She took a small sip of the wine, then, as if all her strength had left her, leaned slightly into Qin Yan's arms. Qin Yan was initially taken aback, then overjoyed, trembling slightly with excitement.
His hand moved up Xue Tang's slender, rounded waist. Even through the thin fabric, his palm could feel the warmth of her jade-like skin. The curves from her hips to her waist were slender and rounded, both plump and smooth, without an ounce of excess fat.
His hand touched her flank, where a slight bony protrusion was clearly visible, but this was perfectly offset by the plump flesh of her breasts that his hand had just brushed against. Her breasts, already visually so full and firm, revealed an even more abundant and fuller quality upon touch. The rims were rounded and heavy, plump like the belly of a wasp.
Beneath her cheongsam, it seemed as if she wasn't wearing a bra. With each rub, they trembled slightly like balls of curdled milk, bouncy and jelly-like.
Qin Yan swallowed hard. Seeing that Xue Tang didn't seem to object, his actions became bolder. He changed from rubbing her breasts with his hand to gently cupping and kneading them with his palm. The area where her breasts met his chest was already very sensitive, and his large hand radiated a faint warmth.
The thin silk did nothing to block the heat. A slight sweat broke out, clinging to her skin, and he could even feel the rough texture of his palm, as if they were naked against each other.
A pair of full, round breasts, encased in a cheongsam, rose and fell, heaving like waves. A diamond-shaped opening at the front of her chest already revealed the delicate cleavage, now deep and full, glistening with pearly beads of sweat.
The exotic fragrance, like orchids and musk, intensified, intoxicating the confined space of the car.
Their breasts were soft, supple, and swaying gently. Though they sagged like wasp bellies, round and perky, they weren't heavy as one might expect. Instead, they possessed a remarkable elasticity, bouncing and swaying as if half-floating in water.
"Simply perfect..."
Luo Xuetang was almost the most perfect woman he had ever met. In his mind, only Tang Lanyan could compare, but compared to Tang Lanyan, Luo Xuetang was like the embodiment of water—delicate and alluring, pure yet seductive.
Tang Lanyan was like a female leopard galloping through the Amazon rainforest, exuding an indescribable, agile beauty. Even the way her breasts bounced and sweated during vigorous exercise was captivating, irresistible.
Of course, if one were to approach rashly while still captivated, being kicked in the face by Tang Lanyan's bare, baby-skin-like feet would feel like being struck by a sledgehammer, leaving one seeing stars.
Compared to Tang Lanyan, Xue Tang lacked Tang Lanyan's fierce competitiveness, but possessed a captivating, alluring charm that made men even more irresistible.
"Mmm~" Xue Tang bit her lip lightly. The sensitivity of her breasts made her moan softly. The chest leaning against her was so broad and muscular; it was not only hot but also revealed the shape of bulging muscles, and the strong masculine aura made her tremble slightly.
The two large hands on her breasts became even more restless, beginning to climb upwards, almost touching the two cherries beneath the nipple covers.
To maintain the perfect fit of her cheongsam, she wore no bra, her breasts relying entirely on their own remarkable elasticity for support. However, while her ample breasts could defy gravity, they couldn't withstand the assault of large hands.
As her smooth, alabaster thighs rubbed against her, a trickle of sticky fluid flowed from her crotch. Her inner thighs were damp and slightly sticky, her labia feeling as if coated with oil, slippery and tingling, as if someone were gently blowing on them, a faint, itchy sensation.
Yes… she wasn't wearing underwear either, but for a slightly different reason than her breasts.
Luo Shaowen enjoyed smoking cigars, and one of her tasks as his "assistant" was to "roll cigars" for her uncle, but she couldn't use any adhesive… she could only use her tender, pink tongue and… her naturally viscous love juice to roll them.
Before finishing these tasks, she had to embrace her uncle, showering him with passionate, wet kisses while her alluring panties rubbed against his large penis, leaving a wet stain. Only then could she begin her work.
Of course, the lace-trimmed panties she wore that morning couldn't be worn anymore. The wet stain was secondary; her uncle especially loved the panties she'd worn, collecting almost every pair he ever owned.
Recalling the image of her uncle closing his eyes in ecstasy, deeply inhaling the oval-shaped wet stain, Xue Tang felt her cheeks flush slightly. She felt a dampness between her lips, but the squeezing of her thighs and the pressing of her labia was like scratching an itch through a boot—it only fueled the fire…
She suppressed the urge to continue moaning, biting her lip and glancing at Li Dong opposite her. He opened his eyes, his expression bewildered, yet his head lowered like a wounded animal.
Her heart skipped a beat. She reached out and grabbed Qin Yan's hand, which was almost touching the top of her breasts, struggling to wriggle away from his chest.
She knew she couldn't continue like this. It was like walking a tightrope—it could provoke the big bad guy to confess sooner, but she couldn't provoke him too much…
Suddenly realizing her "scheme," the beauty paused slightly, inwardly mocking herself: When did you become this kind of woman…?
Yes, she had always been walking a tightrope, ever since he left… walking a tightrope among men—her idealistic father, her opportunistic uncle… and countless covetous eyes.
Seven years had passed, and she had changed after all…
The beauty sighed softly. For some reason, the image of her younger sister, Yu Tang, with her slightly sharp eyes and a faintly mocking smile flashed through her mind…
She gently bit her lip, her body suddenly feeling weak. She leaned back against the chair, gazing out the window, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought.
…
The car ride was silent, but instead of heading straight to the venue, they first returned to the Luo family home.
Xue Tang showered and changed into another outfit. The gown was a glamorous Balenciaga haute couture evening gown, paired with sheer black stockings of only 1D mesh, as thin as a cicada's wing. The sheen was so thin it was almost indistinguishable from bare legs, like a thin mist shrouding them.