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Chapter 10 Part 4: A Night of Longings and Temptation
The Chang residence was isolated, on the city's outskirts a perfect hideaway for a star like Chang Shuixian. The whole compound was embraced by mountains and had a vintage Republican flair. Fancy colored lights and potted plants, though seeming out of place, gave the old building a unique charm.
Aunt Ouyang led us in; staff took our car. Following an attendant, we walked toward the main three-story building as more guests arrived.
"Anyone here has either real ties to General Chang or a long standing in the city. New money like us wouldn't be invited in the past. If not for official pressure in recent years, the Chang family wouldn't have opened up for networking. Your mom might be the business queen now, but might not have got the invite if times were different." With her special military aura even in a fashionable dress, Aunt Ouyang drew all eyes.
"Wasn't General Chang just a commander? How so prestigious?" I scanned the guests many faces I'd seen in Mom's secret files.
"The Chang family has been prominent here for centuries scholars, officials, a private army in the Republic era a vast network of contacts." Lin Mi explained. "If just for one hero, all the guests would be soldiers. With the family name, only the best are invited."
She was right; most people here were really building networks under the guise of tribute. I'd heard the Chang family traced their heritage to the Ming.
"If your mom hadn't married that Jap, she'd have been center stage tonight. Who wouldn't want ties to such an empire?" Aunt Ouyang adjusted her dress and hair. "Once inside, mind your mouth."
The lobby was all western style, like in the movies waiters carrying snacks and drinks weaved through the crowd. A small stage held a young woman with a lithe figure and enormous chest, singing soulfully. Her features were exquisite, and regardless of the angle, her beauty shone; opening her eyes, she had a piercing charisma impossible to look away from.
To blend courage and gentle beauty so deftly, in such a coordinated harmony, was the famed Chang Shuixian herself.
When her song ended, the crowd seemed to awaken from a drunken dream, erupting in applause.
Plenty of young men showered her with compliments.
"Humph, what a bunch of ass-kissers…" Lin Mi pouted.
"Oh, my Captain Ouyang. I thought you weren't coming!" Just then, a strikingly elegant woman appeared, smiling.
"I promised, so of course I came." Aunt Ouyang greeted her old friend warmly.
After some pleasantries, it came out that this woman was Chang Shuixian's mother and formerly a member of "Holy Mare," Aunt Ouyang's special forces unit. She looked young for her age but still showed signs of stress compared to someone like Aunt Ouyang, she seemed older.
No wonder the "Five Golden Flowers" were considered China's most beautiful, with deceptive appearances that defied age many people guessed them to be under thirty.
Aunt Ouyang introduced me and Lin Mi. When my identity was stated, Chang's mom hesitated, then masked herself with professionalism; after some polite chit-chat, she excused herself.
"Mom, that lady didn't seem to like Xiao Tian…" Lin Mi noted.
Aunt Ouyang sighed. "Back in Africa, in the 'Holy Mare' team, lots of our sisters were killed by Japanese devils. With Yunting now publicly marrying a Japanese, how could she be happy? But given your future family standing, she'll be diplomatic."
I couldn't blame her I didn't want Mom to marry Yedun either! That's why I was so keen to help close the net and stop the wedding!
Just then, Chang Shuixian herself approached, radiating an ethereal presence. She was the only woman I'd seen who could match Aunt Ouyang for poise; I wondered if it was all acting.
"Hello, you're Qi Tian?" Up close she was stunning; against the women at home, she ranked just under the Five Golden Flowers and Ling'er.
It was obvious her mother's orders to recognize my face.
"Hello, I'm Qi Tian, very honored…" I began in ancient formal style, only for Lin Mi to squeeze me aside, "Shuixian-jie, haven't you seen me?"
"Haha, my little Mi'er has grown up? Give big sis a hug…" Shuixian's warm tone was genuine. But the way she squeezed Lin Mi revealed jealousy; Mi'er, just seventeen, couldn't match the mature woman's chest.
I drifted over to Aunt Ouyang, but she told me to go mingle and network.
What a shame, to be so close to a top celebrity with world-class face and figure.
Remembering Mom's coaching on how to perform for public image, I mingled and actually met some bigwigs. Still, I could feel people whispering about me probably judging Mom for marrying our enemy.
Wandering the halls, I'd soon lost sight of Lin Mi and the others. As I chattered with new acquaintances, the spotlight shifted to the main stage; up stood a dignified old man, who cleared his throat, gathered attention, and launched into a speech.
As the head of the Chang family, he gave the usual formalities before reminiscing about his illustrious ancestors, stirring everyone's emotions, then ending with a flourish that signaled the official start of the "banquet."
I had thought there'd be a real dinner, only to find the "night banquet" meant schmoozing and exchanging secrets.
Of course, I got pulled in too as the next-in-line group head, how could I escape?
Meanwhile, the stage was a showcase for talent piano recitals, speeches, and more singing.
When Lin Mi came on in her ballet costume, the crowd gasped in unison.
Whose daughter was this? She was breathtaking.
At that moment, she had fully transformed into a proud white swan.
Her long, beautiful legs, clad in white stockings, were even more alluring; her ample breasts pressed against the corset, threatening to escape, pale as cream and mouth-watering. Her slim waist moved with the grace and strength of a dancer, her short hair tied up with a white headband, her exquisite face lit by the spotlight.
Was she an angel…a fairy? No, just a highborn, aloof, and icy white swan!
I don't know ballet, but Lin Mi made me fall for it she was born to be a dancer. Every movement, every inch of skin danced to its own rhythm.
For a moment, it seemed all present were swept into her beautiful world the only bright spot.
So fucking beautiful! The curve of her bust, the straight allure of her legs, the way her skirt lifted to reveal white panties every man wanted her instantly.
When her dance finished, everyone was still lost in that fantasy, smitten with the willowy, beautiful girl.
As Lin Mi left the stage, thunderous applause finally burst forth but the beauty was already gone.
The place was packed and dimly lit; I hadn't noticed where she'd gone, perhaps to change clothes.
The performance had my blood racing maybe I should confess to Lin Mi! She knew I loved Ling'er, but we had mutual feelings. If I won her, maybe I could finally lose my virginity!
Imagining her lips, slim neck, creamy arms, soft breasts, slender waist, round hips, long legs, dainty feet I wanted to lick every inch of her. I'd feast on her untouched virgin hole, then stick my usually limp dick, now hard as ever, inside. Tonight, I'd be Lin Mi's first!
Sorry, Ling'er and Chun Chun, tonight I'm going wild with Mi'er!
Roving around the hall, sniffing for Lin Mi's lingering scent, I followed it upstairs. The third floor had a rooftop garden, circling above the hall's glass ceiling, with ornamental plants and views of the whole Chang estate and distant mountains; you could also look down on the lobby.
Why would Mi'er come here? Perhaps to chat with the Chang heiress? Surely not to change up here?
For some reason, my heart pounded, a premonition that something exciting would happen here.
I unconsciously slowed, careful not to disturb what was about to unfold.
"Mi'er, you were beautiful today mwah…" That voice…
"Mwah… ooh… Yamainu-gege, I didn't expect you to come. You know you're really not welcome here…" Mi'er replied, truly girlish.
Damn, it was that bastard Yamainu Nagamaru. No wonder she hadn't mentioned him on the way over. Listening, they'd started kissing damn! Did he already steal her first kiss?
I crept forward, almost crawling on all fours.
Sure enough, Yamainu had his arms tight around Lin Mi in her ballet costume; the two gazed intensely at each other.
"To see my Mi'er, I'd brave any bullet storm in the forbidden city, just to catch a glimpse!"
What a load of crap!
"Hehe…"
"I saw you dancing no words can praise you enough. I really love you… mwah, mwah…" As he finished, Yamainu opened his foul mouth and covered Mi'er's lips in a harsh kiss.
And Mi'er closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around the Jap's neck, letting him gnaw at her lips.
So that's why she looked up so much in her dance! I thought it was because the white swan was too proud. Turns out, she was making eye contact with this Jap! The more I thought about it, the more I… got turned on…
Yamainu's hand slid from her waist down, and Mi'er knew what was happening. Seventeen years of chastity, was it all for this man? But she was getting hotter with his touch, and a tingling pleasure blossomed.
When his hand gripped the round curves of her ass, her breaths grew rapid, and her thighs squirmed.
What the hell? Mi'er's horny? Just a butt grab and she's melting? This can't be the first time they must have hooked up before, or she wouldn't drop all her defenses, especially with a national enemy.
Should I text Aunt Ouyang? At this moment, if she caught them with her hostility toward Japanese, she'd squash him flat!
If I tried to stop them, I couldn't break Mi'er's spell, but only her real mother could.
Hehe, this should be good!
Thinking this, I readied a message and snapped a photo to send Aunt Ouyang.
Now then! Should I rush out heroically and make a scene, "outing" this Jap in public?
But that would ruin Mi'er's name, and could upset Mom's plans. What if it messes everything up?
As I hesitated, the bastard Yamainu had started kissing Mi'er's neck, one hand slipping up her dress to squeeze that perky ass.
No, I must stop him even if I make no fuss!
But just as I began to move, a sudden weight pressed my shoulder a waft of enticing fragrance drifted over.
"Shh… It's not a good time for you to go out now…"
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