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🕑 Added 2025-10-04 20:18:55 +0000 UTCChapter Fourteen Part 4: Schemes, Flesh, and a Plan
Truthfully, seeing women I cared about flaunting themselves for Japanese eyes irked me but a dark little voice inside screamed: “Yes! More! Give them everything!”
Our luxury ride soon reached the city center. Once we stepped out, onlookers inhaled sharply. Cellphones materialized, everyone recording, men drooling, women cursing in envy.
The four women strode boldly, happily, laughing in the face of the world.
Bolder admirers, mistaking this for some performance, tried to grope them, only to be casually rebuffed.
Soon, the sisters split off, saying they wanted to shop alone. That left me with Mom and Leng Niang, who, after walking awhile, sat on a railing over a footbridge. A thin rail, so their massive assets hung over the edge, visible to anyone below.
“Little trash, go buy coffee.” Mom commanded, crossing her legs, her sash only barely covering essentials.
“Buy three if your mom won’t buy you a coffee, I will,” Leng Niang offered, twisting carefully onto the rail in her fishnet suit.
“Be right back,” I promised.
Mom, trying to sit demurely, found her sash gave way, her nipples and pale slit glaring at the world at least until she crossed her legs.
“There the kids below are staring at our asses. No one here,” Leng Niang stretched, pretending not to care.
“Your boy’s got no spine left. He watches us, gets off, but never thinks to act himself. The other day, I even let Nagamaru grope me, deliberately, and he just watched, happy as a clam!” Mom, voice hushed, rearranged her sash.
“Ling’er’s told me the kid’s a cuckold. Likes it when women he cares about are molested. She even used to send him photos with Kaklik. But it’s not really a problem harmless, really.” Leng Niang offered.
“So I’m pushing him to see if he ever gets a backbone.” Mom glanced subtly at the watchers, then leaned back, her cheeks pinking, “Anyway, Anata’s having us followed. Good thing we’ve been teasing them with our bodies. Any progress?”
Leng Niang, seeing Mom’s show for the spies, nodded. “Chusheng’s willing to sell Japan’s cabinet on funding Dongsheng, especially since he thinks I’m sincere about dumping state assets. He’ll lobby hard.”
“Last night, with Anata inside me, he told me we’d impressed the big companies with media exposure, they’ve checked our stories. So I’m on track.” Mom twisted on the rail, her ass jiggling for anyone below.
“We’ve got Jiro pegged as chief of logistics. Only unknown: the real extent of Yedun’s forces here.”
“Mmm…” Mom was quiet, then, “I love Anata. After the wedding, I’ll use my breathing technique to ovulate again if timing’s right, I’ll conceive on our wedding night…”
“I understand… I thought you’d lost yourself to him, but after he fucked me for an hour straight, I was his forever. That’s why I agreed to seduce Chusheng. If you’re bearing him a child, I’ll do the same.” Leng Niang, too, flushed.
“After it’s over, I promised you a man, but… the truth is, I’ve fallen for Fuchong. If Anata… dies… I’ll raise his child with Fuchong.” Mom gazed at the sky.
“But Zhennan ”
“He’s long dead to me. He’s nothing compared to Anata and Fuchong. Those ‘medicines’ Anata gave him are slow poison he thinks I’m just fooling him, so he keeps Zhennan as leverage… but he doesn’t know I’m truly in love. Zhennan will die, I think, around the wedding.” A tear slid from Mom’s eye, her feelings for Dad apparently gone with it.
“No sense dwelling. Anyway, I’m set on giving Anata a child. What about you? What will old Shui say?”
“He’s not the father of Xin’er or Ling’er what’s one more? Only difference is, this time, I’m truly conquered. If things were different… I’d stay with him forever.”
“Whatever happens, I’ll never hurt Anata even if he never trusts me again.” Mom glanced down two of their tailers were gone.
“Then it’s set on your wedding night, we move. That’s all no more talk.”
I returned with three iced coffees, just as two masked punks lurked nearby watchers with no guts, just eyes.
“Trash, you’re slower than a slug.” Mom glared as I handed her the drink.
“Sorry, no shops nearby. I went far.”
Truth be told, I never knew what Mom really thought. Sometimes, she seemed utterly surrendered; sometimes, I wondered if she was only acting, if all this was a long con against Yedun.
I trailed Mom and Leng Niang, eyes glued to those phenomenal asses.
Mom’s was rounder, plumper, as if packed with pure fat, yet firm and upturned, her waist so slender it made her hips look even bigger the ideal hourglass.
Leng Niang’s, nearly as big, lacked Mom’s wasp waist, but was still a glorious, ample, jiggling ass.
I drooled silently.
As Mom passed the punk spies, she exaggerated her hip sway, her snow-white flesh practically glowing in the sun, demanding their full attention.
“Hmph!” Mom sniffed, then, to Leng Niah: “I hear the subway’s a local specialty wanna hit the trains, see more of town?”
Leng Niang, grinning, agreed clearly, Mom wanted to test the famed Japanese chikan experience!
