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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 23:08:52 +0000 UTCChapter Twelve Part 4: Diplomacy, Corruption, and Shameless Bargains
Fuchong was thrilled, pounding harder: "You really have fallen to Japan you'll be my exclusive Chinese sow..."
"Ohhh... So good... sow loves Master..."
"Call me Master..."
"Yes... Fuchong is Yunting the sow's Master; the sow always welcomes Master's cock..."
They fucked more fiercely, her ass pounding up and down, waves of white flesh trembling. For Fuchong, it must have been a dream come true.
He needn't move just held her waist and let her pleasure him. This was the third man in Mom's pussy I wondered if there would be more. I figured Mom sought his trust, wanting to get into the export business, to gather intelligence and support the plan good thing Leng Niang kept Yedun distracted. Perhaps Leng Niang did it on purpose, to buy Mom time. Still, Mom seemed truly to have fallen for Fuchong.
"You Chinese sow... really know how to swing your hips I'm going to cum!"
"Fill me, Master... So full... You're even bigger... Give it to me shoot inside China's greatest woman..."
"Ahhh..." By now, out of practice and slightly balding, Fuchong didn't last long; under Mom's expert movements, he quickly surrendered.
"Oh... So hot... So strong, Master... wonderful..."
Afterwards, she gave him a loving blowjob, cleaning him, gazing up adoringly.
"Oh... Madam, your skills are amazing..."
"I'm your Chinese sow, Master!" she protested.
Fuchong looked at her, seeing her pure devotion, realizing she truly loved him. Without caring about his filthy cum in her mouth, he hugged and kissed her deeply she, startled, responded shyly, even letting a tear slip from her eye.
Had he moved Mom's heart? After all, he accepted her entirely, even when her mouth was full of semen.
Afterwards, they stared deep into each other's eyes; Mom's face grew redder and redder.
I quietly zipped my pants and left, semen still on the carpet.
I meant to rest in the room Nagamaru had come from, but peeking in I found a blond Western woman and an old fat Japanese man sprawled naked on the table. The Western woman's pale, fat ass was impressive, but not a match for Mom's, and her breasts were small and saggy by comparison. The man must be another Dongsheng executive.
I doubled back to Mom's office. Knocking, her voice called out, "Wait." After five or six minutes: "Come in!" When I entered, the room reeked of sex. Her flag pasties were gone; the red-and-white thong was missing; she wore only fishnets and heels, hair up, glancing at me: "Have you learned?"
Now she sat nude, breasts out, her vulva still glistening, pale thighs laterally trickling thick yellow fluid. Not even trying to hide this now? I mean, at least show a little shame... Aren't you afraid I'll tell?
Fuchong sat in her chair but looked uneasy, fearing I'd report him.
"Mrs. Yedun, I'm too stupid I didn't understand much of what you showed me."
"Useless trash!" she barked. Though nude, her aura was overwhelming. Maybe it was just my nerves, but her power seemed greater than before.
"I'm sorry, mo Mrs. Yedun..." I bowed.
She turned to Fuchong with warmth: "This child is hopeless. When I move to Dongsheng, I'll leave Qi-Gu to you, Master! Originally I planned to take most assets, but for you, I'll leave a big portion of funds and staff; you can even rename the company 'Bug Rides Pig' a Japanese bug riding China's strongest sow... heh." Then turning to me: "Don't you dare tell your father any of this, or I'll throw you out!"
"Yes, Mrs. Yedun I won't tell Dad Yedun." She nodded approvingly.
Fuchong got up, and Mom quickly fixed his clothes like a new bride.
"You can go find Yedun now. I'll sort the files."
"Take care, Master..." Mom bowed 90 degrees, thought a moment, then knelt and called, "Your Chinese sow sends you off, Master... Master, Yunting the sow loves you... so much..." Fuchong had never heard anything like this, but perhaps due to me being there or his pride, he replied, "Sow, go do your job." And left.
Her heated eyes lingered on him. Then, seeing me, her cold face returned.
"I'm off to rinse. Wait here." She ordered coldly.
After ten minutes, she emerged dressed (if you could call it that): a skintight, almost non-existent, Japanese flag dress, most of her breasts and thighs bare, only a sliver of flag across her crotch not even panties. From behind, just two ribbons at neck and waist, her whole back and butt on display.
"Let's go see if your Aunt Leng is cheating with Anata." She swayed her shapely ass ahead; I trailed, eyes glued to the sight.
"Yoshi isn't this the Chinese iron lady?" The same fat old Japanese man from earlier emerged with his Western woman.
"Mr. Chusheng, hello." Mom bowed 90 degrees.
"Meet Susan, Europe's most famous model. Mind comparing?" He pulled the big Western woman next to Mom.
Both had fat bottoms Mom's was more taut and resilient, Susan's somewhat saggy. Mom's breasts outclassed her by a cup or more. In heels, Mom even seemed taller, her waist slimmer. Though Susan's skin was pale, Mom's was radiant, smoother, and exquisite. And her face and aura China's Five Golden Flowers are no joke. At 38, thanks to her breathing art, she looked 20.
Chusheng slapped Mom's ass and squeezed Susan's, comparing: "Susan's butt is 116cm; yours must be 126?"
"Heh, well spotted just measured yesterday: 126cm."
"Not only huge but round, perky, and springy Yedun really found a treasure." He bounced her cheek, sending ripples across it.
Mom let him fondle her, only giggling and tossing Susan a condescending look. In the outside world, every billionaire would strive for a taste of Susan, but before Mom, she was nothing.
"When did you arrive, Mr. Chusheng? I should play host." Mom arched her backside for him.
He slid a finger into her crack maybe ass, maybe pussy and asked, "I came with your Governor Leng; but soon as we arrived Yedun invited her upstairs they haven't come down."
"Oh..." Mom let out a moan, but smiled, "Any important business? You're Japan's finance minister!"
"Yedun wants our Ministry to purchase your state enterprises. We need a local sponsor, so he invited Leng too, but she wasn't eager to cooperate." He now spread Mom's cheeks and worked his finger deeper, making her gush even more.
State enterprises! They think it's so easy? I thought with contempt.
"Heh... Anata's probably resolved it with Leng by now. Shall we go up and look? Minister, perhaps there's hope!" Mom beamed as Chusheng fingered her, suggesting heading up.
"Good, let's go. Susan, back to your hotel!" Susan, seeing she couldn't compare, left in a huff.
Mom didn't tell me to stay behind, so I followed. Chusheng didn't care, assuming I was her lackey or boy-toy.
There was no elevator to the roof. Mom led across the carpeted stairs, shaking her ass, Chusheng's fingers buried inside her, bantering all the way. I saw his finger disappear into her wet hole.
Mom's eyes were misty with lust, but still charming and polite.
"You Chinese sows aren't up to our women, but you're the rare exception. Not only are you the top businesswoman at a young age, you even mastered qigong!" He now had two fingers inside; Mom's professionalism never faltered.
"Heh... Minister, you flatter me I'm already 38, hardly young..." Mom had to bow going upstairs, making it easier for his probing.
"Thirty-eight? Looks under thirty!" He tried inserting further, but her rich thigh flesh made it tough.
Kindly, Mom used her hands to part her cheeks further. "Minister, you're too kind... Maybe it's my breathing technique..." She said, as if no one was touching her.
"By the way: I hear you admire ancient Chinese heroines Mu Guiying, Wu Zetian and such?" Chusheng now penetrated deeply, making her squirt more.
"Ah ha..." Mom gasped, "I didn't know Minister studied our history! I do love ancient women just a hobby... uuunngh..."
"That's fine interests! Honestly, I admire your heroines. If I could, I'd love to 'discuss' them in depth with Madam say, Hua Mulan, Liang Hongyu and so on I'm a big enthusiast!" His fingering quickened.
"Haah... So surprised... Minister, I didn't expect... Ahh... you to love ancient Chinese heroines too... mmmnm..." This was genuine Mom really admired strong historic women, even cosplaying them sexually with my father years ago. Yedun, too, had courted her by antending cosplay expos. For Mom, this was a true connection.
His remark truly touched her, and a spark showed between them.
"Haah... Of course if you ever want to... aah... I'll... ahh... discuss them 'in depth' anytime..." Now Mom's eyes showed not just respect but a hint of affection; she stretched herself wider for him.
"Hahaha... Splendid!" Chusheng was clearly interested who wouldn't be?
Bantering, moaning, and "schlicking," we finally reached the roof, which Dad had built as a luxury conference suite on the top floor.
As we entered, Mom somewhat composed herself for the sight of her husband.
There on a big sofa, Yedun lay back as a pale, plump woman sucked his cock.
"Yedun-san, have you finished?" Chusheng withdrew his wet finger, switching to kneading Mom's ass.
Mom shot him a glance, her juice still running down her thigh.
"Oh, Minister what brings you up?" Yedun sat up but seemed unconcerned that Chusheng was fondling Mom. Leng Niang, flustered by our arrival and Mom's exposed ass, blushed and tried to hide her large breasts, but realizing her exposure, gave up.
"Just getting impatient..." Chusheng now looked hungrily at Leng Niang.
"Well, tell the Minister," Yedun ordered, slapping Leng Niang's ass, who, crawling off the sofa, showing rumpled pubes and white thighs also dripping semen (though less than Fuchong's output).
She hesitated, blushed, and addressed him, "Minister..."
Slap! "Ah!" Yedun suddenly landed a loud smack on her ass.
"Did you forget your place?" he snarled.
Clutching her reddened butt, she pouted, then bowed deeply, "Minister humbly, I will support you, and guarantee your success in acquiring the state companies." Just like Mom with Fuchong the training worked.
Much as I hated it, I was happy to behold her nudity.
"With the governor's guarantee, we'll succeed." Chusheng squished Mom's ass with renewed force.
"No, no before Japanese men, I am only Yedun's Chinese sow, not worthy of being governor!" Leng knelt and bowed as Mom had before Fuchong.
"Yedun, nice work! All set. Governor, thank you! I'll go rest await further news."
"You two, see the Minister out," Yedun ordered.
"Yes, Anata (Master)…" Mom and Leng flanked Chusheng as escorts; awkward, I slipped out too.
He put a hand each on their butts, kneading and slapping lustily.
On the stairs, he suddenly stopped, "Wait... age makes me need to pee..."
"You are our most honored lord pee wherever you wish," Leng suggested, eager for pleasure.
"Is that appropriate...?"
Before he'd finished, both women knelt and undid his pants an enormous black cock sprang free, possibly just smaller than Yedun's.
The two exchanged a look, then together began to suck him, tongues cleverly collaborating.
After a while, Mom stood: "Minister, let me take you to my office to relax." Leng pulled his pants down.
Mom glared at me: "Why aren't you carrying Minister's clothes? Useless!" They bustled him away into Mom's office, closing the door behind them.
I tossed his pants aside and pressed ear to the door though it was soundproof; I could only make out moans.
As I fretted outside, my shoulder was tapped, nearly making me panic.
"Little-dick brother, what are you eavesdropping?" My sister a young, tall, pale, busty beauty peered at me.
"Nothing Mom and Leng went in with the finance minister; I wondered what they're discussing." I lied casually.
"I heard Aunt Leng is selling some state-owned companies to Japan; probably working on that. You're so bored! Come, I'll show you something fun!" She dragged me off, carrying the minister's pants.
And inside, a 3P epic was in full swing!
