The fat man retrieved a collar from a nearby prop box and fastened it around the embroideress's slender, pale swan-like neck—a red and black leather accessory. He then attached a roughly two-meter-long leash to the collar's hook and began forcefully leading her in circles around the stage, as if proudly displaying his trophy slave. The embroideress was paraded around like a bitch on a leash.
Slap! "Perform like a bitch peeing!" The fat man struck her buttocks hard with a whip from the toolbox. Wincing in pain but not daring to disobey, the embroideress shakily lifted her left leg toward the audience, assuming the posture of a bitch urinating. Sss~ A clear stream of urine arced gracefully through the air as she relieved herself on stage in front of the spectators.
"Let's see how filthy your piss is!" Just as she finished and was about to lower her raised leg, the fat man abruptly forced her face-down onto the very spot where she had just urinated, pressing her hooded face against the stage. Slap~ Slap! Slap! He continued whipping her buttocks while stepping on her head with his foot. Yet, the embroideress showed little resistance, submitting obediently beneath his foot. She even swayed her hips slightly, enticing him to continue striking her with the whip. Unable to resist such temptation, the fat man swung the whip with increasing force, the air whistling with each whoosh.
"Crack!!" A sharper, more urgent sound of impact echoed from the stage as the fat man landed a precise strike directly on her crotch. The force was so intense that it tore a gash in the pantyhose covering her groin.
"Mm... mmm~" Xiuniang clearly wasn't prepared for this whip strike. Her beautiful buttocks trembled wildly, the firm, pale flesh quivering like jelly. This was followed by violent spasms in her stocking-clad legs—the muscles of her thighs contracted intensely, then immediately relaxed due to the convulsions, repeating in a relentless cycle. A pair of white high heels were kicked to the other side of the stage amid the violent tremors, leaving only her beautiful feet, sheathed in flesh-toned stockings, kicking aimlessly at the air. Before long, her entire exquisite body gradually fell still, collapsing limply on the stage. Thin strands of drool trickled from the gag, while a steady stream of arousal flowed uncontrollably from the opening in her crotch—some pooling on the floor, the rest soaking through the stockings at the tops of her thighs.
"Huff... huff... huff..." Xiuniang lay powerless on the ground, gasping for breath, allowing the fluids to seep from her core, too weak to even close her exposed intimacy.
"Rest? Who said you could rest! Had enough fun with that slutty hole? Don't the top parts deserve some pleasure too?" The fat man produced two strands of transparent fishing line, tying them around Xiuniang's nipples, winding them four or five times before securing a tight knot. Her nipples, already erect and prominent from the intense climax, were now stretched slightly longer. With a sharp tug from the fat man—"Mmph!"—Xiuniang cried out in pain, jolting upright from the floor in an instant.
The fat man clenched the other ends of the fishing line tightly in his palm, continuing to lead her around the stage like a dog on a leash. Whenever Xiuniang slowed her pace, he would yank the lines forcefully, forcing her to crawl across the floor.
"Hmm?" The fat man let out a puzzled sound as he observed the torn opening at Xiuniang's crotch.
Rip! The fat man tore the opening at the crotch of the embroiderer's garment even wider, thrusting his not-so-large cock into her damp little hole. Why say "not-so-large"? Compared to his prominent belly, I'd have to put a big question mark over whether he could even look down and see his own cock.
Slap slap slap, slap slap. The fat man forcefully thrust into the embroiderer's little hole, making sounds that could either be from his cock colliding with her pussy or his belly slamming against her buttocks. Although the fat man was having his way with the embroiderer, the woman beneath him could hardly be described as enthusiastic—at best, she seemed rather indifferent. She wasn't even willing to humor him with a few token moans. Seeing that the embroiderer gave no reaction, the fat man harshly yanked the two fishing lines in his hands. Instantly, the woman's nipples, along with her large breasts and flesh, were pulled upward by the lines, and the embroiderer finally gave a slight response.
"Giddy up!!! Run, you bitch!!" As if trying to prove himself or perhaps retaliate for the embroiderer's indifference to his sexual prowess, the fat man used the two fishing lines as reins while thrusting into her from behind. He pranced around the stage like a knight riding a bitch, showing off. The embroiderer was over 170 cm tall, while the fat man was only around 160 cm. This height difference of over ten centimeters allowed the embroiderer to kneel on the ground with her buttocks raised while the fat man half-squatted, pushing her forward as he paraded around the stage, showing off lap after lap!
"Mmm... oh~!" Before the embroiderer beneath him could react, the fat man himself couldn't hold on any longer. Soon, he ejaculated inside her little hole. Throughout the entire process, the embroiderer remained completely detached, giving the fat man not even the slightest bit of feedback, as if he had never even entered her.
"Pah! Filthy bitch, keep pretending!" The fat man wanted to do more, but two attendants pulled him away.
"This round's performance has ended. Please, sir, take your seat in the audience. We will begin the next round of draws shortly," Hua Zhou's voice came from backstage, indicating it was time for the fat man to leave.
Before the second round's draw, two female attendants took the embroiderer backstage to clean her up for the next performance. Meanwhile, I held the number 33 token, hoping for luck to come my way.
Hua Zhou didn't participate in this round's draw. I hadn't seen him since his earlier speech. Another attendant took his place for the draw.
"Number 33!!!"
"!!!" I stared at the drawn number on stage and the token in my hand, feeling somewhat dazed... In a surreal haze, I slowly made my way onto the stage.
"Sir, please spin the wheel in front of you," the attendant gestured politely.
"Alright!! This gentleman's first spin lands on—Office Lady Uniform Set!"
"Great!! This gentleman's second spin lands on—Pony Play Training!!!"
"Excellent!!!!..."
In a daze, I mechanically spun the wheel in front of me. By the time I snapped back to reality, my outfit and the performance had already been decided. It seemed to be a rather intense training show, and the audience below cast expectant glances toward the stage. However, after standing on stage for half an hour, the embroiderer from backstage still hadn't appeared. The waiter beside me seemed to receive some instruction, turning around to whisper something.
"Terribly sorry, everyone. The embroiderer has an urgent matter to attend to, so today's performance has to end here. To make it up to you, we'll offer free photo sessions next time," the waiter said, bowing deeply on stage.
"How could this happen?"
"There were issues before, and now again!"
"Well, since it's free next time, I guess we'll let it slide..."
A wave of discontent suddenly erupted from the audience. After all, everyone had come here because their previous photo sessions hadn't gone well, and now, due to unforeseen circumstances, the embroiderer had canceled the performance again. It was only natural for them to feel dissatisfied. The waiter on stage forced a smile and finally decided to offer free photo sessions next time to appease the crowd.
"Sir, we're truly sorry. To make it up to you, we'll arrange a private one-on-one performance for you next time."
"Mm... it's fine." This was the umpteenth apology I'd heard in the past two days. Honestly, I wasn't ready to put on such a lewd performance in front of so many people like that fat guy had—at least, not mentally prepared. If it were a one-on-one setting, I might feel more at ease. I agreed and followed the crowd out of the theater.
Just as I was hurrying home, my phone buzzed. "Son, where are you? Come home quickly. Your dad is about to arrive at the airport. We need to pick him up right away. Hurry home!" Hearing my mom's urgent tone, I quickly hailed a private car, urging the driver to speed up while replying to my mom's message.
Private cars truly lived up to their reputation—they were fast. What usually took nearly an hour by regular transport took only about twenty minutes. I pushed open the door and walked inside, seeing my mom changing into a white dress she had specially bought, pulling it over her head. "Huh?" The moment the dress settled on her, I thought I caught a glimpse of a long scar on her abdomen. I didn't remember her having one before. Noticing my dazed expression, my mom finished dressing and pulled me out of the house. "Stop spacing out! I've already called a car. Let's go!" I followed behind her, jogging all the way.
Mom looked completely different today, shedding her usual stern and rigid demeanor for a youthful, vibrant image. She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail and wore a white floral chiffon dress that ended just 15 centimeters above her knees. Around her neck was a pink-and-white chiffon scarf tied like a tie, and on her legs were a pair of glossy, milky-white sheer tights that didn't show skin but reflected light. On her feet were silver-white transparent high-heeled sandals adorned with rhinestones. Her fair feet, clad in the sheer tights inside the sandals, looked as delicate and tempting as whipped cream on a cheesecake. If I hadn't mentioned that the woman skipping ahead of me was already in her forties and my mother, most people would have mistaken us for siblings with a significant age gap.
We hurriedly hailed a taxi, and on the way to the airport, the driver kept glancing at Mom's legs through the rearview mirror. Mom, too anxious about getting to the airport, didn't seem to mind. In a rush, we arrived at the airport, and Mom immediately switched into commando mode. "Hurry up, your dad's already here!" I started running after her again, amazed at how fast she could move as I trailed behind.
Suddenly, Mom stopped and waved vigorously in a certain direction. As she raised her arm high, her already short dress was pulled up, revealing her entire buttocks. And to my shock, beneath her milky-white tights, she was wearing a thong! The tights clung tightly to her skin, blending seamlessly with her fair complexion.
Following the direction of her wave, I spotted my dad, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. He was walking toward us while chatting with a colleague beside him.
"Honey!!" Soon, Dad reached us, and Mom immediately threw herself into his arms, wearing a shy, almost coquettish expression. I was stunned—I had never seen Mom look like this before. My brain froze.
"Darling, I'm back. Guess who else came with me?" Dad gave Mom a light kiss and then pulled his colleague forward.
What?! While they were exchanging greetings, I caught sight of "that colleague." In an instant, my pupils contracted sharply, and all my focus zeroed in on that person's face. Wang Sen!!! Him? Why was he here??
"Son, come here. This is Uncle Wang. Come say hello. Your mom and I knew him even before you were born!" Both Dad and Mom waved me over. I walked toward them, my eyes fixed intently on Wang Sen.
"You've grown so much. I even held you when you were little." That familiar voice—the same one I'd heard on the tape—was unmistakable. Why were they together? Shouldn't he have been…
"What are you thinking? Don't just stand there! Say hello to Uncle Wang!" Mom patted me. "This kid's a bit shy around strangers."
"Hello… Uncle Wang…" I gritted my teeth and forced out the words.
"Hey. You've grown so big, and I was the one who gave you your name! Xu Wei, Xu Wei, taken from the meaning of 'seeing the small to know the great.'" Wang Sen looked at me with a smile, but I couldn't detect the slightest hint of kindness in his expression. Instead, it sent a chill down my spine.
"Son, help Uncle Wang with his luggage!" Mom ordered me to go help Wang Sen pull his suitcase, while she and Dad walked side by side far ahead, leaving Wang Sen and me behind.
"You..." I took the suitcase and was about to speak.
"Xu Wei, do you know there was another layer of meaning when I gave you your name? You should know my son, right?"
"Wang Mu...?"
"A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Xu Wei, a gentle breeze—when you were little, I named you 'Gentle Breeze,' hoping you'd grow up to become a typhoon, hahaha." Wang Sen was still smiling.
"And are you satisfied now?" My eyes were filled with coldness.
"Satisfied, satisfied. Didn't that kid Wang Mu get blown over by your breeze?" Wang Sen's smile faded. "But I am the forest."
"Just say what you have to say. There's no need to beat around the bush." I could guess that I had been more or less manipulated by Wang Sen, but I wanted to know exactly how much.
"I wouldn't have come back to the country for no reason. That kid Wang Mu has already shown you the USB drive, right?"
"I saw part of it..." I felt a tightness in my chest.
"Don't be nervous. Teacher Sun, she's truly remarkable. I've conquered many women, but from the moment I met her, she became my goal."
"You, motherf—" I stepped in front of Wang Sen, staring directly into his eyes. Wang Sen was slightly taller than me, but he didn't look at me. Instead, his gaze passed over my head, landing on Mom's retreating figure.
"I told you not to be nervous. At that point over a decade ago, I admit I couldn't fully conquer her. So, I made a bet with her."
"What bet?"
"A bet spanning eighteen years, set to take effect on the day of your coming-of-age ceremony." Wang Sen withdrew his gaze from Mom and looked down at me.
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