【Passionate Undercurrents Series: Wife's Incest】(20-21) Author: Yi Ming

Author: Yi Ming
Word Count: 20553

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When faced with firsthand experience, any imagination is utterly inadequate.

I did imagine what happened to Xin Yan last night. For example, how she took off
her clothes, or just lifted up her only shirt and pulled down her underwear. What was her expression and
actions like? Was she embarrassed, awkward, or did she just
calm down and act as usual? How did she spread her legs? Was she at the same angle as when we make love?
When she was filled with that swollen organ, did she compare herself to me? How many positions did she use during the whole process? Did she have any
normal physiological reactions, or even try to please him?
What was even more unsettling was the reaction of the acquaintances who witnessed this intercourse. Xinyan's unique physical characteristics, posture, and reactions often relentlessly
surfaced in my mind, prompting me to try and flesh out these fantasies more vividly.

The moment I saw Dawei's hand on her buttocks, all these contrived imaginings, like photoshopped
images, paled in comparison to her natural beauty. It was simply because that hand rested
so naturally, and the swaying of her buttocks beneath it was even more natural.

In the most primitive mating positions, the woman's buttocks serve as a platform for the man to complete sexual intercourse. It is said that
men's fascination with cleavage stems from this. A woman's buttocks contain the most sensual entrance to her body;
any wanton exposure or handling of that area is tantamount to declaring possession.

In modern civilized society, women's underwear is the last barrier to sexual intercourse. If it were taken away by someone else
, the consequences would be self-evident.

Could it be that Xinyan could only use this method to stall Dawei for twenty minutes? Could she have
been lying from the beginning of the traffic jam? If so, it would have been over forty minutes, enough for a lovemaking session with foreplay and climax
. Needless to say, the location must have been in Dawei's car; unknowingly, our car sex last night had become her
warm-up .

There were no empty seats on the bus home, and Xinyan and I stood side-by-side in the swaying carriage. To hold onto the handrail,
I took the opportunity to shake off her hand. Just thinking about how that hand had just touched something dirty made me feel
nauseous. I tried to appear natural, continuing to chat intimately with Xinyan.

While she wasn't exactly obsessed with oral sex, she never resisted it. The sensual, parting lips before me,
perhaps having just enveloped someone else's bulging veins, were now laughing and chatting with her husband.

In the air-conditioned car, Xin Yan's face remained flushed, giving her skin a translucent quality.

I couldn't help but recall my university days, when Xin Yan and I would ride the bus back to school after an outing, and I would
gaze at her with fascination the entire way. But the woman before me, though still beautiful, seemed to hover between familiarity and unfamiliarity in my eyes
.

I deliberately moved closer to her face several times, and although I didn't smell anything unusual, I noticed that she always leaned back
slightly , trying to keep a distance from me. Xin Yan doesn't usually carry condoms with her, so they probably
didn't have time to buy them for this kind of impromptu tryst. I thought to myself with a pang of resentment that if she were willing to accept
Da Wei , it might not be a bad thing; it's better than ejaculating inside her.

"I haven't asked you yet, how did Mei Ying get away just now?"

Xin Yan asked me impatiently as soon as she entered the house.

"Oh, later the boy admitted that he found Meiying's stockings and masturbated in the fitting room."

"Really? They believed him?"

"Why wouldn't they believe him?"

"But didn't his mother hear Meiying talking to her son?"

"Unfortunately, no one believed her. It's her own fault for being so stupid as not thinking to check the surveillance footage. While waiting for
you guys , I was sitting there watching the monitor and found that it covered every nook and cranny.

The technology these days..."

I plopped down on the sofa and reached out to pull Xinyan onto my lap.

"Oh, right...right..."

Xinyan paused between the two "rights," the first probably because she was still worried that the boy's mother hadn't asked to see
the video, and the second perhaps because she was thinking about herself and Dawei. There wasn't a trace of panic on her face, but she
turned and sat down next to me. I reached out and lifted her skirt up to her thighs, revealing the
light pink panties that Dawei had just put in his pocket.

"Aren't you hungry? I'll go make something to eat."

Xinyan pulled her skirt down a little, holding the edge, afraid I would actually pull off her panties.

"I haven't had enough of the smell yet; I was interrupted halfway through in the fitting room,"

I said with a grin.

"What's so nice about it? It's so hot, you smell terrible."

"I just want to smell your scent. Hurry up, take off your panties and give them to me. Are you going to do it yourself,
or should I do it?"

"Oh dear, I can't encourage this perverted behavior of yours. I'll go take a quick shower and make you
something to eat right away."

Seeing that I was really going to reach under her skirt, Xinyan suddenly stood up and said with her usual composure.

If there weren't semen stains in her panties at this moment, why would she try to cover them up? I was even stupid enough
to think that she would refuse to ejaculate inside without a condom. I suddenly felt
an urge to ask her about what I saw on the surveillance footage.

Watching her disappear behind the bathroom door, I swallowed the words I was about to say. I lit a cigarette,
took a deep drag, and exhaled it along with the stale air. For some reason, her
determination was stubbornly persistent.

In less than a day, I already felt like I didn't really know her anymore. I never imagined a woman
could change so drastically after a sexual encounter.

I increasingly felt that there was some ulterior motive behind last night's events. Was
Xinyan, nearing thirty, experiencing a surge in libido and actively seeking opportunities to have relations with other men? Or had
she already cheated and fallen into a chaotic desire from which she couldn't extricate herself, wanting to drag me into it to cover up
her own transgression?

The only thing that doesn't make sense is why I would mistakenly rape Meiying. Even if it was premeditated, such things aren't
easily controlled. While those photos could incite suspicion and resentment, not everyone would act on them.
My extreme actions... Besides, I had told Xinyan I wouldn't attend the wedding, and I had been avoiding being
seen by her at the banquet. Even if an accomplice tipped her off, how could they be sure that I would go to the bridal chamber after leaving the hotel
?

Recalling the scene I had just witnessed of Xinyan and Dawei on the surveillance footage, my emotions surged again, and I lit
another cigarette. To be honest, my feelings at the time were very complicated. Besides the shock of witnessing it firsthand, I couldn't
deny a strange, indescribable emotion. This emotion was similar to watching Meiying being humiliated in the security room. It was
my own woman being exposed to others and possessed by other men, yet the indignation paled in comparison
to the unspeakable excitement.

I have to admit that since Meiying came to my house last night, I've indeed tried many thrills I never even
imagined . The price was obvious: Xinyan would also be possessed by another man.

Is this what they call wife-swapping? I'd always thought this kind of thing was something far removed from my life. While I
understand the allure of novelty, for someone like me who already has a goddess-like wife,
exchanging any other woman would just be letting other men off easy.

"Why did you smoke so much?"

Xinyan came out of the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped around her armpits. She
frowned at the smoky living room, carrying her washed light pink underwear towards the balcony. She used to have
a habit of washing her underwear after showering, especially in the summer.

Soon, three steaming plates of my favorite seasonal home-style dishes were placed on the dining table.

"There's beer in the fridge, go get it for me."

Hearing Xinyan's call, I got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen, where I saw she had just filled two bowls with rice.

I had just taken the beer from the fridge and was carrying the two bowls of rice when Xinyan, chopsticks between her fingers, passed by the narrow space
behind . I deliberately took a small step back, squeezing her against the wall.

"What, you're so annoying..."

Xinyan pouted her sexy red lips and scolded sweetly.

In an instant, that domestic young woman was back in my sight. I turned my head and quickly
kissed , tasting the sweat that had seeped back from her work. Although it was salty, it was better than any
nectar in the world.

As soon as I shifted my body slightly, Xinyan immediately wriggled and squeezed out from between me and the wall. I followed her and used
the mouth of a beer bottle to lift the hem of her bath towel, inserting it into her plump buttocks. Xinyan immediately
jumped forward slightly from the cold, muttering "Disgusting" in a coquettish tone. I kept the bottle pressed against her buttocks and followed her
to the dining table. Just as she put down her rice bowl, I pressed the bottle against the edge of the table, saying, "Time to eat
, still not behaving."

I pulled the beer bottle from between her buttocks and placed it on the table, freeing my hand to reach into her buttocks and touch that
cool, delicate anus.

"Is it cool?"

"You know, it's really cool."

Seeing me teasing her with those little gestures again, Xin Yan said with satisfaction.

"Then let me cool you down a bit more."

I said, taking another beer bottle and stuffing it in. Xin Yan put her hands on the table, sticking her bare
buttocks back, opening her tight buttocks a little.

"Just cool it down there, don't, don't touch your little sister, you'll get sick."

I was about to sweep the bottle neck back and forth between her slightly parted crotch when Xin Yan immediately reminded me in a sweet voice.

I actually quite like Xin Yan using "there" and "little sister" to refer to her private parts, instantly making her
look like a respectable young woman again.

"Hey, you're so smart. From now on, just chill it like this for me in the summer, it really works."

As I pulled the second bottle of beer from between her legs, Xinyan turned and gave me a big
kiss .

"I'll go wash the bottle."

Xinyan placed the larger bowl of rice in front of me and reached for the beer bottle on the table.

"No need to wash it."

I pushed her arm away, picked up a bottle, bit the cap, and cracked it open with my teeth.

"Unhygienic, it's dirty."

"What's dirty about it? You smell amazing."

"Nonsense, only you smell good."

Xinyan said, placing a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on my rice before sitting down next to me.

"Come on, honey, let's have a drink first."

I picked up the glass of beer that had been poured in front of me and downed it in one gulp.

"Did you drink it all?"

"Yes, bottoms up."

I watched as Xinyan picked up her glass of beer, took a few small sips, and then, encouraged by my gaze,
finished it in several large gulps.

"Come on, have some food."

Seeing Xinyan's delicate face furrowed and her hands gently stroking her fair chest, I quickly picked up a piece of
her favorite stir-fried green peppers with dried bean curd and brought it directly to her lips.

"You should eat too, the food's getting cold."

Xinyan said, chewing elegantly as she urged me on.

I suddenly felt a sense of contentment in this everyday atmosphere, and began to eat heartily, enjoying the refreshing beer.

Before long, I finished a bottle of beer, so I picked up a second one and opened it with my teeth.

"Look at you, always neglecting your teeth,"

Xinyan said reproachfully, lightly patting my arm.

"Hey, I want to add some flavor to this second bottle."

"What flavor?"

"Come on, lie down."

I gestured for a puzzled Xinyan to lean back in the chair, letting her hips dangle. She
struggled hold onto the chair back, watching me lift the hem of her towel, spread her legs, and then pick up
the bottle and empty glass from the table.

The amber liquid slowly spilled onto Xinyan's grassy area, washing over the rocks protruding from her hips and
pouring into the glass beneath her. Some beer dripped onto the ground, carried by streaks of wet grass.

"Why don't you go shave your hair?"

"I see you're even more playful than before. You want me to shave my head like Meiying?"

Xinyan giggled, ignoring her earlier comment that "little sister" was afraid of ice.

When she mentioned Meiying, my face hardened, but I quickly masked it.

"What kind of flavor is this? I see you..."

"It's disinfected with alcohol, so what's dirty about it?"

I stopped what I was doing before I could finish speaking, and Xinyan's smile froze on her face. She immediately
sat up, bringing her legs together and pulling the towel back up. I slammed the bottle and glass onto the table.

The tension between us was palpable. Xinyan's beautiful eyes first flashed with question,
then confusion, and finally, a look of grievance.

"Call Meiying later and tell

her not to come again," I said coldly, then walked towards the sofa in the living room, afraid that I
would be melted .

"Why?! Don't you like her too?"

Xinyan raised her voice behind me.

"For no reason. Because there's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"What, what? A free lunch…"

"Right! I've never believed in free lunches."

"Then do you want to know why this big pie like Meiying fell from the sky?"

"I don't want to know!"

I thought to myself, isn't she just trying to tell me it's all your doing? Judging from Meiying's current enthusiasm towards me,
the thing between us is thinner than a sheet of paper. Maybe one day she'll just throw herself at me;
there's no need for your so-called sacrifice. Actually, what sacrifices can a woman make in this kind of thing? It's like flushing a used toilet—who knows who pooped before, or what they pooped on? So was I wrong
to say I was disinfecting her ?
Why pretend you don't know you're having an attack?

Xinyan, sitting across the table, picked up her phone, hesitated, and then swiped it a few times.

"I have some videos..."

"What videos?"

"Recorded last night in the new house..."

Xinyan only said half a sentence, but my heart jumped into my throat.

"I'm not interested!"

Although I refused verbally, my heart was pounding. I knew the moment I'd been waiting for
had arrived.

"But I hope you'll take a look..."

Xinyan stood up and calmly walked to the sofa, observing me quietly for a while as I sat with my head down. Seeing that I
did simply sat down next to me, reaching out to stroke my arm exposed outside my short sleeve, and placed her phone
on my lap. I glanced at the lit screen of the phone, hesitating whether to pick it up. When our eyes met again, Xinyan
raised her eyebrows as if to encourage me. As I resolutely picked up my phone, Xinyan
took my arm and rested her head lightly on my shoulder.

The screen showed a still image of a video waiting to play. I took a deep breath and pressed play.

In the slightly shaky video, Meiying got up from the bed, took Xinyan's hand, and gently shook it twice.

Xinyan, as if suddenly waking, stiffly got out of bed and stumbled after Meiying to
the men standing or sitting around the coffee table.

"Du Fei, have you started recording?"

Xinyan, who had just stopped, looked up at the empty space ahead and sighed as she asked.

"Yes, it's started,"

came Du Fei's voice from outside the screen.

A sharp "smack" startled everyone in the video and me watching it.

Caught off guard, Xinyan stared at her best friend, whose expression had suddenly changed, with disbelief.

"What are you looking at? You slut! I've been fed up with you for ages! You think you're so smart? You
were smarter , and now you're still trying to be clever in this situation. And you even tried to record it! I'll teach you to be clever, I'll teach you to be clever!"

Meiying said, raising her arms and slapping Xinyan's beautiful face more than a dozen times
until her face was covered with red handprints.

Meiying's words sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't know if she had made up the words on the spot or if they were an outpouring of her true
feelings .

Meiying stopped, her whole body trembling uncontrollably from the emotional turmoil. After a
barrage of slaps, Xinyan's hair was disheveled. She took a few deep breaths, trying to control her trembling body, but
the panic on her face had vanished.

Seeing this, Xinyan reached out and pressed the pause button. She looked up at my astonished expression and gently
stroked my cheek.

"Are you really ready?"

Xinyan asked softly. Seeing me nod, she pressed play.

The men in the room fell silent. Watching the woman's body tremble slightly beneath the fabric, I
imagined they were all itching to tear off that thin shirt.

"You slut, I'm going to rip you off!"

Mei Ying's seductive cry surely drew cheers from all the onlookers. Her hand didn't reach for Xin Yan's
shirt straps, but instead tore open the silk fabric at the V-neck. She
ripped and pulled the shirt off Xin Yan's body with such swiftness and efficiency. My wife didn't resist much. As her shirt slipped off, most of her fair breasts were revealed beneath her
pale purple strapless bra. Her matching lace thong clung tightly to
her skin, outlining the full mound of flesh below her abdomen.

"I don't want you to see anymore,"

Xin Yan said, pressing the pause button again and throwing herself into my arms. When her hand accidentally touched my
erection , Xin Yan looked up at my expression.

"Do you know what Mei Ying is going to do next…?"

"Is it taking off your bra…?"

I choked on my words. Pressing play again, Xin Yan buried her burning face in my chest.

"I told you not to cover up!"

In the video, Xin Yan instinctively reached out to cover her chest, but Mei Ying angrily ripped off her bra.

"No, no, Mei Ying, don't do this..."

Xin Yan frantically pressed her arms down to cover her swaying breasts.

"What are you covering up for? Didn't you always show off your boyfriend's 'hot breasts' when you were in school? Why don't you show
them to everyone?"

Mei Ying forcefully pried her hands away, but Xin Yan stubbornly raised her arms again, earning her a
loud slap. This repeated several times until Xin Yan's long, wavy hair was a mess, and she could only lower her hands
and look at Mei Ying expressionlessly.

My wife's breasts were completely exposed to everyone's eyes, and I swallowed hard.

"Wow, still so moist and tender! Look here, here, you can even see the bluish veins. Your breasts
have grown quite a bit over the years, looks like your husband has been rubbing them quite a bit. Haha."

Xinyan maintained her graceful posture, her slender waist and upper hips forming a perfect S-shape, her
neck like a pear blossom, her lower hips and thighs forming a plump pear shape. Now, her wife was only wearing a light purple lace
panty , barely covering the most vibrant part of her body, just enough to prevent her
from feeling utterly ashamed. Under the light, her fair and firm skin had a translucent quality.

"What a slut! Look at those nipples, they're standing up!"

Meiying pointed to her wife's areolas, which were gradually spreading, and the nipples, which had previously been like bamboo shoots, had quietly become erect
.

"Take a good look, all of you! Xin Yan, the company's number one beauty, is showing off her breasts for you guys.

I bet you've all scrutinized her countless times with your lewd eyes, haven't you? Isn't she
even more alluring than you think?"

This barrage of taunts was directed at the helpless Xin Yan, giving the men present a real eye-opener. Even I hadn't
expected Mei Ying to have such eloquence. A woman with her upper body naked standing before those well-dressed men
created a strange atmosphere. The room fell silent again. I knew the men were all staring at that
innocent light purple lace panties.

Mei Ying calmly circled Xin Yan, seemingly deliberately teasing the onlookers.

"No, no..."

Xin Yan, whom I was holding, suddenly reached for her phone, but I grabbed her hand and pressed it back down. The video
continued playing, and Xinyan began to slowly rub the gradually expanding outline of my crotch with her hands.

"You slut, why are you still wearing this? Aren't you going to cause trouble later?"

Under everyone's approving gaze, Meiying became more and more enthusiastic. When her fingers pinched the waistband of Xinyan's lace panties,
I swallowed several times.

"No, no, Meiying, no, you can't do this, I can't, I really can't..."

Xinyan quickly grabbed the waistband with both hands. When Meiying started to pull down, Xinyan pulled up even harder,
which clearly showed the abalone line on my mound of flesh, and made my breasts tremble incessantly.

"Oh, you can't even take it at the beginning? You'll see in a bit. Speak up sooner rather than later
, so you don't suffer. It's all for nothing if you don't hold on until the end."

"No, no, Meiying, I'm afraid I can't..."

"Whether you can or not isn't up to you now! Are you going to let go or not?!"

Meiying said, releasing Xinyan's waistband and slapping her hard across the face, making Xinyan stumble.

When Xinyan stood up again, her face was flushed, and her nipples were even more erect than before. My wife
slowly lowered her hands in front of everyone. The forced undressing I had hoped for did not happen.

"Don't forget, I'm helping you."

Meiying said triumphantly, biting her lip, and reached into the waistband of the only pair of underwear Xinyan was wearing. She supported herself with her hands
on her waistband and slowly slid down Xin Yan's hips, pausing deliberately when her slender belly was revealed.

"Watch out, she's about to show her pubic hair. Guess what our company's beauty's pubic hair looks like, is it a lot or a little?"

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to reveal the long-awaited female pubic hair, Mei Ying suddenly became mysterious.

"I think Xinyan is quite healthy. I guess she has a lot of pubic hair, and it's quite thick."

"Who said that? The black area that was visible through her crotch just now wasn't big. I guess she has less pubic hair, but it's not
a white tiger either."

"I think it's a big triangle..."

"No, it should be a pubic hair..."

"Meiying, quickly reveal it to everyone."

Everyone was talking at once about the pubic hair covering their wives' most private parts when President Xiao waved his hand to interrupt them
.

When the first strand of dark pubic hair peeked out from the waistband, Mei Ying deliberately pulled it up and down several times before slowly pulling it
down to the end of the inverted triangle.

"Look at our goddess's pubic hair, it's like a black forest! Let's see how many of you guessed right."

After saying that, Mei Ying ignored the men's chatter and continued to slowly pull down the light purple lace
panties . When they were completely upside down between Xin Yan's legs, the crotch part was still stuck to the bottom of her torso...

"Look, it's stuck there. Is she getting wet?"

Mei Ying chuckled. Xinyan hurriedly spread her legs apart, seemingly
trying to loosen her crotch. Unexpectedly, the fabric was stuck to her flesh and wouldn't separate, making her blush
deeply embarrassment.

"Oh dear, why is it so sticky? Even the wetness from your cunt is different, stickier than glue. It takes so
much force to pull it apart."

Meiying pretended to pull down with great force, and the crotch actually stretched a little before springing away from
her body. Xinyan quickly lowered her head, as if trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

In the shot, the light purple panties were suddenly pulled down below the knees, and I was so nervous I could barely hold my phone.
At Meiying's direction, my wife alternately lifted her legs, completely removing that last shred of modesty from her body.
Meiying hooked the rolled-up panties with her fingertips, deliberately waving them a few times in front of Xinyan, as if to demonstrate
her absolute authority over Xinyan's body, before throwing them to the ground with utter contempt.

The thicket of dark, glossy hair on the woman's lower abdomen
contrasted , as if mocking my recent suspicions and my recklessness last night. For some reason, I suddenly felt a pang of regret that Meiying wasn't
experienced . Such insults between women should be more scathing, like
exposing Xinyan's underwear to everyone. After a whole day of fooling around, that area must be covered in shameful
stains of bodily fluids.

Xinyan, who was lying on my stomach, had already unbuckled my belt and started pulling down my underwear.

On the phone screen, Xinyan slightly bent one leg, resting one knee lightly on the other, trying her best
to cover that patch of pubic hair, while my lower body, now free, sprang out. Xinyan continued to pull my
underwear down from my feet, leaving my lower body completely naked.

"Look at you, you slut. Nobody's even touched you yet, and your nipples are already hard enough to hang a bottle of soy sauce on. Want some pleasure?"

In the video still playing, Mei Ying slapped Xin Yan's full breasts left and right,
making the round mounds roll wildly, quickly covered in red handprints. Not satisfied, Mei Ying
suddenly pinched both nipples with her fingers and shook them. Caught off guard, Xin Yan first frowned, her beautiful features contorted,
but she restrained herself from moaning. A moment later, her abdominal muscles visibly twitched a few times.

"So big…"

Xinyan, her face resting on my stomach, stared intently at my now monstrous erection.

"Damn, Meiying's amazing,"

someone in the video said, seemingly encouraging Meiying, who had just let go, to continue.

"Had enough? Squat down!"

Everyone knows what it means to make a naked woman squat, and Meiying, as a woman, should
know even more clearly, because of her body's structure, a woman's private parts are unseemly exposed when she squats .

She could have protested against this excessive request. As I thought this, Xinyan in my arms
had already started to stroke my erection.

"No, Meiying, don't make me do that, okay..."

"Why not? Hurry up!"

"That, that's what everyone can see... No, no..."

"Oh, what's wrong?! We've been waiting for so long, how can you not let everyone see what it looks like?

Besides, I've never seen what the company's number one beauty's pussy looks like either. Hurry up, or I'll beat you up again!"
"

In the shot, Xinyan finally squatted down, her body trembling uncontrollably. When her legs were fully folded,
her thighs and buttocks appeared even fuller and rounder. Although she tried her best to bring her fair knees together,
there was still an oval gap the size of a goose egg between her thighs. Through the black hair peeking forward between her ankles,
some dark flesh could be vaguely seen hanging shamefully outside her body.

I had never seen Xinyan squat like this before. She usually preferred to kneel when giving me oral sex rather than use this
rather unseemly squatting position.

Xinyan quickened her movements at this moment, stimulating the swollen, dark red head from time to time."

"What are you clamping down for? Hurry up and show us your cunt, let everyone see what a goddess's thing looks like."

Xin Yan hesitated slightly on her blank face, seemingly not understanding what Mei Ying wanted her to do. I not only understood
Mei Ying 's meaning, but I had even been waiting for this moment.

"Damn it, still pretending, still trying to act innocent like in college. Spread your legs, you slut!"

In the video, Xin Yan received another loud slap from Mei Ying.

"Spread your legs, are you too ugly to be seen?"

Mei Ying continued to insult his wife in the video.

Xin Yan, in his arms, reached under her armpit, pulled open the bath towel, pulled it out from under her body, and threw it on the ground.

I held the naked Xinyan in my arms. In the video, her bare buttocks were just kicked by Meiying. She
used her hands to support her knees and spread her legs, her body trembling so much that she almost couldn't squat.

"Oh, I, I... I feel so embarrassed... People saw that... and, and they're all
people I know..."

Xinyan pressed her burning face against my chest, her glove gripping my genitals faster and faster.

"Spread your legs wider, who can see anything with all that hair on your body? Spread them yourself, do you expect me
to do it for you?!"

Meiying continued with even more outrageous demands in the video. The woman's most private parts were completely exposed, even
her private parts were shown. This was simply too much. My throat tightened.

Xin Yan in the video sighed softly and actually reached between her legs and spread her legs. I felt a wave of dizziness;
this unnatural exposure seemed far too much.

"I told you to spread your hair, not your flesh. It's hideous!"

Mei Ying couldn't help but giggle. Xin Yan's face, however, remained surprisingly calm,
ignoring .

"Mei Ying is a jerk!"

Xin Yan in my arms scolded coquettishly, and I saw her reach between her legs and start rubbing herself.

The men were now extremely excited, buzzing with whispers and discussions. Tan Hui, whose position wasn't ideal,
simply walked up to Xin Yan and bent down to admire her closely.

"I spilled some wine on you earlier, and you wouldn't even let me wipe it off. Now you've even let me see your pussy. Haha,
don't blame my good fortune, blame your bad character."

"Still a butterfly pussy, the color hasn't been fucked too deeply yet. The pubic hair is so black and long, her sex drive must be strong."

Wu Bo also joined in, pointing at Xin Yan's private parts, commenting with a mouthful of vulgarities.

"Ah~...ah~..."

Hearing her private parts being described with obscene words by men on the screen, Xin Yan in my arms
quickly rubbed her clitoris while moaning softly.

"I...I feel like an animal...surrounded, surrounded by a bunch of male beasts...taking
pleasure...ah, ah...no...no...uh~"

"Then why don't you run away, you female beast?"

"I...I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...I have no choice but to let them, they see, see my cunt...

ah, ah...slutty, slutty cunt...seen...no, no...no...ah~..."
…

In the shot, the men seemed to be admiring prey about to be devoured, standing or squatting around Xin Yan. Some couldn't resist
touching her shoulders, while others lightly pinched her arms. Each physical contact sent
a chill down Xin Yan's spine, who was naturally clean-loving. Suddenly, she screamed "Ah!" and squeezed her legs together tightly
. It turned out that Wu Bo had reached behind and touched his wife's crotch.

"It's wet, so horny."

Wu Bo put his fingers to his nose and sniffed wantonly.

"I'm...I'm wet..."

Xin Yan held out her wet fingers to my face, making me put those fingers in my mouth and
taste the salty, fishy flavor.

"Hey, a gentleman doesn't resort to violence,"

Da Gang said, nudging Wu Bo with his elbow in the video.

"Don't pretend to be so righteous. I'm going to tell Zhang Mei you were watching so closely, she'll definitely teach you a lesson,"

Wu Bo said with a wicked grin to Da Gang, who had been staring intently at Xin Yan's crotch. Zhang Mei was
Da Gang's wife, and also Da Wei's classmate.

"It's even leaking a line, haha,"

someone exclaimed. At this moment, the camera zoomed in on Xin Yan's crotch, and indeed,
a line of clear liquid was hanging from between the parted folds of flesh, suspended in the air for a while before dripping to the ground. The tension of female bodily fluids is truly amazing,
reminding me of the time Da Wei teased us about pulling out the silk thread during our wedding night. I suddenly remembered that the person recording was Du Fei, and
I cursed him inwardly for being so outrageous, having to do this close-up now of all times. I should have fucked Ruoxin last night
.

I put down my phone, laid Xinyan down on the sofa, and spread her legs wide. That flower in the video...
The woman's flesh, being watched by a group of men, faced the window, the bright afternoon sunlight flooding her once-hidden
place. I squeezed the dew-covered, budding flower with my hand, slowly pushing its shy little tip
out .

The cell phone on the coffee table continued playing, emitting various lewd conversations and unrestrained laughter,
stimulating me to quicken and intensify my finger movements. Xin Yan's hips began to sway up and down, repeatedly performing
the movements of withdrawal and thrusting. As her moans grew hoarse, she persisted in a long, drawn-out thrust.

"What are you clenching for? Keep squatting! You'll be opening up for someone to fuck you in a bit."

Meiying's words came from the phone, making my mind suddenly flustered, and my hands stopped moving.

"Ah...ah...uh..."

Amidst the excited moans, Xinyan's overflowing hips trembled a few times, and the tendons in her thighs tensed up like never before
.

I reached for my phone on the coffee table. In the video, Xinyan was still squatting in that indecent position, and Meiying
was patting the back of her head to keep her in the right position for the men to watch.

The previous video had made me think that Xinyan was atoning for my mistake by being publicly humiliated by Meiying, but Meiying
's words "let someone fuck you" just now, coupled with the nearly two-hour ordeal last night,
shattered that idea in an instant.

"Xinyan, you always seem so calm and collected, I never expected you to be so determined
. You're definitely capable of handling important tasks."

President Xiao reached out and stroked Xinyan's smooth shoulder. His serious praise immediately broke the somewhat oppressive
atmosphere and elicited some chuckles.

"I didn't expect Meiying to be so good at dealing with people
. I think you're the perfect candidate for the HR department next time,"

Da Gang said, mimicking President Xiao's tone as he praised Meiying.

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business. Meiying, help her get into bed,"

Da Wei said, gesturing for everyone to follow Xinyan and Meiying to the bedside.

"Sorry, I had no choice,"

Meiying said, grabbing Xinyan's stiff body before she got into bed.

"It's alright,"

Xinyan said, slightly surprised, then smiling and gently pushing Meiying away.

"How about I help you put on your blindfold?"

Meiying asked with concern. Xinyan, who was just getting into bed, turned back and smiled at Meiying, shaking her head
almost .

"Then I'll turn off these main lights." Meiying considerately turned off the crystal
chandelier , leaving only the nightlight, bedside lamp, and floor lamp. The room suddenly became less bright, creating an
unexpectedly ambiguous effect.

The video ended there, and I dejectedly lowered my phone. Since seeing Xinyan again last night,
the reason had refrained from asking any questions was because I didn't want to shatter the last glimmer of hope in my heart.

Thinking of my ordinary life with Xinyan before yesterday, I turned to look out
the window, which was still late afternoon. On the balcony opposite the window, a young woman was hanging clothes to dry. A gentle breeze blew a
strand of her freshly washed hair onto her forehead, billowing her robe into the shape of a drum. In the bright sunlight
, her skin and clothing shimmered with a translucent quality. Occasionally,
the sounds of neighbors greeting each other and children laughing and playing drifted from downstairs. Some were arguing loudly, while others were calling for friends.

It was such an ordinary summer afternoon, so ordinary that it could inexplicably stir up some resentment towards the unusual.

(21)

At the other end of the sofa, Xin Yan sat up, bent her legs and placed them on the side of the sofa, bringing her knees
together towards me. The wind blowing in from the window ruffled the hair on her forehead, brushing past the beads of sweat that had seeped into her nose and temples.

Her ethereal gaze seemed to be immersed in the past, yet also yearning for the future; she was practically a living embodiment
of the mermaid on the rocks by the sea in Long Beach Park.

Back in college, after intense afternoon sex, we liked to sit quietly like this,
listening to the hustle and bustle of the outside world, seeking inner peace. Each time, Xin Yan would use this elegant posture, the ends of her legs perfectly covering her low-cut pubic hair, making her look even more like she was sculpted
from a flawless white jade .
Those crystal-clear eyes, that exquisitely beautiful face, that fragrant, slender neck, those delicate collarbones, those jade-like shoulders, those tender, lotus-
root-like arms, those lustrous, snow-white breasts, that slender, willow-like waist, those full, pear-shaped hips, those long, shapely legs—her entire body, with its flawless, jade-
like features, was a masterpiece of nature.

Though we hadn't made any formal vows, I had already secretly pledged to spend my life with her. Not just because of her unparalleled
beauty, but also because she could take me to enjoy the spring breeze, stroll through autumn leaves, cool off in the summer heat, and warm me on snowy nights.

I wonder if she can still find that tranquility now; I only know that my heart is churning with unsettling emotions.
If life were to change from this moment on, would the ending be as I wish?

A gentle afternoon breeze swept through the hallway, carrying Xinyan's distinctive fragrance as it passed between my arms. Just as I was about to
break the silence, my phone, resting on my lap, vibrated, notifying me of a message. Xinyan reached across my
relaxed groin and picked up her phone, her fingertips lightly tracing the surface of my bare skin.

"Almost forgot, someone's coming soon,"

Xinyan said with a smile, swiping a few times on her phone.

"Meiying won't be back so soon, will she?"

"It's not her."

"Then who could it be?"

"We'll find out when they get here."

A moment later, the doorbell rang. Xinyan quickly got up and handed me her phone.

"If you want the person coming to do anything, just send a message to this WeChat account."

"What does that mean?"

I was completely confused and took the phone with a puzzled look on my face.

"There's no time to explain now, hurry up and put on your clothes. I'm going into the bedroom, you can take care of things by yourself."

After Xinyan went into the room, I hurriedly put on my clothes and rushed to the door.
Looking through the peephole, I saw a young woman's transformed figure outside the door, and my heart couldn't help but pound.

"Is this Xinyan's house?"

The woman was startled by the sudden opening of the door and took a small step back before asking.

"Yes, may I ask who you are... Oh, isn't this Secretary Kim? Please come in, please come in."

The newcomer was wearing a knee-length dress with gold and silver-gray vertical stripes, the smooth fabric cinched at the waist with a thin gold
leather belt . She wore light gray stockings and gold high heels.

This woman was Mr. Xiao's secretary, named Jin Feiqian. I had long heard from Xinyan that she was practically second only to Mr. Xiao in the company
, though it was just a facade; she was incredibly arrogant. I quickly ushered her into the room and led
her to the living room, politely inviting her to sit down.

She glanced around the room, then gracefully walked to the coffee table, choosing a single sofa. As she sat down,
a strong scent of perfume wafted over. I tactfully stepped back, keeping a distance from her, and sat
on the long sofa. I had

met her a few times before because of that sales deal where I was misled by Dawei; I knew she was a few
years older than us, probably in her early thirties. She still had her signature short, chin-length hair, looking very capable.

"Is Xinyan home?"

Secretary Jin asked, her thin lips moving slightly. Her fairly pretty eyes always gave off an unfriendly vibe.

"Oh, she went out on business. May I ask what you need her for?"

"Oh, really. It's nothing much. I have a document here; Mr. Xiao asked me to give it to her." As

she spoke, she took an envelope from her bag and placed it on the coffee table.

"What's so important? Is it urgent that you brought it over on the weekend? Should I call her and tell her
to come back right away?"

"No need. Why don't you take a look and sign for it for her? That way I won't have to wait for her."

Secretary Jin finished speaking and listlessly adjusted the hem of her skirt that was covering her knees.

I opened the unsealed envelope and pulled out two sheets of paper. I unfolded the documents and saw two sheets: one was an appointment notice printed on Xinyan's
company official letterhead, and the other was a document receipt form. The appointment notice stated that Xinyan
would be transferred to the group's sales department next Monday, serving as assistant manager and head of procurement for a certain type of complete set of equipment.

I was shocked. This was the most lucrative position in Xinyan's company; it shouldn't have been her turn.

What was going on? Could it be related to what happened last night? I suddenly remembered Xinyan saying that
if I wanted the newcomer, this Secretary Jin, to do anything, I just needed to send a message to her WeChat account
.

What did that mean? What should I make Secretary Jin do? Would this snobbish woman really
listen to me?

"Such an important matter, how come I haven't heard Xinyan mention it? Maybe I should send her a WeChat message and ask her."

Before I finished speaking, I picked up Xinyan's phone from the coffee table. A chat window with someone named "
Xiaoxiaosasa . Secretary Jin, sitting diagonally opposite, glanced at the open window. Always pampered, she
seemed annoyed that the air conditioning wasn't on, and started fanning herself with her hand.

"Tell her to unbuckle her belt,"

I typed quickly on the screen after a moment's thought. After pressing send, I gave Secretary Jin
a fawning smile. Unexpectedly, she glared at me, then turned her well-maintained, smooth, and firm face
away, pretending to examine our home's furnishings.

A moment later, I heard a notification sound from her phone. She reached into her bag with feigned elegance and
pulled out her phone. After swiping a few times, an incredulous expression immediately appeared on her face.

She frowned, quickly typed, then angrily pressed send, stood up abruptly, and
walked towards the door. Just as she touched the doorknob, her phone rang again. She picked it up, glanced at it,
and then dejectedly lowered it. Secretary Kim stood with her back to me for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and walked
back to me with a beaming smile.

"Oh dear, I'm a little thirsty. Do you have anything to drink?"

"Why didn't you say so sooner? I'll get you a drink right away." Seeing

her sit down again, I quickly got up and went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get a drink. When I returned to
the coffee table , I immediately saw the gold belt on it. "It's so hot today." Secretary Kim forced a smile as she took the drink, opened it, and took a sip. After removing the belt, the dress that had been billowing around her waist clung to her body, immediately revealing her enviable bust. "Tell her to take off her shoes." I felt things were starting to get interesting, so I quickly sent a second message. Soon, Secretary Kim picked up her phone, glanced at the new message, and froze. "It's so hot today." "Yeah, yeah. It's only June." "Can I take off my shoes to cool off?" "Sure, sure." Secretary Kim angrily kicked off her shoes, instinctively trying to stand up, but looking down at her feet clad only in stockings, she relaxed again. Although I'm not a fan of beautiful feet or stockings, those delicate feet and legs encased in stockings made my heart flutter. Through thin stockings, I noticed her beautiful foot shape, each toe exquisitely shaped, and her unpainted toenails as smooth as pearls. Her calves were long and slender, the light and shadow created by the light gray stockings making her calves look particularly firm and rounded. "I wonder what Xinyan is busy with, she hasn't replied to WeChat yet. I'll send her another one." I said, picking up my phone and typing again. "Tell her to take off her stockings." I had just sent the message when Secretary Jin's phone rang a moment later. She picked it up with an impatient look, glanced at it, and opened her mouth in surprise for a long time before closing it. "Excuse me, I'd like to use your bathroom for a moment." Secretary Jin's eyes lit up, and she immediately asked me very politely. "Oh, the bathroom is over there. Don't be shy." Secretary Jin stood up and hurried barefoot to the bathroom. I thought to myself that this woman, who was in a high-ranking position, was no ordinary person ; she had the quick wit to take off her stockings in the restroom. "Tell her to go back to the living room to take off her stockings," I deliberately waited a moment before sending the message, thinking I'd make sure she took them off and put them back on in there. Suddenly, I heard a buzzing sound coming from the restroom; she must have been in a hurry to make a phone call with that "carefree" guy. After a while, Secretary Kim came out of the restroom. Her cheeks were flushed, and she hurriedly walked back to the sofa and sat down, her head slightly lowered . "It's so hot today." "Yeah, yeah. It's only June." "I don't know why, but these stockings I'm wearing are especially hot today." "Oh, really? I don't know." I thought to myself, this woman is really something else. I'm not going to give her any leeway; let's see how she takes off her stockings herself. "I'd like to take them off. You don't mind, do you?"

"Ah?! Oh, no problem, of course not. Please do as you please."

Before I could finish speaking, Secretary Kim stood up, turned her back to me, and carefully began to lift her skirt.

"Oh, Secretary Kim, why don't you go to the restroom..."

"No, no need."

Secretary Kim quickly interrupted me, reaching under her skirt to pull down her pantyhose. She hurriedly rolled the pantyhose up to
her calves, and just as she was about to pull her feet out, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. I quickly got up and went to
help her, but she ignored me completely. I saw Secretary Kim, who was usually bossy and domineering, sitting on the ground
angrily taking her delicate pink feet out of the rolled-up pantyhose.

"Tell her to take off her underwear."

I secretly sent the message I had just typed out.

Secretary Jin had just stood up and smoothed her skirt when her phone rang again.

"Are you crazy!" Secretary Jin

yelled angrily at her phone after just one glance. She rushed to the sofa, slammed on
her high heels , grabbed her belt from the coffee table, turned around, walked to where she had fallen, bent down, picked up the tattered stockings,
and stormed out the door without looking back.

"She's gone?"

Xin Yan's voice came from behind me. I closed the door and returned to the coffee table,
nodding .

"She gave you a document."

I pointed to the two pieces of paper on the coffee table.

"President Xiao is quite trustworthy."

Xin Yan finished reading the document in one go, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"What's going on here?"

"You actually want to know if this has anything to do with what happened last night, right?"

Xin Yan finished speaking and sat down on the sofa, looking at my hesitant expression.

"Hey, how was Secretary Jin just now? What did you make her do?"

Seeing that I didn't answer immediately, Xin Yan changed the subject and asked about what had just happened. I vividly
described to Xin Yan how Secretary Jin had unbuckled her belt, taken off her shoes, and removed her stockings. Xin Yan listened and
nodded , but when she heard that Secretary Jin had made her run away in anger by taking off her underwear, she couldn't help but giggle.

"This," said Xiaoshao, "is it President Xiao?"

"Yes, you're smart. It just proved that her relationship with President Xiao is indeed unusual."

"Does that need proving? I could
tell ."

"But how far does their relationship go beyond a superior-subordinate relationship?"

"When a man and woman go beyond a normal relationship, how far can it go? It's just that simple, isn't it? Besides, why are you
thinking about all this?"

"Secretary Jin is beautiful, has a good figure, and is young. Why would she give herself to a middle-
aged man ?"

"What's the big deal? It's all about power and money."

Xinyan seemed not to be listening to me, busy fiddling with her phone.

"I sent him a WeChat message saying Secretary Jin left. He asked me if Secretary Jin had taken off her underwear. That old
lecher ."

She continued typing with her head down.

"I told her she hadn't, and she hadn't even signed for the documents."

Watching Xin Yan busy chatting with President Xiao on WeChat, a strange
melancholy .

"He said he wants Secretary Jin to come back."

"Forget it. Don't force things like that."

"But don't you think it's funny? Have you ever seen someone like Secretary Jin being manipulated
?"

"Xin Yan, actually she wasn't being manipulated by us. Besides, if you're just trying to make me happy,
then there's no need for this."

Actually, I think President Xiao must have mistakenly thought Secretary Jin was with Xin Yan just now.

"The department I'm going to be working in will involve a lot of dealing with her. But I feel like Secretary Jin always acts
like she's a bully, and I really want to teach her a lesson. Otherwise, she might make things difficult for me out of jealousy."

"If that's the case, there's no need to rush. Spend some time with her first, understand her
weaknesses, and then I'll help you deal with her, okay?"

"Then promise me you'll help me!"

"Look at you, you're my wife, who else would I help if not you?!" "

That's good. But someone's coming to our house later."

"Isn't it Meiying coming back soon?"

"Meiying, Meiying, all you can think about is Meiying! Just now you kept telling Meiying not to come to our house anymore
, I never thought men could be so good at pretending!"

"Xinyan, I knew you'd misunderstand. Why don't you really call Meiying and tell her not to come back?"

"Really? I'm afraid the more we tell her not to come back, the more eager the little bitch will be to come back."

After Xinyan finished speaking, seeing that I was speechless for a moment, she immediately reached out and grabbed my arm and shook it.

"How about I show you another video from last night, so you can see how I dealt with her and
why I call her a little bitch?"

Xin Yan waved her phone triumphantly. Seeing my curious expression, she reached out and put her arm around her smooth shoulder
, quickly found the video, and pressed play.

"Du Fei, is it recording?"

This was Xin Yan's voice-over.

"Yeah, it's recording."

When Du Fei's voice-over came through, the camera was always focused on Mei Ying standing by the bed and the men beside her.

"Was it fun, Meiying?"

"Oh, that's your question. Weren't you the one doing all the playing just now?"

"Do you want to play more?"

"Hey, you're getting addicted. Tell me how you want to play, I'm all in tonight."

"Really? Then lick my pussy clean."

"What, what?"

Meiying, who had been so shameless just now, suddenly stopped smiling and asked in surprise
as .

"You don't understand down there, but you know what a pussy is, right? Come here and lick my pussy clean, hurry up!"

"You slut, you're fucking crazy. If you act like a slut again, we'll take turns with you right now!"

Dawei pulled away the stuttering Meiying and pointed at them in the camera, cursing.
The men watched in silence.

"You bastard, I think you're the one who's crazy! I just recorded what you did to me, there's no need to
remind you again."

"You think you can play these tricks on me? It was your husband who raped my Meiying first, there's no need
to remind ."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Well, they all saw it just now, they can testify for me."

"Ask them again who will testify for you."

The men in the camera suddenly all hid off-camera, some even covering their faces.

"You, you..."

Dawei stammered. Suddenly, he lunged at the camera, grabbing the phone, and the scene instantly
descended into chaos.

"Don't touch it, Dawei, I'm warning you! Du Xiang, come over here, let's see which of them dares to move!"

"Brother, don't worry, we two are more than capable of dealing with these cowards!"

The conversation between the Du brothers could be heard from off-screen amidst the violently shaking footage. I'd heard before that they were both
skilled even beaten up Dawei in middle school over a love triangle.

"Du Fei, call the police for me. I think we should just leave it at that,"

Xin Yan's helpless voice could be heard off-screen.

"Oh dear, don't let this hurt our relationship. Dawei, look..."

Then came President Xiao's voice. Sure enough, he, with his social standing, was the first to get anxious.

"Meiying, gang rape is an even more serious crime. Your Dawei should be in jail for at least 10 years. Don't forget you were also
involved in insulting and molesting women. Do you think you'll get 10 years?"

"Xinyan, how is this my fault? Aren't we best friends?"

When the scene stabilized again, Meiying was trying to defend herself while trying to soften Xinyan's stance.

"Yeah, buddy, come help your best friend lick her pussy clean. Hurry up."

"No, um, um, I've never..."

"Oh, everyone's done it before, there's always a first time."

"But, but I'm a woman too..."

"What's wrong with being a woman? Don't women think other women are dirtier? This will add all that man's filth to the mix.
Right?!"

Mei Ying suddenly covered her face and tried to run away.

"Du Fei, hurry up and call them, so I don't have to argue with them."

"Da Wei, look, what do we do..."

Tan Hui blocked Mei Ying from leaving, anxiously looking at Da Wei. Someone was talking off-camera,
it sounded like President Xiao was complaining about Da Wei.

"Where did you run off to? It's all because of you!"

Dawei, enraged, grabbed Meiying and shoved her towards the bed.

"Take off your shirt first. I'm naked, why is this bitch still dressed? Hurry up!"

"No, no, don't do this. Xinyan, it's all my fault, it's all Dawei's fault. I shouldn't have forced you and Yiming like that. It was
my fault, I apologize."

Meiying said a lot of nice things in a trembling voice.

"Does an apology work now? I was just being humble to you! And now look what happened?!"

Xinyan finished speaking and snorted coldly.

"Then, then we'll pay you back, just name your price..."

"Pay back?! You think you're so great just because you have a little money? Besides,
can you even afford to pay back?! Stop arguing, or I'll give them a treat and let them rip you off!"

"That's too much of a nuisance, too much of a nuisance!"

Tan Hui suddenly appeared in the frame and moved closer to Mei Ying. An arm that looked like Dawei also
reached into the frame, trying to pull Tan Hui away, but he shook it off expressionlessly.

"Don't touch me, I won't..."

Mei Ying in the frame suddenly tried to run away again, but unexpectedly, a bunch of arms immediately reached into the frame and
restrained her. Tan Hui wrapped his arms around Mei Ying's chest, pressing so hard that he
flattened the pair of proud breasts beneath her shirt.

"Take her off, let's see where she can run now!"

"Don't do anything reckless! Be careful, or I'll..."

Da Wei's hoarse voice trembled slightly, and he was stopped off-screen before he could finish speaking.

"No, no, no... Ah, let me go... You hooligans..."

Mei Ying screamed pitifully, her thin shirt becoming the victim, immediately
torn . She helplessly tried to hold down the pieces, but she was no match for those
hands, each one like a trophy snatching away. When a large expanse of fair skin was revealed, the black strapless bra was immediately pulled up, pulled
like a rope by several hands. Mei Ying first tried to grab it, but seeing that it didn't work, she immediately reached out to cover her swaying breasts.
As a result, the bra was torn apart somewhere and instantly bounced off her body. In the midst of the fierce struggle, Mei Ying covered
her chest with one hand and pulled on her only black panties with the other. The poor panties were pulled into a thin "V" shape by her hands and the men's hands
, the crotch deeply wedged into the smooth crevice of her flesh, and finally, in several places
, they were forcibly torn off.

At first, Mei Ying screamed incessantly, "Let me go, let me go... No, no... I beg
you... I beg you..." but eventually, all that remained were a series of agonizing screams.

The men didn't let go of Mei Ying, who had been stripped naked in the blink of an eye. Their frenzied hands slid down her
armpits and lower abdomen, plunging into her arms and hands that were protecting her private parts, taking advantage of the moment to wantonly violate her various delicate
areas .

When Mei Ying was finally thrown onto the bed, the once willful and capricious woman now looked like she was on the verge of death.

As Meiying lay on the bed, her back began to rise and fall slowly. Xinyan reached over and hooked her trembling
head between her knees.

"How is it, Meiying? Enjoying it?"

"No, no, Xinyan, I beg you..."

Meiying looked up, her face streaked with tears, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheek. She pleaded
desperately .

"Oh, you can't even handle the beginning? This is nothing. Believe me, I'll let them gang rape you right now,
and no one will object."

Xin Yan mimicked the tone Mei Ying used when she insulted her earlier

. "Xin Yan, Xin Yan, my best friend, I beg you, please spare me..."

"I can spare you, but I'm not as heartless as you. It depends on your performance. Hurry up and lick!"

"I beg you, don't let me..."

"You think I'm dirty? Believe me, I'll make you as dirty as me right now!"

"But we're best friends..."

"Yes, we're best friends, so I'll let you settle things between us. When faced with this kind of thing, those..."
"None of those stinky men are any good, right?"

Hearing Xinyan say this, Meiying immediately shook her head, looking around. She stared blankly in one direction
for a while, and when she heard a few sighs that sounded like Dawei's, she had no choice but to lower her head helplessly and use her arms
to prop herself up and crawl towards Xinyan's crotch.

"Du Fei, record the way she licks her."

Under Xinyan's command, the shaky camera was aimed at Meiying's slowly lowering head, and then
a close-up of her face and Xinyan's genitals appeared.

As soon as Meiying brought her face closer, she was immediately disgusted, and her facial features wrinkled together. She held
her breath , closed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue, first trying to touch the skin there, but then immediately pulled it back.

"Hurry up and lick it, it's so late, don't keep everyone waiting." Xin Yan's tone left no room for argument. In the video, Mei Ying's red tongue began to clumsily lick

Xin Yan's wrinkles . "Stretch your tongue out a bit, lick open the vulva and stick it in. You have to lick the inside of the vulva clean." Mei Ying simply buried her nose in Xin Yan's pubic hair, making a panting sound. "Lick it clean. Meiying, what does it taste like there?" "Smells, smells like it..." "Nonsense, I'm asking you what your tongue tastes like?!" "Salty, salty, and, a little bitter..." "Don't forget to lick your clitoris too, it was covered in vaginal fluid." "Mmm, mmm..." "Lift your ass higher, spread your legs wider, can't you stick your cunt out?! Hurry up!" Xinyan directed Meiying to expose her private parts to the others in the room. Several men accidentally had their faces in the frame while trying to get a better look. Knowing she was being spied on, Meiying knelt between another woman's legs, licking more and more diligently, making "sizzling" sounds. "Hey, don't bite me! Just suck, don't use your teeth. You really think you're a bitch." When Meiying started licking Xinyan's inner thigh, her tongue, which reappeared in the frame, deftly licked away the specks of white discharge. "Is it clean, little bitch?" Xinyan reached her hand to her crotch in the frame, stroking Meiying's messy hair, and asked in a gentle voice. "Yes, it's clean." "Alright, that's about enough. The men have had their fill of your horny ass and cunt. Okay, get up, put on your wedding dress and come with me." In the frame, Meiying straightened up, staring wide-eyed as if she hadn't understood. "What are you waiting for? You've already lost your bra, so just put on your wedding dress and come with me. Our Yiming is still waiting downstairs ." "No, what do you mean?" Dawei rushed into the frame and yelled at Xinyan. "I'm taking her home. What's wrong?" "Oh, Xinyan, I'm telling you, stop messing around. It's all our fault, we were wrong. But tonight is our wedding night, how could you take the bride away?" "Yeah, your wedding night, and you not only slept with someone else's wife, but you also brought a bunch of buddies along. How exciting is that wedding?" "Then what do you plan to do with Meiying?" "I haven't thought about it yet, I need to discuss it with my husband. Men definitely have more ideas about women than I do. What, you don't agree? Ask them who's against it." Dawei froze, and the room fell silent. The video ended there, and our room also became quiet. I put down my phone and glanced at Xinyan. She was smiling silently at me, her face full of the innocent smugness of a child. While watching the video, I was so astonished by the final twist in the whole affair, and witnessing in real life a woman licking another woman's genitals, that I hadn't paid any attention to Xinyan. Recalling what Ruoxin told me last night at the dance hall that her sister was actually very scheming, I had to start scrutinizing her. I looked into the hidden side of Xinyan beneath her surface . In that situation, she was able to first humble herself, then secretly set a trap, ultimately turning the tables . Let alone a woman, especially someone like Xinyan who always presented herself as dignified and composed, even a man might not be able to do that. Then again, if it weren't for her usual elegance and innocence, how could she have fooled these seasoned veterans of the underworld? "Where did you learn all that vulgar language?" I unexpectedly broke the silence with this question. "When they were... when they were with me, they were always swearing, Meiying was the sweariest." I knew that "they" Xinyan was referring to was "fuck." "Which ones are you referring to?" "Um... Dawei, President Xiao..." One name after another was uttered softly from Xinyan's lips, yet they struck my eardrums like thunderclaps. Each name represented a living, breathing man who had already possessed my wife's body; to be specific, each unfamiliar male organ had taken turns penetrating her. Hearing one man after another squeeze into her already tight passage, I immediately felt an unbearable sense of urgency. When Dawei's name was mentioned first, I felt it was just tit for tat. President Xiao's name didn't bother me too much either; after all, he was the boss. Upon hearing Tan Hui's name, I immediately pictured his lewd behavior at the wedding banquet, where he tried to grope Xin Yan's chest but failed. I never imagined he would later even penetrate his wife's genitals. Wu Bo and Zhou Kun's names immediately conjured images of two strong migrant workers diligently hoeing Xin Yan's patch of land with their own tools. When it came to Du Fei and Du Xiang's names, Xin Yan deliberately spoke quickly and vaguely. "They also..." I couldn't find a suitable verb to complete the sentence, only managing to utter half a sentence. In this kind of conversation, using words like "fuck," "play," or "do" all seem disrespectful to my wife; while "intercourse, " "making love," or "having sex" would make me seem like I'm deliberately mocking her; as for "lovemaking" and "sex," it would make Xinyan mistakenly think I'm a perverted man enjoying being cuckolded. "Hmm..." Xinyan bit her lip lightly, then named Da Gang and Li Hao. She really couldn't leave either of them out! Da Gang was one thing; these middle-level managers were used to taking advantage of their superiors . Li Hao was a new college graduate who had been working with Xinyan for the past few months to complete his pre-job internship, and he had even...

Fu got "fucked"!

The combination these people unintentionally formed is truly astonishing! In terms of age, it covers the old, middle-aged, and young; in
terms of rank, it encompasses senior, middle, and junior management; in terms of position, it includes both those from the production line and those from company
headquarters . This was practically a successful corporate sports meet, with athletes from various brother units
showcasing their skills on Xinyan's top-notch sports field, displaying their strengths and weaknesses, prioritizing friendship over competition.

"If it weren't for Dawei's terrible idea, I wouldn't have wanted this..."

Xinyan, head bowed, shook her wavy hair, choking back tears. My throat was also dry, so
I reached out and stroked her bare shoulder, encouraging her to finish telling the truth.

"At first, I kept apologizing to Meiying and the others, trying to beg them to let bygones be bygones.
Unexpectedly Tan Hui suggested that Dawei retaliate in kind. Although Du Fei strongly opposed it, everyone immediately echoed Dawei, leaving
me speechless. Who knew that Dawei would use the excuse that he was worried someone would expose this matter later, and make
everyone ... well, otherwise he wouldn't accept it... Du Fei and his brother almost got into a fight with Dawei..."

Hearing Xinyan say this, the whole truth came out. I didn't want to hear how Du Fei and his brother, who later "fucked" her together
, tried to protect her, so I reached out and pulled her into my arms to interrupt her.

"So how did you come up with the idea of recording this, and why did these guys agree?"

I asked as gently as possible after Xin Yan calmed down a bit.

"At first, I was just afraid that I'd be taken advantage of by them for nothing... after all, there are many of them and
many they got something for nothing... and the problem wasn't even solved... that's why I suggested recording it. Who knew they'd agree?
Maybe they were all in a hurry to get what they wanted... so they didn't think much of it. Later, while I was being...
taken advantage of, I kept thinking that the recording wouldn't be a waste. And sure enough, it worked."

As Xin Yan spoke, I buried my nose in her hair, inhaling her rich fragrance, and occasionally
kissed her.

"Hey, what was that part about Meiying saying to you at the beginning?"

"Oh, I forgot who suggested that Meiying had to participate too, otherwise she might expose it later. But
she's a woman, so she can't... well, someone suggested that she insult women... but I think she
was using this as an opportunity to get revenge on me... not entirely because you did that to her..."

"Then why would she want to get revenge on you?"

"Don't pretend. She's always had you in her heart, how could she not hate me?"

Xinyan looked up at me with her eyes narrowed as she spoke, then glared at me fiercely.

"I never expected things to turn out like this between best friends."

"That's why I got my revenge on her first!"

"And what about after that?"

"It's up to you from now on, unless you don't like her."

I originally wanted to ask her if this would affect our future life, but she thought I was still talking about Meiying
.

"Won't Dawei have any problems?"

I had no choice but to ask her.

"I have his videos, what can he do?!"

"You still have all the videos?"

"Hmm... if you don't like them, I'll delete them all, as long as they think I still have
them."

"Oh, no need, they might come in handy later."

I was afraid she would really delete the videos, after all, I was still very curious about the other blank spaces from last night.

"Oh, you think so too? See, it's worked now."

Xinyan nestled against me like a little bird, pointing to the documents on the coffee table.

"Oh... but I think the price is a bit high... really..."

I hugged Xinyan even tighter, afraid of losing her again. As I said "really," I
couldn't help but think of what I'd seen on the security camera that morning. Could things really not escalate?

"As long as you think so, I won't regret it,"

Xinyan said gently, stroking my face.

"I don't really care about any of that, I'm just afraid of losing you."

"No matter what happens, you're the only one in my heart. Just remember that. Besides,
we've had such a tough few years, it's time to try something new. I haven't forgotten that you could have stayed in a big city, but you
made it to this small town for me. I know you've been very depressed these past few years,
while the world around us is becoming more and more wonderful." I

really wanted to ask if things would have ended this way if I hadn't acted impulsively in the bridal chamber last night. Once that premeditated feeling takes hold, it's hard to deny. But the current development of the whole event is so coherent that even some coincidences and chance occurrences don't seem unreasonable. Unless it was all an act from the beginning, and everything that happened to Xinyan in the bridal chamber last night was merely a video to prove its authenticity to me. That's not impossible. It seems that involving me was an indispensable part of the whole conspiracy. But why? Was it just to drag me into it? The lazy summer afternoon made my thoughts heavy. I looked down at the drowsy Xinyan , thinking that the truth was already in my arms, so why bother searching for it? "Ding-dong, ding-dong," the doorbell rang again. [To be continued]

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