The young man's voice inside chuckled smugly, "Godmother, isn't it just this part that's not clean yet?"
"I'll wash it for you, I'll clean it thoroughly… huff…"
The man took a deep breath, clearly putting more effort into it. The water splashed, and soft moans filled the air, brimming with an atmosphere of allure and desire.
I also took a few deep breaths, my fists clenched, my whole body trembling slightly.
It was an indescribable feeling, especially hearing that voice and the term "godmother." I felt a surge of inexplicable resentment and bitterness, as if something important had been taken from me. Hearing the increasingly rapid splashing sounds and the incredibly seductive moans, a strong sense of loss and helplessness welled up inside me.
But more importantly, and even more unacceptable to me was—
The hard, hot sensation coming from my lower body.
Instinct seemed to be telling me not to get excited; it was a strange sense of taboo. I took a deep breath and suddenly thought of Xue Tang.
She had been taken away by Qin Yan, but was she really being taken care of? I wasn't at all at ease.
With this worry weighing on my mind, I wanted to see Xue Tang even more. Plus, being here now made me inexplicably sad, so I finally gave up my obsession with investigating this matter. I sighed, quietly jumped down from above, and landed almost silently on the ground.
Then I glanced back at the circular building and quietly left.
...
Summer was ending, and the night was already carrying a hint of coolness. The drifting clouds obscured the moon, seemingly carrying a faint chill and melancholy.
But inside the Turkish bath, a completely different scene unfolded.
The heated kang (a traditional heated platform bed) on the ground was burning brightly, and steam rose from the pool like mist. The jewels inlaid around the pool glittered under the lamplight, creating the illusion of a goddess bathing in a warm, spring-like setting.
And indeed, it was so. A series of alluring breaths and soft moans could be heard, and through the light mist, a figure sat on the edge of the jade steps of the bath.
In the waist-deep hot water, Xiang Anping sat with his legs spread apart. A snow-white, smooth body, like a white lamb, leaned against his chest, with a wasp waist, large breasts, a shapely bottom, and long legs.
Those porcelain-smooth thighs parted on his lap, exposed to the light. From this angle, the thighs and buttocks appeared extremely rounded and full. The soft, snowy buttocks pressed against the man's thighs, and the center of her thighs protruded, full and delicate, resembling an alluring, pink, honey-like vulva.
The crease between her rounded thighs and plump belly was extremely pronounced, forming a beautiful inverted triangle, extending down to her two full labia, which swelled and parted, revealing the pinkish flesh of her vulva. The labia minora and the pink pearl peeking out from beneath the clam shell were incredibly alluring.
At this moment, a thick, engorged, eerily red penis stood erect between her two full, white labia, stretching the delicate clam lips into smooth, oily circles, bulging profusely to the sides.
Jiang Yingji's slender waist involuntarily arched slightly forward, her graceful curves highlighting her alluring muscles, a testament to her regular exercise. Her two round, full breasts, like plump, snow-white coconuts, were perky, their nipples swollen like cherries.
One jade-like arm wrapped around Xiang Anping's neck, her long neck bending over, her cheeks rubbing against his, occasionally planting a kiss.
Xiang Anping thrust his hips upwards repeatedly, the movement creating soft splashes of water.
Just as Xiang Anping had said, with each thrust of his penis, the large, crown-like glans scraped against the inner flesh of her vagina, drawing strands of thick, white semen into the water, where it drifted with the current.
"Pop, sizzle~" The moment their lips parted, Jiang Yingji blushed and playfully scolded, "You naughty boy, you'll be overflowing with semen soon anyway~"
Xiang Anping smiled sheepishly, secretly pleased. He had now grasped the knack. At first, she resisted entering the pool, but as long as he acted like a spoiled son towards Jiang Yingji, she basically had no bottom line…
He had also discovered that if he appropriately displayed his lust for her like a real "man," she would occasionally bite her lip, revealing a strange, nostalgic look.
The word "You rascal!" had slipped out of her mouth as he fondled and sucked her breasts.
After saying it, she paused for a moment, turning her head away to hide her expression.
However, after nearly half an hour of "washing," she could utter "You rascal!" quite fluently, like a playful banter between lovers…
Xiang Anping might be useless in everything else, but he was exceptionally skilled at playing with women. After all, he was young, rich, well-endowed, and skilled in bed—even the neighbor's husband couldn't compare.
He had toyed with countless beautiful young women, even having affairs with the wives of some high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
This had given him a considerable amount of resources…
Of course, even so, Jiang Yingji remained an unattainable flower for him. He even worried that she might disappear without a trace if he glanced at her.
After all, she was the Queen of Shanghai; any man who dared to set his sights on her always met a mysterious end. Xiang Anping's massive, pestle-like member stood erect between her jade-like buttocks, embedded in her smooth, hairless, swollen labia. The Shanghai Queen's slender, shapely, and voluptuous body sat naked on him, thighs spread, receiving his thrusts again and again.
Not only did he not have to worry about the Shanghai Queen's mystery and terror, but he could also kiss her pink, diamond-like lips at any time, their tongues entwining in a beautiful, intimate dance.
Xiang Anping didn't know how to describe this feeling of relief; it was as if he had been struck by a huge pie falling from the sky. Compared to that, the mysterious death of his cheap father, the chairman of the Kerry Group, seemed to hold no psychological weight for him.
Yes, although he and that man were indeed father and son, Xiang Anping had never truly considered him a father. His affectionate calls of "Dad" were merely a necessary pretense of kinship to maintain his extravagant and dissolute lifestyle.
Compared to the Jiang family, even a nationally renowned corporation like the Kerry Group was utterly insignificant.
Xiang Anping's secret joy was indescribable. Only that old servant needed to be dealt with, and he was confident…
During the intense lovemaking, this thought only flashed through his mind before he was quickly pulled back by the wonderful grip of her honeyed orifice.
His hands traced along her smooth, silky thighs, reaching Jiang Yingji's knees, slightly parting them, her hips heaving, splashing water everywhere. In this position, although only the tip of his penis could enter and exit, it still made her pink and red, the honeyed fluid around her orifice grinding into a creamy white, lustful liquid, clinging to her rosy lips, like a mischievous little red mouth that had stolen a bite of cream.
The nectar overflowed like a tide; even the unpenetrated part was glistening and incredibly moist.
Although Xiang Anping couldn't see it, he could feel the tight, oily, sticky fluid within the honeyed orifice. His large glans broke through the tightly folded flesh almost effortlessly, but as he pulled outwards, the countless tugging sensations along the edges revealed just how tightly the orifice gripped.