Hunting for Beauty (Long Novel)

Chapter 1

The man's hands were large and powerful, like bear claws. As his supple fingers slid across

Ou Lingya 's body, she trembled with excitement; he had aroused her desire. His lips covered hers

, his tongue entering her soft mouth. Ou Lingya responded passionately, anticipating.

She reached out to caress the man, slowly finding his thick, erect member beneath his trousers. He was

incredibly sexually attractive, and another wave of pleasure washed over her; she was ready to ecstasy again. She looked around,

hoping no one would disturb them. Just as she had planned, the elevator stopped safely between two floors;

if the engineers passed by again, it would be more than half an hour later. A little stimulation was enough

time .

Ou Lingya released the man's arms from her grasp and skillfully unzipped his trousers. He opened his mouth

without resistance… Ou Lingya thought that a man like this would find her way of making love

comfortable and familiar. He then began to pant, feeling Oulingya's soft fingers slip inside his

trousers, pulling out his erect penis.

"Great, baby!" Oulingya murmured, gently stroking his penis. "You

feel good, now let me see if you can feel even better."

She examined her "trophy" with satisfaction; though it wasn't very long, that didn't matter, because it was thick

and erect. When she first experienced that ecstasy there, she doubted whether she would have the energy to

fully enjoy this alluring "trophy." Oulingya's lips approached it, encircling it, and he

couldn't help but groan, grabbing her head and convulsively rubbing her hair, uttering incomprehensible

murmurs.

Oulingya couldn't understand his murmurs at all, but what did it matter? She wasn't there to have

a polite conversation with him. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of the young man's penis, tasting the semen

secreted , a salty flavor. Although she desperately wanted it, she didn't want it all too quickly

. She wanted a brief but exciting journey with him—one that would drive her wild and intoxicate her, one that would first

prepare him fully.

Her hand slid down his penis, grasping his two spherical seminal vesicles pressed between his

thighs . The vesicles lay beautifully "lying" in her palm, full and moist, like tropical fruit. This

sensation aroused her; a warm, wet liquid flowed between her legs, and her genitals twitched with

desire.

O'Lingya teased the young man for a while longer, wanting to intensify his desire

until it became uncontrollable, while she herself reveled in it. She repeatedly refused his penetration,

despite his attempts to satisfy his own desires and reach orgasm. He was a little annoyed, and a little disappointed,

but his annoyance and disappointment didn't deter her, because she understood: the longer this game went on,

the more pleasure he would enjoy when she finally "pitied" him.

When O'Lingya sensed the man was exhausted, her mouth finally took him. She saw his

genitals glistening, covered in saliva mixed with his own semen. This wild, fiery English

woman wouldn't let him leave so easily.

"Cheer up, lad!" O'Lingya commanded. "Look what I've brought you."

Her hand reached to her waist, pulling up her shirt to reveal a pair of red shorts, tight around her hips,

so short that even her dark brown, curly pubic hair peeked out from the edges. O'Lingya hastily pulled down

the shorts and kicked them off. She smiled slyly, the shorts brushing against the young man's face, revealing her moist,

fragrant genitals. The young man closed his eyes, lost in the woman's scent.

"Oh, God..."

O'Lingya leaned against the elevator wall, legs spread apart. Her hand slipped between her legs, caressing

her labia and clitoris. Before the young male elevator attendant was a "blooming flower," and

he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire in the moist, beautiful "garden." O'Lingya laughed lasciviously; now she was truly

ready to enjoy her pleasure…

When she lured the man to witness her performances to please him, the man's

gaze was lewd yet somewhat reluctant, while she reveled in it. She knew how much he wanted to

throw this shameless, frivolous woman onto the floor and take her, but something seemed to be

holding him back—this wasn't hard to guess. After all, this lady was a

popular , while he was merely an ordinary employee. At O'Lingya's slightest dissent, this kind

young man would have to obey.

However, if he could see through her thoughts, he would find his fear utterly inexplicable and

absurd. She simply wanted some physical pleasure from him. Besides, conquering such a

decisive and charming man was a delightful experience. And

there was no harm in letting such an energetic young man be tempted by a woman.

Now the poor lad's eyes were wide open, looking somewhat dejected. He lowered one hand to touch

his groin, but Ou Lingya shook her head sternly and pushed his hand away.

"Darling, you can't do that! Understand? In a moment, you'll be mine: I promise you,

I'll make you incredibly happy!"

Ou Lingya leaned against the elevator wall, her other hand's soft, nimble fingers gliding over her two protruding nipples,

caressing and kneading them, unable to contain her excitement. Through her wide eyes, she saw the man

staring at her yearningly, like a dog. Perfect! Yes, it's time!

"Young man, do you want me?" she asked slyly. "Let me experience your tongue first."

The man accepted its teasing without hesitation. He eagerly pounced on her feet, his face pressed

between her legs, feeling the warmth and moisture... It was already evening, his face resolute and excited.

His hard, erect penis finally pierced her body, a slight discomfort making her tremble.

"Lover, be gentle."

But Ou Lingya was still immersed in every minute of pleasure; she liked this man's somewhat rough caresses.

The young man thought he knew a thing or two about making love, but it turned out he

was a complete novice. It seemed no one had taught him how to subtly guide a woman to her desires; he

lacked that skill.

Well, he'd have to be a student and receive expert guidance from Ou Lingya.

Ou Lingya held his hand, gently but firmly guiding it, teaching him how to arouse her. "Here

—yes, right here. Touch here, with your hand, gently, like stroking a flower petal.

Now , put your fingers in…oh, perfect! Bit my nipple again, but…oh…so

gentle…ah…oh…"

Her student was so eager that she felt a little dizzy. Her orgasm came too suddenly and dissipated

too quickly; it was a pity, she had hoped it would last longer. But it didn't matter; there would be other

opportunities , in other places, with other men. And this man in front of her—she wasn't willing

to let him go home before she'd even satisfied herself.

Thinking this, Oulingya felt another surge of excitement, and lust followed; waves of desire rolled and

surged within her...

"Oh...yes! Conquer me..."

She stretched her legs as wide as she could, pressing her back against the elevator wall, welcoming his sliding tongue.

The tip of his tongue flickered back and forth against her labia...

"Ah, Jin Jiesi!"

She grabbed his head, his eyes burying deeper and deeper, pressing harder and harder against her vulva; the pleasure continued

. The wet fluid secreted from her body flowed into his mouth. He sucked thirstily, like

a greedy beast...

Exhaustion, along with the lingering warmth of excitement, washed over her, and she couldn't help but slide down, lying on the carpeted

floor , her knees spread, her alluring lower body fully exposed. Her desire for lovemaking was not yet fully

satisfied; she longed for a second, even a third, who could say how many times it would take, because Oulingya

was an unusual young woman: a woman who had sold her entire life to lust.

The floor was hard, making Oulingya feel uncomfortable. However, when her buttocks touched the wood shavings,

the floor became irresistibly alluring. Her genitals were stimulated anew, and she reached out her arms to

Jin Jiesi —the young elevator attendant.

"Lover, take me, take me now!"

Before she could utter a second cry, the young man grabbed her waist and lifted her until she was laid flat on the floor.

Her shirt reached her waist; her bare buttocks pressed heavily against the hard floor. He was by no means a fashionable

sex man; but when he laid her down and attacked her "blooming flower," he was filled with a primal, wild

desire.

Jin Jiesi thrust into her hungrily, repeatedly entering and exiting, and she let out pleasurable moans… He

was attractive, and she was glad she had kept him waiting for so long. He wouldn't last long, but she

was almost there too. Even with this thought, the slightest touch made her feel intoxicated and

her heart pounding.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, responding promptly to each of his powerful thrusts. Her

buttocks were chafed by the hard floor, but she enjoyed the slight discomfort; it only brought her new

pleasure.

"I'm going to cum, oh my god!" Jin Jiesi whispered. Ou Lingya felt his penis

growing . Then, a warm stream of white semen shot into her vagina, and Ou Lingya reached another

orgasm, convulsing as she gripped him…

Just as the orgasm slowly subsided, and Ou Lingya considered their next move,

the elevator lights flickered with a "click" and a "ding."

"The elevator's fixed, get up!" Jin Jiesi muttered, jumping up in a panic to straighten his clothes.

Ou Lingya, however, remained calm. She stood up from the floor, brushed off the dust, pulled down her lifted shirt,

and took her shorts from the elevator door handle, deftly stuffing them into her handbag. Ou Lingya then

quickly tied her golden hair into a ponytail. Undoubtedly, she looked presentable and poised.

Only her flushed cheeks betrayed a secret:

something had just happened between the elevator operator and this striking British lady in this very elevator.

The elevator was descending to the first floor, and Jin Jies grew increasingly flustered. O'Lingya blew a kiss to his genitals

, then swiftly tucked them into his trousers, zipping them up and

buttoning them , like she was handling a child.

"Just stand here, don't move!" she laughed. "Nobody will know, young man, if you don't want

them to."

Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor, and with a creak, the doors opened. O'Lingya didn't even

turn her head , heading straight for the hotel lounge. The travelers crowded towards the elevator, each with

a vague question in their minds: how could there be damp white spots on the burgundy carpet in the elevator? What were they? This was the only question

O'Lingya left for everyone to ponder. The elevator operator followed O'Lingya.

"Ah, dear lady! Everything is fine. I'm so sorry about the elevator—this

has never ! Oh, by the way, are you satisfied with your room? I personally chose it for you.

You'll enjoy some beautiful views of Paris through the window."

The waiter's face flushed slightly. Ou Lingya found him amusing. She was engrossed in ordering a

morning newspaper , wondering if he would be

satisfied if she weren't a sexy blonde. Would he smell the elevator? It was an intriguing thought, and a slight smile

crossed her face. And then…

"Oh, yes, thank you. The room is indeed very nice, but there's a problem with the showerhead. Could you have it

fixed as soon as possible?"

"Of course, miss. I'm very sorry about that. Or, I could change your room."

"No, thank you; there's no need. I'd like to go back to my room and rest now. See you later, sir."

She stood up and stepped back into the elevator, confident that her swaying hips had once again caught the young man's

attention. She was certain that if he also fell for her, the showerhead would be fixed much faster.

Her room number was 618, on the sixth floor. The view was indeed beautiful—a row of stylish villas outside the window, and

the Poysde Bridge in the distance—but Eulenja hadn't come to Paris to admire the scenery. She took off

her clothes and lay on the bed, thinking again of the question that constantly plagued her. She immediately made a decision

…she would succeed—no matter the effort, she would succeed. Although Eulenja had a foreign name,

she grew up in England. Her father was French, and her mother was English. Her mother died when she was very young, and she

grew up with her father. Her father—Oliver—was a remarkable banker. In England, he was known as

a cultured philanthropist, but later, his financial acumen was

replaced by another unusual skill: because Oliver was also a very charismatic adventurer, he became

the object of pursuit for noble ladies and lustful women wherever he went. Oliver indulged in this game of pursuit; he was admired and flattered

by society , no longer the banker he once was.

Beneath his seemingly successful life lay a hidden sorrow:

the neglect of one person—his daughter, Ollinga.

Oliver had once been an arrogant young man, confident in his abilities. When he heard of the

mysterious "Great Love Demon" organization, he knew he had to do anything to join it.

No one had ever openly declared their desire to become a member—because all its activities

were highly secretive—but its members were said to be the most experienced and stimulating sex addicts in the world.

They were passionate about it, even willing to go through fire and water for it.

Oliver's life was completely changed upon discovering this mysterious "Great Love Demon" organization.

He immediately had a new goal: to pursue this mysterious organization no matter what, to endure its arduous

trials until he became a member.

He searched for ten years, and finally, his dream became a reality. One night in North Africa, a

man in a formal suit met him and asked Oliver if he still wanted to join the "Great Love

Demon giving him seven tasks to complete. He successfully completed the first six tasks, but failed the seventh.

They abandoned him immediately, and he lost all contact with the organization. Because in their organization,

there were no second chances.

Oliver was devastated and some say he later died of excessive grief.

One day, young Olinga sat beside her father, listening to him recount his glorious past, how he

almost became a member of the organization.

"Father, one day, I will join the 'Great Love Demon' organization!" Olinga declared loudly. "I will

become a member, and on that day, you will be proud of me."

But Oliver shook his head.

"Child, you are brave, but you must abandon this foolish idea. No woman has ever joined

this organization."

Olinga looked at her father with wide, bright emerald eyes.

"Then I will be the first," she declared.

Ten years later, O'Lingya arrived at this extremely luxurious Parisian hotel, awaiting the opportunity she

had longed for . Legend had it that the headquarters of the "Great Love Demon" organization was located in Paris. Perhaps, after so many attempts

, she would be lucky enough to find it; perhaps, this time she would succeed.

"Wait, observe, listen," her father had told her weeks before his death. "

Be patient. If you are prepared, he will summon you. Even if he doesn't, you must

wait quietly." Easier

said than done, O'Lingya mused. But she was not good at waiting. Once she

saw what she wanted, she would obtain it immediately, even if it meant going to heaven or sea, especially anything related to sex.

She was sexually admiring, and since men worshipped her, she could steadily pursue her desires. For the past few years,

she had served as an agent for an international businessman, a business transaction that provided her with ample time for pleasure.

She had a vague feeling that she might be about to accept a challenge "given" to her by an organization. Why, oh

why , haven't they contacted her yet? This is her third visit to Paris in the past few months, yet still

no news.

Fortunately, she's always had work. Tomorrow she's starting work at a small private art gallery, where

she's acquired some works from unknown artists at auction. But what will she do after that?

She touches her body, unable to help but think of that handsome elevator operator and his captivating

physique. He's charming; she wishes he were here with her now, wishing she could see his breathtaking

muscles and the outline of his erect penis in his trousers. He's incredibly virile; she longs to bite him again,

to relive that moment in the elevator…

Instinctively, she reaches between her legs, relaxing them. Another wave of pleasure washes over her, recalling

the joy of that afternoon in the elevator. Her right hand reaches for her breasts, beginning to knead her nipples. Her nipples are extremely sensitive, full and firm.

They need to be touched and kissed; even the gentle summer breeze arouses them.

Oulingya rubbed her fingers between her labia for a while, and it became wet again...

Her fingers touched her clitoris, which became hard and aroused, ready to be caressed.

She didn't know what it would feel like to rub her genitals raw, so she inserted a small silver ring into

the most sensitive part of her genitals. Her friend had done this before and told her it felt wonderful. Oh, it was still

an adventure she had never experienced. Well, she could try it when she returned to England.

Instantly, pleasure washed over her entire body and mind, overflowing. Her breathing became rapid, and her fingertips instinctively

rubbed .

How she longed for an endless night, a night of endless lovemaking. Even if her lover was cruel,

she would still beg for his mercy. She was a horse, to be "ridden" by her master, regardless of night or

day .

"May I come in, Miss!"

Oulingya suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head, and saw someone standing outside the door. A dark-skinned, muscular

man , probably in his thirties, hesitated before entering, one hand gripping the doorknob, the other carrying a canvas toy.

He was shirtless, still wearing blue jeans, despite the sweltering July heat.

So, this must be the showerhead repairman! She glanced at him sideways, looking him up and down.

Hmm… not bad, a firm buttock, broad shoulders, muscular arms. He wasn't very tall,

but the bulge in the front of his jeans suggested he was a real man. Or perhaps, her pleasure wasn't over yet.

"Oh, miss, I'm sorry, if you're resting, I'll leave—"

"No, no! It's nothing, come in. I'll show you what's wrong with the showerhead."

She slowly got out of bed, confident that this young, handsome Frenchman had ample opportunity to feast his eyes on her naked

body—one he'd never seen before. She wondered how long he'd been standing there, whether he'd seen her arousing herself.

She picked up a bathrobe from the chair and casually draped it over herself. But the bathrobe had no belt, and with each

step she took, it billowed, revealing the curves of her breasts, her long, smooth legs, and the gold-red rolled-up

thong .

O'Lingya gave the repairman a sly smile; he was nervously swallowing, his hands gripping the toolbox

so his knuckles were trembling. O'Lingya couldn't help but wonder

what it would feel like if his strong hand reached for her thigh.

"Here, sir," she said, leading him into the dimly lit, windowless bathroom.

As they passed the bathroom door, her silk-robed buttocks brushed against the young man's

jeans . She wasn't mistaken; his manhood was hot, hard, and throbbing.

But he was hesitant; she could sense his fear. Oh, if she wanted him, she'd have to find

a way to break this awkward silence.

She slipped into the bathroom and reached for the showerhead. Her silk bathrobe immediately opened, revealing her

shapely breasts, the result of her frequent sunbathing.

She turned on the shower, but nothing came out.

"See? No water. The showerhead is broken. Can you figure something out?"

"I think... I'll try."

He squatted down, toolbox in hand, checking the pipes. O'Lingya trembled with excitement.

Looking down, she saw a head of brown curly hair, small curls clinging to his brown neck. His shoulders

were broad and strong, his physique well-defined. She wanted to touch him, kiss him, caress him...

She couldn't resist the urge and reached out, gently stroking the back of his head. His skin

was hot , dry, and full of vitality, like someone who had spent the whole day in the sun returning to a cool night,

seeking pleasure.

At her gentle touch, he paused, looked up, and stared at her suspiciously. O'Lingya smiled,

a strange little flame flickering in his dark brown eyes. She knew he understood her meaning.

The repairman lowered his head again, as if nothing had happened, and continued checking the pipes. O'Lingya felt frustrated.

She wanted to tease him, she wanted to rip off his clothes and force him to make love to her. But everything went wrong.

Perhaps he was a reserved man, but she instinctively sensed that this young man knew a great deal about the game of lovemaking.

He explained to O'Lingya, "Faucet... what do you say in English?... 'Clogged'?"

"Yes, clogged, is the faucet clogged?"

"Yes, so you have no water."

"Can you fix it?"

"Yes... I can... I'll try."

He stood up and moved toward the showerhead. O'Lingya watched him with desire. His movements were poetic, his muscles

strong and powerful. With such a beautiful and muscular back, he must have an irresistible allure. After a while,

he stepped back, proudly extending his arms.

"It's done!"

"You fixed it! Oh, thank you so much!"

Ou Lingya gratefully kissed his cheek, her right hand sliding down his body, taking the opportunity to touch his

firm buttocks.

The repairman pulled away from her touch, reached for the showerhead, and hot water sprayed down, flowing onto the floor.

It was hot, Ou Lingya thought, a cold shower would be better, especially since she was currently unbearably hot. Besides, she really

wanted to take a bath, and it would be a waste to waste so much water.

She quickly took off her bathrobe, which slid to the floor, leaving the repairman speechless, his

two brown eyes wide open. He was probably more than twenty-five years old, but he looked like a guilty

high school student, as if he was seeing a woman's naked body for the first time, but was afraid of being caught by the headmistress.

"I have to try it myself," she explained.

She walked into the bathtub, and the repairman stood there staring at her, unsure whether to stay

or apologize and leave. He had never seen a woman like her before.

No one suspected it wasn't a coincidence; as her hand reached for the showerhead, she trembled with excitement,

almost believing she hadn't meant to. Just as she expected, the young repairman took the bait.

"Miss!"

he cried, standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, trembling as he was. She responded to his touch, guiding

his hands.

He whispered in her ear, kissing the back of her head and caressing her golden breasts. They intertwined

, moving deeper into the tub, and he turned the showerhead to its maximum, the water

cascading over them like rain from a tropical rainforest.

O'Lingya's back pressed against his chest; she felt him. She turned to face him, repeatedly

rubbing her fingertips against him, and he was lost in pleasure… so was she.

Her nipples were hard and erect, and her vulva was secreting fluid, mingling with the spray of water…

She moaned urgently, “Take off your clothes!”

He reluctantly released her and stepped out of the bath. Instantly, she was filled with desire again… She

didn’t turn around; she didn’t want to spoil the moment. She turned her face towards the spray, closed her eyes, and let the water flow over her

face and chest.

A few seconds later he was there, pulling her close urgently yet gently.

“I want you,” he said urgently.

“Give it to me…”

He parted her buttocks; she anticipated his penetration, but he didn’t. A bar of soap slid down her…

Between her legs, he rubbed back and forth skillfully, the sensation sending shivers down her spine, a flame of desire engulfing her

entire body …

“Oh, yes! Give it to me, faster, give it to me…”

He expertly caressed her, one hand stroking her breasts, the other slipping into her vagina, rubbing it

just right , bringing her to the peak of pleasure again and again.

She reached another climax, her body convulsing, a stream of fluid flowing from her lower body, the soap inside her sliding out

and falling into the drain.

Exhausted, she leaned against him, moaning. But he still had enough energy to handle her; her passion

invigorated him. He quickly entered her again…

Oulingya moaned happily, letting the pleasure spread through every cell of her body…

After all, today was a truly blissful day.

That evening, Oulingya lay lazily on the treetops of the hotel, watching television absentmindedly. The television

was filled with poorly dubbed period dramas in Spanish, game shows, and endless meetings.

French television hadn't improved since her last visit. The elevator operator and repairman had provided

some amusement, but that was hours ago. Eurynja was incredibly bored; she longed for a

man by her side.

Then a program caught her attention. It was a local variety show. She turned up

the volume and listened intently.

"Tonight, at the Theatre de la Tambo, the controversial hypnotist Mel will be performing. His

performances have caused a sensation in major European cities. The show starts at eleven o'clock, and there are still tickets available for

150 francs each…"

Eurynja thought happily, "That's for me." She turned off the television, got out of bed, and headed

straight for the Theatre de la Tambo.

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