Why set bait for Xue Tang?
All of this is currently shrouded in mystery, making me very uneasy. Regardless of Xue Tang's role, she faces the risk of being harmed and manipulated again.
Moreover, I have a premonition that all these mysteries might be solved the moment her memories return.
But right now, the most urgent task is to obtain a normal identity, and to grant an identity to someone with no record... as far as I know, there is only one such place in Shen City.
A hidden underground underworld, concealed by extraordinary means.
......
Yingluo Manor.
"Godmother~"
Looking at Jiang Yingji, the Queen of Shanghai, in front of the mirror wearing a purple cheongsam-style evening gown, her figure curvaceous and alluring, Xiang Anping swallowed hard, her eyes narrowing, a hint of intoxication and greed flashing across them.
Her long, jet-black hair, simply held in place by a hairpin, resembled thick clouds. A faint fragrance, like plum blossoms or orchids, mingled with her ripe body scent, accentuating her alluring waist and hips. Her legs, smooth as satin and delicate as porcelain, were flawless and snow-white, even without stockings.
This caused Xiang Anping's lower body to heat up intensely, a faint erection pressing against his crotch.
Then, in a coquettish tone, he took a step back, his hand unhesitatingly reaching Jiang Yingji's waist. The smooth, firm flesh, seemingly melting at the touch, reminded Xiang Anping of the memory of thrusting into the Queen's snow-white waist, the image of her two proud breasts bouncing like rabbits.
*Slap…*
Just as things were getting intimate, his hand was gently brushed away. The Queen of Shanghai turned gracefully, her face showing a mixture of reproach and strange helplessness… Her godson was good in every way, except he was too enthusiastic about *that* kind of thing, always trying to touch her whenever he had the chance.
Although she didn't know why their "mother-son" relationship had reached this point, whenever Xiang Anping looked at her with pleading eyes and feigned a pitiful expression, she couldn't help but feel guilty, loving, and joyful, like a lost treasure being found again.
Her heart softened, and she let Xiang Anping take another step forward, her bottom line crumbling until, apart from that time in the bathroom when they were both drowsy, he carried her to the bed again.
The traces of last night's lovemaking hadn't even dried yet, and he was already trying to touch her again…
But what she worried about most wasn't even her slightly swollen labia, but whether such excessive indulgence would have any effect on her godson's health.
Xiang Anping pouted with a wronged expression, her eyes sparkling… As a proper second-generation rich kid, acting skills were indispensable.
"But, godmother, feel it~ I'm so hard… Who could resist seeing your beautiful body?"
"You're so cheeky…"
The Queen of Shanghai smiled helplessly, her eyes fixed on her godson's erection, which was indeed quite swollen. While it wasn't about to burst through his pants, it still made a prominent, club-like bulge.
A slight blush crept onto the Queen's icy, snow-white face. Last night had been too intense; the sheets were soaked through, stained with her own fluids—she didn't even want anyone to see them when they came to change. She'd have to deal with it herself later.
What was worse, she had to attend an important charity event today, but her labia were so numb that even her silk underwear couldn't hold her in… You see, although she maintained a relationship with Luo Shaoliang and would sometimes seek out women like Yuan Hui to satisfy her cravings, it was still insufficient for her physical condition and the needs of someone her age.
It was merely a drop in the ocean; she had been celibate for a long time.
Only Xiang Anping's long, hot, and exceptionally hard penis... forced its way through the wet, tight walls of her vagina, repeatedly probing her core, and yet it continued for almost the entire night, truly ravaging her to the point of ecstasy. Like a ripe fruit bursting open, it released honey, soaking the sheets with a sweet, sour, and cloying scent, a fragrance like orchids and musk, filling the entire room.
Even after a whole night, the scent lingered, so strong it was almost pungent.
There was no sense of fading away after a while; one could imagine how intense it would be once she returned to the bedroom…
Jiang Yingji, however, didn't follow his instructions to touch the penis. Instead, she sat on a high pearwood stool beside her, where she had originally sat with her legs together in front of the mirror, applying her makeup.
Even with the long, slender, and shapely legs of the Shanghai Queen, she still had to slightly raise her toes, displaying her flawless calves and calves to their fullest extent.
Xiang Anping swallowed again. The Queen of Shanghai gracefully raised her snow-white neck slightly. Her radiant face showed almost no signs of time; her cheeks were full, her chin pointed, and her lips thin and delicate.
Her figure was graceful, possessing both the voluptuous charm of a peach and the youthful allure of a young woman, even subtly radiating the youthful vitality of a girl.
Just like the shapely, snow-white body beneath her clothes, with its undulating curves and pink cleavage…
The Queen of Shanghai gazed at him alluringly, a slight smile playing on her lips, before slowly parting her snow-white legs.
Between her two snow-white, plump, and voluptuous thighs, her mound was full, and the groove between her hips extended from her thighs to her groin, forming a perfect inverted V-shape. At the end of the V-shape, her two plump labia were tightly pressed together, the lips exceptionally round and full, slightly pouting.
The vulva parted slightly, revealing two delicate, purplish-pink labia, engorged with blood. The pearl-like labia emerged from the tender skin, as vibrant and erect as a budding flower in the spring chill. A sticky sheen of moisture clung to the closed labia, and the slightly parted labia majora were incredibly moist, as if coated with oil.
The entire small vulva was moist, rosy, and slightly swollen from prolonged intercourse, unbelievably tender.
"No insertion…and no getting your clothes dirty, the rest…is up to you."
Jiang Yingji's pretty face flushed, and she slightly turned her head away. For some reason…she even had the unsettling feeling of flirting with her husband, Li Zhiyu, making even the dignified Queen of Shanghai blush.
Without hesitation, Xiang Anping stripped off his clothes, his large, reddened penis erect, and knelt beneath the Queen. The Queen had clearly washed herself; her jade-like hips and beautiful legs still glistened with moisture, and she might even have used her delicate fingers to clean the thick semen from her vagina.