0038 Behind Hengzhou Mountain 038 A Few Wisps of Spring Smoke (H)

The organizers were incredibly generous, arranging a full day of activities. They watched a selection from a ballet performance and viewed a collection of postmodern paintings. Qi Shuyao paused before a painting filled with chaotic lines. She simply felt the painting was beautiful, but couldn't articulate the eloquent interpretations and praises from the connoisseurs. She had tried to express herself in this way before, but several attempts were unsatisfactory. In the end, she chose to create using her most familiar narrative style, but what she painted seemed completely unimportant.

"They only see the value, but not my value."

She murmured to herself in front of the painting, attracting the attention of those around her. Some people recognized her and surrounded her, showering her with the same praise. Even the director of the art museum that hosted the event came over to join in the fun, saying he wanted to buy her painting.

"Please contact the person in charge of im Gallery."

After a few polite greetings, Qi Shuyao fled the hall as if she were running away. It wasn't until just before the auction was about to begin that evening that Qi Yu came over and took her to a politically charged event hidden in the back hall.

She knew these people wouldn't do anything pointless, otherwise the invitation wouldn't have been sent directly to Qi Yu.

But she didn't want to deal with these people today, so she leaned against the door, pulling on his sleeve and refusing to go inside.

"Look at all the men inside, they're all with their wives. I'm not going over there, or I'll get teased by a bunch of self-important middle-aged men."

Qi Yu noticed her unhappiness today, turned around and gently pinched her wrinkled little nose, then bent down and whispered to her.

"Others bring their wives, so I'll bring mine too. Let's go, my little wife."

"Ugh, you're such a pervert."

Qi Shuyao outwardly showed disgust, but inwardly her chest felt like it was about to explode. Her face flushed red as she was pulled over, and a group of people immediately surrounded her. However, Qi Yu held her hand tightly and did not let go. Today, she was wearing a mature-looking fitted pencil skirt and dark red lipstick, which matched her well with him.

In the past, she would always try her best to find similarities between the two of them to try to deepen their bond, just as she could point to that tiny connection to gain some vague favor even if he later married another woman.

Now she wants to erase the past, she wants to break free from the shackles of worldly conventions and stand openly with him, without anyone mentioning those ridiculous ethics and morals. I can be with anyone in the world, I just want to be with him.

The small auction wasn't as intense as she'd imagined. Qi Shuyao first pretended to bid on a two-hundred-year-old oil painting before turning her attention to what she truly wanted: a mother-of-pearl inlaid cabinet, taller than herself, which she'd use to store jewelry; a four-hundred-year-old brass safe, which even had ventilation openings in the back—she might be able to cause a ruckus inside; and an ancient emperor's celadon-glazed cup, her most important target for the day. She'd bid up to nine million with a collector from the next room before finally acquiring it. She'd spent her money quite freely today.

She was so excited that she couldn't control herself at all. In the instant the lights dimmed after the show, she pounced on him and kissed his lips. The man's large hand gripped her slender waist, which was wrapped in a diamond belt, and he responded to the kiss forcefully.

After many guests had left, the organizer mysteriously reappeared. The red velvet cloth hanging behind the auction hall was lowered, and men and women dressed in thin strips of cloth walked out from behind. Under the dim lights, they began a sex performance that was beyond description. The actors stretched their bodies exaggeratedly, accompanied by beautiful music, and the whole room was filled with a sacred atmosphere.

The union of life is sacred. However, when Qi Shuyao looked around, she saw men and women of various relationships sitting together calmly watching the performance. There was no surprise, confusion, excitement, or agitation. It was as simple as having dessert after a meal.

So, were she the only one locked up by these worldly rules?

They didn't even finish watching the performance that day. Qi Shuyao felt like she was on fire. She grabbed Qi Yu's hand and slipped out from behind. Her slender heels traced all sorts of strange shapes on the ground. She was lifted up from behind, her long skirt drooping down. With each step, it touched Qi Yu's calves, as if her hands were gently caressing his body.

Instead of returning to Yangcheng, they settled in a penthouse apartment in the Kaijiang Building in Jingyang. The two entered the building together, with Qi Shuyao having already kicked off her high heels, leaving her two fair feet dangling in the air. She was held in his arms, her waist and buttocks supported, her lips sealed, as she collapsed onto the large, empty round sofa in the central hall.

Qi Shuyao landed on Qi Yu, sitting firmly on his waist. She kissed him even deeper, her little tongue sliding into his mouth and intertwining with his. Her cheeks were uncomfortable from the sharp tip of his nose, so she turned her face back and forth, wrapping her long hair around him. Her fitted fishtail dress made her look like a mermaid. Once her waist was held, she couldn't move and could only helplessly kick her legs.

Qi Yu had chosen this dress for her. The sequins and rhinestones all over it looked a bit garish, but on her, they complemented her skin tone and temperament perfectly. The thin, almost transparent shoulder straps hung on her shoulders and pressed against her protruding bones. The corset design squeezed her two soft breasts together, revealing a very thin gap in the middle. Now, he had inserted one of his fingers, forcibly squeezing it in between her breasts, sliding back and forth inside the tight upper garment, teasing her nipples until they stood erect, pressing against the fabric of her chest, feeling both painful and swollen, and also aching from being pricked.

The girl was unhappy, so she tightened her legs along the curve of her skirt, blocking his hands and preventing him from entering. Instead, she stuck out her buttocks and rubbed them against his waist. Sure enough, his penis was aroused and stood up, hard and trying to break through his pants. But he used both hands and couldn't release it. After a while, love fluid began to seep from the glans, and the soft flesh was poked painfully.

"Is it comfortable?"

Qi Shuyao deliberately bumped her waist against his swollen lower body, her tongue like a nimble little snake sliding back and forth between Qi Yu's teeth. He raised his head to try to take it in, but missed it time and time again.

"Little girl, you've learned to bully your father."

Nothing is more exhilarating than the taboo of blood ties. Every cell in her body was throbbing, about to burst forth from her skin, when Qi Yu's hand on her chest pressed down hard, forcefully flipping the dress over. The nipple covers flew off, and her two breasts, which had been restrained all day, spilled out. They were too close, and the nipples fell directly into his mouth, carrying the scent of the dress fabric, the fragrance of last night's shower gel, and the scent of her skin hidden beneath—a scent that could only be smelled when they were extremely close.

Qi Shuyao saw girls discussing body odor online. Many said they especially liked to ask about the smell on their mothers, particularly around the breasts. The smell was indescribable, but they could immediately recognize it by smell, and it was only on their mothers.

She had always wanted to know what it smelled like. In the past, when she was still young, she would sneak into Qi Yu's clothes to smell his chest and could detect a unique scent. However, she instinctively felt that it was not the same as what netizens were talking about.

Now, Qi Yu was curled up against her chest like a baby nursing, one hand clutching a breast, the other sucking hard on a nipple, his nose pressed against her chest, inhaling deeply. This tiny action suddenly evoked a maternal instinct she had never felt before. She wrapped her arms around Qi Yu's shoulders, hugged his upper body close to hers, and instinctively learned the breastfeeding posture. They nestled together tightly, lighting a small flame in the middle of the empty room, which slowly grew larger.

Qi Yu only snapped out of his reverie when he had sucked both nipples until they were red and swollen. He looked at Qi Shuyao's reddened eyes and kissed her again. They didn't change positions; she was still straddling his waist, but the dress that clung to her waist was torn to shreds and hung on her body. Her panties had long been ripped off and thrown away. Her vagina, which had become aroused during their play, released a large amount of fluid, wetting the man's panties and mixing with his own bodily fluids, soaking his swollen glans. It finally pressed against the warm entrance of her vagina, which was already swollen like an egg and burning hot. Everyone had lost patience and pushed and pressed against her vagina, swallowing the huge penis and biting off half of it in one go, stirring it fiercely.

This time, Qi Shuyao had the upper hand. She spread her legs, found a comfortable kneeling position, straightened her upper body, placed one hand on her lower abdomen which was throbbing from the thrusting, and grasped Qi Yu's wrist with the other. She first slowly widened the passage, and then began to move her hips up and down rapidly, making the iron rod throb. She loved this feeling. In front of everyone, she took her father's hand and looked proudly at those called "Madam." She seemed to be hallucinating, as if she was pulling Qi Yu to the center of the stage, and they were having sex vigorously on stage, performing for those people. Amid their applause, her breasts, which were shaking and flying, flew even higher, swinging in an arc. She vaguely saw white liquid flying out from the swollen nipples.

She let out a strange laugh, then a large, hot hand pressed against her waist, bringing her back to her senses. The hallucination disappeared, and all she could see was Qi Yu's face. The room was dark, with only light coming through the French windows.

Today is the last day of the Lunar New Year, and the streets are incredibly lively, with the lights even more dazzling.

She lowered her head and covered Qi Yu's hand with her own. His hand was very beautiful, neither white nor delicate, with long fingers that could almost pierce through her. There were calluses on his fingertips and palms, which she had had since she was very young. They felt numb but comfortable against her skin. His hand could easily hold her waist, rubbing against her skin back and forth, arousing her emotions once again. At the depth of her feelings, a trickle of emotion welled up.

Trembling, she lay against his chest. Qi Yu had already unbuttoned his shirt and let her press against his chest. He covered her back with his hands and hugged her tightly. They had been particularly fond of taking a break lately. She enveloped his hardness, and he filled her completely, leaving her inside him for a long, long time. It felt swollen, painful, and satisfying.

Qi Shuyao traced circles on his cheek with her finger, exhaling warm breath. Having released most of her passion, she began to worry about him.

"If we're together today, what if someone sees us and makes a fuss about it?"

“I’m not afraid. Even if I’m disgraced and despised by everyone, I can die in front of them, as long as you don’t leave me.”

"If you die, what will people think of us?"

"Who cares? They can't hear after they're dead. While they're alive, just shut them up. I don't care about any of the living or the dead. I only care about you."

This was the first time she had ever seen Qi Yu so direct and domineering. Her lips were kissed again, and it was clear that he had reached his limit. At the end of the encounter, the man thrust his hips and poked her flower core a few times before releasing all his pent-up desire.

Qi Shuyao sat with her arms propped up and her eyes closed, using all her senses to feel the expansion in her lower abdomen. She felt full at the beginning of the new year as the bells rang.

As the bells rang outside the window, fireworks exploded in the sky. At their height, they only needed to look up slightly to be level with the fireworks. Qi Yu didn't turn his head to look outside; he focused on Qi Shuyao, on her face, and on the reflection of the fireworks in it.

"A long time ago, when I was still a child, fireworks were banned in Jingyang. It was only much later that they were allowed. On my fifth birthday, someone set off fireworks outside, and I can still clearly remember the scene."

Perhaps it was the sight of the scene that stirred up memories, but Qi Yu took the initiative to bring up the past. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Qi Shuyao, enjoying the weight and satisfaction of being pressed down by her.

They were now standing beside the fireworks, overlooking the beautiful scenery of the world. At this moment, they could not see people, and even the scattered golden villas at their feet looked like tiny ants. She could only see the diamond-encrusted rooftops.

It's as if she's embedded the spire into her body, possessing everything.