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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 23:17:56 +0000 UTCChapter Thirteen Part 3: Broken Ties and Public Masks
Mom appeared again with her flag halter; Leng used a tiny flag as a chest binder, breasts straining against it, with a little flag as panties just enough to cover her bush.
“Qi Tian, review business in my office; we’re off to see your father.” Mom left, swinging her plump ass, Leng beside her; even her stride screamed “Japanese sow.” And when I saw her going to see Yedun, her face showed excitement. As Yedun’s little secretary, my sister followed too.
I stayed, fantasizing about all I’d seen that morning.
By noon, Mom was back with Yedun and my sister. I hurried up. “Dad, Mrs. Yedun…”
Yedun seemed pleased with me now. “I never considered making you my son. After all, you Chinese men are spineless trash… But your Chinese mother told me she’s traded you for Young Master Nagamaru’s recognition. So I’ll grudgingly accept you my Chinese trash son…”
“Kneel and thank Anata swear that he’s your true father, understand?” Mom, clutching his arm, pointed at me and barked.
My legs gave way; I knelt and kowtowed. “Thank you for the chance, true Dad from now on, you are my true father.” I cursed inwardly, you bastard, I’ll kill you yet! But the words slipped out almost unconsciously, so natural it amazed myself.
“Remember: Chinese son…” Yedun grinned, then, as if remembering a joke, said, “Tell that cripple that Japan has the world’s finest medicine bring him along too.”
What? You’re dragging my father to Japan for wedding photos?
“Yes, son your Chinese son will comply.” I bowed.
Leng was absent, probably at work she was governor after all.
When Mom saw Fuchong, her gaze filled with warmth.
“Blah blah…” he said something in Japanese.
Yedun nodded and replied. To my surprise, Mom joined in in Japanese. When did she learn? She truly was a genius.
“Oh? Madam speaks Japanese now?” Fuchong was surprised, Yedun’s gaze flashed cold but then hid it.
“Of course I am to be Anata’s wife, I must learn!” Mom, bashful.
Yedun grabbed her ass and squeezed hard, fingers indenting deep. She winced, but made no sign of objection, just blushed and lowered her head.
Satisfied, Yedun chatted with Fuchong and went down to eat. As Mom was about to enter the elevator, my sister brought her a translucent long cover, trying to cover her up but in strong light, the black silk only highlighted her mystery.
On the upper floors, Japanese staff saw Mom and she bowed politely. Even Da-Chong, who had groped her earlier, this time didn’t dare touch, just stared lustfully at her flesh. But below floor 25, Chinese execs couldn’t believe her bold attire. Mom showed no warmth toward any Chinese, ignoring them even if they greeted her politely.
No doubt many mocked or cursed her behind her back.
Seated, even the flag halter couldn’t hide her crotch her white tiger mound and pink slit, fully framed by her creamy thighs. Seated among Japanese, Mom didn’t mind them seeing, but instinctively shielded herself from Chinese eyes. She sneered at the Chinese men’s secret leers, face scrawled with contempt.
“Qi Tian, what a coincidence you’re here too!” A clear female voice hailed me.
Turning, I saw Nagamaru, with Mi’er and Shuixian. The two girls linked arms with Nagamaru as they approached.
To outsiders, this would look like polite society girls linking arms with a man. But I knew the real score.
“Shuixian, Mi’er, what are you doing here?” I ignored Nagamaru.
“Nagamaru-kun invited us…” Mi’er gazed fondly at him.
“I came for an endorsement with a subsidiary here, and bumped into these lovebirds, so we came together.” Shuixian let go of his arm and joined me, wrapping around mine.
I’ll grant it Shuixian, in beauty, figure, aura, and status, made any scene more dazzling. To have a top star clutching my arm actually gave me some pride. All the onlookers stared in admiration.
“Dearest mother, your son missed you!” Nagamaru, with Mi’er in tow, ignored me and directly started groping Mom’s thigh, then hugging her neck and kissing her snowy neck.
“Young Master Nagamaru, hehe… so ticklish…” Mom nervously glanced at Yedun; when she saw he didn’t mind, she looked both relieved and slightly let down.
“Oh, and my foster father Wild Boar… er, I mean Yedun-san…” In public, Nagamaru humiliated Yedun, making the air drop several degrees, all while holding up a hand slicked with Mom’s secretions.
Yedun’s gaze flashed daggers, but he still smiled and shook Nagamaru’s hand. “Thank you, Young Master, for your kindness I will always be Great General Daitake’s most loyal foster son, most faithful to the Yamainu family!”
“Hahahaha… No wonder Grandpa always praises you thanks for all you’ve done for us!” Nagamaru was delighted to see Yedun grovel publicly.
“We’re family please, let’s eat!” Mom, humble and gentle, pulled Nagamaru to sit beside her. “Anata, I will never betray you…” she whispered in his ear.
Yedun seemed mollified, and once again grabbed Mom’s ass, this time through the shawl.
“Aunt Gu… I…” Mi’er was at a loss.
“Silly girl, you’re Young Master’s girlfriend, so you’re my daughter-in-law! And now that Lijun and Grandpa are together, we’re really one big family…” Mom laughed, rubbing her bruised ass.
“Dearest Chun Chun, I only didn’t see you for a moment, yet it’s felt like years…” Nagamaru, handsome as ever, put on an act, taking her tiny hand and looking pitiful.
My sister giggled at his performance.
“In China, we say ‘one day apart is like three autumns,’” Shuixian teased him.
“Yes, even a few hours without you feels like years…” Nagamaru kissed her hand.
Sis blushed, only giggling as he kissed her.
Given the plans to give her to the Yamainu family, my sister was likely eager to comply, especially for the dashing, mysterious Nagamaru.
At this large table, Yedun and Nagamaru were separated by Mom; Mi’er and I had my sister between us, with Shuixian and Yedun across the way. Mi’er whispered with Mom, who seemed to be prepping her for something. Nagamaru worked on my blushing sister. Meanwhile, Shuixian chatted with Yedun.
“Shuixian-chan, I hear you’re a top actress! You starred in an anti-Japanese film as a heroine, didn’t you?” Yedun leered down, getting a perfect view down her low-cut dress.
“Don’t misunderstand, Yedun-san, that’s just my job. Privately, I much prefer Japanese men…” Shuixian batted her lids and pressed her cleavage forward.
“Shuixian, you should call him Uncle he’s now my… Chinese son’s… father…” Damn, had to emphasize “Chinese.”
“Oh, that was careless sorry, Uncle…” Shuixian bowed in her seat, showing Yedun her cleavage.
“Haha… Uncle is too distant; as my son’s girlfriend, you can call me ‘Papa’…” Since when did Yedun want to be called Dad?
“Thank you, Papa…” Shuixian blushes but had no difficulty saying it.
“Hahahaha… In one day I’ve gained a son…” he shot a look at Nagamaru, “and a daughter-in-law it’s all thanks to Yunting!”
Mom turned at his voice, “Anata, you flatter me it was my duty.”
The meal was eaten as Yedun and Nagamaru sparred, Mom worked on Mi’er, Nagamaru charmed my sister, and Shuixian landed a role in an upcoming “not anti-Japanese” film with Yedun.
Afterwards, with Mom’s blessing, my sister and Shuixian left with Nagamaru. The girls took a restroom break; meanwhile, in front of me and Yedun, Nagamaru clung to Mom, squeezing her ass and tweaking her pussy, then left a love bite on her neck.
“Dearest mother, I want to bathe and sleep with you…” Nagamaru sneered at me and at the seemingly-unconcerned Yedun.
“If Young Master wants my service, I would be honored…” Mom blushed, snuggling on Nagamaru’s shoulder.
“My mother is the best…”
“Nnn…”
Nagamaru reached up inside her shawl, fingering her pussy directly.
“Nagamaru-kun, shall we go?” Mi’er and my sister, hand in hand, returned with Shuixian.
Nagamaru reluctantly withdrew his hand to grope Mom’s breasts, patting her bottom, “After your wedding with ‘Father,’ I’m going to sleep with you, Mom.”
Wasn’t this just cucking Yedun? Though I was angry, I relished Yedun’s humiliation.
“…Hmm.” Mom nodded softly.
Nagamaru couldn’t care less what Mi’er or my sister thought, finally giving Mom’s ass a resounding slap before leaving with the three girls.
Mom returned, face red, and avoided Yedun’s eyes.
“Anata, I…”
“No problem.”
“Thank you, Anata…” She was nearly in tears, hugging him and burying her face in his chest.
Then Mom, arm in arm with Yedun, led me back to the top floor. She eagerly dragged him to the roof suite, leaving me in her office alone.
No need to wonder Mom, wet all day, only got fucked by Fuchong briefly; now she’d be ravenous for Yedun’s cock!
I actually felt a little sorry for Yedun: selling out for the Yamainu family only to lose his prize to a dumb kid; using his body to please Mom and Leng, juggling business and politics, while still dismissed as a tool by his Japanese “family.”
He was our enemy, but from a man’s perspective, I did feel a trace of pity. But it didn’t weaken my resolve to wipe them all out.
That afternoon, I saw online news everywhere: South China Governor Leng Naixiang boldly negotiating with Japanese Finance Minister Chusheng for the sale of key Chinese state firms.
There was fake news too the Independent Military District Commander Ouyang Lijun was photographed at a Qi-Gu (actually Dongsheng) factory.
One picture showed Leng, smiling, helping a fat Japanese elder from a car into the provincial office. To outsiders, nothing seemed odd, but I could tell they were intimately close, bodies almost stuck together.
As darkness fell, Mom came from the roof with Yedun, radiant as ever, high heels clicking, glasses sparkling, arm through his.
True love, written on her face!
“Let’s go to the hospital,” Mom said, back in her old heroic manner; only to Yedun did she turn soft.
He still looked energetic still capable of conquering Mom and Leng. What stamina.
At the hospital, I went up alone and told Dad about the upcoming trip to Japan.
Dad said nothing at first. I tried to comfort him and left in silence.
“That cripple agreed?” Mom asked as she drove.
“Fa… He said nothing… but I suppose so…” Thinking of Dad’s condition made my heart ache.
“Hmph… Who does he think he is? Just a Chinese waste, daring to object to Anata’s will? I’ll get his travel documents ready tomorrow. Next week, we’re going back to Japan.” Mom had truly begun to see herself as Japanese inside.
That night, my sister called to say she’d be staying at Mi’er’s home and wouldn’t be coming back. Mom asked Yedun what he thought, and Yedun said he was fine with Chun Chun staying in China and fostering her relationship with Nagamaru.
I suspect Yedun wanted my sister to distract Nagamaru so he could return to Japan for business without interference.
With Yedun’s permission, Mom instructed my sister to get along well with Nagamaru and Mi’er.
For the next two days, I went to see my true girlfriend Ling’er, and also checked in on her older sister Xin’er, my future sister-in-law who’d just become a widow after marrying that black man. Xin’er seemed much better emotionally and had accepted the trip to Japan.
Ling’er already knew about my cuckold tendencies, so I didn’t hide anything, telling her everything about Chang Shuixian and Nagamaru. As expected, Ling’er was sharp she analyzed that Chang Shuixian was using Nagamaru. If Yedun really did seize control of China’s commerce, Nagamaru would benefit most, and Chang Shuixian could use him to strengthen her family and regain their aristocratic status.
Thinking about it, Chang Shuixian must really be working hard!
That night, Mom, always insatiable, stripped and did battle with Yedun, and she even video-called my sister.
According to my sister, she was having a great time with Nagamaru and thought he was a wonderful person. She even shared today’s trip to the water park with Mom, who was, at that very moment, being fucked by a Japanese man.
Yedun also, while fucking Mom’s tender hole, reminded my sister to get along with Nagamaru while we were away in Japan.
Watching Mom, fat ass in the air, being fucked by a Japanese man while my sister confided about her blossoming affair the whole thing felt off.
