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🕑 Added 2025-09-07 02:08:36 +0000 UTCChapter 10 Part 1: Schemes, Secrets, and Humiliation
I crawled slowly toward the restroom, but got lost in the vents, tossing and turning through several false paths before finding a way out only to realize, frustrated, that I had ended up above the women's bathroom.
The screws for the vent's filter were on the outside, so I couldn't open it from within. Just as I was about to crawl back and search for the men's room exit, two women walked in.
"Yunting… you really had some nerve back there. What if you had been discovered? I was scared to death…" That was Leng Niang's voice?
Curiosity got the better of me, and I backed up again; sure enough, below my line of sight were two snow-white, fleshy butts.
So this is what women's butts look like from above when they squat down! So round and bountiful! This was my first time spying on women using the restroom. It was a different thrill than watching sex more intensely exciting in a forbidden way.
"Splash, splash…" The two women were really peeing!
"Hehe… I just did it on the spur of the moment… but I found it pretty fun." Mama replied with a hint of embarrassment.
"That 'spur of the moment' was exactly what that Japanese devil Yedun wanted he nearly split us sisters in half!" Leng Niang wiped at her panties, worry lingering in her voice. "But you have to admit, that Jap is impressive. If it weren't for being on opposite sides, I'd really consider keeping him around long-term…"
"What? Have you fallen for my Anata?"
"Yeah, from the inside out, I've been thoroughly conquered! Sigh… but what a pity…"
"What's a pity? Why not enjoy it while it lasts? Besides, as women, aren't we naturally born to be men's vessels… If we can choose, why not go for the more manly one? Even though Anata is Japanese and will have to be dealt with sooner or later, if I've recognized him, then up until that day comes, I'll love him well." Mom wiped her plump butt, then casually tossed her soaked panties into the bin.
"So you're really in love? Would you actually marry him on the memorial day next month? Don't lose your head in order to fool the enemy don't truly give yourself away." Leng Niang wiped herself as well, looked at her equally drenched panties, thought for a moment, and then decided not to put them back on, tossing them into the trash too.
"If our plan doesn't succeed before memorial day, that'd only prove my Anata's luck hasn't run out. If so, then consummating the marriage is fate's will…" Mom adjusted her short skirt over her thighs; her round, tight butt feeling snug beneath the fabric.
"My god, you've really fallen into it… but why pick the national memorial day to marry a Japanese devil? That day is one of our country's days of shame. Aren't you afraid of losing everything?" Leng Niang pulled down her own skirt as well her butt as lush and proud as Mom's.
"I didn't realize it was memorial day at the time, just followed the Chinese lunar calendar the date coincided with my father's death anniversary, a day etched in my memory, so I blurted it out. Now I see it was careless…" Mom fixed her hair in the mirror, pulled bottles and jars from her little bag and started putting on makeup. Even though she's a natural beauty and would turn heads without any cosmetics, like all women she always wanted a bit more, sighing as she searched for the right thing.
"My god… If I remember right, every year on Uncle Gu's memorial day, your mother always returns to pay respects, right?" Leng Niang tidied her clothes, surprised.
I knew about this since my grandpa had been assassinated by Yedun in Japan, his body cut up and fed to dogs, only a cenotaph was set up in China. My grandma, upon hearing the news, suffered a relapse of heart disease and stroke, and was sent abroad for care, unable to withstand any excitement. Every year on Grandpa's death anniversary, Grandma would fly home to pay respects. If she knew her husband's killer was marrying her own daughter, would it kill her outright?
Mom finished fixing her hair, patted moisturizer on her face, then lifted her heavy, unsupported breasts and checked herself in the mirror, regaining her strong-woman's poise, sighing, "I never thought it'd turn out like this. I can only hope that day, my mother will understand me…" She put away her things, raised her proud head, swung her full hips, and strode out the door, with a loving, guilty voice trailing behind: "Anata, sorry to have kept you waiting… oh dear, Anata, helping you dress is a wife's duty, let me do it for you…"
Leng Niang, watching from behind, finished adjusting her outfit and muttered to herself, "Yunting, why don't you try harder to finish this before that day, rather than hoping Auntie will forgive you? You really have found your true love… Even if the Japanese devil conquered me too, still… sigh…" She shook her head, patted her cheeks, and before exiting, reverted to her fierce persona as a governor.
I was silent. Did Mom really fall in love, to the point of abandoning my real dad? She probably wouldn't she might be in love, but she knows the importance of the nation and the enemy country's danger. Since the Five Golden Flowers' plan was to finish off Yedun and his lot before the memorial day, I should help them. Otherwise if Mom falls even deeper, losing everything would devastate her.
But… what is their plan??? How can I help?
After crawling out of the men's restroom, covered in dust, I washed off in the sink, and sneaked out. Passing by the women's room, I couldn't resist my curiosity, slipping in and finding in the trash Mom's and Leng Niang's soaked panties.
They smelled… of mature feminine aroma and the hormonal musk of sexual fluids, making my little cock hard instantly. Mom's panties had obviously wiped her lower body, with traces of thick yellow fluid and a strong musky, urinary tang, likely from being creampied by Yedun. Leng Niang's were just richly fragrant; it seems the Five Golden Flowers' juices all had their own scent.
I pocketed both pairs and snuck out, lucky the area was unused and the restrooms were in a corner, and returned.
Back in the break room where Dad was resting, I found
Dad and Yedun sitting across a small tea table, in a tense atmosphere.
Dad's frail frame strained to project authority, but his sickly face, pale lips, and sunken eyes revealed his weakness.
Opposite, the tall, vigorous Yedun radiated such pressure that it was hard to breathe.
When did Yedun become so intimidating?
Mom sat at Dad's side, but her gaze was smoldering as she looked at Yedun, her full thighs parted, letting her still-wet sex lips looking like a maiden's mouth yawn open toward Yedun, lewdly shaking without shame.
When I opened the door, Mom quickly clamped her thighs together, but her long, white, well-shaped legs looked even whiter and more tempting. Especially, just visible at their base, the neatly trimmed pubic hair hinted at mystery and begged exploration.
Seeing it was me, Mom glanced my way; she didn't part her legs again for Yedun, but also didn't bother pulling her skirt down, leaving her crotch exposed next to Dad.
"Oh! Xiao Tian, you're back? Thought you were still with Ling'er and the others!" Leng Niang came out of the office with a sheaf of documents.
"Mom, Dad, Leng Niang… Dad…" I greeted everyone, but when I called Yedun "Dad," my real father's body shuddered visibly.
"Xiao Tian, we're discussing things, go wait in the office, okay?" Mom signaled to me.
"Oh… talk away…" I brushed past Leng Niang into the next room.
I'd been hoping to spy on what they were up to, but Leng Niang just closed the door, cutting off my view.
With Mom bare below, how could Yedun resist humiliating her in front of Dad? But… I couldn't see!
I tried to press my ear to the door, but the damn security door was too soundproof nothing got through. Or perhaps they just kept their voices down.
I flopped onto the sofa, mind awash in fantasies.
Would Mom, with her snow-white lower half exposed, start blowing Yedun right beside Dad as they talked, perhaps with Yedun circling behind her? Probably not his cock stinks so badly even Dad's dulled senses would notice.
Maybe Yedun would sit at her side, stroking her thighs while speaking in plain sight of her radiant white legs, what man could resist touching them?
Or perhaps Leng Niang would cover for them, updating Dad on the legal and business meetings, distracting him while Yedun and Mom got down to business nearby?
Or maybe Yedun, after provoking Dad, would use the moment to have Mom and Leng Niang double-team his cock, or bend them over the couch for a spitroast?
Or, in some wild way, Yedun would simply go at Mom right in front of Dad who can barely see anyway?
I couldn't take it the more I imagined, the harder I got. I had to go out and see.
I edged toward the door and gently twisted the handle…
What? It wouldn't open.
Damn, did Leng Niang lock it from the outside? How suspicious what were they up to?
Was Yedun so depraved as to want to anger Dad into a heart attack, finishing him off? That could actually happen. No, I had to think of something.
Pacing the room, I peered out the window just in time to see the Ling'er sisters and Chun Chun returning. Judging from Xin'er's expression, she was finally putting aside the whole Kaklik murder for now.
I immediately called Ling'er, told her where I was, and asked her to find me. She agreed.
Well, if I can't get out, at least someone from outside can reach me; if Yedun means to anger Dad to death, they'll catch him in the act.
I pressed my ear against the door once again still nothing. My heart thudded like a frightened rabbit.
Waited a bit, then called Ling'er again only to be rejected.
What was going on?
Tried Chun Chun rejected outright.
Something was definitely happening. Did they walk in on Yedun trying to provoke Dad and get overpowered? No Mom, Xin'er, and Ling'er together are formidable; Yedun couldn't handle them.
Time dragged on in torment half an hour passed before the door finally opened.
"Chun Chun? You…" It was my sister Chun Chun.
Her face was flushed, her eyes a little evasive, but she pretended to be serious: "How could you be so dumb? You locked yourself in here?"
What kind of logic is that? Playing the blame game?
I didn't try to explain and dashed out of the room.
Dad was still sitting safe and sound; I breathed a sigh of relief.
