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🕑 Added 2025-10-04 20:18:19 +0000 UTCChapter Fourteen Part 1: Power Plays in the Air
Yedun had now completely taken control of Mom, so much so that he scarcely needed to show off in front of Dad. Yet, Mom was always all but diving into Yedun’s arms, as if proudly proclaiming, “Look! I belong to Yedun!”
But Chusheng was different he loved taking liberties with Mom and Leng Niang, especially right in front of Dad, Yedun, and Mr. Shui, as if constantly testing the boundaries or rather, testing Yedun’s limits, for after all, Mom was, in name at least, Yedun’s fiancée. To fondle another man’s wife-to-be in front of him that was the ultimate masculine flex.
As I watched coldly, I quickly realized that Yedun and Chusheng weren’t true allies. Yedun seemed to be courting Chusheng, but the latter never forgot Yedun’s status and always glanced at Yedun’s face after groping Mom, only continuing if Yedun gave the silent nod. Still, I doubted Chusheng would dare outright fuck Mom.
Mr. Shui, meanwhile, turned a blind eye or perhaps he just never expected Leng Niang to betray him. In his eyes, his wife was a powerful, highly respected woman how could she possibly cheat?
But he had no idea what a cock-loving slut she really was. Last time, during the outdoors blowout with the black guy and her daughters, I’d eavesdropped Ling’er and her sister weren’t even his; they were conceived with a criminal. Mr. Shui even saw Leng Niang and Chusheng’s familiar touches but dismissed them as polite. What a cuck…
Am I the only twisted one, or had Leng Niang fucked the criminal right under her husband’s nose?
My girlfriend and her sister, seeing their mom cozy with a fat, old Japanese man, didn’t even blink. After all, you can’t fool your own kids. Sometimes, they’d even cover for her, distracting Mr. Shui.
The whole plane was lively around Yedun’s group. At the back, it was just the chatter of the sisters.
When Yedun stepped forward to make a call, Chusheng immediately surrounded himself with both women. At first, both Mom and Leng Niang were shy, but within ten minutes, they were laughing, flirting, and practically feeding themselves to him.
Lord knows what they were talking about so happily, but Leng Niang made a point of calling him “Master” repeatedly, right in front of her poor husband, who fiddled with his camera gear in the back.
When Yedun returned, Mom sat back in his lap, leaving Chusheng dissatisfied.
Leng Niang read his mood and, knowing what he wanted, called out to her husband: “Shui Huo, Shui Huo, stop fiddling come take photos of us ‘Master’ and your Lord and Master!”
Shui Huo packed his gear, answering, “Sure, I’m here. Wait what master?”
“Oh, you misheard. Just take photos!”
He figured he misheard. As Shui Huo came forward, Leng Niang snuggled close to Chusheng while Mom sprawled in Yedun’s arms. Shui Huo stood apart, clicking away.
“So you’re a photographer? Well, since Yedun and Madam are having wedding photos done in Japan, would you mind shooting a few for me and Governor Leng as well?” Chusheng asked while copping a feel of Leng Niang’s waist delighting in the illicit thrill while her husband watched.
“Yes, Shui Huo, we’re all here on ‘Master’ er, I mean Chusheng’s invitation. You’ll get to see the world. Since Yuntong and her ‘Master’ are getting photos, shouldn’t you shoot us with ‘Master’ too?” Leng Niang caught herself, but this “Master” talk slipped out naturally, especially after Yedun had once tamed her thoroughly.
Shui Huo started to fret about the slur, but Chusheng interrupted: “Artists seldom care for riches, but I won’t make you work for free. Be our official trip photographer don’t refuse!”
“Shui Huo, aren’t you ashamed? He’s a Japanese minister you should thank your ‘Master’!” Leng Niang winked, reminding him of her own illustrious status.
Mr. Shui, realizing this was political, immediately agreed. “It’s my pleasure, payment or not. Anyway, this is a trip. I’ll capture you and my wife at your best, with Japan’s scenery as your foil.”
“Shui Huo, don’t call me ‘wife’ in public gossipmongers would have a field day if they found out a state official took her husband abroad. Since I’m here privately, from now on, call me ‘Mrs. Chusheng’…”
“Huh? You and Minister Chusheng are a couple?” Shui Huo grumbled.
“Can’t you say it’s just to hide my identity? It’s only Chusheng and ‘Master’ here Japan’s men. Yuntong’s here I can’t call myself ‘Mrs. Yedun,’ can I?” Leng Niang pouted.
“I guess…” Shui Huo was confused and, honestly, used to being henpecked.
“Sorry about that, Shui Huo…” Chusheng smiled, his hand wandering Leng Niang’s body.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be your and Mrs. Chusheng’s private photographer no one will recognize me, as long as I keep my distance!”
“Good! Now, take photos of me and ‘Master’!”
“‘Master’ again?”
“Honestly, in Japan, women call the men they, uh, respect, ‘Master’ don’t be such a bumpkin!” Leng Niang rolled her eyes.
“Oh… just feels odd.”
Mom, meanwhile, stifled laughter at Leng Niang’s “theory.”
Shui Huo, ever the perfect cuck, became their official photographer, capturing Chusheng and Leng Niang in increasingly intimate poses, so much so that Leng Niang’s exposed lower breasts were fair game for Chusheng’s roaming hands.
Delicious to him, no doubt, to feel up another man’s wife while the husband looked on and Leng Niang indulged him. They ended up tongue-kissing, she straddling his lap.
