White Tango 1

White Tango (1)
In a spacious and bright hall, an elegant ball was reaching its climax. Although the number of
guests was small, they were all prominent local figures.
Despite not dressing up deliberately, Bai Su
naturally .
Her dance partner, a young man with an artistic flair, was the host of the ball.
His dancing, though proper and clearly trained, was somewhat restrained. Bai Su's
dancing was much more natural and fluid.
Like the other dance partners, they were engaged in polite conversation.
“Mr. Lei,” Bai Su said, “I would have thought you were Russian just by looking at your name.”
“My maternal grandmother was Russian,” Leikov replied with a smile, “so I also have some Russian
ancestry. Unfortunately, I’ve never met her; I’ve only often heard my mother talk about her.”
Unexpectedly, this caused a flicker of sadness in Bai Su’s clear eyes: “You are lucky. Some people don’t even
have a mother …”
Her mother’s background had always been a hidden pain in Bai Su’s heart. (Note: For stories about Bai Su’s mother, please refer to the works of Mr.
Ni Kuang .)
Leikov was slightly taken aback, but out of politeness, he didn’t ask further. To break the awkward silence, Bai Su added, "I
really like this piece."
Rekov's expression immediately mirrored that of a younger brother praised by his older sister: "It really is! I
wrote it especially for this ball; it's called 'El Tango Blanco' (Spanish for 'White Tango').
I specially invited the orchestra from Argentina."
Bai Su smiled, "I prefer tango to waltz."
Rekov said, "That's right. Waltz mostly expresses joyful emotions. But in tango, you
can hear repression, sadness, anger, and rebellion."
As the music neared its end, Rekov asked somewhat nervously, "Mrs. Wesley, I've recently encountered a very
strange matter. Could you please come up to the small living room to discuss it?"
Bai Su looked at him meaningfully. "Don't misunderstand," Rekov hurriedly said, "Logically, this
should discussed with Mr. Wesley. However, the nature of this matter is too peculiar, and it directly concerns you,
so..."
He was a very likable young man, and the expression on his face showed that he was indeed greatly
troubled. Therefore, Bai Su did not refuse. She gestured to Wesley at the far end of the ballroom, then, under the watchful
eyes of everyone, walked up the stairs with Rekov. It was a charming little living room.
As soon as they entered, Rekov immediately locked the door. Seeing his action, Bai Su frowned slightly but
said nothing.
Rekov invited Bai Su to sit on the sofa and poured her a glass of wine.
"This is a white wine from Bilbao, Spain, isn't it?" Bai Su asked after taking a sip.
"Mrs. Wesley is truly knowledgeable."
This kind of compliment was commonplace for Bai Su; Wesley's friends all
praised .
Therefore, she simply said, "You flatter me. My father is the real connoisseur of wine. I only know a little
."
"You must visit Mr. Bai sometime and learn from him," Rekov said.
Bai Su shifted her posture, indicating that they could begin to get down to business.
Rekov finished his glass in one gulp. "Mrs. Wesley, you are beautiful," he said.
Hearing his opening line, Bai Su couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. However, she still
smiled and said, "Thank you." Actually, when she agreed to go upstairs with him, she had already decided that if this hostess
acted out of line or did anything excessive, she would teach him a lesson.
Rekov hesitated, as if unsure how to begin. If Wesley had been in this situation, he would have already
spoken rudely: "Please speak your mind, say what you have to say."
But Bai Su was not Wesley; she remained calm and composed, elegantly toying with her
wine glass , waiting for him to speak.
"Please forgive me, Mrs. Wesley," Rekov finally made up his mind, "This question
should be asked of a lady like you… but, do you know what the word 'SM' means?"
"I know," Bai Su replied calmly, though she was puzzled as to why Rekov would ask such a question.
“SM originated in Europe, but it was popularized in Japan,” Rekov said. “The Japanese
treat an art form, as part of their culture. They believe that the naked body of a woman bound by ropes is the most
beautiful, expressing the woman's pain to the fullest extent, combined with male sexual desire, becoming…”
“Mr. Rekov,” Bai Su rarely interrupted, but this time she couldn’t help herself: “You
didn’t invite me here to talk to me about the aesthetics of SM, did you?” She even considered suggesting he see
a psychiatrist .
Rekov sighed: “Alas, I said all this to prepare you for what’s to come.
Since that’s the case , you should see for yourself.” As he spoke, he opened a cabinet, took out a folder, and handed it to Bai Su:
“I found this while sorting through my grandmother’s belongings. I don’t know what kind of instrument can achieve such high
resolution.”
Bai Su opened the folder while pondering the meaning of his last sentence. After just one glance,
she felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen, and she was completely stunned.
The folder contained more than a dozen “photographs,” and the reason for the quotation marks was that their resolution
was much higher than that of ordinary photographs.
The "photographs" contained a single image: each one showed the same stunningly beautiful naked woman,
cruelly and humiliatingly bound in various obscene poses.
In many of them, the unfortunate woman was being subjected to further forms of abuse and humiliation. Some showed her
skin being doused with candle wax; others showed a dildo inserted into her vagina; still others showed a thin tube
inserted , water being poured in; and still others showed her receiving an enema… Due to
the extremely high clarity of the "photographs," every detail of her private parts was clearly visible.
However, what truly shocked Bai Su was that the woman being abused in the photographs was
herself!
Suddenly, Bai Su raised her head, staring sternly at Rekov. Rekov, clearly a quick learner,
immediately understood Bai Su's meaning.
“No, I don’t think this was computer-generated,” he said urgently. “Even the most sophisticated composites have
flaws . I input them into my advanced image workstation and analyzed every pixel, and
I couldn’t find any trace of compositing. And look at her expression—that humiliation, pain, and anger—that
’s something a computer could never create.”
Bai Su’s voice sounded bitter: “Maybe it’s a model who looks a lot like me
, or used disguise.”
“That’s for you to judge,” Rekov said, now sounding quite confident. “Please note
a few . Look, there’s a mole below her left breast. Look at this one, there’s a
noticeable birthmark on her right buttock. And the color of her pubic hair…”
“Stop!” Bai Su suddenly cried out. Clearly, she had lost her composure, showing
how chaotic her emotions were. No one knew her body better than her; what Rekov described were indeed her physical
features. Whenever Wesley flirted with her, he always teased her about the mark on her buttocks, asking, “Was it from when you
were naughty and ?” Moreover, upon closer inspection, one would notice that Bai Su's pubic hair was a deep
chestnut color, not the typical black of a woman.
Rekov, however, coldly pressed, "If these are indeed your physical characteristics, then no one else
could possibly have known beforehand." Bai Su lowered her head, speechless.
Suddenly, she heard Rekov say earnestly, "Of course, I would never be so insane as to believe that it was something you actually
experienced. That's why I think it's such a strange thing, and I just want to discover
the truth ."
"So, what's your opinion…" Bai Su gradually regained her composure.
"There are several possibilities: one is that this is an experience from your past life,
appearing ; another is that this happened in some kind of illusion; and yet another is the time tunnel
effect," Rekov analyzed.
“Wait, the background in this photo seems familiar…” Bai Su pondered, then suddenly
exclaimed , “Do you see her necklace? I’ve never had a necklace like that before!”
“That makes sense,” Rekov gasped, “These photos don’t show
the past , but the future.”
Bai Su’s face turned pale. “You mean, they haven’t happened yet…” she trailed off.
“But they will happen,” Rekov continued.
After the party, Rekov attentively escorted the Wesleys to the front door. After they got into the car,
Wesley teased his wife, “That guy didn’t do anything to you, did he?” Although he knew Bai Su wouldn’t
suffer any loss with her abilities, as a husband, he still had to show concern. But Wesley soon noticed that Bai Su’s eyes had never
looked so blank.
As soon as they left Rekov’s place, Bai Su, for the first time ever, decided not to tell Wesley about it.
Before going to bed, Wesley tried to be intimate with Bai Su, but despite his efforts, she remained
unresponsive . She simply smiled wearily, "Wesley, I'm so sorry, I'm really tired today." This was
something that had never happened before in their marriage. However, Wesley didn't say anything; he just kissed Bai Su, and they both
fell asleep.
Bai Su slept very restlessly that night. She seemed to keep hearing a mysterious and terrifying voice telling her:
"This will definitely happen, this will definitely happen..."
The next morning, when Bai Su woke up, she found that Wesley was gone. There was only a
note . On the note, Wesley had written in a flamboyant hand:
"Su: I received an email this morning from Luo Kai, the Asian Eagle. I have to rush to London to
meet . You sleep a little longer. Next week is our fifth wedding anniversary, so I'm giving you a gift. Kisses.
Wesley."
This kind of scene was quite common between the couple. Bai Su opened the gift
box with a sweet feeling. Immediately, her heart started pounding.
Inside the box was an emerald necklace. Bai Su had seen this necklace before—in Rekov's "
photographs ."
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Postscript: The title hasn't been finalized yet. I'm considering using the Spanish word "el tango blanco" directly; because these words
have a beautiful sound in Spanish, while the Chinese "白色堂戈" (White Tango) lacks the same feeling, but I'm also worried that readers
might not accept the English title.
White Tango (2)
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Foreword: After the first episode was posted, a reader suggested that I shouldn't limit myself to SM. This gave
me a lot of inspiration, and I felt like I could see a broader perspective by taking a step back. I would like to express my gratitude to this netizen.
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After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, Bai Su suddenly realized that she was soaked in cold sweat. She quickly stood
up , went into the bathroom, and placed herself under the steaming water.
After bathing, Bai Su didn't immediately put on clothes. Instead, she walked naked to the large
wardrobe in the bedroom and examined her flawless, snow-white body
in the mirror. Her reflection showed a beautiful face, though somewhat tired, it couldn't conceal her innate, ethereal beauty.
Her full, firm breasts, far from sagging, were slightly upturned; two small, tender
pink , incredibly alluring. Her lower abdomen was slightly rounded, forming a perfect curve; her dark chestnut pubic hair
was thick, completely covering her private parts; her buttocks were firm and round, and her long, slender legs were snow-white
and shapely .
The thought that her proud body had been seen by other men besides Wesley, albeit indirectly in
an unbelievable way, made Bai Su's pretty face flush with embarrassment. She secretly vowed never to see
Rekov again. But the more she thought this, the more Rekov's image appeared before her eyes.
At the same time, Bai Su had a strange thought: if she didn't wear the necklace,
would the scene in the "future photo" not appear?
Throughout her long adventurous life, Bai Su had faced numerous perilous situations and even life-or-death moments, each time
managing to handle them calmly and escape unscathed. But this time, what was threatened was her most sensitive and vulnerable aspect, something she
valued more than life itself—her dignity as a woman. Therefore, even a remarkable person like Bai Su couldn't help but
momentarily lose her composure.
However, Bai Su quickly rebuked herself for her cowardice. "Come on, let's see who laughs last." Instantly, her
strong character restored her former confidence. She carefully put on her new necklace. Then
, she meticulously selected her favorite set of underwear. After dressing, she began her new day.
Bai Su's first thought was to find out the source of these "future photographs." Although Rekov only knew they
were his grandmother's belongings, she still had to start the investigation from him to obtain more clues.
Of course , Bai Su wasn't in a hurry to contact Rekov, because she knew he would definitely come looking for her again. Therefore,
the first thing she did was call Xiao Guo's detective agency and ask him to investigate Rekov's information.
Detective Guo sounded somewhat flattered: "We have his information here, I'll
email it to you right away. It's not very detailed, but I believe it will be sufficient for you. Is this what Wesley needs
?" Bai Su thanked Xiao Guo and hung up.
Detective Guo always handled any requests from Wesley or Bai Su with maximum efficiency.
Therefore, when Bai Su turned on her computer ten minutes later, the information Xiao Guo sent was ready: "Born on
a certain date. Graduated from the University of Paris, France. A newly emerging single aristocrat in this city, extremely wealthy. Besides this city,
he has residences in Paris, Moscow, Madrid, San Francisco, and other places. Fluent in English, French, Russian, and Spanish,
he loves art and is a patron of many art events in this city. He is a
highly , and also serves as a guest conductor of the city's symphony orchestra. He has published several books..." Bai Su couldn't help but ponder
.
Rekov, as expected, didn't keep Bai Su waiting long. Early the next morning, he called to say that
the St. Petersburg , and he cordially invited the couple to attend.
When Bai Su replied that Wesley wouldn't be there, Rekov said, "I'm sorry. But my invitation
is still valid for you."
Bai Su didn't answer immediately, and Rekov heard her even breathing.
Rekov smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking. You are an extraordinary lady and should
act according to your own wishes, not be bound by traditional ideas."
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, hearing Rekov's voice did brighten Bai Su's somewhat
depressed . "Alright, Mr. Rekov," she said readily, "I will go."
"That's wonderful," Rekov said, trying to suppress his excitement, "I'll pick you up at your residence at six o'clock tomorrow evening. We can have dinner at the Sea Palace
on the way ."
Bai Su couldn't help but smile as well, "Mr. Rekov, you're so thoughtful. Let's skip dinner." She then tried to end
the conversation.
“No, I still want to discuss what happened that day with you…” Rekov said hastily. Bai Su
sighed inwardly, thinking that this was indeed what she needed, so she said, “Alright, as you
wish.”
The next evening, before leaving home, Bai Su specially wore her best evening gown. When the impeccably dressed Rekov
arrived at the Wei residence in his Ferrari to pick up Bai Su, Bai Su explained to the dumbfounded Old Cai that this was her and
Wesley ’s “friend.”
They indeed acted like old friends, enjoying a fine meal while constantly chatting.
“Do you think that if you can foresee something happening in the future, you can stop it before it happens
?” Bai Su asked, her cheeks slightly flushed, although she knew that such a discussion would be fruitless.
“The so-called past, present, and future are all relative. What we think will happen in the future,
if viewed from a more distant future, is something that has already happened. And what has already happened
cannot be changed,” Rekov said thoughtfully.
After a moment of silence, they both spoke almost simultaneously: "I have an important question..."
Rekov smiled and said, "Please go first, madam."
"Under what circumstances did you obtain those photos?"
"My answer may disappoint you," Rekov said. "My grandparents had
a hobby . I found them
among a pile of old Japanese books from the 1920s while sorting through their collection. I suspect they might have bought them at a secondhand bookstore, but they were clearly
unopened. And that bookstore certainly no longer exists after all these years."
Rekov took a breath and continued, "To be able to display future events in photographs is clearly a
supernatural phenomenon, beyond our current knowledge. If we investigate further, we might eventually find some
extraterrestrial equipment left on Earth." He tried to joke, but Bai Su couldn't bring herself to laugh.
"Last time you said you felt a sense of familiarity with the background of the photos, what's that about?" Rekov asked again.
“I’m sure it’s a place I’ve been before,” Bai Su shook her head in distress, which made her look
very cute. “But I can’t quite put my finger on it… Sigh, I usually have a good memory, what happened to me this time?”
Rekov wanted to comfort her, “You’ll definitely recognize it when you get there.” But then he thought, no,
Bai Su should never go back to “that place” again.
Seeing Bai Su’s furrowed brows, Wesley would have gently smoothed her brow. Rekov, of course,
couldn’t do that.
He could only place his hand lightly on the back of Bai Su’s hand to show his support. Bai Su didn’t
immediately , but after a while, she slowly tried to move it away. But Rekov held it tightly.
Bai Su slowly turned her hand over, and their palms touched. Rekov felt that her hand was cold.
“I have a suggestion,” Rekov said. “What you need most right now is rest and relaxation. If you
don’t have anything pressing to worry about here, why don’t you take a trip, get away for a while, and go to France to
see your father?”
Bai Su thought he was right; she hadn’t been with her father for quite some time.
“Let Wesley go there too. You can truly enjoy the joys of family life. Right now, the person who needs
Wesley is you, not that Asian pervert (Note: referring to Luo Kai).”
“Don’t talk nonsense, Eagle is our friend, a remarkable man,”
Rekov continued, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. “I also happen to be going to Spain on some business. I have two
free first-class tickets on Air France, we can travel together to Paris. Then I’ll go to Spain, and you can spend a few days in
Paris , visiting the Louvre. You don’t need to look for a hotel. I have very nice accommodations in Paris, you can stay as long
as you like. What do you think?”
Bai Su simply gazed intently at him.
Inside the concert hall, Rachmaninoff’s beautiful melodies seemed to transport everyone to the vast
Russian steppes.
As the music reached its climax, Bai Su glanced to the side and noticed a faint glimmer of tears in Rekov’s eyes.
On the way home, neither of them spoke. Rekov gently parked the car in
front of .
Bai Su seemed still savoring the wonderful performance of the concert and didn’t realize they were home. Her
eyes were slightly closed, her full breasts rising and falling gently. Rekov didn’t try to wake her. For a moment,
the romantic atmosphere in the small carriage was so thick it was almost palpable. After a while, Bai Su finally came to her senses: "I'm getting off. Thank you for your
hospitality .
" "Okay, then we'll meet at the airport at 6:30 on Thursday." Rekov watched her go inside. He had hoped she
would turn back again, but she didn't.
"Su, how are you?" This was Wesley's recorded phone call: "I just
called . Old Cai said you went out with friends. Did you have fun?"
Hearing Wesley emphasize the word "friends," Bai Su smiled and pursed her lips. Then she heard
Wesley continue: "I'm in Norway now. Things are really strange here. Eagle and I are looking for clues
. I don't know when we'll be back, so don't wait for me..."
"Why are you never there for me when I need you?" Looking at the empty bed, Bai Su
sighed softly.
"Why are you never there for me when I need you?" On the drive home,
Rekov was also thinking about this question.
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Postscript: This episode mainly serves as a transition and may be a bit dull. Therefore, the third episode will
be posted .
White Tango (3)
On the afternoon before she was to leave for France, Bai Su returned home and found Wen Baoyu's car parked at
the door.
As soon as she entered, she saw Lao Cai saying to her with a strange expression, "Little Trick is here... He... seems
a bit off..." Lao Cai said, pointing to his head.
Bai Su hurriedly went into the living room. She saw Wen Baoyu half-lying and half-sitting on the sofa, his face flushed, his eyes
glazed, and he was panting heavily, as if he were drunk. She really didn't know how he could drive over like this.
Wen Baoyu's behavior was always strange and exaggerated, and Bai Su was already used to it. But this was a bit too frightening
.
Bai Su hurriedly asked, "Xiao Bao, are you alright?"
Hearing Bai Su's voice, Wen Baoyu
jumped up as if ten springs had sprung from his buttocks, pointing at Bai Su and making a strange sound, as if
he saw a monster instead of Bai Su.
Seeing this, Bai Su knew something was wrong. She said, "Xiao Bao, speak slowly
."
Bai Su's gentle and charming voice seemed to have a calming effect, and Wen Baoyu finally calmed down a bit and
was able to speak.
"I found a videotape in Chen Changqing's house," he said, still shaken. "At first, I thought it
was a regular adult film. I wondered why Chen Changqing, who claims to be averse to women, would watch this kind of thing. But as I watched further
, I discovered that the woman in it was… was…"
"It was me," Bai Su said calmly. She understood what had happened. Since the photos could
appear in Lei Kefu's house, it wasn't impossible for a videotape to appear in Chen Changqing's house
.
“There’s another man inside with you…” Wen Baoyu was still speaking when Bai Su stopped him. At the same time, she
sensed that what Wen Baoyu was talking about wasn’t the same as the photos of Lei Kefu.
“Xiao Bao, I can tell you clearly,” Bai Su said gently but firmly, “although the person in there
does look like me, that kind of scene has never happened. It’s a very strange thing. I
’m investigating. Give me the videotape, and then forget about it, understand?”
“Understood. I don’t believe you would really do that either. But, can I help you investigate?”
“No, you’re too young. If your mother comes after me, I can’t bear the consequences.” Thinking of
Wen Baoyu’s mother’s powerful soprano voice, Bai Su couldn’t help but tremble with fear.
Wen Baoyu was extremely clever. He didn’t mention Wesley at all. Clearly, everyone automatically reached a consensus:
to protect Bai Su, Wesley must not be involved in this matter. The all-powerful Wesley, though
seemingly omnipotent, had extremely conservative views on sex. Although Bai Su was completely innocent,
no one could predict the consequences if he found out.
When Wen Baoyu handed the videotape to Bai Su, he swore he hadn't kept a copy. He might have
been outwardly compliant , but he wouldn't dare play any tricks on Bai Su.
After getting rid of Wen Baoyu, Bai Su immediately closed the doors and windows and put the videotape into the machine.
First, she saw an antique-style bedroom; this time, Bai Su was certain she had never seen this
place . Then she heard music coming from the background—Lekov's "White Tango." Then
she saw herself making love with a man; this man was Lekov.
"Is this what's going to happen?" Bai Su stared blankly at the screen.
She never imagined she would move so vigorously during sex, and she couldn't believe she would make
such moving moans. No wonder Wen Baoyu, who was in his puberty, reacted that way.
Bai Su abruptly turned off the monitor and then pressed the erase button on the remote control.
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Air France's A-340 aircraft flew smoothly at high altitude, with passengers in the spacious first-class cabin...
Few were around.
Hypnotically lulled by the monotonous engine noise, Bai Su gradually drifted off to sleep.
Although Rekov held a book, he couldn't concentrate on a single word, as the beautiful woman beside him was too captivating in
her sleeping posture .
Warm sunlight streamed in through the porthole, illuminating her. Her beautiful hair was elegantly draped over her shoulders
, and her full breasts rose and fell with her breath. Rekov heard her soft, even snores.
Just then, the plane began to shake, and the blanket covering Bai Su slipped down slightly. Rekov reached out to
cover her again, but his hand inadvertently brushed against her firm breasts. Perhaps the sensation was too wonderful
, for Rekov forgot to remove his hand.
"Hmm..." Bai Su let out a soft moan, but only shifted her position, not waking up.
Rekov suddenly felt something was amiss. Someone like Bai Su, with years of experience in adventure, should have very
sharp senses; she wouldn't sleep so soundly in unfamiliar surroundings. So, was she pretending to be asleep? Her rosy, sensual
lips moved alluringly, a gesture of invitation.
Rekov leaned down and gave Bai Su's lips a light, fleeting kiss; he noticed they were burning hot
.
When they arrived in Paris, night had fallen.
"The servants have prepared your bedroom," Rekov said, opening the door for Bai Su. "The room is a
bit small… This is the closet; you can put your luggage there. Over there is the bathroom… It seems you don't like it; I'll get you
another one right away."
He said the last sentence because he noticed the strange expression on Bai Su's face.
"No, I'm very satisfied. Thank you for your trouble," Bai Su smiled.
In truth, she was deeply shaken. The moment she entered, she recognized the room—the one
featured in Wen Baoyu's videotape, the place where she and Rekov had made love.
Rekov was clearly unaware of this. “Get some rest. If you need a servant, just pull the bell
. I'm next door; feel free to call me anytime. Goodnight.” With that, she left.
Lying on the large, comfortable bed, Bai Su was wide awake, quietly awaiting what was to come.
She didn't have to wait long. When she heard a soft knock on the door, Bai Su jumped
up .
She saw Rekov holding a candle, the flickering light casting shadows on his face.
“Is there a power outage?” Perhaps to ease her tension, Bai Su asked deliberately.
Rekov didn't answer; he walked straight in. Then Bai Su saw he was holding a
record .
Rekov lit the candle and put the record into the stereo beside the bed. The melody of “White Tango,” a song Bai Su already
knew play. The two looked at each other; at that moment, any words were superfluous
.
Rekov wrapped his arms around Bai Su's waist and pulled her close. Bai Su pressed herself against him, her body soft and yielding.
Rekov untied the belt of Bai Su's nightgown, which silently slipped to the floor, revealing that she
wasn't wearing underwear.
"Do you think I'll really be abused like that? I'm so scared..." Bai Su murmured, stroking
Rekov .
"No one can hurt you, no one..." Rekov kissed her nipples, and Bai Su began to
moan .
Tonight was a completely new experience for Bai Su; she had never imagined that a woman's body could
experience such immense pleasure. When Rekov licked her anus without restraint, Bai Su
trembled with excitement, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. As the explosive pleasure spread from her genitals throughout her body, Bai Su
felt as if the whole world had ceased to exist.
When Bai Su woke up in the morning, she couldn't remember where she was until she saw Rekov already
dressed , seemingly preparing to leave.
“You’re leaving?” Bai Su asked in surprise.
“Yes. I’m going to Spain. First to Madrid, then to Seville.” Rekov didn’t even look at
her, continuing to tie his tie. “I’ve told the servants that you’re the mistress here.
You can use everything in the house as you please. Stay as long as you like. Oh, and the coffee is ready.”
His nonchalant attitude greatly angered Bai Su. She sat up abruptly, then quickly covered her bare breasts with
the sheet .
Actually, her movement was unnecessary, because at this moment Rekov had absolutely no
desire to touch her.
Rekov couldn’t forgive her, because last night when Bai Su reached her climax, she called out Wesley
’s name, and Bai Su herself hadn’t realized it.
Enraged, Bai Su looked at him with a mixture of mockery and challenge, saying, "Didn't you say you wanted to see my father? We're almost there
, why are
you trying to slip away again?" Rekov replied calmly, "I'm afraid you'll turn your back on me once we get there. If you, father and daughter, husband and wife, father-in-law and
son-in-law all gang up on me, I won't stand a chance." With that, he walked towards the door.
Bai Su was filled with bitterness and resentment: "What have I done to deserve this?" Her stubborn nature prevented
her from saying it aloud, but large tears still streamed down her face.
Seeing her expression, Rekov's heart softened. He returned to the bedside, leaning down to kiss her, but
Bai Su gently pushed him away: "Go on your journey."
Rekov, who had already reached the door, turned back. "After you leave France, will you come to Seville
to see me?"
His eyes shone with eager light: "You can bring Wesley with you, I don't mind. But
please come, I'll be waiting for you."
At that time, Rekov did not know that his hasty departure was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life. If he had sent
Bai Su to Boss Bai's farm, things might have turned out completely differently.
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Postscript: Originally written as an SM novel, it turned out to be more and more like a pure love story. Sorry.
The climax of the SM Bai Su story will appear in the next episode, which is the last episode. )
White Tango (4)
Seville, located on the Andalusian plain in southern Spain, is a city full of artistic atmosphere and a
famous place of song and dance. There are many Moorish-style buildings on both sides of the narrow ancient streets, forming
the unique scenery of this historic city.
The sunset in Seville was beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful.
In the open-air bar of the King Fernando Hotel, some artists were performing flamenco.
Dancers in long red gowns twirled rapidly to the accompaniment of guitars and castanets, their heels striking the floor
with a crisp sound.
This was usually Rekov's favorite dance. Every year he would come to the birthplace of flamenco to spend
time there, enjoying the bright sunshine and passionate atmosphere of Southern Europe.
But now, none of this interested him.
"Should I just keep waiting like this?" Rekov asked himself, gazing at the glass in his hand. The liquid
in the glass was the color of blood, shimmering strangely under the lamplight.
This was his fifth day here. He had been waiting for Bai Su.
Rekov . He believed Bai Su felt the same way. Although everything in dreams was
so beautiful, reality was always cruel.
Although, knowing Bai Su's personality, Rekov knew she would never appear before him again. But he still
waited . He vowed that as soon as he saw Bai Su, he would ask for her forgiveness and tell her how much he loved her. He
didn't care whether he could be with her forever; he just wanted Bai Su to know that.
However, he didn't know that when he saw Bai Su again, death was already beckoning him.
On the very day he parted from Bai Su, having just arrived in Madrid, Rekov called his
apartment . Of course, not to speak with Bai Su, because Rekov knew she was no longer there.
The person who answered the phone was the housekeeper, Mrs. Grinburg, a kind and talkative old Russian woman. She told Rekov:
"The mistress left this morning. I brought her breakfast, but she only ate a little."
"Did she cry?" Rekov himself didn't know why he asked that.
“No. But she seemed a little unhappy. She was very polite to me.” Mrs. Grinburg said in
heavily accented French, “Sir, the lady of the house is so beautiful, speaks such good French, and is impeccably elegant
: why don’t you marry her?”
“I could marry her, but I can’t,” Rykov said bitterly, “she’s already married.”
“What a pity. My dear…”
Rykov interrupted her, “Mrs. Grinburg, you haven’t cleaned that room yet, have you?”
Mrs. Grinburg, mistaking Rykov’s words for reproach, quickly said, “Not yet, I’ll go right away…”
Rykov hurriedly said, “No, please don’t go in to clean or tidy up. Leave everything in the room as it was
… yes, don’t touch anything…”
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That day, after Rykov left, Bai Su immediately got up. After she finished washing up, Mrs. Grinburg
personally brought her a sumptuous French breakfast. But Bai Su had no appetite at all. She only drank some coffee in a hurry and then
planned to leave immediately.
She wanted to leave this place and go to her father’s side.
However, before leaving, Bai Su turned back and gazed at the room for a long time. She knew that
one night, in a bedroom of a house near the Bois de Boulogne in Paris,
a brief yet real and beautiful, indelible page of her life had been written.
A light drizzle was falling. Bai Su didn't immediately call a taxi. She felt she needed the cool
rain to soothe her mind. With a wounded heart, Bai Su plunged into the vast crowds of Parisian streets.
By the time she arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was nearly noon. To her surprise, she saw Rekov again in the waiting hall
. Rekov had his back to her, chatting
happily with a blonde woman carrying a cello case. Rekov said something that made the woman giggle.
At that moment, Rekov could have easily seen Bai Su with just a slight turn of his head, but he didn't. And in that mood,
in that situation, Bai Su naturally wouldn't greet Rekov again. She stood silently for a while, then turned
and left. Bai Su assumed that Rekov hadn't seen her, but that wasn't the case.
In fact, Rekov was also feeling extremely bitter at that moment. To dispel his depression, he had been constantly
talking and laughing with Nina, the blonde woman, without remembering what he had actually said.
Just after Bai Su turned and left, Nina suddenly said, "That Asian woman is so beautiful."
Rekov was taken aback: "Who are you talking about?"
"Look," Nina pointed, "she was standing there watching you. You know her."
Rekov quickly turned around and saw Bai Su's tall and beautiful figure disappear into the bustling
crowd . Rekov wanted to call out to her, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word
.
Just then, the announcement began calling passengers bound for Madrid to board.
As the plane took off, Rekov felt that the Parisian sky had never been so gray.
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Rekov stayed in the bar until the early hours of the morning before returning to his room. As he passed through the hotel lobby,
the front desk handed him a package. It looked like a picture frame, but there was no sender's name or address.
Back in his room, Rekov opened the package; inside was an oil painting. At first, he didn't think much of it, assuming
it was a new work sent to him by a painter friend. However, the content quickly caught his
attention Having lived in Paris for many years, he immediately recognized the background: Père Lachaise Cemetery, where the famous
Commune Wall stood.
But what truly captivated him was the center of the painting. It depicted a tombstone, inlaid with his
photograph , along with his name and dates of birth and death. Rekov checked the calendar: the date was today.
"What a brilliant prank," Rekov muttered to himself, as he racked his brains trying
to recall all the painters he knew, attempting to identify the artist, but to no avail. He casually tossed the painting aside and
prepared to go to bed.
At such a time, where was she?
Perhaps she was lying in her husband's arms, enjoying his tender caresses
. Perhaps her lips and tongue were locked in a passionate embrace, suckling at each other's saliva.
Perhaps her full breasts were being held in his hands, propelling her ever closer to the peak of pleasure.
Perhaps, her mysterious valley is already brimming with the stream of love, preparing to welcome the upcoming climax.
On this starlit night, you, a wanderer drifting like duckweed, what are you thinking of again?
Is loneliness and solitude your destiny?
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Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Rekov suddenly remembered those photos that might foreshadow the future. It was those
photos that led to his acquaintance with Bai Su.
Could this painting also be a kind of premonition?
Thinking of this, Rekov was wide awake. Just then, the telephone by the bedside suddenly rang.
Although the ringing was not loud, it sounded so startling at this moment, even somewhat eerie.
Rekov took a breath and picked up the receiver. Hearing the voice on the other end, he couldn't help but wonder if he
was hallucinating:
"Holla, is this Mr. Rekov? This is Bai Su." Although her voice was as calm and composed as before,
a trace of anxiety and urgency could still be heard.
Bai Su calling at this time meant that something major had happened.
She said, “I’ve found the place in those photos, right here! Yes, on my father’s
farm
Rekov could answer, Bai Su suddenly said, “Wait a moment…” Then Rekov
heard a series of hurried footsteps in the background, followed by the sound of something being smashed,
then a gunshot, and then silence.
Boss Bai’s farm was located in the Provence mountains of southern France, the nearest major city being Marseille. Rekov
knew he had to get to Marseille as quickly as possible. Although Bai Su’s
ability far surpassed Wesley’s, this was simply too bizarre. He checked his watch; it was
12:54 AM.
Rekov began to act according to his unique methods. First, he called the Marseille
police station , even though he knew the officers on night duty wouldn’t take a call from Spain seriously
. Then, he immediately dialed the number of his friend, Count Alfonso. This man was
a senior secretary to the Spanish Minister of Defense, and a private jet under his control was parked at Seville Airport.
Although Count Alfonso roared and cursed in his Catalan dialect for a full twelve minutes, the matter
was eventually accomplished. Thus, two hours later, Rekov's plane, braving the torrential rain
and the risk of crashing, made a forced landing at Marseille Airport, where the Spanish consulate had prepared a
high .
The village of Superior, where Bai Su's farm was located, was forty kilometers from Marseille. However, because Rekov didn't
know its exact location, he took many detours and didn't arrive until around five in the morning.
As he approached Superior, Rekov thought he heard Bai Su's painful groans and screams.
However, this was just his hallucination; despite the cruel and humiliating abuse, Bai Su remained
silent.

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