If Heaven Has Feelings, Chapters 95-101

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Chapter 95
When I returned to the Shangri-La Hotel, it was almost noon. Bai Liyuan hadn't gotten up yet. Feeling a little guilty, I took a shower, pulled back the covers, and lay down next to her, embracing her warm and fragrant body as I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, it was around two in the afternoon. Her unique fragrance still lingered on my pillow. Bai Liyuan was already up and busy in the room. Feeling a little embarrassed, I went to the living room to enjoy the takeout she had ordered from Xiao Nan Guo.
Although Bai Liyuan didn't ask where I had been last night, judging from the faint smile on her face and the occasional sly glint in her eyes, she definitely thought I had been with Vera Su. But I wasn't in a hurry to correct this misunderstanding, lest she become jealous again.
I relayed the information I had gathered. Bai Liyuan was also quite shocked by Mei Yu's actions and intentions, but she maintained that it was merely a temporary measure by Mei Yu, and that she must have some unspeakable difficulties. Although she considerately sided with Mei Yu and said many kind words, I could see from her eyes that neither of us was very optimistic about the matter.
I tried to contact Mei Yu and her daughter again, but there was no new progress, which made me increasingly impatient. I wondered if I should simply use the channels in Yanjing City to find them, but I didn't want to tie myself too closely to them. I didn't want to owe them too much. Although they currently had no conflict of interest with me, in the political arena, nothing is permanent.
As evening approached, my phone finally beeped with a message. I eagerly opened it and saw a text from Yang Naijin. It read: "Come to the 8th floor of the Jun'an Club at 8 PM tonight. Remember to wear formal attire."
The message was short and ambiguous, leaving me still completely confused. After sending the message, Yang Naijin remained silent. I replied to her several times, but they all disappeared without a trace. This made me worry about her situation, but at least she had given me a direction. No matter what awaited me that night, whether it be a perilous journey or a trap, I had to go and see.
I arrived at the Junan Club half an hour early. This eight-story building is located in Junan Street, the most prosperous and representative area of Beijing. The gray building with its antique-style eaves still retains the style of the 1990s. Its exterior looks somewhat outdated compared to the endless stream of modern high-rise buildings. However, only a few people who have been inside know how magnificent the interior decoration is. Those who can enter and leave are even rarer, with a membership fee of over $100,000. Therefore, those who frequent this place are all extremely wealthy and powerful.
I learned about the Junan Club beforehand and then walked around the building a few times to understand its structure. The building is an early design, and although it has undergone several renovations, the overall structural layout has not changed much. So, although there are many security guards in the building, the security system is still relatively outdated. I took advantage of the gaps in the security guards' shifts and slipped into the building from the kitchen on the ground floor, taking advantage of a loophole in the surveillance system. Perhaps out of consideration for the members, the building's checks on guests were strict on the outside but lenient on the inside. I easily found the lobby on the 8th floor.
The hall was entirely in an American style, decorated with extreme luxury and grandeur. A large mahogany staircase led to the second floor, its railing adorned with two armless Western nude beauties. The walls were covered with exquisitely framed oil paintings depicting scenes of aristocratic life in modern Europe. A magnificent crystal chandelier cast its light into the bustling hall.
I had already changed into a black suit, presenting myself impeccably. With my fit and upright physique, no one questioned my identity as I walked through the hall. However, when I noticed that most of the men wore plain bow ties, I realized my black tie wasn't quite formal attire, though no one pointed this out.
The men were all impeccably dressed, chatting and laughing, while the women, in flowing gowns, moved gracefully through the air. The sight of them in their elegant dresses was dazzling, but the most striking woman of the evening was not hard to spot.
In the lower right corner of the mahogany grand staircase, three men in formal attire stood talking, wine glasses in hand. All three were over forty, but tall and distinguished, appearing to be successful individuals in their respective fields. They were chatting animatedly with a woman whose figure I knew all too well.
Her back was to me; I could only see her slender, white neck, like a swan's, and her large, round hair piled high on her head like a flower bud, with occasional glimpses of feminine chestnut brown in her smooth, black hair. She was wearing what appeared to be a Givenchy off-the-shoulder halter-neck gown. The pure black silk fabric extended upwards from her slender waist, tapering noticeably above her chest to form an inverted V-shape. The halter neck was a ring woven from silver thread, like a shimmering silver necklace draped over her fair and slender neck. Apart from the large V-shape cut from the silk fabric and the silver halter neck, the back was entirely open, exposing most of her flawless, ice-white back. A long, smoky gray scarf hung from her two long, snow-white arms, wrapping perfectly around her back, covering most of it, but still faintly revealing her two beautiful, slender white shoulder blades.
Although the silk gown she wore wasn't form-fitting, her waist, cinched at the waist, was still incredibly slender. The long, pure black silk skirt cascaded down from her waist and hips, almost touching the floor, before settling into 11-centimeter stiletto sandals. These delicate heels made her slender figure appear even taller, allowing her to look directly at the three men beside her. From afar, she looked like an extraordinary, haughty, and noble queen.
I knew exactly who she was. Even without seeing her face, there weren't many women whose mere silhouette could captivate me, and the one standing before me was one of them. I loosened my slightly tight tie, took a glass of red wine from a passing waiter, and walked over with my head held high.
"Aunt Mei, good evening," I greeted her only when I was close enough.
My intervention caused the three men to stop. They all turned to look at this uninvited guest, their eyes filled with arrogance and impatience. But my gaze was as deep and calm as ice, meeting their eyes head-on without flinching.
When she saw me, a flicker of surprise seemed to cross Mei Yu's phoenix eyes, but she quickly regained her cool and indifferent demeanor. She gave me a slight nod and said softly, "Gao Yan, hello."
Perhaps sensing the questions in the other three men's eyes, she raised her wine glass slightly and introduced them to me one by one. While their names weren't household names, I had heard of them on television or in other media.
One of them, a thin, balding man named Li Xitong, was about seventy years old. His slender frame barely filled out his dark blue tuxedo. He was the chairman of China Merchants Bank Group, a veteran figure in the domestic financial world.
Another tall man wearing gold-rimmed glasses had a typical northern Chinese square face. His imposing figure, clad in a black tuxedo, revealed a noticeable belly. This man was Shen Enming, a ministerial-level official in charge of domestic ideological propaganda.
The last man, with graying hair, was Huo Jianguo, a former famous Hong Kong shipping magnate who now held a high position in the CPPCC. He was tall but had a healthy tan from years of exercise, and wore a white tuxedo and a white bow tie.
When it was my turn to be introduced, Mei Yu seemed to pause for about a second, as if reorganizing her thoughts, but she quickly spoke.
"This is Gao Yan, my sister's son. He just returned from studying in the United States."
The three men nodded politely, but didn't even glance at me. It seemed Mei Yu's introduction hadn't earned me any points. But I didn't pay attention to them. I sensed that Mei Yu wasn't claiming to be Yang Naijin's boyfriend in front of outsiders as she had before. What was wrong? Someone as observant as her wouldn't change her address without a reason.
I was somewhat absent-minded, so I didn't say much, but in reality, I couldn't join the conversation. They were discussing political and business topics, which weren't my area of expertise. I could only stand there like a fool, my eyes glued to Mei Yu.
From the front, you could completely understand the men's gazes. Mei Yu was truly radiant tonight; her beauty was indescribable. Her smooth, black hair, with chestnut highlights at the ends, was combed back and gathered into a high bun on top of her head. A delicate platinum crown adorned the large, flower-bud-like bun, decorated with a row of dazzling pearls. This made her slender, oval face appear even longer. Beneath her high, arched eyebrows were a pair of clear, bright phoenix eyes. Below her long, straight nose were two thin lips painted with a light nude lip gloss. On each of her white jade-carved earlobes were a thumb-sized pearl stud. The bright white pearls emitted a soft glow, making her fair, translucent skin appear even more noble.
A three-strand silver pearl necklace adorned her long, slender, white neck, its shimmering pearls accentuating her graceful, swan-like figure. Two beautiful collarbones peeked out from the narrow halter neck fabric. The smooth black silk dress fitted her perfectly, highlighting her small yet firm breasts, which formed round nipples beneath the silk. Only I knew how smooth and soft the two mounds of white flesh beneath them were. On each of her slender, white arms were a pair of smooth black satin elbow-length gloves, extending only to her middle finger. Half of her palm was covered by thin black lace, leaving her five daffodil-petal-white fingers exposed, adding to her elegant and noble air under the light.
Her slender, jade-like hand gently caressed the long stem of the burgundy glass, while her other hand clutched a rectangular silver snakeskin handbag. The fine, delicate texture of the high-quality snakeskin was understated, but the two black diamonds on the white gold clasp indicated its considerable value. Yet, in Mei Yu's hands, it looked perfectly harmonious, as if any jewels were overshadowed by her radiance.
Apart from me, all the other men present were vying to impress her. Each man was eloquent and eloquent, displaying their successful manners, wealth, and status. They were like three knights armed from head to toe, surrounding a dignified and noble queen, sparing no expense and employing various tactics to win her favor.
However, their eager expressions and actions at most earned them only a faint smile from Mei Yu. Mei Yu didn't say much. She just stood there quietly, occasionally tilting her head and raising her neck, her serene phoenix eyes darting around. Every man present felt she was looking at them, each feeling smug and different, then they chattered on and on like they were on steroids.
I stared at her profile, her long eyelashes fluttering occasionally, the unintentional smile at the corner of her mouth, the swan-like neck moving up and down—all of this made my heart flutter. I knew very well her body beneath her black silk dress; her silky smooth skin had trembled gently in my hands, her slender, porcelain-like body had swayed beneath me, her soft, thin lips had uttered melodious moans for me. All of this was originally mine alone; this peerless beauty should have belonged to me.
But she had escaped my grasp. Regardless of her initial intentions, this was a betrayal to me. I could not tolerate my woman slipping out of my control; I would never allow it.
I had no patience left to listen to those old men's nonsense. I tapped my wine glass with my fingernail, the crisp sound drawing everyone's attention, including Mei Yu, who hadn't paid any attention to me. The men's eyes held a hint of annoyance at being disturbed by some nobody. I didn't care what they thought. I simply looked at Mei Yu and said, "Aunt Mei, I have something I want to tell you. Can we talk in private?"
Mei Yu's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She said expressionlessly, "Gao Yan, I'm talking with some uncles. If it's not urgent, can we talk another day?"
Although her words were polite, they carried an irritating coldness. Whether intentionally or not, she reverted to her role as an elder, as if to clarify our relationship.
Anger simmered within me. I could no longer tolerate Mei Yu's words and actions. I frowned slightly, my voice still low, and said, "This is urgent; we must speak immediately."
Perhaps sensing the fire in my eyes, Mei Yu seemed to detect a hint of danger. A flicker of worry crossed her phoenix eyes. She raised her wine glass and said apologetically to the other three, "Excuse me, I must leave now. See you later."
The three couldn't say anything, so they simply nodded and watched Mei Yu and I turn and leave. Their gazes remained fixed on Mei Yu's retreating figure until we disappeared into the crowd. After
turning away, Mei Yu became like a cold, jade statue again. She didn't even glance at me, walking slowly on her own. As if she knew I would follow, she deliberately avoided the bustling crowd, circling the corner of the wall and ascending the large mahogany staircase. I followed silently behind her.
As she ascended the stairs, her slender, white fingers, clad in black satin lace fingerless gloves, gripped the hem of her long black dress. Her two long, shapely legs swayed gracefully beneath the skirt. Although she wore 11-centimeter stiletto sandals, her movements were effortless and elegant with every step. From any angle, she was an impeccably beautiful woman, making my lower body feel hot.
Mei Yu seemed very familiar with the layout of the place. She led me to a lounge in a corner on the second floor. I closed the heavy mahogany door, silencing the music and voices outside. Now, only the two of us remained inside.
This was a room of over 100 square meters with a high ceiling. The furniture and decorations were all in a classical style, and there was a soft scarlet carpet underfoot. A large, dark red bookcase stood against the wall, with a wide, large desk in the center. Behind the desk hung a long, heavy oil painting that completely covered half of the wall. Several armchairs were scattered around the room, making it look like a members-only library. No wonder the soundproofing was so good.
Mei Yu placed her wine glass on the desk, crossed her arms, which were clad in black satin lace fingerless gloves, and looked at me with a cold gaze. She said indifferently, "Gao Yan, you can tell me now. What is it?"
"You know why you did this?" I took a step forward.
"What do you mean, 'why'? What do you want to say? Please hurry up." Mei Yu looked at me coldly, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
"How long do you intend to keep your deal with Lü Jiang a secret from me?" I was getting a little angry too.
"You knew?" Mei Yu was slightly surprised, a hint of caution flashing in her eyes. She quickly continued, "It must have been Cao Yamin who told you."
I didn't deny it. She shook her head slightly, a touch of disdain on her lips. "This makes you angry? Have you ever thought about why he would tell you?"
"Why?" I asked casually, but my heart skipped a beat. Something felt off. Mei Yu's attitude puzzled me. She didn't seem guilty as I had expected. Didn't she realize that this act of betrayal would anger me?
"Have you considered why he told you before the matter was even settled? He knew about this all along, but why didn't he tell you sooner or later, choosing to inform you only after the court verdict? Didn't you have any suspicions?" Mei Yu tilted her head slightly, a mocking smile playing on her rosy lips.
I felt somewhat discouraged by her gaze; my initial anger and resentment had vanished. After a moment's thought, I found Cao Yamin's behavior increasingly suspicious. If he wanted to inform me, he should have done so much earlier, giving me time to discuss it with Mei Yu. If he opposed this, he shouldn't have cooperated with Mei Yu's actions, and there would have been no leaking of information. Instead, he secretly cooperated with Mei Yu, and then informed me after the fact. This approach had no impact on the whole affair, except—except for creating a rift between Mei Yu and me.
Before this, I hadn't thought deeply about Cao Yamin's actions. I was already disoriented by Mei Yu's departure, losing my usual sharpness. Now, looking back, Cao Yamin's behavior seemed rather strange.
What was his purpose? What benefit could he gain from it? My brows furrowed.
"It's come to this, there's no need to say too much. It's getting late, think it over yourself." Seeing me deep in thought, Mei Yu picked up her wine glass and was about to leave.
"Wait." I snapped out of my reverie and reached out to stop her.
"What else do you want?" Mei Yu said impatiently.
"You still haven't told me why you made that deal with Lü Jiang. This should be my decision."
"Why? You actually ask me why?" Mei Yu's fingers trembled as she held the wine glass, spilling a few drops of dark red wine onto her delicate, white hands, like drops of blood.
"My husband, the father of my child, is still in prison. Everything I did was to save him. Did I do something wrong?" Mei Yu's face remained calm and composed. Although her tone was sharp, her voice was as cold and clear as ever.
"Then you should have asked for my opinion first." I was hesitant to answer. Mei Yu's actions were morally unassailable. I already knew her answer, but what I resented was her attitude towards me.
"Asked for your opinion? Have you considered anything for my husband? Have you cared about the members of our family? Besides playing with women, have you thought about anything else?" Mei Yu became more and more agitated as she spoke. She bit her thin lower lip tightly, almost drawing blood.
I was speechless. Honestly, I hadn't put much effort into Yang Xiaopeng's case. On one hand, I thought it was pointless to confront the Huaihai City judicial system; on the other hand, I didn't actually want Yang Xiaopeng to get out of trouble quickly, especially after I took Mei Yu's body. This desire became increasingly strong and uncontrollable. I even vaguely hoped that Yang Xiaopeng would just stay in prison, so I could maintain my relationship with Mei Yu without any scruples.
"Even so, it doesn't mean you have the right to deal with Lü Tian. His fate should be decided by me," I said, feigning strength.
"Yes, you did all of these things. You have the right to." Mei Yu had maintained her haughty demeanor, but she softened slightly at this moment. She shook her head slightly and sighed, "Gao Yan, whether for me or for other reasons, you have indeed done a lot. Jin'er and I are very grateful to you."
"Grateful? That's not the word I want." I felt annoyed again. Every word Mei Yu spoke seemed to be deliberately mocking me. It was hard to imagine that after everything we had been through, we could talk to each other with such indifference.
"What else do you want? You've already gotten my body, you've achieved your goal, can't you just let me go?" Mei Yu placed the wine glass in her hand on the table. Her soft white hands, clad in black satin lace fingerless gloves, were held in front of her chest. Her body language seemed to be pleading with me, but her eyes made my heart ache.
"Aunt Mei, you know, I want much more than just your body." I felt my throat trembling, but I still took a step forward resolutely and said in a hoarse voice.
"I love you, I want you to be my woman..."
"Stop talking, stop talking..." Before I could finish, Mei Yu covered her ears and screamed hysterically, as if she didn't want to hear a single word I said. This was a side of Mei Yu I had never seen before; it seemed all her previous reserve had been shattered by my words.
At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself. I stepped forward and pulled Mei Yu into my arms. Mei Yu struggled desperately, pinching me with her long, sharp nails and stepping on me with the heels of her high-heeled sandals, but nothing could make me pull away. My arms held her tightly like iron rings, and as I leaned down to kiss her snow-white neck, I kept telling her how much I longed for her.
"Gao Yan, stop doing this. We can't keep making mistakes." Mei Yu resisted fiercely, but her voice unconsciously weakened.
I noticed the change in the woman in my arms. Although her attitude was resolute, her body involuntarily betrayed her inner thoughts. Our bodies were so familiar with each other that it seemed as if we were each other's imprint, and that we would merge upon contact.
She leaned against my arm, and I leaned down to find her smooth, luscious lips. Mei Yu clenched her teeth tightly, letting me lick them endlessly, but that didn't matter. I was already familiar with every curve of her lips, every shape of her pearly white teeth. I kissed them gently, patiently, and with a touch of domineering, savoring her fragrant, soft lips with my tongue.
The reward came faster than I expected. Mei Yu's slender, smooth body writhed slightly in my arms. She probably didn't even realize that her clenched teeth had crumbled without her noticing. I seized the opportunity to invade her mouth with my tongue. It was too late for her to close her mouth again. My wicked tongue had already burrowed into her narrow mouth and began to greedily stir and roll, tirelessly demanding Mei Yu's fragrant nectar.
When my large hand pressed against her firm, full breasts through her silk clothing, Mei Yu seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream. She mustered the last bit of consciousness in her body and pushed against my chest forcefully. At the same time, I felt a sharp pain on the tip of my tongue. Mei Yu had bitten me.
My arms loosened their grip on her, and Mei Yu seized the opportunity to break free. She lifted the hem of her long dress and stumbled towards the door. Her 11-centimeter stiletto sandals made her figure slender, but they couldn't make her run faster. Just as her hands reached for the doorknob, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.
One centimeter, just one centimeter short, Mei Yu thought desperately. If she could just turn the doorknob and get out of this confined room, the crowd outside would stop the man. But it was all too late. The man's arms were firmly around her slender waist, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach the doorknob.
Next, Mei Yu felt her legs lift off the ground instantly. The feeling of weightlessness made her scream, but no one outside could hear her. This reading room had the best soundproofing, with soundproof panels and sound-absorbing foam ensuring members had undisturbed private space. However, this was not a good thing for Mei Yu at this moment. She secretly regretted that she should not have brought a man into this room.
But it was too late. She was already in the man's grasp. Knowing his personality, he wouldn't let any of his prey escape. Perhaps she should have avoided him earlier, but would he give up? Mei Yu had no confidence. When a man went berserk, he was reckless. She was afraid he might do something excessive; in this respect, he was still a child.
However, this child possessed a physique far exceeding that of an adult. His arms were so strong that she felt like a little girl in his hands. He easily lifted her back into the house. She had never been used to this feeling of being dominated, but each time she helplessly fell into his grasp. This time was no exception. His arm rubbed against her lower abdomen through the silk fabric, and a warm current emanated from his arm. She knew very well what the man intended for her.
"No, no! Let me go!" Mei Yu struggled in my arms like a startled bird. Her upper body was completely under my control; all she could do was kick her long legs in the air. The hem of her black silk dress billowed high, and her two delicate, white legs flapped like bird wings. The 11-centimeter stiletto sandals on her feet were particularly eye-catching. These sandals were entirely ebony black, with two thin straps intertwined across her feet. On her crescent-shaped, slender insteps, adorned a white silk camellia, just like her feet, exuding an elegant and charming aura.
Before she knew it, Mei Yu found herself being put down, but she landed in front of the large French window opposite the door. Outside the clean, bright glass was a deep and enchanting night sky, and the traffic flowing along Jun'an Street below resembled a giant dragon adorned with crystal. The night outside was beautiful, and looking at herself, it felt as if she were about to merge into it.
But something felt off. Her hands were pressed against the glass; the cool touch of the glass cleared her head, but a large, burning object was pressed against her back. The shape of that rod was familiar—like a long, red-hot iron—moving and searing her buttocks. The heat seemed to conduct, inexplicably reaching her abdomen. She felt a faint warmth in her lower abdomen, something restless teasing her. She felt contractions there, that long-lost tingling, itchy sensation returning.
"Gao Yan, I have a husband, I have a daughter. How can I face them like this?" Mei Yu's pleas were weak and feeble, but my response was more direct. I guided her to spread her legs and stand by the window.
Mei Yu felt a chill on her lower body. She knew her dress had been lifted by the man, leaving her naked except for her pale white silk panties. Then, the only covering she had was ripped off, and his hot, hard penis was inserted between her legs, pressing against her private parts.
"Gao Yan, please, spare me," Mei Yu murmured in a daze, knowing it was futile but still making one last effort.
"Aunt Mei, I only love you, I won't hurt you," the man's voice was sincere, but his will was unwavering. Then she realized her hands were pressed against the glass, the man's hands against the back of hers. The warmth from his palms felt comfortable, but it restricted her movement. Mei Yu felt completely dominated by the man.
"No, you're hurting me by doing this." Mei Yu wanted to scream in her heart, but she couldn't say it out loud, because the thing that had been lingering at the entrance of her honeypot for so long had finally entered. She had already seen the length and size of that thing before; it always gave her the extreme feeling of both love and hate.
This time was no exception. She felt that huge fleshy stem slowly penetrate, her private petals being squeezed apart. The male root, which she hadn't had for some time, was still so thick and so hard. Mei Yu felt that the man had already occupied her lower body, his male root filling her flower path completely. That feeling of fullness gave her a special sense of security.
Damn it, what was she thinking? Mei Yu cursed herself inwardly. The man was violating her now, so why didn't she feel humiliated? When she left the man's house last time, didn't she make up her mind to end this ambiguous relationship and return herself and her daughter to a normal life? Why couldn't she stick to it? She let the man's slightest pressure throw her off balance.
However, the sensations emanating from her private parts were so real. The man's enormous penis had already begun to move. Mei Yu could clearly feel the man's thighs slapping against her buttocks, the lewd "slap slap slap" echoing in the room. Fortunately, the soundproofing was quite good. Mei Yu inexplicably thought of this, which made her even more ashamed.
I let out a low growl from my throat in pleasure. The tightness and pressure from Mei Yu's narrow passage were unparalleled. Every time I had sex with her, it brought a completely new, virgin-like feeling, making it impossible to believe that the woman beneath me was old enough to be my mother. At first, my large penis was almost sucked in and difficult to pull out. After a few thrusts, a large amount of honey-like fluid flowed out for lubrication, making it much easier. After a brief moment of daze, I immediately came back to my senses, holding her plump, white, heart-shaped buttocks with both hands and thrusting forcefully.
The man's enormous penis was so long that it penetrated deep into her flower core with each thrust. The huge glans always seemed to want to drill into her flower chamber, and the coronal sulcus scraped against the folds of flesh on the walls of her vaginal canal. That long-lost pleasure returned, and since it had been some time since she had felt it, the sensation was even clearer and deeper. Mei Yu felt the tender flesh of her flower core begin to tremble, and she was getting wet down there. Mei Yu bit her lower lip in shame.
"Mei, you are my woman, I will never give you up." The man whispered behind her. Mei Yu didn't know how to respond, but she didn't have time to respond either, because the man had ripped off the halter of her long dress, and her strapless, moon-white silk bra was quickly unhooked, leaving her snow-white, jade-like upper body bare to the air. With the waves of impact coming from behind, Mei Yu's upper body leaned forward more and more. She felt her breasts trembling, and the two hard, erect nipples kept hitting the glass, feeling a little cool. It felt strange, but also quite comfortable.
I was dressed in a neat suit shirt, my trousers pulled down to below my knees, my naked, hairy genitals thrusting rapidly. My massive, arm-thick penis repeatedly entered and exited between Mei Yu's snowy buttocks. The hem of her black silk gown had been lifted up to her back, and her two snow-white, heart-shaped buttocks were faintly tinged with a vibrant, beautiful pink under my thrusts. Her jade-like feet were encased in 11-centimeter stiletto camellia sandals, making her two slender, white legs appear even longer and more exquisite. The 11-centimeter stilettos created a beautiful arc from her toes to her ankles, and her ten smooth, translucent toes, like jade, were slightly curled at the crescent-shaped toe box, indicating that the woman was in a state of extreme arousal.
Mei Yu leaned against the glass, her long, slender, jade-like fingernails unconsciously gripping the surface. Her snow-white arms occasionally bumped against the window, as if enduring the impacts coming from behind. The pearl crown on her large, round, flower-bud-like bun shimmered, and because she was looking down, the bun almost touched the glass. The two pearl earrings on her white jade-like earlobes gleamed softly. The mirror in the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her was spotless, so I could see Mei Yu's face through the glass. She was only wearing the straps of her top, and her black silk bra, which was partially unhooked from the front, was completely exposed, revealing her smooth, jade-like white body. Her two plump, white breasts swayed in front of her, and the two bright red nipples dazzled my eyes.
Just half an hour ago, the stunning beauty beneath him was dressed in an elegant black gown, her hair styled in a high bun, a faint smile on her delicate face. Like a proud red-crowned crane, she moved among political and business elites, accepting the gazes of all sorts of people with their own agendas, calmly dealing with men's admiration and desire, and women's jealousy and envy. No one could have imagined that this elegant and noble beauty would be half-naked, her white body pressed against the glass of a floor-to-ceiling window, her plump, snow-white buttocks raised, allowing the man's thick, long penis to thrust and move inside her. The high-end silk dress that Givenchy had tailored for her was lifted up from her crotch to her waist by the man, her two long, snow-white legs, as slender as cranes, were placed in 11-centimeter high-heeled camellia sandals, and a pair of moon-white silk panties hung on her smooth, delicate right ankle, trembling incessantly with the impact of the man's body.
As my massive penis thrust rapidly in and out, clear fluid continuously seeped from the point of contact between our genitals. I felt Mei Yu's flower path tighten in waves, the folds of flesh began to roll and squeeze upwards, and the tender flesh at the center of her flower also opened and closed rhythmically. I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the speed of my hip thrusts, reached my hands behind her back, and grasped her trembling, snow-white breasts in each hand, skillfully kneading the smooth, soft flesh, teasing and playing with the two erect nipples above her snow-white breasts. I could see the reflection of Mei Yu's jade-like face in the glass. Her delicate oval face no longer had its usual coldness, but instead showed a slightly dazed state. Her thin red lips were slightly parted, and a row of white teeth, like broken jade, tightly bit her lower lip, as if she was impatiently shaking her head.
"Eek... Ah..." With a suppressed yet trembling moan, Mei Yu's fair upper body trembled. Her once proud head drooped weakly, her cheek pressed against the glass of the French windows. Her delicate features held a satisfied weariness, and her long, jade-like fingernails scratched haphazardly on the glass. Her already slender waist seemed to collapse even further, but it still held her heart-shaped, white, snowy buttocks high. A turbulent flow of nectar surged within her flower garden, flowing out through the point of contact between male and female genitalia, slowly sliding down her two long, delicate white legs, forming a thin silver thread under the light. Those two long, slender, porcelain-white legs trembled as if in spasms, then gradually calmed down. Inside her 11-centimeter stiletto camellia sandals, her ten toes, like jade petals, were fully spread out, as if all her weight had been removed. Only the moon-white silk panties hanging from her right ankle remained sticky on her beautiful instep, seemingly confirming this frenzied yet illicit sexual encounter.
I encircled Mei Yu's smooth, flat abdomen with both hands. My massive penis, though temporarily halting its thrusting, remained as hard as iron, deeply embedded in her trembling flower core, enjoying the lingering afterglow of her orgasm. The jade-like woman beneath me had become a puddle of fragrant mud, barely supported by my arms and the penis inside her. Mei Yu's face, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, was flushed with a brilliant red. A few strands of hair, originally dignified and elegant, hung loose from her hair, adding a unique charm to her radiant face.
Our bodies remained intertwined. I gasped for breath, listening to Mei Yu's breathing gradually soften. After a moment of rest and catching her breath, Mei Yu, finally regaining her senses, said with a hint of resentment, "Gao Yan, can you let me go?"
Reflected in the French windows, I could see two glistening tears sliding from the corners of her clear, cold phoenix eyes, flowing down her slightly stiff, white cheeks, gathering beneath her pointed chin, and then dripping into the deep cleavage between her exposed, plump breasts. Mei Yu was crying.
The weakness and vulnerability revealed in her words and tears instantly extinguished my previously overwhelming anger and lust. Faced with her tears, I suddenly became helpless, unsure how to react, only frantically trying to comfort this noble and elegant beauty.
"Mei, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."
"I just didn't want to lose you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."
"Do you know how much I miss you? Every day..."
I murmured to myself, holding Mei Yu tightly in my arms, like a child recklessly and impulsively inhaling her smooth, soft black hair, her snow-white forehead, her high, slender nose, and her delicate earlobes.
Whether it was the sincerity in my words or the effect of my passionate kisses, Mei Yu's sobbing gradually subsided. I sensitively noticed that the tense nerves of the beauty in my arms had relaxed considerably. Whether it was being comforted or venting, at least for this moment she had slowly let go of something.
I seized the opportunity, taking advantage of this rare change, covering her neck, cheeks, and even chin with passionate kisses. Mei Yu's facial muscles relaxed in a state of blissful intoxication. I tried to explore her thin lips, and she soon gave up resisting, allowing me to slip my tongue inside.
Although Mei Yu kept her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her face couldn't help but reveal a look of ecstasy. A voice in her head kept reminding her not to make another mistake, but the desire awakened within her was irresistible. She murmured, "No, no..." but her hands unconsciously wrapped around the man's waist and back.
When her reserved lips slowly parted, she felt that experienced tongue again, and her heart melted completely. Unconsciously, the man lifted her up again and laid her down on the large desk. Her long dress, which had fallen off, revealed her smooth, jade-like back, the touch against the cold mahogany surface bringing her to her senses.
Mei Yu tried to salvage her dignity, but it was too late. The man's large hands, like cast iron, gripped her ankles, lifting her slender, white legs with one hand each. As the hem of her silk dress brushed against her smooth, delicate skin, her entire lower body, sculpted like white jade, was completely exposed to the air.
Because she was tilting her head back, Mei Yu could only see the high ceiling and the classic crystal chandelier on it. The light wasn't fully on, but it shone like a blooming flower. The light was dazzling in Mei Yu's eyes, and she suddenly felt a little disoriented, unsure of where she was.
But the sensation from her lower body was so real and vivid. The man's erect penis, which hadn't ejaculated yet, immediately became thicker and harder. The large, hot glans gently circled the entrance to her vagina. The man teased her casually but skillfully. Mei Yu wanted to refuse but couldn't muster any strength. It was as if the intense intercourse before had exhausted all her energy, as well as all her restraint and self-respect.
Mei Yu was ashamed to discover that her still-swollen private parts were secreting slippery fluid again. Although her body was too weak to move, her flower-like vulva seemed to have a suction force, undulating to meet the man's large glans. With a "plop," Mei Yu felt a swelling in her lower body as the ping-pong ball-sized glans easily squeezed in. That feeling that terrified Mei Yu but she was powerless to escape returned.
Mei Yu waved her slender hands helplessly, feeling her arm touch something cold. With a muffled "plop," the wine glass that had been on the edge of the table was swept onto the thick Persian carpet. The small half-glass of deep red liquid poured into the scarlet Persian carpet and was quickly absorbed by the wool fabric, turning the Persian carpet a particularly bright red, just like the color of the blooming petals between Mei Yu's smooth and soft thighs.
"Hmm..." Before she could think any further, the man's huge, thick, and long penis had already thrust in, like a long and hot iron rod, thoroughly warming the walls of her vaginal cavity. The man's penis was so long that she could feel his glans pressing against her clitoris, but it continued to move forward without showing any signs of stopping.
"Ah..." Mei Yu couldn't help but open her red lips, letting out a soft moan from her pearly white teeth. The man's large glans had already broken through the tender flesh of her flower core, directly thrusting into her flower chamber. It only stopped when the hot glans pressed against the wet and delicate walls of her flower chamber. Mei Yu almost thought that the male organ was going to tear her lower body apart, until her cold buttocks touched the man's firm and hairy thighs, and she finally felt a little relieved.
"Ah..." Mei Yu's body had just adapted to that terrifyingly huge penis when, unexpectedly, the other party suddenly pulled the large fleshy penis outward. As the huge glans withdrew from her delicate flower chamber, the high-protruding coronal sulcus mercilessly scraped against the tender flesh of her flower core. This was like being swept with a feather duster, and a wave of pleasure that was sour, numb, and itchy quickly spread throughout Mei Yu's lower body, and then affected every corner of her body.
As the man's massive penis withdrew, Mei Yu's tight vaginal walls quickly closed, and she suddenly felt an indescribable emptiness. This emptiness, mixed with the tingling and itching sensation from where the penis had scraped against her, made Mei Yu feel extremely uncomfortable, as if a part of her body had been ripped away. Mei Yu shook her head vigorously, trying to expel this feeling, but to no avail.
Mei Yu almost cried, partly because of the uncontrollable discomfort in her lower body, like countless ants crawling and biting, gathering into a bloated mass in her lower abdomen, making her feel weak and heavy; the other part was because she clearly realized how much her body craved a man, how much her private parts yearned for that thick, long thing, and how utterly powerless she was in front of this man.
Mei Yu's frustration didn't last long. Soon, the man's enormous penis thrust in again with overwhelming force. The walls of her vaginal canal, which had only recently closed, were torn open once more. The delicate buds on her vulva were scraped and twisted. The feeling of fullness and satisfaction destroyed the soreness and itching in her private parts. It was as if the dark clouds below her abdomen had been pierced by the scorching sun, and her whole body instantly felt relaxed.
The man's enormous penis began to thrust rhythmically. His lower body seemed to have inexhaustible energy. His large penis pumped wildly and tirelessly, making a slapping sound at the junction of their hips. Waves of irresistible pleasure surged over her like tides, one wave after another, one tide after another, each one higher, more violent, and more pleasurable, knocking Mei Yu out of control from the inside out, leaving her shattered and utterly defeated.
As the night deepened, the lobby on the 8th floor of the Junan Club teemed with people, even the footsteps in the corridors became noisier. No one noticed what was happening in the reading room in the corner. The excellent soundproofing sealed everything behind the heavy, ornate mahogany door. The room, originally intended for quiet reading, was now filled with a chilling atmosphere. Inside, a couple was enacting a passionate and illicit affair.
Rows of black walnut bookshelves, reaching the walls, were filled with books, standing like dignified and wise warriors around the room. They silently watched what was happening inside. In the center of the room stood a long mahogany desk, with many books scattered on the crimson Persian carpet beneath it, as if they had been forcefully swept off. A long black silk dress draped over the edge of the mahogany desk, covering most of its side. The tabletop above it was as spacious as a bed, and a slender, jade-white female body lay within the silk dress.
The woman's body was breathtakingly white, her skin as smooth and translucent as crystal jade. The silk gown she had been wearing had been lifted up from the top and bottom, and together with the black silk bra that had been unfastened from the front, it was piled up around her slender waist. She lay in this pile of black clothes that she hadn't had time to take off, her white flesh looking as if it had been divided into two parts. Her upper body revealed slender, ice-slice-like white shoulders, and her two white, snow-white breasts topped with two bright red nipples swayed and undulated with the movement of her body.
Her two slender, white legs, like lotus roots, were spread apart at a 120-degree angle. Her delicate, white ankles were firmly grasped by the man's large hands. Her feet were clad in 11-centimeter high-heeled camellia sandals, which fluttered like two white doves with the man's movements. Her lower body, below her snow-white, flat abdomen, was completely naked. Beneath a tuft of soft, fine, and meticulously groomed pubic hair, a thick, long, and enormous penis was constantly entering and exiting her body. Her flower-like vulva was swollen and congested with blood, and the secretions sticking to it indicated that there had been a passionate intercourse.
Turning my gaze to the area beneath the large mahogany desk, a pair of black leather dress shoes lay haphazardly on the thick Persian carpet, as if their owner couldn't wait to get rid of them. On a leather sofa in the corner of the room, a man's suit jacket and trousers were carelessly tossed about. Upon closer inspection, one could also spot a pair of pale white silk panties hanging on the man's clothes. The panties were elegantly simple in design, but there was a faint water stain on the white cotton lining, which inevitably brought to mind the magnificent private parts of its female owner.
A tall, imposing man stood at the edge of the mahogany desk. His white shirt collar revealed his strong, muscular chest, and his tie, which he had tied earlier, was now slightly loose. Apart from his socks, he was completely naked from the waist down, and his two thick, hairy legs were taut and swinging. His rock-hard, granite-like buttocks moved back and forth, propelling his thick, long penis rapidly in and out of the woman's honeyed vulva. His hips slammed against the woman's plump, soft buttocks, producing a series of lewd "slap slap" sounds.
Mei Yu had lost all sense of her surroundings. All she knew was that the man's enormous penis was thrusting in and out of her body, each thrust feeling like it was tearing her genitals apart. Though she couldn't see it from her position, she knew that a large bulge had appeared on her once flat, jade-like abdomen. The man's penis was so thick and long, each thrust penetrating deep into her flower garden. Mei Yu was terrified that this massive thing would one day rupture her delicate, fragile flower garden.
She felt like a flower, a vibrant, blooming blossom, unfolding under the thrusting of the man's large, fleshy penis. Her petals were completely stretched open by his thick, long penis. Each thrust was so powerful and irresistible. As the large penis scraped against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, it felt as if waves of warm energy were transmitted through her body, an energy that brought her physical and mental pleasure and made her unable to extricate herself.
The man's strength and stamina terrified her. He seemed tireless in his demands, taking from her body. Mei Yu had already reached two or three minor orgasms, but the man remained ambitious and enthusiastic. His enormous penis was like a drug; once she had tasted it, it was hard to forget. Moreover, her body seemed to be branded; the slightest touch from this man would involuntarily draw her deeper into it.
Why was this happening? It shouldn't be like this. From childhood, she had always been able to rationally control her emotions. Why did she always lose her composure in front of this man? Under his brutal, irrational, yet irresistible onslaught, she was utterly defeated, defeated again and again. Mei Yu was unwilling to accept this. She was unwilling to lose the rationality she had always upheld. She was unwilling to succumb to this man's clutches. She was unwilling to lose the ability to dominate others.
But everything was against her will. It seemed the man wanted to possess not only her body, but also her mind, her soul, and everything about her. What terrified Mei Yu even more was that she realized everything she feared was about to become a reality. In the days after she resolutely severed ties with the man, she couldn't help but think of him every time she woke up in the middle of the night. Her body seemed to be under his spell, always on the verge of being activated and in a state of urgency. Every night, her lower abdomen would ache and itch unbearably. She would clench her legs and roll around in bed countless times, but it did nothing to relieve the embarrassing feeling. Until now, until the man's thing was inserted into her body, it was as if she had received a cure for a serious illness. The discomfort vanished, and she experienced unprecedented pleasure. The month-long hiatus made this pleasure even more intense, making her whole body feel like it was boiling.
Thinking of this, Mei Yu finally burst into tears. She knew she had lost, and lost miserably. Her body and soul were completely possessed by this man, not just because of the enormous penis churning inside her, but also because of his ambitious and arrogant personality—a type of man she had never encountered before.
She had had countless suitors since childhood, but none like him. Men were ashamed before her beauty and wisdom; under her clear, penetrating gaze, no one dared to overstep their bounds or commit any disrespectful acts, whether from noble families or rough-and-tumble heroes. He was like a barbarian who had invaded civilized society, disregarding all social rules, laws, and morals. He was as tenacious and invincible as a warrior, and as tyrannical and ruthless as a pirate.
Sometimes he was as cunning and unpredictable as a born politician, making one doubt his true age and experience; other times he was as childish, impulsive, and willful as a child, a far cry from his mature and aloof appearance; he was like an alien full of mysteries, rushing into this realistic and almost cruel world, shattering the rationality that Mei Yu had always relied on; he was also like a blazing flame, leaving nothing but devastation in his wake, but igniting the passion hidden in Mei Yu's heart, melting away her cold and self-protective shell, and allowing her to burn herself out completely.
Mei Yu's slender, snow-white body swayed constantly, her thoughts repeatedly interrupted by the man's thrusts. She tried to grasp at fleeting moments of beauty, but they were mercilessly destroyed by his massive member. Her smooth, flowing hair was now completely draped over her shoulders, swaying like a piece of silk across the mahogany table. She felt like a small boat adrift on an ocean, completely at the mercy of the man, his direction entirely controlled. In a daze, the man's image appeared before her eyes.
His white shirt was slightly wrinkled, but it did not obscure the outline of the muscles faintly visible beneath. His shoulders were broad, steady, and powerful like a mountain; his neck was thick and long, perfectly sculpted; his features were as cold and resolute as if carved from marble, yet his eyes were unexpectedly gentle, containing something that could soften and melt away a person.
The man's face drew closer, and she caught a whiff of a scent mingled with tobacco and male sweat. She had never liked this smell before; she was always so fastidious about cleanliness, and any unpleasant odor would repel her. But for some reason, this man was the only exception. His scent was overflowing with masculinity, the pheromones released by a predator chasing its prey.
However, this predator was unexpectedly gentle. Mei Yu felt his lips press against her eyelids. Slightly ticklish, she shifted away, but the man didn't move his lips away. Instead, he gently licked around her eyes. He was licking away her tears. Mei Yu felt both shy and touched. The man's tenderness warmed her heart. At this moment, he seemed far more mature than usual, more understanding of a woman's feelings.
At the same time, the man's thrusting showed no sign of abating. Mei Yu's fragile composure was seized upon, and the intense pleasure emanating from her private parts combined with a powerful surge of sensation, like a torrential downpour cleansing her from the inside out. Mei Yu felt every cell in her body singing with joy, and she couldn't help but let out the most moving moan she had ever uttered.
"Ah..." With that soul-stirring moan from the woman in my arms, her snow-white arms wrapped around me like an octopus, and her fragrant lips pressed against mine, her delicate tongue meeting mine. As if releasing all her pent-up desire, she gave me a passionate kiss, her sweet saliva flowing into my mouth. It wasn't just a wet kiss; it was more like we were biting each other, as if we wanted to devour each other.
I felt my massive penis being firmly gripped by that flower-like honeyed orifice, each withdrawal and insertion requiring immense effort. Those folds of flesh and tender buds seemed to possess a magical power, employing various tricks to tease and provoke my penis. Waves of tingling pleasure, like electric shocks, surged from my shaft throughout my body. I felt my heart pounding faster and faster, my legs, which had been trembling for over an hour, began to tremble, and I could clearly hear my own heavy breathing.
I don't know when, but I had climbed onto the mahogany tabletop, kneeling on it, my hands grasping those two long, white, lotus-like legs, spreading them to the extreme angle allowed by the human body. Between the almost straight jade pillar, only a heart-shaped, white, smooth buttocks was visible. That rosy flower-like honeyed orifice was twisted like a blooming flower, and my massive penis, like a thick, long drill, thrust again and again into the center of that rosy petal.
Each of my thrusts was fierce and brutal. When the thick drill rod slammed down, the plump, bright red flesh was completely squeezed open, revealing the incredibly alluring sight within the flower bud. When the long, hungry drill rod was pulled out, it was covered with dazzling, transparent secretions. This unprecedented thrusting position was completely unexpected for Mei Yu. She was unable to cope with such an extremely powerful impact, both physically and mentally. The man's position undoubtedly carried a great sense of humiliation, but the scene of being completely controlled by the man, allowing his huge penis to humiliate her at will, gave Mei Yu an uncontrollable feeling of unique pleasure. It was a sense of powerlessness in the face of being conquered by a powerful male, but this powerlessness made Mei Yu even happier. She could hardly believe her feelings, but the feeling was incredibly real. She felt as if her world had been completely turned upside down, as if the whole world was about to disappear beneath her, leaving only the man's huge penis pounding against her body and her soul again and again.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The resounding impact echoed through Mei Yu's body and mind. With each impact, her heart pounded faster, as if her heart was about to burst from her flower-like vulva, its flesh torn and bleeding. Her blood boiled like the nectar gushing from her vulva, and the walls of her vaginal cavity spasmed with electric shocks. Wave after wave of orgasm surged through her body and mind, causing her to let out uncontrollable, heart-wrenching moans.
My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground again, my massive penis deeply embedded in Mei Yu's warm, moist flower chamber. Thick, hot streams of male essence shot out from my urethra like bullets, pounding against the walls of her vulva with extreme excitement and passion, gushing endlessly like a tap turned on. These streams of essence mingled with the nectar secreted by Mei Yu, creating a unique chemical reaction that bound our bodies tightly together, inseparable.
Mei Yu's two slender, white, and smooth jade legs kicked incessantly in the air. Her jade feet were neatly dressed in 11-centimeter stiletto camellia sandals. Her slender and graceful insteps, like crescent moons, were stretched into an arc inside the sandals. Her ten toes, like jade petals, were spread out in the air. With a series of violent up-and-down movements of her snow-white and flat abdomen, the movements eventually subsided into a calm state. However, at this moment, her abdomen, which was originally as smooth as jade, was now slightly protruding. The rhythm of her kicking feet, which were in the 11-centimeter stiletto camellia sandals, gradually slowed down, and finally, they drooped weakly on the man's hard, rock-like buttocks.
My body completely relaxed, and my massive frame slowly collapsed beside Mei Yu. We were both utterly exhausted, gasping for breath. I turned my head and met Mei Yu's gaze. She was slightly turned to the side, her slender, snow-white arms cradling her two smooth, white breasts. The two nipples were pert and alluring, and a few strands of soft, black hair cascaded down her cheeks, giving her a unique, feminine charm. Her
phoenix eyes were slightly open as she looked at me, but they no longer held their usual clarity and brightness; instead, they carried a faint sadness and an indescribable languor. We remained silent, simply gazing at each other.
As if drawn by a magnet, our two weary bodies, bearing the marks of lovemaking, drew closer. I reached out and pulled Mei Yu into my arms. She didn't struggle, lying weakly against my chest. We embraced, listening to each other's heartbeats. At that moment, the noisy world seemed to have been left behind.
After a long while, Mei Yu sighed softly and woke up. She placed her slender hand on my firm chest and whispered with a hint of sadness, "Gao Yan, you big bastard."
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