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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 21:37:26 +0000 UTCChapter Twelve Part 3: Submission, Humiliation, and Exploitation
"Mom, you..." I looked at her in disbelief.
"Don't call me Mom. You must address me as Mrs. Yedun now, understand?" She turned away from Nagamaru, letting him freely molest her butt. Her attention was on him, but she kept signaling to me frantically.
I understood it was an act.
"I understand, Mrs. Yedun," I bowed my head.
"Hahahaha..." Nagamaru roared with laughter. "Mom, when you marry Yedun, we'll be one family!" He hugged her waist, burying his head in her breasts, inhaling deeply.
Mom hugged him back, cheeks red, "To have Young Master Nagamaru as my son makes me so happy... hmph..."
His arm around her waist, the other hand slid inside her robe, kneading her white ass. He swung his mouth to her breast and bit, leaving a hickey.
He turned to me, sneering triumphantly, as if stealing my everything was his greatest joy. Raising his left hand, he gripped Mom's massive breast and, locking eyes with me, slowly licked her white flesh, full of provocation. His other hand slid into her butt crack; suddenly Mom's knees gave, nearly dropping, but she instantly regained composure, parting her legs and lifting her ass for him.
"Mom, I heard you're going to Japan with Yedun for wedding photos next week?" While licking her breast, he conversed as though nothing were happening, eyes twinkling as he watched me suffer.
"That's right, will you go too?" Mom, though breathless and red-faced, answered steadily.
"I won't go..." He tore off the Japanese flag nipple pastie, sank five fingers deep in her breast, then started fondling her pink nipple. "I can't see why Yedun's returning home he has too much unfinished business in China. I came to check if he's handled it. The only possible resistance is that so-called Independence Army in eastern China, led by the War Goddess but now she's Grandpa's new girlfriend and completely loyal, so that threat is gone. If Yedun is just consolidating power, Grandpa suspects his loyalty!"
"Mm mm..." Mom, standing in the hallway, held to his shoulder and bent slightly, lifting her ass for his hand, her juices streaming down her thigh. "Please be assured, Young Master, Anata is loyal to the Yamainu family and has no intention to betray." Remarkably, even while being fingered, she kept her composure and humility.
"Let's hope so! He's already conquered both China's top business and political queens. Luckily Grandpa by chance got the military's War Goddess as well. If Yedun were disloyal, we'd still need your help, Mom!" He let go of her nipple, kissing her neck.
"Mm... there's an old Chinese saying: marry a cock, follow a cock; marry a dog, follow a dog. Since I'm to marry Anata, I cannot help what he does..." Mom closed her eyes in enjoyment, as Yedun never showed her such tenderness.
"But should Anata really clash with Grandpa, I will do my best to mediate... mmhn... Actually, Young Master, you're overthinking: Anata told Grandpa my daughter Qi Chun Chun has an Empress destiny and will lose her virginity to you. Isn't that acknowledging you as the future business emperor?" She popped his wet finger into her mouth to lick clean.
"Then I'll trust him for now..." Nagamaru released her, giving me a scornful look. "You Chinese pigs have no right to marry our Japanese men!" Mom at once knelt, prostrating in front of him. "I know Chinese women aren't worthy. That's why I give Anata all my dowry and declared as much publicly. I'm willing to serve as his plaything for life; I don't need official wife status, just the chance to help him. Please approve!" She even kowtowed.
"Mother, you are China's strongest woman; of course you can marry Yedun..." He grinned, then laughed as he saw my disgrace.
Mom looked up at him, smiling beatifically, and rose at his signal.
"All right, Mom, I have to go meet Mi'er. I hear you and her mom aren't close, but now that Ouyang Lijun is my future mother-in-law Grandpa's girlfriend, your in-law let's all get closer!"
"That's wonderful! Thank you, Young Master..." She hugged his face and gave him a deep kiss, mouth and tongue.
Nagamaru, delighted to find even China's top iron lady enraptured, grabbed her butt and licked her breast while giving me the middle finger.
Fuck! After stealing Mi'er, he steals my mother, humiliating her physically and mentally before my eyes!
As Nagamaru left on his triumph, Mom's cheeks were still red who knows if it was lust or the act.
"Mom..." I tested softly.
Mom glanced at me. "I'm not your mother anymore; call me Mrs. Yedun. Anata is still your father you'll be fine." She looked about sharply, signaling me again with her eyes.
I understood she was acting; I needn't worry about her totally losing herself... Probably, as Leng Niang said, she gave herself up for the plan.
But sometimes, Mom's actions really did seem sincerely captivated by Yedun.
Such is a woman's heart no one knows its depths. The answers would only come when Leng Niang's trap closed.
I followed, but couldn't help fixating on the swing of her bottom those peach-soft cheeks that seemed to invite a slap with every stride, sending waves across her taut skin, yet with never an ounce of fat.
No wonder Yedun was obsessed he'd always slap it when fucking her.
Mom glanced at the hickey left earlier; she quickly used her breathing technique and made it fade, not wanting Anata to misunderstand.
Entering her office, she elegantly crossed her long legs and gave me a lesson. Much business jargon poured from her mouth a mouth that had wrapped Yedun's cock though I could only remember a bit.
She shook her head, disappointed.
Just then, the door abruptly opened. Who just enters without knocking?
"Oh, Mr. Fuchong." Mom immediately stood, bowed 90 degrees to Yedun's short, fat assistant, her voice humble and soft, "Mr. Fuchong, my deep respects to you." So this was "Fuchong" ("Rotten-bug"). No wonder he looked so slimy; Mom had once awed him into cowering on the floor, but now treated him as an honored lord.
But why was Mom so enthusiastic toward Fuchong her tone and gaze almost like seeing a lover? This wasn't how she looked at Yedun, or even when groped by Da-Chong or fingered by Nagamaru then she showed only lust, never this shy warmth.
"Hello, Madam." He bowed politely.
"Has Mr. Anata been seen, Mr. Fuchong?" Mom remained bowed, her neckline affording a perfect view of her deep cleavage and enormous breasts.
"The provincial governor, Leng Nai Xiang, just arrived. They are probably together on the rooftop lounge." Fuchong, seeing China's most powerful woman bow humbly, was deeply gratified.
"Oh, I see. Thank you, Mr. Fuchong." She bowed again. Turning to me, "Xiao Tian go study those theories I explained to you."
"Oh..." I threw Fuchong a glare, clutching my notes, and left. But I kept the door slightly ajar for eavesdropping.
Fuchong cast Mom a contemptuous look, his eyes raking her massive peaks and round ass, fixating on her now single flag pastie her other breast was fully bare. He sneered, "In Japan, women must not wear outer garments in the room when facing respected men."
Mom instantly understood. She stripped off her cover-up, revealing herself completely to him, then kneeled with her ass up and bowed low, her full thighs bulging and her ass even rounder. Her buttocks, like two fine white spheres.
"Forgive me, Mr. Fuchong I did not know this rule. You are the most respected and 'admired' Japanese man to me. I promise, I will never meet you in outerwear again. Please forgive me." She begged piteously.
Seeing this queen-like woman kneel so humbly, Fuchong's eyes burned with lust. Her roundness and resilience were a man's dream.
"China has its faults, but 'ignorance is no crime.' Here in Japan, if a woman unintentionally offends a respected man, she must so long as she is not disloyal to her husband fulfill any request to atone. You didn't know, so I won't punish you, nor tell Yedun." He grinned lewdly clearly intending to use this to blackmail Mom.
"In that case, please, I am willing to accept any punishment from Mr. Fuchong." She raised her face, lost little girl's eyes turned to him. "If you do not specify, I will suffer guilt and sleeplessness."
"Fine. In the future, whenever you greet me alone, please undress and kneel as now." He relished her humiliation more than actual intercourse; as an underling with no authority to touch her, he was in no hurry.
"Thank you, Mr. Fuchong, for your generosity..." Mom blushed, glancing at him.
"Rise, Madam."
As she stood, she brushed her face against his crotch, as if to savor the scent.
Now, standing, she still looked shyly at him a different look than she ever gave Yedun.
"What did you come for, Mr. Fuchong?" she simpered, stepping close to take his arm, squeezing his arm between her breasts. She was far taller in heels, but pressed close as a little wife.
Fuchong, surprised by her touch, touched her soft belly and was delighted, though he still dared not go further his status limited him.
"Oh, I wanted to discuss Qi-Gu's overseas market." Although he relished humiliating her, the physical contact overwhelmed him.
"Please, sit and I'll fetch the files." She pressed him into her own chair, then bent over, her ass presented, as she searched her desk.
At this level of seduction, most men can't resist especially with a woman of Mom's beauty, status, and immense white ass.
Sure enough, Fuchong put his face to her backside, sniffing hungrily.
Mom wiggled deliberately, enough to make even me nearly spurt.
"I've found it. There's also data on the computer shall I print a copy?" she smiled, then, without hesitation, sat on his lap, feeling the hardness in his pants.
She wriggled gently, guided his fat hand to her thigh: "Mr. Fuchong, sitting in your lap makes me feel so secure. Your big hand is perfect for my thighs..."
"Gulp..." Fuchong pressed his face to her, kissing her back, stroking; Mom seemed to enjoy it, blushing, her movements more pronounced.
Guided by her, his fingers slipped to her hole between her thighs, and her ass swung hard.
"Oh... Mr. Fuchong..." she cooed in ecstasy. "I love Mr. Fuchong's fingers..."
He probably fingered her. Mom moaned, then took his other hand and sucked on his fingers.
Now both his fingers were in her wet Chinese pussy. Then, even as she found his data on the computer, she held his hand on her breast: "Mr. Fuchong... Your data is printed now... What do you need it for? Maybe I could help..."
"Ha... Yedun wants to use Qi-Gu's network to expand Dongsheng's new medicines abroad... after merger, we'll use those contacts to undermine China's medical industry, then destroy its economy..." Mom's moans quickened. "Oh once I marry Anata, I won't care about China's economy... But whatever task Anata gives you, I'm obsessed... no respectful... let me help too..."
"Are you obsessed with me?" Fuchong was astonished but pleased. He recalled how she'd instantly adopted every Japanese rule, stripped to near-nude at work to honor him, switched to honorifics, and now offered herself up, even pledging loyalty... Was he really the object of this proud woman's obsession?
Mom shyly nodded: "In my heart, Anata is my sun, but I can only chase the sun's light. But you're beside me always teaching me Japanese etiquette, supporting me, staying by my side when Anata is busy. Only you, after the project party, truly cared for my comfort. To me, you surpass all other men..." She looked at Fuchong with adoring eyes. I was sure it was sincere.
Clearly, she'd been conquered by Yedun's cock, but he never cared for her, only used her. She clung to his power for the "project," but it was Fuchong, in constant contact, who offered her real attention albeit mostly humiliating and demeaning, but with a personal focus. No wonder she'd formed an attachment.
Women's psychology so complex.
Fuchong was dumbfounded. He'd thought he was just getting a thrill, but now he had the love of the iron lady of China. Realizing the danger he was a small fry, Yedun could crush him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Fuchong I'll never tell anyone..." Mom reassured him, then mounted his filthy cock, inserting it into her wet hole.
"Oh... So big, Mr. Fuchong... I'm so satisfied..."
"Hss... So tight..." Well, having gone this far, just enjoy it!
Turning to face him, Mom let him suck her massive breast, gripping her big white bottom tightly, as his thick black cock slid in and out.
"Oh, Mr. Fuchong... so deep... I'm being split open..."
"You're so tight... perfect..."
Mom tenderly cradled his head, kissing his balding scalp: "Though I can't marry you... I'll serve you forever..."
"As long as I have you, I never thought I'd get to fuck a Chinese iron lady..."
"Whenever you desire... I'll always be your Chinese sow..."
