surprised to find herself liking it.

Perhaps he felt the same way, but he didn't seem to care. His erect penis, tightly encased in his gym shorts
, pressed between them. They kissed passionately, breathing heavily, growing increasingly excited. Zhang Lishan wrapped her arms
around his hips. It was wonderful, strong and muscular. He licked her throat, and when she tilted her head back
to expose her throat more clearly, she could even feel her hair brushing against her back.

He then pulled the two shoulder straps of her workout clothes off her arms, lowered his face, and kissed her breasts.
His lips sucked on her nipples, his tongue squeezing the swollen, erect nipples, slowly and resolutely rolling
them. Zhang Lishan moaned, caught in a surge of intense sensual stimulation. His skillful tongue accurately aroused
her desire, and she felt a suppressed urge rising and surging within her.

He then shook his head, sucking on her nipples with relish. She panted and reached down to touch
his crotch. Inside the thin nylon workout pants, his erect penis throbbed. She struggled to pull his
tight pants down to his knees, stretching that small piece of nylon fabric into an obscene,
elastic bridge.

His hand reached her inner thigh, parting the fabric between her legs, revealing her
thick . "So horny, you got this wet so quickly," he said bluntly. Her legs
went weak, and she nodded, his fingers stirring her sticky, lustful fluid. "Let me see," he said, squatting down.

Li Wei's rudeness and unbridled behavior didn't anger Zhang Lishan; instead, it
aroused . She felt her labia tremble under his caresses, and when he brought his lips close to them, she
spread her legs wide. "Do you like it?" he said, sucking on her labia like a child.

Zhang Lishan was almost fainting. She didn't know how to answer him, only feeling his tongue
moving strangely on her labia, licking and twitching, like playfully imitating sucking on a popsicle. Zhang Lishan
stroked his short hair with both hands, enjoying this moment of pleasure to please him. He used two fingers to pry open
her labia, his middle finger searching for the protruding clitoris at the top.

She moaned, her voice rising and falling on him. Her clitoris trembled under his touch, the throbbing
foreshadowing even greater pleasure to come. Sure enough, his tongue licked the
clitoris, the size of a soybean. "Oh!" Her voice held the triumphant cheer; this brief but wonderful prelude had completely
conquered her.

"Come on, lie on the sofa, raise your butt a little higher," he coaxed her. Zhang Lishan obediently followed his
instructions. In her interactions with men, whether through her skills or her personal charm, she always managed to
take the lead. But he possessed some kind of magic, and Zhang Lishan was always in a submissive position.

His shorts lay discarded on the floor, his dark penis pointing directly at her, swaying in a friendly manner
. He gripped her buttocks with both hands, pulling aside one side of her panties in a gesture as
rough as his. When his penis brutally thrust into her buttocks, she felt the fabric, rubbed and rolled up,
stimulating her anus like a foreign tongue.

The thick, hard penis forcefully pushed into her vagina, her soft, moist labia gracefully
parting to make way for his hot, vibrant behemoth. Slammed by an overwhelming force, her
body involuntarily leaned forward; she felt dizzy and disoriented, only aware of a full, squeezing sensation.

He was fully inside her, the penetration deep, sweet, and complete, then pressed firmly against her interior. After
a long few seconds, he began to thrust—ah, how wonderful! It was as if her floating
body had found solid support, or perhaps her hungry emptiness had been filled. Her muscles tensed, and
she moaned softly with pleasure.

He thrust powerfully and rapidly, pounding and pressing against her open body, his hard, thick penis filling
her tight vagina. Then he withdrew, until she cried out in hunger, before he plunged back in.
His thrusts inside her were random, without rhythm or warning. He slid gently, sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, then thrusting forcefully, then becoming tender again, each movement
a different characteristic.

Her flesh and blood seemed to turn into water under his impact, rippling with his collisions, her
vagina contracting and sucking at him like a small mouth. This made him thrust even harder,
becoming increasingly greedy. Her orgasm arrived, trying to make both of them even happier. Her juicy vaginal muscles kept sucking
at his penis, squeezing until he ejaculated.

Even when his penis softened, he was reluctant to withdraw. Maintaining that position, she suppressed her
moans , trying to recall the afterglow of her recent orgasm, and as he breathed contentedly in her ear, she also
felt the deepest and greatest pleasure of being a woman.

A moment later, they went into the bathroom together. Li Wei turned on the shower and pulled her into the
warm water. He caressed her freely, and she rubbed against him. He
applied shower gel to her body with a sponge and then carefully showered her. Her hands held his limp penis, then
his soft, swollen, and ridiculously clumsy scrotum, playing with the soft scrotum.

After a while of playful banter, Li Wei said he had to go. She was glad he didn't want to stay; she didn't like
having a man around while she was putting on makeup. She didn't even like herself before makeup. So they went to the door.
He put on his clothes, and she leaned against the doorframe like a prostitute, still wet, her hair
disheveled , her face filled with an idiotic expression.

Chapter 1 Game of Thrones 7

Li Wei had just reached the elevator when Min Jianxin suddenly appeared from the side: "You had your fun, didn't you!" He was stunned,
his face showing the expression of someone seeing a ferocious demon. "Brother, listen to me!"

"You're trying to steal my food from the tiger's mouth, aren't you!" Jianxin gritted his teeth. Li Wei immediately knelt
on the ground and said, "Brother, Brother Min, I didn't mean it. It's just that that woman is too slutty and promiscuous.
I couldn't resist her seduction, so I did something I'm sorry for."

"Get up. A real man doesn't kneel on the ground like that." Jianxin said, leaning against a pillar.
Li Wei followed him and turned to the back. Jianxin's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word. Li Wei
felt uneasy . Jianxin grabbed his ear and asked, "What will you do now?"

"I won't dare to do it again, brother. I promise you!" He raised one hand. Jianxin grinned menacingly, "Will she come looking for
you again?" Li Wei hesitated, his face showing a mixture of wanting to and not daring to.

"Want to live in an apartment and drive a luxury car?" Seeing his blank expression, Jianxin continued, "My current status,
everything I have, is thanks to Boss Zhang. You should know, she's my bread and butter. Now that you've taken a bite out of my
cake, I'll let you off this time, but you have to listen to me. I guarantee you'll live a good
life ."

"Brother, what's up?" His eyes lit up, and his face returned to that honest, womanizing look.
Jianxin said, "I've served this woman for five years. I know what I want without her saying it.
You can't do that. You have to listen to me."

"Fine!" he shouted, "Brother, give the order, I'll go through fire and water for you!"

"Who wants your life? You'll have plenty of that indestructible thing between your legs." With that, Jianxin left.

When Jianxin entered the room, Lishan knew it was him without even turning her head. He was the only one who could freely enter and leave the room
. A moment later, a pale, regretful face appeared in her makeup mirror. "Feels good,
doesn't it?" he asked. She noticed a glint of light shooting from Jianxin's eyes, a light that usually
only appeared when he was particularly angry or excited. Today, she guessed it was from anger.

When Lishan first noticed that look in his eyes, she found it particularly amusing, sometimes deliberately arousing his lust
just to see that light, but later she gradually lost interest. Now, seeing that light, she
seemed to feel a desire within her, thinking it was a good game, and she might as well try it out.

"Unmarried men are more resilient; youth is wonderful," she said, fiddling with her
clothes She was wearing a deep red, off-the-shoulder dress, her shoulder-length curly hair loosely draped behind her head.

He stood opposite her, placing his hand on her bare shoulder and saying, "Your neck is covered in bruises from men's
kisses ." Lishan knew it was from Li Wei earlier; he had licked some saliva on his index finger and was wiping it there.
"Xiao Min, you're angry. I've never seen you angry before," Li Shan said, feeling
pity for Jian Xin as he gently stroked her.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," he said, trying to avoid her eyes. No matter how Jian Xin
tried to hide his disappointment, he never expected his eyes to betray him.

Just when she thought that no matter how promiscuous her private life was, and how frequently she changed men, Jian Xin had never acted like
this before, she presumptuously thought that this guy must have fallen in love with her. At this moment, an evil thought
flashed : since Jian Xin couldn't bear to part with her, why not let him be with Wei Zai?

The thought of being naked and having two men take turns penetrating her sent shivers down Li Shan's spine.
Even as Jian Xin drove her home, she was still excited by the strange fantasy she had just had.

A few days later, in the morning, Jian Xin drove Li Shan to work. On the way, Li Shan suddenly asked, "Doesn't Wei Zai live
nearby?" "Yes, he rents a place," Jian Xin replied casually.

"I want to go see," Lishan said. Jianxin glanced at her suspiciously, a lewd
smile playing at the corners of her eyes. "I'll just call him out. His place is a mess; it's not a place for you," Lishan said, sensing
his displeasure and helplessness.

At her insistence, Jianxin drove into a narrow alley and
stopped in a slightly wider spot. He pointed to a bungalow ahead and said, "That's his house. Do you want me to go in with you?"

"No need, you wait here," Lishan said, swaying as she walked forward. Lishan often did
things on a whim, but this time Jianxin knew exactly what was going on. He thought to himself, "This woman's probably horny again
.

" Lishan's sudden appearance surprised Liwei. He often seemed clumsy and
speechless . Lishan raised an eyebrow, smugly pleased with her unexpected arrival. Without asking a question, she went
straight into the house. It was a mess, with barely any room to move. An empty beer bottle sat on the only chair,
a lunchbox was half-open with rice, and a beer bottle lay overturned, some liquid seeping out and
wetting the chair.

Lishan smiled faintly. Her slender fingers unbuttoned her shirt, then her bra .
Her breasts, no longer restrained, stood erect, not particularly large, but firm and elastic, the
nipples slightly parted, as if embracing something. Li Wei, breathing heavily, moved towards her.

His mind was a jumbled, buzzing noise. Lishan kicked off her skirt, which had fallen to the floor, and
Li Wei pulled her tightly into his arms. His lips met hers. Lishan
leaned closer. A soft gurgling sound came from his throat. "Like a dream," he
said, looking down into her eyes.

Lizanne's hands slipped inside her loose t-shirt, warmly pressing against his smooth, firm skin.
He pressed against her groin, and Lizanne felt his erection. He trembled slightly,
kissing her Adam's apple. Lizanne flinched, her nails lightly tracing the front of his trousers. He breathed heavily, and she
pulled down his trousers.

They rolled onto the messy mattress, strewn with jumbled items. He licked her lower abdomen,
then propped himself up and smoothly penetrated her wet vagina between her legs. His erect penis was large and thick,
incredibly pleasurable. The moment his thick penis pierced her, every part of Lizanne's body was instantly submerged in
an ocean of intense excitement and pleasure.

He thrust in and out like a champagne bottle being opened, and she responded with each thrust,
trying to push it deeper. To avoid crushing her with his heavy body, he braced himself on the mattress,
preventing his weight from pressing down on her. Only his penis, connecting their bodies, thrust vigorously, and Lishan
felt a euphoric power.

Outside the house, Jianxin paced anxiously. He knew a passionate
drama was unfolding inside, but he had no intention of peeping. He had long witnessed Lishan's insatiable lust for men, but
the heavy made him involuntarily press his head against the door.

Lishan's voice was long and drawn out, carrying a long-suppressed release, a passionate and unrestrained allure.
It was enough to make one blush, heart race, and blood boil. Jianxin wanted to leave, but inexplicably, he remained rooted to the spot. Later, he
went around to the back of the house and saw an abandoned chair under the skylight. The chair seemed perfectly positioned,
as if specifically for peeping. He climbed onto the chair, stood on tiptoe, and peered through the open window.

What drew his gaze was the unprecedented scene. He didn't consider himself a voyeur, but at this moment,
he couldn't but stand there watching and observing, completely mesmerized, eager to know what would happen next.
Li Wei easily lifted her up, his thick penis still firmly inserted
in her vagina. Li Shan's legs swayed and wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck.

His head was pressed against her chest, his lips sucking on her breasts. In an instant, Jianxin felt as if he were on fire
, burning hot, like a purgatory. His hands involuntarily stroked the
bulge and pressed his penis tightly. How lucky Wei was. He couldn't help but pant heavily.

It must have been his panting that was too loud. The two people in the room stopped abruptly and both
looked out the open window. Jianxin quickly ducked his head back. Seemingly aware of their presence, Lishan said, "There's someone at
the window !"

"Who cares who it is?" Li Wei didn't stop, thrusting his penis upwards with his buttocks raised,
panting heavily as he teased, "If it's a man, let him join in!"

"You're so naughty!" Lishan punched him repeatedly, then groaned under his vigorous thrusting.
Jianxin, unable to bear it any longer, pushed open the door and glared angrily at the couple immersed in their ecstasy.
Li Wei stopped thrusting inside Lishan and tightly embraced her with his strong arms.

Jianxin and Li Wei's eyes met, seemingly with some hostility. "Please, both of you, hold me and do me!"
Lishan, who was clinging to Li Wei's neck and on top of him, noticed something and cried out loudly. When Jianxin stumbled
in, she was being passionately engaged with Li Wei, her desire extinguished midway, causing her to scream in desperation.

Before Jianxin lay her full breasts, exposed beneath her shirt, and her bare, snow-white thighs. He
took Lishan from Liwei and placed her on the bed, then kissed her nipples, which quickly hardened with her
moans. He stepped back and removed his own clothes, only to find Liwei had taken
his place.

He kissed her smooth abdomen while gently rubbing her vulva with his hands, occasionally
pressing her clitoris with his fingertips. Lishan was almost completely lost in a frenzy, and her juices, like morning dew, covered
his hands and between his fingers. Liwei lowered his head and knelt between her legs. Lishan's vulva,
engorged with blood like a rooster's comb, swelled outwards.

Jianxin felt a strange, different kind of stimulation. His penis, now erect, was already hard. Lishan
had taken the initiative , first rubbing his glans with her palms, a light but slightly squeezing and kneading motion.
A jolt of electricity shot from his glans up his abdomen to his heart, causing him to
involuntarily groan with excitement. She

was simultaneously stimulating Jianxin and receiving Li Wei's assault. She spread her legs wide
to facilitate Li Wei's attacks, the two stimuli alternating and transforming, making her even more
passionate. The mattress was already soaked with her juices. Li Wei skillfully sucked on her clitoris; even
Jianxin was impressed by his technique in pleasing women, instantly sending Lishan soaring to ecstasy.

He first sucked on her clitoris, then rapidly thrust his tongue between her labia.
Lishan was almost powerless to resist this assault; like an electric current, wave after wave of heat traveled from my clitoris
to her thighs, then quickly up her back, impacting her brain.

Lishan was almost unconscious. She gasped for breath, her legs arching from the excessive stimulation
. Her whole body trembled, and she moaned uncontrollably. It felt so good, so incredibly good. The two men
looked at each other , like polite refusals at a dinner table, "You go first, you go first, come on." Lishan propped
herself up on her elbows on the bed, her face showing impatience and displeasure.

Li Wei lifted her legs and thrust his hard penis inside her. Lishan's vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids
after his oral stimulation, and even with his large, powerful penis,
it slid in easily. At the moment of penetration, she almost sang with joy; it was simply too wonderful.

The muscles inside her vagina gripped his swollen glans tightly, the protruding ridges stimulating the inner walls as it slid in,
like a hot, hard penis penetrating her uterus. When it touched a certain spot inside,
the emptiness she had felt was instantly replaced by a feeling of fullness. She cried out loudly.

Jianxin pulled down his pants and knelt on the bed, holding his penis in his hand and placing it in front of Lishan's face. She
opened her lips wide and took it in. Watching him comfortably squint his eyes and inhale deeply, Li Wei didn't forget to...
He thrust forcefully, hoisting Lishan's legs onto his shoulders, standing below the bed and waving his penis up and down
.

After a climax, Lishan broke free from Liwei and rolled onto her stomach. Jianxin, understanding her intent, thrust into her
again, her vagina experiencing another intense impact. But unlike last time, Jianxin wasn't as
fierce as Liwei. Like a gentle breeze, his thrusts were slow but more skillful. He only lightly
rubbed against her vagina, occasionally penetrating deeply, plunging all the way inside.

Enjoying the different styles of thrusting from the two men, Lishan became hysterically frenzied. She arched her
round buttocks, swaying up and down, muttering to herself, her hair cascading down,
her two perky breasts bouncing, her whole body trembling. Jianxin seemed even more powerful than usual, his fierce thrusts turning
Lishan's moans into screams.

The sounds ignited Jianxin's fiery desire. He gripped her shoulders tightly and shook her violently.
Her parched mouth emitted frantic cries, echoing the swaying bed. Their intertwined bodies
writhed . Li Wei gleefully admired this vivid erotic scene, his desire slowly rising, his body
undergoing rapid, intense arousal, a burning thirst within him.

Another series of orgasms, like ocean waves, surged and assaulted him one after another. By this time,
they had changed positions, like a human pyramid. Li Wei sat on the bed, his arms around Lishan's waist, while Lishan
, on top, controlled the rhythm and direction of the pleasure, sometimes raising her buttocks high, sometimes pressing
her body .

Jianxin stood up, his penis, still wet with lustful fluid, still hard. Lishan
licked the edge of his glans with her tongue, knowing it was a man's most sensitive spot. Sure enough, after a while, Jianxin's buttocks began
to contract , his back straightening, his entire body like a drawn bow. Then she took the entire penis into her mouth,
gently sucking on it, and playing with his scrotum with her hand.

In no time, Jianxin was completely overwhelmed, ejaculating into her mouth. Amidst his rapid and heavy breathing
, Liwei also erupted. The two men, each spraying their passion with abandon, left Lishan
overwhelmed. She seemed to have choked on the semen; after a few coughs, she burst into high-pitched screams.

Chapter 1 Game of Thrones 8

Min Jianxin had just parked his car when he saw Liwei, dressed smartly, sitting by the window of the coffee shop, leisurely
smoking. He walked in, and Liwei waved to him from afar. Before he even sat down, Liwei took an
envelope from his purse and tossed it to him. "I'm saying, you really need to watch yourself," he said.

Liwei eagerly opened the envelope, his fingers weighing the amount of money inside, making it impossible to hear what he said.
"What?" he asked. Jianxin said fiercely, "If you keep gambling like this, go back to your stinky, shabby rented room!"

"Brother, I won't gamble anymore. Lao Yu is your friend. He called me when
he was short one player for mahjong, and I felt bad refusing," he said. Seeing his self-righteous face, Jianxin felt a surge of anger: "Why
didn't he call you before? Can you even fit into his circle?"

"Brother, I know," Wei Zai said, picking up his glass. Jianxin noticed his wrist was empty: "
Where's the watch that Boss Zhang gave you?" Wei Zai's face flushed: "I left it with Lao Yu. I'll go get it later."

"You gambled it away, didn't you? Do you know how much that watch is worth?" Jianxin's face turned pale with anger as he
shouted . Li Wei patted the envelope: "I'll go get it back later." Jianxin pointed at his nose: "You! You're
hopeless!"

"How can I compare to you, brother? You live in a luxury apartment, drive a luxury car, and are married to a civil servant
. But I've given more than ten times more than you, and I've gotten nothing." Li Wei said sarcastically,
his words revealing his dissatisfaction. He took out a cigarette, and just as he put it in his mouth, Jianxin lit it and handed it to him.

"Take your time, Wei-zai. I don't think President Zhang will treat you unfairly." He said kindly, but a
sinister glint flashed in his eyes, thinking to himself: You little brat, now that Lishan favors you, you dare to challenge me.

"I wonder when that will be." He said, folding his hands behind his head and straightening up. Jianxin
chuckled , knowing that Lishan was becoming increasingly dependent on him. "Wei-zai, you have to learn patience in this world. Your brother went
through the same thing over the years, but you're much better off than I was back then." With that, he pulled out a banknote, placed it on the table, grabbed his purse ,
and left.

Actually, Lishan had treated Li Wei quite well in the past six months. She arranged accommodation for him, gave him many expensive
gifts , and frequently gave him pocket money. However, he was a disappointment, spending most of his free time at the mahjong table.
He always lost more than he won, and coupled with his extravagant spending, he was always sometimes rich and sometimes poor, never truly content.

Before Jianxin even left the coffee shop, Li Wei had already picked up the phone to call people. "Hey, what's up?" "Let's go to Old Yu's place
." A woman's voice, still half-asleep, came through the phone. "What's wrong with you so early in the morning!

Hehe, at your age, how can you still be sleeping until noon? Get up quickly, we're going to Old Yu's to collect debts
!" The other person immediately retorted, "You think I'm too old? You didn't mind when you borrowed money. What's wrong?
Did you find a gold ingot on the street or smash an ATM and become rich overnight?!

" Li Wei spat repeatedly, but unconsciously laughed and said, "Let me tell you,
I struck gold." The other person was laughing so hard they were practically drunk. Li Wei laughed even harder, clicking his tongue in amazement,
" My God, I lost so stupidly.

" "Yeah, yeah," the other person lamented. "Are you really scared?" Li Wei asked provocatively. "I am scared, I
'm afraid you'll run out of money and ask to borrow again. I really don't believe they're that lucky, is it some kind of curse? Maybe they're using witchcraft.
" Li Wei muttered. "

If you want to fight, I won't call them, you go and call them." The other person finally relented. People who play mahjong are the least persuasive
; in fact, she had been itching to play since hearing about it, and her verbal refusal was just a formality.
Li Wei made a few more phone calls, then hurriedly left the coffee shop, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to the Swan Club.

The mahjong game lasted from morning until after 10 pm. Suddenly, Li Wei felt nauseous. He frowned
and got up to go to the restroom. The others at the table were counting their winnings. Li Wei
gagged a few times in the sink, feeling like he was going to vomit everything in his stomach.

He scooped up some water and splashed it on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. He
was shocked . His eyes were dark-circled, his face was sallow, and he looked like a ghost. Just then, his phone rang. Jianxin answered coldly...
"Where are you?" Jianxin asked.

"At the Swan Club, chatting with some people," Li Wei lied. Jianxin said, "Come outside and wait,
I'll be right there." Without allowing any argument, Jianxin hung up the phone. It seemed there was no hope of making a comeback tonight, so Li Wei had to
lie to them that he had something urgent to attend to, settled the bill, and left.

Zhang Lishan had just finished a social event, during which she had drunk some alcohol, and was now lying on
the back seat of the car, her eyes glazed over. "Ms. Zhang, you were radiant tonight." "Really!" Hearing Jianxin say this, Lishan sat up from
the back seat . The top button of her shirt was undone, revealing not only one shoulder but also half
of her breast.

"I think Wang Xing is quite interested in you, he's always hanging around you," Jianxin said. A group of
people from the provincial bank had come tonight, and Lishan had hosted a banquet for them.

"He's old and ugly, who would want him?" she said, but being stared at by men with lustful eyes was still
easy to arouse her desire.

"No man can resist your charm, Mr. Zhang. How about I arrange it, call Wei out, and
we'll have some fun together?" Jianxin flattered her.

"Great! Let's go to the lakeside villa and party all night long. Let's see how you guys make me happy."
Lishan was intrigued. Jianxin immediately made a call. After he finished, Lishan said warily,
"We can't let Wei know this villa is mine, it's just someone else's."

"Don't worry, sis, I understand." Jianxin stepped on the gas, and the car sped off. Right
at the entrance of the Regent Hotel, Li Wei could be seen looking around in the distance, his tall figure appearing clumsy in the flickering lights
. Jianxin parked the car next to him, and Li Wei crouched down and got in from the other side of the car, plopping down
next to Lishan.

Li Wei leaned close to her, his mouth darting towards her face, trying to kiss her. Lishan pushed him away. "
Go away . "At the club," Li Wei replied. His eyes
darted over her, noticing her legs in black stockings beneath her short skirt, and he tugged at them.

"Where are we going?" Li Wei asked as the car drove out of the suburbs and up a winding mountain road, the surroundings
pitch black . "Wei-zai, you can't just hang around at the club all day. You should find something serious to do," Li Shan said. Jian
Xin immediately chimed in, "Wei-zai, quickly thank President Zhang."

"President Zhang, where do you want to put me?" he asked anxiously. Jian Xin shook his head; this guy was really dense, his head
was so narrow. Li Shan smiled but didn't answer. After rounding a mountain and driving along the lake for a while, they soon
stopped in a villa area by the lake.

When Li Shan opened the villa's door and turned on the lights, Li Wei was immediately
astonished by the opulent decorations before him. "Go, wash yourself clean," Lishan said as she walked. Jianxin led him upstairs to the
bathroom in a bedroom, tossing him a bathrobe. Liwei turned on the shower, the icy water sending a
shiver down his spine, but it also made him feel more alert.

After a quick wash, he put on the loose bathrobe and came out naked. He saw
a light on . Just as he reached the door, he saw Jianxin and Lishan entangled naked on
a large round bed. He looked at their bodies; Jianxin was thrusting in and out, his body obscuring hers
. They looked like a monster—a woman's head on a man's body.
The image was grotesque yet sensual.

Lishan shifted beneath him so she could see him. She pursed her lips in a
kissing gesture, indicating he could join in if he wanted. Li Wei boldly approached the bedside. He clearly watched Jianxin's erect
penis thrust and pump inside her, filling her completely.

Then, he withdrew, teasing her wet vaginal opening with his glans. Li Shan lay supine,
limbs outstretched, fully enjoying the pleasure a man was giving her. Then he lowered himself, his mouth pressed against
her breasts, tasting one nipple after another, his head swaying back and forth. Her
breasts were beautiful, her nipples erect, licked a rose-red color.

Li Wei lifted her legs, standing on the edge of the bed, and entered her. Li Shan's upper body was being teased by Jianxin,
while her lower body was being fiercely attacked by Li Wei. She uncontrollably writhed, letting out wild
howls. Li Wei thrust fiercely, panting heavily, before withdrawing his penis.

Lishan finally felt she could catch her breath, but Jianxin, who had been impatient, flipped
her and thrust into her plump buttocks, his thick penis filling her vagina again after it had been empty.
Lishan could no longer scream; she could only make "ooh" sounds with her mouth open. Under the intense thrusting, her
whole body convulsed with excitement, and she suddenly cried out like a child, then screamed and
collapsed .

They lay side by side on the round bed. Some time passed. Lishan's warm, white hands
caressed their strong bodies. Her gentle touch quickly aroused them. They vied to embrace her,
her lips occasionally kissing them. She writhed between them, her face flushed with excitement
and allure, her eyes gleaming with pleasure. She breathed heavily, moaning softly
, "Ah, so beautiful."

"Ah, I thank you so much." The intoxicating pleasure drove her almost mad. Her hazy, starry eyes
gazed at the countless overlapping images of pleasure reflected in the glass walls around her. She let out a soft cry, then lay slumped between them,
legs spread wide in a giant "X." Jianxin and Liwei's strong, powerful bodies took turns
tormenting her, making her beam with joy.

Her voluptuous hips writhed as she tried to escape their advances, her parched lips parted incessant moans. The frenzied
ecstasy they had just experienced, like a violent storm, now gave them a chance to catch their breath. All three lay exhausted, panting, trying to
calm their racing hearts and restore their burning skin to stillness. Jianxin got out of bed to shower first, while Liwei and she
lay on the bed.

Jianxin came out of the bathroom and reclined on the sofa, drinking a beverage. He saw Lishan's eyes shimmering with tears, her face flushed, her
passionate pleasure making her look incredibly alluring. Her hands caressed Liwei's back and his strong
thighs . To have two men at the same time, and to be able to indulge in unrestrained pleasure together,
was something incredibly precious for any woman.

Lishan felt a fullness within her, her heart rippled with sweet warmth, her body experiencing pleasure...
She felt an unusual softness, a boneless suppleness, as her warm hands caressed Jianxin, who had just gotten into bed. His penis quickly
hardened again, and she gripped it tightly, a surge of turbulent energy coursing through her.

She lay on her side, one leg hooked around his, pulling his penis
between . Jianxin's waist arched, their bodies miraculously intertwined. A strange, intense
feeling of urgency and fullness emanated from their close union, a surge of intense excitement coursing through her. Li Wei twisted one hand,
caressing her smooth, delicate back, the other stroking her full breasts. She moaned in ecstasy,
"Ah! It feels so good, I'm dying!"

Jianxin moved his hand to her hidden, hairy triangle, gently
stroking . She became even more excited, a mature, fleshy heat flowing from her navel to her limbs,
spreading throughout her body. Her sensual lips uttered a yearning, excited moan. Ah, it was so wonderful.

Li Wei's burning desire surged. As soon as Jianxin finished, he eagerly picked up her soft
body and sat her on the sofa. She spread her legs and sat on his lap, and they embraced tightly, rocking back and
forth . Li Wei's broad, strong chest pressed against her firm, elastic breasts, their hot lips locked together,
their tongues battling inside each other.

Her supple legs wrapped around his waist, her hands clinging to his neck. Li Wei's strong hands
supported her rounded buttocks and waist as they walked towards the bathroom. Her pink neck rested on the edge of the basin, her head tilted back, her limbs gripping
the sides of the basin, lying flat on the water like a starfish. He used his hands to lift her up from her sides, making her float on the water
, and pressed his head tightly against hers. She gasped for breath, occasionally letting out soft moans.
Warm bathwater splashed with silvery beads of water. After they finished bathing, Jianxin was already fast asleep, and soon she and
Li Wei also drifted into a sweet dream.

Chapter Two: A Woman Adorns Herself for Her Beloved 1.

In a luxurious suite of a five-star hotel in the Special Administrative Region adjacent to Hong Kong, a beautiful woman stood before a mirror,
leaning slightly forward. The mirror, stretching from the ceiling to the dressing table, almost covered the entire wall.
Flickering , adding a touch of fantasy to the small dressing room. The woman was completely naked. She
walked to the dressing table, admiring her reflection.

Her breasts were high and firm, her belly slightly protruding, her curves beautiful. She pressed her palm against her breast,
touching her nipple, which hardened and quickly became erect. Her hand rested on her slightly protruding belly, her fingers
playfully playing with her freshly washed pubic hair. Her plump thighs were white and taut.

She turned again, her body supple and graceful like a gifted dancer, slowly bending down
and caressing the inside of her thighs. Then she stood up, a smile spreading across her face, praising
the fullness and rounded softness of her fair buttocks, feeling that the money she had spent on herself over the years had been well worth it.

This was Zhao Ying, the woman who had left home after her husband discovered her affair with her son and divorced her.
She chose a white silk nightgown with red flowers and slipped it on. The nightgown was sexy, revealing her chest and midriff, barely covering her breasts,
while the back hugged her plump buttocks. She wore no underwear, letting the smooth silk rub against her abdomen and
thighs .

Beyond the dressing room was the ensuite bedroom, with a large round bed, a small bar, and a single
sofa. Zhao Ying lay down on the bed with the TV on. The air conditioning whirred, and Zhao Ying felt a chill.
Unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the unusual feeling of being held so tightly,
the warmth flowing through her fingertips, and the double satisfaction from the friction between her hands and the inner skin of her thighs. This made
her move gently on the bed.

Her fingers moved, accidentally brushing against her tightly closed, plump labia, which
reacted quickly to the touch. Excitement caused a slight stinging sensation, and she awaited the next
touch . Suddenly, she felt a tightness in her throat and a tremor in her abdomen. Zhao Ying stroked it again, slightly aroused.

She stroked it again and again. She changed positions, making it easier to reach that area, and
spread her legs. Her fingers, hidden within her silk nightgown, searched for her concealed self.
There were no improper thoughts, only the excitement of her skin, which intoxicated her in this irrepressible thrill.

Her sensitive fingertips caressed her equally sensitive private parts, her plump and full labia.
At that moment , her phone rang melodiously. She parted her cherry lips slightly and spoke into the phone: "Have you arrived?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, she turned off the phone.

Putting down her phone, she took one last look at herself in the mirror. She found herself quite beautiful, feeling
an irresistible allure that men couldn't resist. Zhao Ying opened the door, poured herself a glass of red wine at the bar, and
sat calmly on the sofa, waiting. A moment later, there was a knock at the door. She cleared her throat and said, "Come in."

A man entered. His name was Wang Yangming. His age was hard to guess from his face; he had
thick eyebrows, dark skin, a few wrinkles around his eyes, sensual lips, and clean, even teeth. His eyes
were beautiful , with clear black and white pupils when open. He had large ears, an elegant neck, firm skin,
thick, straight hair, a broad, muscular chest, a well-proportioned waist and hips, and strong, powerful thighs.

"Pour yourself a drink," Zhao Ying said, gesturing towards the bar. He smiled and went over. His
suit was impeccably tailored; his white shirt, silk tie, and gold chain buckle all looked like they came from a high-end designer
boutique. This man seemed to know how to enjoy life. He approached, glass in hand, and rested his hand on
the wide . He took a sip of wine: "This wine is quite good, perfectly complementing the view before you." He

then brought the glass to Zhao Ying's lips with clean, efficient movements, his posture relaxed and elegant like a
nimble cat, exuding masculinity. Zhao Ying took a small sip and said, "You're quite the smooth talker." "And you're quite good at
charming women," he boasted shamelessly. Zhao Ying laughed, leaning her head against him. "

Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, placing his hand on Zhao Ying's shoulder. Zhao Ying felt his hand gently, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, playing with her hair. He ran his fingertips through her thick, beautiful hair . Zhao Ying shifted her neck, and his hand boldly caressed her hair, then parted it into two strands, revealing her smooth neck. He lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to hers. Zhao Ying could feel his breath. She closed her eyes, a surge of desire rising within her. She remained motionless.

She sat there, carefully experiencing his tongue licking her smooth skin. His hands moved to her shoulders and back,
then stopped, pulling her back against the chair. She leaned back slightly to adjust
her position, allowing him to easily caress her back and full buttocks.

He gently stroked her round, plump, and sexy buttocks, then caressed her high breasts.
She felt her nipples harden and tremble slightly beneath her thin nightgown. His eyes were closed, his head leaning
forward . Stroking her chin, his arm moved down to her round breasts.

He pressed his palms against her sensual, alluring full breasts, his index finger and thumb squeezing the hardened
nipples , which bounced defiantly between his fingers. He continued to tease and entice her nipples,
his movements becoming increasingly vigorous. A surge of intense tension rushed to her lower abdomen, desire coursing through her body; she felt her
most sensitive spot throbbing violently.

At that moment, Zhao Ying's face moved upwards across his broad chest. She twisted her head to kiss his neck. He stirred again
, slightly raising his head. She kissed his chin, her hair sliding down the back of her head, brushing against his face.
She heard his heavy breathing. His face slowly moved closer to hers, looking directly at her, very close, until he
touched her lips.

Zhao Ying's lips were slightly chapped. She consciously slumped her limp body against him. He
pressed his full lips against hers; she felt his moist lips and the trimmed mustache around his mouth. He parted
her lips with his own, smelling a cool, red wine-like scent. He kissed her, stimulating her.

Zhao Ying felt herself trembling all over, her hands still caressing his chest. An urgent desire contorted
her face. She kissed his lips, feeling his body stiffen, his arms wrapping around her from behind,
pulling her close. He began to kiss her skillfully. Zhao Ying broke free from his embrace, feeling intoxicated and dizzy. A
strong desire assaulted her. She untied the sash of her nightgown, letting it slip off her shoulders,
revealing her rounded shoulders and breasts.

He kissed her breasts and nipples, licking her skin. He knew how to make love, how to please
a woman One hand rested on her body. He stood and pulled her tightly into his arms. He moved forward, their positions
reversed, and she lay down, her nightgown falling away, the leather of the sofa soft and warm.

Yang Ming laid Zhao Ying's limp body on the sofa, kneeling on the carpet himself. He began to pull off her
black lace panties, and she wiggled her hips, allowing him to easily remove her small panties. Completely indulging herself
, she used her right hand to hold down the hair behind his head, gently pressing his mouth against
the .

He knelt between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs open so
he could enter, to go wherever he pleased. She felt his tongue licking her mons pubis, his rough chin touching
her sensitive labia. She suddenly realized that she and this man were just strangers, yet she couldn't forget him and had
even traveled all the way from Hong Kong to meet him.

Knowing that what she got with money wasn't romantic, why did she still let him make love to her? Was it lust, greed
, or her own self-destruction? His tongue lingered on the beautiful curves of her labia, gently touching and pressing,
sometimes pressing his mouth against her labia, licking the wrinkles at the top of her labia with his tongue, groping towards her
vagina , where it was moist and had a faint scent.

He gently tapped her moist labia with the tip of his tongue, slowly opening them, and inserted his tongue to stir and explore,
as if searching for something. After a while, he slowly withdrew his tongue from that lubricated, alluring
place . Zhao Ying's desire burned within her. As his lips touched her there, her hands
groped between their bodies, trying to find his belt. He lifted her up, making it easy for her to reach what she wanted. She
clumsily and desperately unbuttoned his trousers.

His penis sprang out. She needed him; she wanted him, this
lover , even though she had bought him, now that she had found him, she would use him. Zhao Ying got up and let him sit
on the sofa. She climbed on top of him, pleased that he was lying on his back. She sat on him, smiled at his face,
her breasts swaying in front of him. She wantonly shoved one nipple into his mouth.

His tongue continued to entwine and tease the nipple, the movements becoming increasingly vigorous. She felt her most sensitive
spot swell rapidly again. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, writhing her
lower body . She reached into his groin and found what she needed. Her hand slowly caressed
the crown of his penis, and Yangming closed his eyes, letting out a few soft moans.

As if on command, she swallowed the entire penis into her wet vagina, rubbing her labia against
the thick shaft before slowly withdrawing it. "Oh!" Zhao Ying, who had been waiting for so long, moaned with pleasure.
Yangming responded even more vigorously to her thirsty body, launching wave after wave of attacks.

Zhao Ying's body leaped and shifted on top of him, finally losing control. Her moans grew louder, her breathing
became heavier, and finally, she collapsed limply onto his shoulder. He picked her up again, laid her horizontally
on the bed , and eagerly thrust into her hot, wet body. Zhao Ying, legs raised high, actively responded to his
every move, completely under his control.

His penis was thick and powerful; as he squeezed her, Zhao Ying felt her primal instincts
erupt like a volcano. Yangming's precise movements overwhelmed and suffocated her; their passion shattered like ice, sending fragments flying everywhere,
even the physical pain became an unspeakable release and pleasure. He panted, teasing
her gently or fiercely, biting her nipples, squeezing her soft breasts, every movement so perfectly timed, until they were both
exhausted.

Unlike the men she had been with before, she felt that Yangming was someone who knew how to make women happy;
he was a natural sex expert. Zhao Ying was excited by this wonderful feeling; she had discovered a
new world, a world that brought her unprecedented pleasure. She felt as if she were standing
on a new continent, slowly entering this wonderful world under Yangming's guidance.

Suddenly, Zhao Ying stopped moving. She pushed Yang Ming away and stared blankly at the television
screen . Even Yang Ming was stunned; the television was broadcasting the news. A city-wide financial system work conference was being held, attended by the vice mayor.
Zhang Lishan attended the meeting and gave a speech. The screen showed a beautiful woman wearing stylish frameless
glasses speaking.

Years had passed, but time seemed to have left no trace on her face; Zhang Lishan looked even more rounded
and delicate, still possessing that small, pointed nose and full, luscious red lips. She spoke clearly, each
word carrying an undeniable firmness, and with a few drawn-out endings—Zhao Ying thought to himself, this was official
jargon .

He leaned over her, looking down at her face. Zhao Ying's eyes were vacant; if her surface was calm
, her heart must be churning with turbulent emotions. Zhao Ying heard about Zhang Lishan later, when she
was far away in Hong Kong. She never imagined that this woman, who had caused Yao Qinghua's death and implicated her husband's imprisonment, would now sit on the podium of a financial conference, enjoying such
prestige .

When she first joined the central bank, she was a timid, pretty girl, blushing when speaking to strangers—
a simple, honest young woman. But later generations changed her greatly at the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
That place was truly a crucible that forged people, transforming even the most naive person
into a completely different form.

Yangming continued to lie on top of her, his penis appearing excited and enormous. Zhao Ying was lost in thought for a moment, and
when she awoke with a start, she found his penis still busily moving in and out of her mons pubis. She spread her arms wide,
placing them above her head. She changed positions on the bed, allowing Yangming, who was on top of her, to easily
suckle her breasts.

She could feel his soft hair gently brushing against her chest and neck. A surge of emotion welled up within her,
about to explode. Her hips began to twist and turn incessantly. She saw his penis enter and exit her wet
labia , the large glans pulling back to reveal the tender, engorged flesh inside. His teeth gently scraped
the sensitive buds on her nipples, making them swell even more, swelling as if about to burst.

Deep inside her vagina, it gently bit his hard penis, sucking it hard and fast. At the same time, his lower abdomen
pounded against her pubic bone, abdomen, pubic hair, and thighs. He thrust violently up and down, ejaculating
inside her. He felt as if she were swallowing his semen; his penis completely filled her vagina. He
writhed, then calmed down.

She lay there, her eyes wide open, looking into his eyes and face. The bed was bathed in a soft white light, making the edges of her
body appear a gentle white. He smiled lewdly, bending down to kiss her. She opened her mouth too, and they
kissed incessantly, lips touching lips, tongues entwined, saliva mingling, they swallowing each other.

[To be continued]

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