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🕑 Added 2025-10-04 20:18:41 +0000 UTCChapter Fourteen Part 3: The Queen's Masquerade
The next morning, Dad woke me the IV must’ve helped. He could walk again, thinner and grayer, but much improved, vision and hearing slightly restored.
“Seems Yedun’s drugs really work,” he said, flexing his arms, hopeful. “If I recover, we won’t need whatever plan Leng Niang’s hatching. Revenge, maybe.”
He turned suddenly serious. “Remember when that assassin came for me? Yedun and his brother look just like him. Maybe Jiro was the killer…?”
Sadly, Dad, I thought, it was Yedun who almost killed you and who’s been fucking Mom ever since.
“I… don’t know,” I hedged.
“Later, let’s thank Yedun feel him out about Jiro.”
Could Dad really turn this around? I doubted it, but went along as he washed up and dressed.
Yedun’s penthouse was more opulent than the Four Seasons. I feared entering to find Yedun and Mom in flagrante, but inside, Yedun sat in his underwear, smoking, Mom out of sight.
“Qi-san, you look better,” Yedun rumbled, radiating authority even seated.
“Thank you, Yedun. Your drugs really help. I’m here to thank you for… everything.” Dad meant it. In his mind, Mom had “sacrificed” herself for his sake, and now, with his health returning, he imagined regaining his lost life.
If only he knew Yedun was behind it all.
“No need to thank me,” Yedun waved smoke. “This drug is pricey maybe you’ll repay me when you can?”
“I…” Dad had nothing left.
At that moment, a cool, musical voice broke in: “What could a pauper like you possibly repay with?”
Mom stepped out, seminally dressed: a long, narrow sash ran from her neck down, draped over her breasts and crotch, but otherwise her body was nakedly on display, the sash’s red sun emblem impossible to miss. The whole thing was held in place by thin, transparent cords at her neck, chest, waist, and hips but her soft, smooth back, butt, thighs, even her belly, were fully exposed.
She looked like an imperial concubine, a goddess of sex and cold arrogance, at once the most desirable and most forbidding woman in the world, jewels on her ears, neck, and wrists only enhancing her majesty.
This was Mom always walking the line between slut and empress, and somehow, impossibly, embodying both at once.
As she walked, the sash flapped, revealing flashes of nipple, soft underbelly, creamy thigh I had to fight the urge to bury my face in her ass.
She sashayed to Yedun’s lap, kissed him, and said, “Anata, didn’t I tell you I could wear this? Do you like it? I knew it would fit.”
Yedun gave Dad a “sorry, pal” look, but his hands were already roaming Mom’s exposed thighs.
“…” Dad, mortified, managed, “Yuntong, I’ll get better…”
“If you improve, it’s all thanks to my Anata! And don’t call me by name. Call me ‘Mrs. Yedun,’ understand?” Mom’s eyes were icy, dismissive, as if speaking to a total stranger.
“And don’t think the medicine is free. Dongsheng isn’t a charity. We gave you the experimental dose to see if it works and apparently, it does. Now, what do you have left to compensate my Anata?” Mom turned away, smiling only at Yedun.
“Slap!” Yedun walloped Mom’s ass.
“Don’t speak to Qi-san that way,” Yedun chided, but Mom, blushing, looked pleased by the spank, pouting in mock hurt.
“Qi-san, my apologies. I agreed to help Gu Yunting by marrying her… and acquiring your Qi-Gu Group…”
“It’s my group,” Mom muttered.
“To silence gossip, I’ve had to as they say sleep with Madam every night. But I swear, Qi-san, we’ve never laid together. All you see is theater. When you recover, Madam won’t need my help, and Qi-Gu will be returned you can repay me then.” Yedun was all sincerity, even as his hand groped Mom under her sash. Mom flushed.
“Theater? Never laid together? My Qi-Gu?” Dad repeated, hopeful, earnest. “Thank you, Yedun.”
“We’re all friends here. No need for thanks.” Mom, suddenly dreamy-eyed, slipped a hand into Yedun’s shorts, stroking his cock.
Dad, half-blind, couldn’t really make out the groping, but knew it was happening. Still, when Yedun claimed they’d never had sex, he had to accept it.
“Anata, I want to go shopping soon…” Mom begged off, signaling him to stop fingering her.
“Go on. We’ll start the wedding photoshoot tomorrow.” Yedun withdrew his hand and gave Mom’s ass an affectionate swat.
“Wonderful! I can’t wait!” Mom, suddenly girlish, stood, bounced her barely restrained tits, bent down, kissed Yedun’s half-hard bulge through his shorts, delicately rearranged his underwear, and without a look at Dad, swayed her massive ass out the door.
“You little trash come with me. I need a familiar servant.”
She meant me.
I gave Dad an apologetic smile and followed.
“Yedun, I’ll take my leave…”
“Go on. Don’t forget your medicine today,” Yedun reminded politely.
Silently, I tailed Mom, devouring the sight of her round, bouncing rump, unable to tell if she was wearing panties.
We reached the other end of the floor, where Leng Niang and her family were staying. Inside, I was stunned the women were all impossibly dressed.
Leng Niang, more buxom than Mom, wore a body-hugging fishnet suit, her nipples barely concealed, every mesh ridge pressing into plush flesh. She was trimmed, neat, but otherwise on display.
Xin’er, the oldest daughter, wore little more than a bandage-wrap, her dark, groomed bush peeking through.
Ling’er, in a nearly sheer white dress, had the most modest curves of the three, but at 18, was still busty and fresh, her pink nipples and dark curls plainly visible.
These women looked ready to solicit clients on the street.
Their reasoning: “We’re in Japan, not China. Here, we must dress to impress, show off our God-given gifts!”
Mr. Shui protested it was cold, inappropriate but the women, trained in qigong, scoffed off the chill.
And so, four bombshells, little left to the imagination, accompanied by me their ostensible minder and, in Ling’er’s case, cuckolded boyfriend hit Tokyo’s streets.
