The Modern Sex Demon Chronicles (6)

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“Ah…” Huang Mei’s groan pulled Mi Jian, still lost in his memories, back to reality. Huang Mei on the yacht had been his most unforgettable prey.

About a month after that day, Huang Mei won the “Miss Bincheng” pageant with overwhelming popularity, hailed by the media as the most beautiful champion in 10 years. Afterwards, rumors circulated that she had moved to Hong Kong, and Mi Jian never had a chance to find her again, only knowing that she had become an advertising queen.

Facing her stunningly beautiful figure in the advertisements, he could not forget her. Until this month, Mi Jian accidentally discovered that Huang Mei had returned to the bay area to develop her career. He painstakingly followed her for more than half a month, finally finding Huang Mei’s residence and figuring out her daily routine. He patiently waited for his opportunity and finally succeeded in kidnapping Huang Mei.

A smile reappeared on Mi Jian’s lips. He reached under her skirt and slowly slid his hand up her smooth thigh until he touched the lace edge of Huang Mei’s panties. His fingers slipped beneath her panties, gently stroking Huang Mei's soft pubic hair on her full mons pubis. The brass buttons on her skirt had been loosened long ago, and Mi Jian lowered his head, scanning Huang Mei's genitals, before reaching to undo the belt.

The anesthetic gradually wore off, and Huang Mei slowly awoke. In her hazy state, she vaguely felt waves of tingling and itching in her sensitive areas. As her consciousness cleared, she recalled fragmented memories: a walk on the beach, the Ferrari failing to start, the man in sunglasses, and the towel covering her mouth… She suddenly opened her eyes, immediately stunned by the scene before her: she was lying disheveled in a closed room, the front of her skirt pulled up, her snow-white thighs almost completely exposed, and a man was on top of her, his head bowed, caressing her genitals.

Huang Mei was both ashamed and anxious, trying to push him away, but she immediately found her hands firmly bound by black leather straps. She couldn't help but scream in alarm. The man was about to untie his belt when he suddenly noticed Huang Mei was awake. He stopped and slowly raised his head. Huang Mei's gaze fell on the man's face, and she shuddered as if struck by lightning: his thin, pale face, thin lips, long, slightly triangular eyes, and those two eyes burning with lust that she would never forget—they dragged her into memories of unbearable pain and shame.

It was him! It was him! The man who had brutally taken her virginity on the yacht a year ago—Mi Jian!

Huang Mei's thoughts were in turmoil. The nightmares that had haunted her countless times in the middle of the night resurfaced in her mind: a light drizzle, her naked body pressed against the deck of a yacht, a man thrusting his large, ugly penis into her, the pain, screams, and the man's lewd, triumphant laughter echoing incessantly

… “Are you awake?” Mi Jian's cloying voice came from beside her ear: “Beautiful lady, do you remember me?”

“You devil, even if you turned to ashes, I would still recognize you!”

“Hahaha… I knew you wouldn't forget me. Besides me, who else has given our beautiful Miss Bincheng such an unforgettable experience?”

“Shameless!”

“I savor our wonderful times every day.”

“You wolf in sheep's clothing, you'll get your comeuppance.” Huang Mei's eyes blazed with fury.

Mi Jian chuckled lewdly without answering, his hand on Huang Mei's mons pubis grabbing a tuft of pubic hair. A woman's mons pubis is delicate and sensitive; with Mi Jian's force, Huang Mei couldn't help but moan.

"It's been a year, and you've grown even more beautiful. Every time I see you on TV, I can't help but masturbate."

Mi Jian said, poking his index finger at Huang Mei's vulva.

"Ah...devil! What are you doing...don't come any closer, ah..." Huang Mei's thighs clamped tightly together as his fingers poked and pinched her vulva.

"What am I doing? Of course, I'm fucking you! Don't worry, no one else here will know except us."

Mi Jian's fingers moved even more violently.

"No...ouch...stop! Mmm..." Huang Mei's face flushed, her body twisting and turning to escape.

Mi Jian simply grabbed the two front panels of her skirt and pulled them up to her thighs, completely exposing Huang Mei's long, smooth legs.

"Wow! It's so beautiful, so fair and smooth, I really should taste it!" Mi Jian drooled, biting down on Huang Mei's inner thigh and sucking on her delicate, white skin.

The tingling, slightly painful sensation made Huang Mei's breathing quicken. She struggled, breaking free from Mi Jian's grip, and kicked him hard. The pain enraged the devil. Mi Jian slapped Huang Mei across the face, grabbed her hair, and said viciously, "You bitch, you're asking for it! You dare kick me? I'll teach you a lesson!"

"You beast, I'll definitely report you." "

Really? Please don't! I'm so scared! Humph! We'll talk about it after you get out of here!" Mi Jian said, walking to the wall and starting a winch.

One end of the leather strap binding Huang Mei's hands was fixed to the winch. As the winch rotated, the strap slowly tightened, and Huang Mei felt her hands being pulled upwards, then her shoulders, and then her upper body. Mi Jian kept turning the winch handle, and Huang Mei's body was gradually hoisted into the air. Huang Mei tried desperately to break free from the leather straps on her wrists, and kicked her legs wildly, but to no avail; her body was being hoisted higher and higher. Finally, Huang Mei's feet also left the ground, with only her toes barely supporting her body.

Mi Jian fixed the winch, and walked up to Huang Mei with a lewd grin: "How's it feeling, being hoisted up like this? Do

n't worry, the real show is yet to come!" A gleaming scalpel appeared in his hand, its sharp blade gleaming coldly under the light. Mi Jian patted Huang Mei's delicate and charming face with the hilt of his knife: "What a pity it would be if this pretty face had a few crisscrossing knife marks!"

Huang Mei turned her face away, ignoring him. Mi Jian then placed the knife against Huang Mei's beautiful neck, his tone suddenly turning fierce: "I've always been gentle with women and don't want to stain my hands with blood. But you'd better behave and not move, otherwise, if my hand trembles, that beautiful Miss Bincheng will never be able to speak again. Then I'll rape you and bury you, making you disappear from this world forever!" The blade continued to slide down, and Huang Mei felt the cold blade moving slowly. Her face turned pale, and fear made her tightly close her eyes.

"Or, hehe!" Mi Jian looked at Huang Mei smugly, the knife in his hand suddenly slicing through the air... The

sharp
knife didn't slice into Huang Mei's body, but instead severed the belt of her low-waisted skirt. Huang Mei felt her waist loosen, her legs go cold, and her skirt had slipped down to the tatami mat beneath her feet, revealing a pair of smooth, white legs under her narrow thong to Mi Jian. The second cut severed the left shoulder of her vest, then the right, revealing her bra underneath.

"Let me go, please let me go!" Huang Mei understood what was about to happen. The thought of being humiliated by Mi Jian again was unbearable, and she pleaded desperately.

"The noble Miss Huang would actually beg a devil like me? Too bad, I've waited too long." Mi Jian's voice was like cold cast iron. He lifted the edge of her vest, swung the scalpel, and with a "swoosh," the vest was sliced in two from the chest, falling to the ground. In the blink of an eye, Huang Mei was left only with a milky-white bra and panties.

Mi Jian put down the scalpel, embraced Huang Mei's half-naked body, and murmured, "So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful."

Huang Mei's well-proportioned and graceful figure appeared exceptionally long and slender due to being suspended. Her smooth skin stood out against the black fabric at her back and feet, appearing exceptionally fair. Her long, black hair cascaded smoothly down her back. A strapless, half-cup bra and narrow, high-waisted panties added immeasurable charm and sexiness to her body. Mi Jian circled Huang Mei several times, as if admiring a masterpiece, then pushed the camera in front of her, pointing the lens at her body.

"Please, don't, don't do this to me..." Poor Huang Mei was already in tears, lowering her head, hoping to avoid the camera's lens.

Mi Jian lifted her chin, forcing her to face the camera: "Look at the camera! You're a popular star, a videotape like this will definitely attract a lot of interest." Mi Jian put on a hood, pressed the "rec" button, and then began to grope her wantonly in front of the camera.

The camera started, the red recording light flashed, and the tape whirred, recording every second in front of the camera. Mi Jian took off his clothes, the hood completely covering his face. Huang Mei sobbed softly, occasionally letting out short moans, her ivory-like body trembling slightly under Mi Jian's cruel hands.

Mi Jian left passionate kisses all over her body—neck, armpits, navel, buttocks… his tongue darting out, licking her delicate skin. Standing behind Huang Mei, his hands slipped under her armpits, kneading her soft breasts. Her milky-white bra was pulled open, and Mi Jian's hands reached inside to caress her breasts.

A year had passed, and Huang Mei's breasts remained firm and high, now even more lustrous and rounder. Mi Jian held these beautiful breasts, enough to drive any man mad, in his hands; the full, soft sensation sent an electric current through his palms to his brain. He unhooked Huang Mei's clasp, and the exquisitely crafted bra was immediately in his hands. Two perfectly sized, snow-white mounds stood shyly erect under the bright light.

Mi Jian held Huang Mei's bra to his nose and sniffed it; it also carried the rose scent of Huang Mei. He tossed the bra at Huang Mei's feet and forcefully squeezed her breasts together, forming a deep cleavage, his fingers weaving within it. Mi Jian took one of Huang Mei's nipples into his mouth, his tongue teasing the pale pink areola, his teeth gently biting the small, delicate nipple. The tender nipple being touched sent a jolt through Huang Mei's body, and she couldn't help but let out a long moan. Mi Jian showed no sign of stopping, pinching and flicking Huang Mei's two cherry-red nipples with his fingers. Her small, soft nipples quickly swelled and became erect.

Huang Mei's brows furrowed, her hair flew wildly, and her moans turned into cries of unbearable pain: "Ah...please, stop! I can't take it anymore!"

Her delicate face, streaked with tears, was flushed crimson from Mi Jian's torment, making her look like a pear blossom battered by rain, evoking immense pity. Unfortunately, Mi Jian seemed unmoved, his actions only fueling his animalistic desires. He forcefully yanked at Huang Mei's nipples, as if trying to rip them off.

Huang Mei broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, her entire body tensing like a spring.

Mi Jian's hands moved to Huang Mei's armpits. Her fair skin was hairless, and his fingers traced circles. The burning pain in her chest hadn't completely subsided when an unbearable itching came from her armpits. Huang Mei groaned and pleaded, hoping Mi Jian would stop his torment.

Mi Jian's hands then slid to her waist. Her slender waist and flat stomach captivated him, giving Huang Mei a brief respite. Mi Jian caressed Huang Mei's abdomen, his hand slipping inside her panties. He picked up her nearly transparent, milky-white thong, rolled the lace edges into a ball, and slowly pulled it down. Huang Mei had completely lost the ability to resist the demon's invasion, unable to prevent her lower body from being exposed to the dark camera. All she could do was try to cross her legs. Her

thin silk panties were finally pulled down to her feet and then left her body, leaving Huang Mei completely naked, her fair and beautiful body exposed to the lecherous demon. Mi Jian threw the panties on the ground, stepped forward, and embraced Huang Mei's naked body. The camera lens buzzed, recording this extremely obscene scene.

In the quiet and enclosed underground chamber, the high-powered lights illuminated it like daytime. Hanging in the center of the secret room was Huang Mei's pure white body. From behind, her smooth, graceful curves were captivating. Her cloud-like hair shone exceptionally black against her snow-white skin. A mesmerizing deep crevice lay between her full, white buttocks, enough to quell any man's desire.

Mi Jian stared intently at Huang Mei's naked body, mesmerized by this unparalleled sculpture created by God.

He grasped one of Huang Mei's warm, smooth ankles and slowly lifted it to the side. As her thigh gradually rose, the mysterious area between Huang Mei's thighs was exposed to the camera. Beneath the soft, slightly curled pubic hair lay a lush, pink plain, and beneath the two full labia lay a mysterious valley—the most precious and delicate bud of a woman was hidden deep within its center.

Mi Jian tried to insert his fingers into the valley and dig deeper, the red flesh on either side of the soft valley walls occasionally peeking out. He spread Huang Mei's beautiful legs apart and then clamped his body between them, then tightly grasped her peach-like breasts with one hand, teasing the almost ripe red cherries, while his other hand pressed on her delicate, mysterious area, excavating the treasure buried deep within the valley.

Two of the most sensitive areas of her body trembled simultaneously under Mi Jian's clutches. Huang Mei clenched her teeth, breathing heavily. Her hands, held high, gripped the leather straps tied to her wrists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force. The intense sensory assault felt like a swarm of ants attacking her, leaving her unable to live or die. At this moment, Huang Mei's mind was a blur; she almost fainted, only instinctively crying out, "...Don't touch there...Please, let me go...No...!"

Suddenly, Huang Mei let out a piercing scream, her whole body arching like a shrimp, trembling violently. While teasing Huang Mei's body, Mi Jian had secretly freed his hand to aim his huge, red-hot penis at the entrance of her soft secret passage. Before Huang Mei's secret orifice could be fully moistened and stretched, he thrust his large penis in hard. He had waited a whole year for this day, and he couldn't wait any longer.

His hands supported Huang Mei's waist, and his body thrust forward repeatedly, his penis forcefully penetrating Huang Mei's jade gate, passing through the narrow valley and plunging straight into her flower core. It was still so tight inside, still so warm. Returning to familiar territory, Mi Jian's thick, round glans, like a drill, mercilessly pounded against the soft walls of her secret passage, crashing against the smooth cervix.

Huang Mei's virginity was cruelly taken by Mi Jian, a nightmare that haunted her ever since. For over a year, she hadn't escaped the shadow of the rape on the yacht, so she repeatedly rejected men's sincere advances. Thus, her beautiful body had yet to experience true sexual intimacy. Mi Jian quickly noticed this, as the body beneath him remained as untouched as a virgin, difficult to penetrate. This thought fueled his excitement, and his movements became increasingly vigorous, as he was about to experience the loss of her precious virginity again.

"Ah...it hurts...stop!...help me!" Huang Mei felt as if her lower body was being torn apart by sharp claws, and her head felt as if it had been split in two by an axe. The forced insertion caused Huang Mei's vagina to reflexively contract, tightly gripping Mi Jian's thick penis. Each thrust was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain. She cried out incessantly, her pitiful cries echoing in the confined room, her upper body swaying violently in mid-air.

"Hahaha...so good! So good! Scream, scream louder, no one can save you. Hahaha..." Mi Jian laughed maniacally, his penis continuing to grind and pound inside Huang Mei.

The frequent thrusting caused Huang Mei's body to secrete a large amount of nectar, which flowed out of her secret garden with each in-and-out movement of the penis. Some of the liquid flowed between her thighs, quickly wetting her soft pubic hair. Her pubic area, which was pressed tightly against Mi Jian's, was also wet with the clear love fluid, glistening under the light. Mi Jian reached out and smeared some of the lustful fluid on Huang Mei's soft breasts, kneading it. Then, he pinched Huang Mei's chin, put his wet fingers to her mouth, and forced her to lick his own nectar.

Mi Jian continued his vigorous "plowing," and Huang Mei's tense vagina slowly relaxed. The resistance from his penis's back-and-forth movements gradually decreased, and Huang Mei's cries of pain gradually turned into sobs. The pain in her lower body seemed less intense than at the beginning, and her female instincts even gave her a slight sense of pleasure. A series of humiliations had left her powerless to fight back, and she could only let Mi Jian manipulate her like a doll. Shame, pain, and helplessness—she seemed to feel none of it anymore. Her only hope was that the end would come as soon as possible.

Time seemed to freeze in that second. Apart from the "buzzing" sound of the camera, the only other sound in the secret room was the friction of their bodies during intercourse. Mi Jian, seemingly tireless, held Huang Mei's fair and beautiful body tightly as he thrust. The delicate flowers and fruits of the secret garden now belonged to him.

He grasped Huang Mei's snow-white breasts, reaching climax with each thrust—his lower abdomen pressed against her full mons pubis, his penis parting the pink petals. After a series of muscle contractions, a large amount of grayish-white, viscous semen gushed from his body, the warm liquid instantly shooting into Huang Mei's body. The sticky liquid flowed into her soft uterus, mixing with the original vaginal fluid, overflowing the space between his penis and her love hole. The continuously flowing liquid coated every inch of the fleshy walls in the deep valley, then slowly trickled down between Huang Mei's thighs.

The penis ejaculated its last drop of semen, quickly going limp as it withdrew from her love hole, and Huang Mei couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Mi Jian reached out and unbuckled the leather belt on Huang Mei's wrist, lowering her body from its mid-air suspension. Huang Mei could no longer support herself, her body collapsing weakly onto the black tatami mat. The prolonged humiliation had exhausted her strength, and the torment she had suffered, both physically and mentally, was far beyond what this frail young girl could bear!

She lay on the tatami mat and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Mi Jian turned off the camera, ripped off his mask, his hair soaked with sweat. He glanced at the camera's time display; it was already 11 PM. This frenzied rape had lasted a full three hours. He felt aches and pains in his back, utterly exhausted. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he left Huang Mei lying on the tatami mat and turned to leave the secret room.

After a hot bath, Mi Jian felt much better. When he returned to the underground chamber, he had a camera in his hand. Huang Mei was still unconscious, her jade-white body appearing exceptionally radiant and beautiful against the backdrop of the black tatami mat. Her delicate body lay sprawled on her side, showing almost no signs of ravaging, instead exuding a gentle and alluring mature beauty. Only her disheveled hair, the remaining tear stains on her face, and the traces of semen on her genitals hinted at the inhuman humiliation and rape this beautiful woman had endured.

Mi Jian sat on the tatami mat, replaying the footage the camera had just captured. The huge fluorescent screen displayed a hauntingly beautiful image: Huang Mei's body suspended in the air… being caressed… her legs spread apart… her exposed vulva… penetration began… screams and laughter… orgasm… an extremely clear and detailed record of the rape. Mi Jian's heart pounded wildly; the continuous obscene images made him unable to believe that his own penis had become erect again.

The Miss Bincheng winner was indeed unparalleled; her beauty was simply dazzling. Men who saw her wanted to possess her, and once they had her, they wanted her again. Beauty was a gift from heaven, but it also brought her disaster.

Mi Jian was completely captivated by this beautiful woman's body. He bent down and straightened Huang Mei's body, running his hands through her smooth, long hair. On her delicate, white arms, faint marks remained where the belt buckle had been, and on her mons pubis, inner thighs, and even the tatami mat, there were stains of semen that had seeped back into her skin. Mi Jian took a hot towel from the bathroom and gently wiped away the dirt from Huang Mei's body. The steaming towel moistened every inch of her skin, and soon Huang Mei's body was as lustrous and captivating as a carved jade.

Mi Jian picked up a camera and changed angles to capture this flawless naked body. The flash went off frequently, and Huang Mei's alluring poses were captured one by one on the film until the film in the camera ran out. With the clear videotape and photos, Huang Mei could no longer escape his grasp. Thinking that this beautiful woman had finally become his plaything, Mi Jian was extremely smug: "If I want a woman, there isn't one I can't have."

Night deepened, and the lights in the seaside villas gradually went out. The long beach was deserted, with only the occasional police patrol car slowly passing by. On the other side of the bridge, the bustling city remained a vibrant scene of lights, elegant women, and heavy traffic. Huang Mei's colleagues wondered why she hadn't arrived. They tried to contact her, but no one answered the phone at home, and her cell phone was switched off. They simply assumed she wasn't feeling well and continued their revelry.

Meanwhile, in a secret underground room of a villa by the sea, Huang Mei was being ravaged by a demon. Mi Jian had lost count of how many times he had pounced on Huang Mei. Even though Huang Mei had fainted, Mi Jian still didn't let her go. He used different positions again and again, his penis inside Huang Mei's secret place, going soft and hard, hard and soft again. In any case, this was the third time he had ejaculated inside Huang Mei. The

unrestrained release left his penis limp, but he still lay on Huang Mei's delicate body, caressing the soft, white, warm, and fragrant jade beneath him. Every part of Huang Mei's body bore his "footprints." In the moments before he fell asleep from exhaustion, he was still licking Huang Mei's delicate feet, which she had carefully maintained due to years of dance performances. When Mi Jian
woke

up, it was almost 4 a.m. He found himself still sucking on Huang Mei's glistening toes. After a night of tossing and turning, Huang Mei was still fast asleep. He climbed off Huang Mei, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead, too heavy to lift. Huang Mei's clothes were already torn to shreds. He found a sheet, wrapped Huang Mei's body in it, and carried her into the black Mercury. He knew he had to get Huang Mei back to where the Ferrari was parked before dawn.

The tide was rising, and the red Ferrari sat alone on the beach. A black Mercury van, its lights off, emerged ghost-like from the dark woods and stopped beside the Ferrari. A man wearing sunglasses got out, carefully looked around to make sure no one was there, then opened the door and stuffed the unconscious woman wrapped in a sheet into the Ferrari. Before closing the door, he placed a mobile phone back next to the gearshift, and the Mercury started quickly, its tire tracks quickly curving and disappearing into the dark woods.

17.
Encountering a Beauty

? Honolulu at dusk was beautiful and serene, the golden sunlight bathing every corner of this Pacific island in a layer of gold dust. The Hilton Crown Hotel, standing on the beach, is one of the city's most luxurious and eye-catching buildings. Atop its 48-story, ship-shaped main tower lies the world-renowned, unique Sky Ballroom. At this moment, at 6 PM Pacific Time, the Sky Ballroom is brightly lit, with chefs and waiters busily preparing for the upcoming banquet—a thank-you dinner for the signing of an agreement between the Baywind Group, the Western National Bank, and the City of Honolulu for the development of Spring Beach.

In the center of the hall, a handsome, tall young man is carefully inspecting the arrangements, occasionally instructing his subordinates on improvements. He is Mi Jian, one of the third-generation heirs of the Mi family of the Baywind Group. This time, he accompanied his father to Hawaii as a member of the delegation to participate in the drafting and signing of the agreement for this $2 billion mega-development project that shook the world, demonstrating his status within the Mi family.

While Mi Jian was busy directing his subordinates to hang up the large red banner, a middle-aged man over 50 years old walked in surrounded by a group of people. Mi Jian quickly stepped forward and called out "Father." It turned out this was Mi Zhaowei, the vice chairman of Feng.

He surveyed the venue, patted his son on the shoulder, nodded approvingly, and said, "Good, well done. Michael, there's still some time before it starts, go back to your room and rest!"

"Hmm..." Mi Jian replied, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd behind his father, seemingly searching for a familiar figure. But a look of regret quickly appeared on his face, "She's not here."

Mi Jian gave a few instructions to the hotel manager behind him and then left the banquet hall.

The evening sunset, like a bright yellow orange, hung on the azure Pacific Ocean. Mi Jian drew back the floor-to-ceiling curtains of the 40th-floor luxury suite, letting sunlight stream into the room. He lay down on the large bed, his mind filled with the image of that slender and beautiful figure. Ah, Fiona, when will I be able to have you? Mi Jian thought to himself. Today was the last day; tomorrow he would be leaving for home. Once back in Haiwan, he wouldn't be able to return to Fengge as often, and his opportunities to get close to her would be even fewer. No! Tonight, he had to find a way to accomplish this, no matter what.

Mi Jian's slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed; he seemed to have a plan. He glanced at his watch; it was almost seven o'clock. He needed to get ready. Mi Jian got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and began choosing an evening gown.

In a corner of the wardrobe lay a pale purple, semi-transparent women's nightgown and a short, white, lace-trimmed pair of panties. Mi Jian knelt down, brought the two garments to his mouth, and inhaled the lingering fragrance, his once piercing eyes now glazed over. He unzipped his pants and, in the afterglow of the setting sun, began to undress, breathing heavily, his voice punctuated by fragmented names: "...Wen..."

Time seemed to rewind. In the bustling peninsula of Bay City, a skyscraper soared into the clouds. This was the headquarters of the Mi family's flagship Wind Group—the Wind Pavilion Building. Mi Jian stood listlessly in the elevator, his mind still preoccupied with how to win Cheng Yashi's heart. His father had just called, demanding he return to Fengge immediately, saying there was something important, disrupting his plans for the day.

Mi Jian entered his father's office, sat in the leather swivel chair, and crossed his legs. His father was listening to a subordinate's report and told him to wait aside. He glanced around aimlessly, appearing bored. Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in his field of vision, and Mi Jian immediately perked up.

She was a young, beautiful white-collar worker. Her pink business suit couldn't hide her tall, graceful figure. Her melodious voice was like a bird's song. Mi Jian stared at her back, at her long, flowing black hair and slender, fair legs, until she turned around.

Mi Jian's heart pounded. What a beautiful woman! Her smooth face, sparkling eyes, delicate nose, and slightly parted lips instantly captivated him. He didn't pay much attention to his father's instructions afterward; he only knew he was going to Hawaii. His soul was already stolen by that beautiful figure.

The departure day arrived quickly. Mi Jian knew the importance of this trip to Hawaii and had already made preparations. Of course, he also found the information he needed on the company's computer. The beautiful woman in his father's office that day was named Fang Wen, her English name was Fiona, 24 years old, a graduate of the University of Pittsburgh with an MBA, and currently the assistant manager of his father's overseas expansion department. Mi Jian also learned that she was one of the famous "Four Beauties" in Fengli.

Of course, under his father's management, Mi Jian knew that it wouldn't be as easy to get her as it would be in his own company, so he could only wait silently for an opportunity like a wolf, but he never intended to give up. In Mi Jian's dictionary, there was no such word as "cannot get". And the unexpected encounter at the airport only strengthened his desire to have Fang Wen.

It was just before boarding, in the VIP waiting room where the delegation was staying, that Mi Jian bumped into Fang Wen quite by chance outside the restroom. When Mi Jian helped her up, he realized that the beautiful woman before him was none other than Fang Wen, the woman who had captivated him. Fang Wen was clearly in pain, bending over to rub her ankle. Mi Jian half-carried, half-lifted her back to her seat, his eyes already deeply drawn to her snow-white neck, full breasts, and long, shapely legs. He promptly placed one hand on Fang Wen's slender waist.

"Ms. Fang, I'm sorry," Mi Jian said politely.

"It's alright, Mr. Mi. You...you know me?"

"Of course, you're one of the company's four beauties and my father's right-hand woman. How could I not know you? Let me help you back!"

"No need, thank you, Mr. Mi, I'm fine."

"Just call me Michael."

"That's not appropriate. Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Mi, it's time to board. You should go now!" Sure enough, the airport announcements began announcing boarding. Mi Jian had no choice but to leave.

Fang Wen clearly harbored suspicion towards Mi Jian, which only fueled his desire to win her over. In the first-class cabin, Mi Jian gazed at Fang Wen's beautiful sleeping posture and her smooth, white thighs, covered by sheer stockings and exposed outside the blanket, thinking to himself, "Fiona, before I come back, I must have you." Mi Jian's masturbation reached its climax with a spasm, but he managed to hold back, wanting to save his precious semen for Fang Wen's love hole, so he always refrained from ejaculating. He put away his two pieces

of clothing

, tidied his slightly disheveled hair, and began to change.

Speaking of those two pieces of clothing, Mi Jian couldn't help but feel smug. Although he knew Fang Wen lived alone on the 38th floor, getting past the heavily guarded front desk to enter her room was a pipe dream. Plus, Fang Wen seemed to be consciously avoiding him. Therefore, after arriving in Hawaii, he hadn't had many opportunities to approach his prey.

That day, he inadvertently discovered the hotel's laundry cart and secretly followed it, learning the location of the laundry room. Late at night, he left his room and went straight to the laundry room, not seeing a single hotel employee along the way. Mi Jian sneaked into the laundry room, finding it empty. He easily found cabinet 3818, Fang Wen's room number, opened it, and took out the clothes to be washed. He picked out the two most intimate pieces—a nightgown and underwear—that most aroused a man's sexual fantasies, and rushed back to his room. That night, he placed Wen's underwear on the bed and spent the night masturbating repeatedly.

Now, Mi Jian, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, was a young, wealthy man of high society.

He looked at himself in the mirror, then left his room and headed towards the banquet hall.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. Mi Jian could already feel the lively atmosphere outside. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, several beautiful PRs greeted him with smiles: "Mr. Mi, please come in. The chairman is waiting for you." Mi Jian waved and walked into the banquet hall, chatting with the guests while keeping an eye on Fang Wen's beautiful figure.

"Ah Jian! Come and meet some of our uncles and elders." Hearing his father's call, Mi Jian quickly turned around. In that instant, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye: long, flowing, shiny hair, a strapless, low-cut black sequined dress, and a delicate and beautiful face—it was Fang Wen! Mi Jian paused for a moment, then walked towards his father.

"Once you're here, you can't escape my grasp." Mi Jian felt the last burden lifted from his heart.

The thank-you banquet began precisely at eight o'clock. Celebrities from all walks of life in Honolulu, leading figures in the financial and real estate industries, and local overseas Chinese leaders gathered in the magnificent banquet hall. The ladies present were all meticulously dressed, their elegant attire and striking appearances creating a dazzling spectacle.

After a brief speech and thank you, the lively cocktail party began. Mi Jian followed his father, smiling and raising his glass, but his eyes never left Fang Wen. She looked absolutely stunning today. Her black, low-cut dress accentuated her fair and smooth skin, making her almost dazzling under the bright lights. The meticulously tailored, form-fitting dress revealed her slender figure, and her full, white breasts were incredibly alluring. A delicate diamond necklace around her neck made her look radiant and noble.

Mi Jian slowly and subtly approached Fang Wen. As he reached her side, a faint fragrance wafted around him, and he felt a slight tension in his lower body. Fang Wen was smiling as she listened to the daughter of a local overseas Chinese leader explaining the Honolulu Museum. In the instant they brushed past each other, Mi Jian deliberately lightly touched Fang Wen's soft, boneless arm. He felt her incredibly smooth and warm skin glide past his hand, and he swallowed hard.

Fang Wen's wine glass was knocked to the ground, but fortunately, it was almost empty, with only a few drops splashing onto her long dress. Mi Jian, looking apologetic, hurriedly handed over a snow-white silk handkerchief, repeatedly saying, "Sorry, I'm so sorry."

Fang Wen, seeing it was Mi Jian again, returned a bright smile: "It's alright."

Without further ado, Mi Jian stopped a waiter, took another glass of champagne from the tray, and said to Fang Wen, "For my two offenses, I'll toast you." He then handed the glass to Fang Wen.

"No, no, thank you, Mr. Mi, I don't drink," Fang Wen replied calmly.

"It's alright, it's just a glass of champagne, please do me the honor!"

Fang Wen didn't really like the boss's son, but she couldn't refuse in this situation. Seeing Mi Jian's insistence, and thinking it was just a glass of champagne, Fang Wen took the glass, clinked glasses with Mi Jian, and took a small sip.

Mi Jian raised his glass and addressed the surrounding guests, "Today is a great day for our cooperation to begin. Let's toast to a bright future!" The guests applauded enthusiastically amidst the clinking of glasses. Seeing this, Fang Wen had no choice but to drink her pale yellow champagne in one gulp.

Mi Jian saw this and was overjoyed. He walked to the other end of the hall, a smile already on his face.

He quietly closed a hidden compartment in his ring, continuing his conversation with the others as if nothing had happened, his gaze constantly fixed on Fang Wen from afar.

Inside the opulent banquet hall, various VIPs formed small circles, discussing topics of interest to them, but the atmosphere was not noisy. Fang Wen chatted with the guests around her for a while, feeling a slight weariness, so she bowed slightly, said "Excuse me," and left her seat, heading towards the restroom.

The luxurious VIP restroom was empty, with only soft music playing from the speakers. Fang Wen stood in front of the mirror, gazing absently at her beautiful face, feeling a weariness slowly creeping over her. Fang Wen assumed it was due to the work pressure of the past week and didn't pay much attention. She touched up her makeup, adjusted her bangs, and straightened her long dress before returning to her seat.

After sitting for a while, Fang Wen felt increasingly tired, even feeling drowsy. Even the bright chandelier light seemed glaring, and the conversations around her became noisy, so she had to leave early. Fang Wen picked up her black handbag and walked out of the banquet hall. Her high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor of the elevator.

The elevator arrived quickly, and Fang Wen stepped inside, pressing button 38. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand reached out and blocked them, then a tall figure slipped into the elevator. Fang Wen quickly pressed "open" and saw that it was Mi Jian.

Mi Jian seemed to be in a hurry, with beads of sweat on his forehead: "Oh, what a coincidence, Fiona, we meet again." "

Hello," Fang Wen nodded.

"What's wrong? You don't look too well. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Nothing, just a little tired. I guess I was too tired the past few days."

"Then you should get some rest. What floor do you live on? I'll take you home." Mi Jian was being overly attentive again.

"No need to trouble you, we'll be there soon." As soon as Fang Wen finished speaking, the elevator stopped with a "ding," and Fang Wen groggily stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her room.

At first, Mi Jian carefully supported her, but after turning around the service desk, he practically carried Fang Wen forward. Fang Wen felt extremely dizzy and had no choice but to lean on Mi Jian's shoulder as the two walked into room number 18 together.

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