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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 21:22:17 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World's Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 71
Lingxi stood before me, wrapped in the blue qipao we bought at the Tianxiang Embroidery Workshop in the capital.
Her long, snow-white legs were completely bare, feet in white embroidered shoes simple lines, delicate craftsmanship.
To me, the shoes were conservative, but on Lingxi, even that seemed almost laughable.
The qipao’s hem was so short though she was smaller than Mother, it was still as short as a modern miniskirt.
On the side, a few thin threads loosely held it together; a slight movement, and if she didn’t cover up with her arm, you could glimpse most of her breast through the gap.
Most enticing was the chest opening, already cut daringly, and after Mother had worn it, the fabric hung even looser.
If she bent over even a little, her whole chest would be exposed for all to see,
And bending over also revealed the lower half of her buttocks; if someone crouched, they could see everything between her legs.
My gaze lingered on her, sliding from the roots of her thighs to her chest, my heartbeat quickening.
I stepped forward, grabbed her hand smooth as peeled lychee flesh, warm and slightly sweaty.
“Do I look good, husband?” she asked softly, a hint of shyness in her voice.
“You look… amazing…”
“Then… let’s go.” She bit her lower lip, leaving a faint bite mark on her lips.
Pushing open the inn’s wooden door, a cool breeze and a faint musky scent greeted us.
I thought the streets would be empty at night due to curfew, but after turning a corner, the scene was completely different.
Not far away, lanterns hung high, firelight painting the street red. Vendors shouted, people jostled and laughed, a cacophony of voices, the night bustling and lively.
I looked down at Lingxi her eyes wide, the lanterns reflected in her pupils like two shining black pearls. She gripped my hand tightly, clearly not expecting such a crowd.
My heart pounded faster, my palm grew damp. The secret thrill of my beloved about to be ogled by strangers sent a strange excitement through me.
“Are you scared, my wife?” I whispered into her ear.
She looked up, cheeks blushing, and gently shook her head. “With you here, I’m not afraid.”
I snorted, slipping my hand under her qipao, palm gliding up her inner thigh. My fingers brushed upward, coming away sticky with her arousal.
“So wet, you little slut.”
“Ah, pervert husband…” Lingxi blushed, scolding me, her breathing growing more rapid.
We walked side by side. At first, people didn’t notice her, busy with their own business.
But after a few steps, I felt several gazes sticking to her, shamelessly sweeping her up and down.
The qipao couldn’t hide her shapely white legs, and her loose chest bounced with every step, as if she was seducing on purpose.
Such clothes were too eye-catching in this ancient-like world, no woman dressed like this in public unless she wasn’t considered a proper lady.
Lingxi felt the stares, gripping my hand tighter, her nails nearly digging into my flesh.
The strange pleasure of being watched grew stronger, a dangerous thrill I couldn’t stop even though I knew it was playing with fire.
I glanced at her her face was crimson, breath quick and shallow, like a deer cornered by wolves.
“Hey, little lady, look at this pearl necklace!” a vendor shouted, eyes glued to Lingxi, holding up a string of shiny pearls, leering as he ogled her chest and legs.
I stopped. “Do you like it?”
She bit her lip, head down, voice tiny: “I… like it…”
“Try it on?” I took the necklace and handed it to her.
She turned and took it, fingers caressing the pearls, carefully hanging it around her neck. The pearls rested on her pale neck, making her skin look even more delicate, like a lotus just out of the water.
But as she raised her arms, the side of her qipao slipped, exposing most of her breast. Men nearby gasped and panted.
The vendor’s eyes nearly popped out. “Beautiful, so beautiful!” he said, his tone suggestive, eyes glued to her exposed chest.
Suddenly, a passerby squeezed by and deliberately pinched her butt before slipping away.
Lingxi stiffened, yelping, her face burning bright red.
I glared at the man he pretended nothing happened, smirking as he melted into the crowd.
“Little slut, someone just grabbed your ass,” I whispered in her ear, teasing.
“Mmm…” Lingxi was so embarrassed she nearly cried. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close. “It’s okay.”
She pressed against my chest, breathing ragged. “Husband… it’s so exciting…”
“Let’s go… over there.” I tossed silver to the vendor, who grinned. “Fine taste, sir!”
We walked on. Up ahead, a few men had stopped and squatted in our path, staring at us. As we passed, I heard their low, filthy comments and laughter.
“This little lady, tsk tsk, dressed like a brothel girl…”
“Those legs, those tits, damn, I can see… so pink!”
“Ha… I… I saw, shiny, those thighs… all… wet…”
It was the first time I’d played this kind of public exposure game with Lingxi. I was just as excited, my breath hot, getting restless, wanting to find a place to bury my frustration deep in Lingxi’s pussy.
“Come on, over there.” I pointed to a dark alley at the street corner, out of the lantern light.
A short, fat man approached, holding a piece of patterned cloth, grinning obsequiously. “Little lady, this cloth would make a beautiful qipao. Look at your figure, tsk tsk, you’re a natural beauty!”
As he spoke, he reached out, trying to grope Lingxi’s waist.
Lingxi shrank back, her loose chest fabric bouncing, her nipple popping out through the opening. She yelped, quickly covering her chest.
Already impatient, I glared at the fat man. “Get lost.”
He backed away, muttering, “Hmph, slut…” but didn’t dare get closer, skulking back to his stall, exchanging glances with other vendors.
We soon reached the alley. The light dimmed, the noise faded, only a few dogs barking and distant clamor remained.
Lingxi leaned against the wall, her chest heaving.
I stepped forward, trapping her between the wall and me, gazing down at her upturned face.
Her cheeks were burning, and I could feel the heat radiating from her.
There was a fire flickering in her pupils, her parted lips breathing hotly, her scent washing over me.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I yanked open her chest, exposing her white breasts, nipples already hard and bouncing with her heartbeat.
The cool air made goosebumps rise on her areolas, making them even more enticing.
“Husband…” her small hand was already stroking my crotch.
I cupped her breast, kneading the soft flesh.
She moaned, then seemed to remember they were outside, nervously glancing around.
“Husband… someone… is watching…”
But I ignored her, sliding my hand between her legs, pressing through the thin fabric.
“Little slut, you’re this wet?”
She shut her eyes in shame, head against the wall, whispering, “Husband… I want it…”
I’d already taken off my pants. I lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder, thrust my hips, and entered her…
