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Chapter 23 Part 2 Sexual Gen Exchange and Divine Judgment
Her face was devout, but that look stabbed at me.
"Grandpas, Sister's pussy is so pretty I want its water!" The disabled man knelt between her legs, spread them, and licked like a puppy. He knew exactly what he was doing; his tongue made wet sounds, and Yiyi's nectar splashed his face.
"Haha, my silly grandson is talented," the skinny old man said, playing with her nipples, while the fat one kneaded her other breast and sneaked a hand between her butt and the mattress.
Yiyi gasped, cheeks blazing; her juices flowed everywhere.
"Don't just play fuck me. I can't… I can't…" she pleaded.
"Don't hurry, Sister. The longer, the greater the blessing."
"Yeah, pretty Sister, look at my cock that's thanks to you. However much we cum, that's how much luck you get."
"Ah… please fuck me, I'm begging you!"
"Haha, you naughty thing. Once you let go, you're so wild. All right, I'll be kind."
They bent Yiyi over, her ass high and pussy fully exposed. It was uncomfortable, but part of the ritual.
"Grandson, hold her legs. When we're done, it's your turn."
A cock pushed into Yiyi's pussy, teasing and splitting her delicate flesh.
"Slurp… slurp…"
"Mm… yes… Gen Root… hear my plea… grant my wishes… so good… Yayi… Yayi…"
"Gen Root is inside ah, joy! Gen Root's blessing! My old bones are alive!"
"I'm so happy… Yayi… I'm being used… Gen Root's using me… ah…"
Yiyi's cries and the old men's laughter filled my ears. I closed my eyes and stepped away.
But the acolyte kept talking:
"Don't be so tense, sir. Seeing your girlfriend's sacrifice makes you feel guilty, doesn't it? Don't be afraid; Gen Root is benevolent. I don't know what you've done, but with her prayer, Gen Root will give you a chance to change. Don't waste her love."
His words left me silent and a bit resentful. But he went on:
"Still, some things Gen Root will not forgive. Have you heard of a new app called 'Xunxing,' trading sex for money? Male and female passion is sacred, a gift from Gen Root. How can it be bought and sold? That app is obscene. Gen Root will soon curse its creator… oh? Sir, what's wrong?"
I had walked into a wall, nowhere left to retreat. Without turning, I clenched my fist and slammed it into the brick.
"Sir, who are you here to see?"
"Hello. I have an appointment with Mr. Lin at 10 a.m."
"Of course. Please present your ID for registration."
I handed it over: name, birth date, address, citizen number.
He called upstairs, then returned my ID with a more respectful manner. "Sorry, Mr. Chen. Anyone visiting Mr. Lin undergoes thorough vetting. Please go on in. Your temporary parking is A29. Take elevator 9 to Mr. Lin's office."
"No problem." I smiled and drove into the underground lot, looking up at the towering building with mixed feelings.
After parking, I glanced at his private spot the white sedan wasn't there.
I had come by appointment. Yiyi was still asleep when I left, so I'd called the hotel boss to say she wouldn't be in today.
"Please show access card," the elevator prompted. I took the card from my wallet.
"Verified. Going to 20th floor, penthouse offices."
A lot had happened these past months.
"Mr. Lin, Mr. Chen's here." In a spotless qipao, Lanrui opened the door; I followed her in.
"Good morning, Mr. Lin. I've given the latest documents to Sister Lanrui. I wonder what you've called me here for."
Lin Xiong sat behind his desk; Xiao Ding stood nearby, collecting freshly signed papers.
"Xiao Ding, distribute the files, go change, and brew some tea. Xiao Chen, Lanrui, come with me."
Beside his office was a lounge with a tea table and several redwood chairs for breaks.
As I entered, my eyes lingered on the guzheng in the corner.
"Jiabi used to come play guzheng here," he said. "She'd say I worked too hard and needed to relax. Sometimes she'd cling to me so much I'd have to discipline her on that bed. She rarely comes now. I hear she has a boyfriend, right? You've met him?"
I nodded slowly. I knew Lin Xiong wasn't ignorant of his own daughter's affairs.
"Sit here, Mr. Chen," said Lanrui.
"Thank you, Sister Lanrui."
Once the three of us sat, Lin Xiong continued:
"Sometimes I think this daughter was heaven's reward. She's solved countless negotiation problems for me. The first thing people bring up is my 'excellent daughter'… hah."
"She truly is special. I believe anyone who's tasted her will never forget," I said, flattering him with praise for Lin Jiabi, partly to close the distance, though it felt absurd.
"Haha, well said. But I would never send Jiabi around lightly Lanrui knows that best. This zither you see is the one she used when she learned. Her teacher later gave her another; she always carries that one with her. This one stays here; Xiao Ding polishes it from time to time."
"She's an incredible zither player. I heard her once it was unforgettable. I'd love to hear her again."
"I haven't heard her in a long time, either. I can't keep her by my side anymore. Teaching zither cost me even my daughter. What a failure. I have another girl too, but she's got a temper, always fighting me."
He spoke of family; I didn't know how to respond until Xiao Ding reappeared.
"Mr. Lin, Mr. Chen, Sister Lanrui Dingzhi here to brew tea."
Xiao Ding had changed from her black suit into a light‑colored classical dress, hair pinned up with a jeweled hairpiece. In an instant, she'd gone from high‑powered executive to gentle beauty.
Honestly, I preferred her in a suit and black stockings.
I'd hired Xiao Wei for our front desk because her figure suited office wear. I once bought her such an outfit and, after she changed in front of me, fucked her in the office so hard she still remembered it.
"Enough complaining let's have tea. Xiao Ding, use the finest pre‑milk tea," Lin Xiong said.
"Yes, Mr. Lin."
Top pre‑milk tea?!
Miss Lin had mentioned it: picked by girls right after being fucked in the fields, their scent suffusing the leaves at climax before picking.
Now I was excited, eager to try it.
Xiao Ding began: rinsing cups, steeping leaves. Her hands were graceful, her smile gentle, like a maiden sneaking looks at her beloved.
As she poured hot water, a fragrance filled the room like women's perfume, layered, with hints of milk and nectar.
"This tea… ah…" Lin Xiong said. "Xiao Chen, production is only ten‑odd pounds a year. I received about one. Lanrui, do you know who picked this?"
"Mr. Lin, don't tease. Of course I don't know… Wait is it from the Wang estate?"
"Haha, you guessed it. It's from Wang Linling this year, with TV hosts alongside. Old Wang treasures his daughter's tea; he only gave me this small amount. Xiao Ding, don't waste it. Enrich the flavor with your own breasts."
"Xiao Ding obeys."
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