Then the crowd below cheered.
Spotlights on the T-stage flared.
My mother walked out under the dazzling lights.
The first thing that caught the eye was a pair of straight, firm long legs.
In transparent stockings those beautiful legs looked even smoother and more rounded under the lamps.
Two small, delicate feet wore red high heels that made her figure even more curved as she walked.
A beige trench coat covered that alluring body.
The neckline sat slightly open and showed snow-white cleavage.
Extremely seductive.
Long, flowing golden hair shone under the lights.
Slender arched brows swept toward her temples.
Her eyes were cool and aloof.
Black eye cream.
A light layer of powder.
A sexy, delicate nose.
Bright red lips.
She looked like a bewitching witch.
Alluring.
Sexy.
The middle-aged man, Mu Tianjie, sitting in the center of the front row, had a look of infatuation in his eyes.
Once upon a time he had possessed this beautiful woman too.
Looking back now, it had only been a matter of time and circumstance.
Only regret was left.
Meanwhile Fatty Wang had already left Li Yuwei’s proud breasts.
His eyes were fixed on the beauty on the stage, which made Li Yuwei secretly resentful.
She could not help muttering, “Slut.
Whore.
Whore.
Pretend to be something you’re not.
Back when you slept with my godfather you weren’t any more noble than me!”
She spoke very softly, but I still heard her.
Rage hit me at once.
I wanted to strangle Old Man Huang, who was grinning, lewd.
Just as I was wishing he would drop dead, a gunshot cracked outside the window.
A bullet flew fast toward Old Man Huang.
Then a person in black, face masked, carrying a long sword and a short one, leaped and stabbed at him.
The attacker used both moves at once and left him no room to dodge.
I was happy at first.
I thought he was finished.
Then Li Yuwei flicked a hand and shoved him aside.
Click.
The bullet struck the seat.
At once a long sword drove toward the terrified old man, and a short sword met Li Yuwei.
“Oh my God… there’s an assassin!”
Old Huang was so frightened he covered his head and ran, then dropped flat on the ground and just missed the long sword.
Li Yuwei came to herself, ignored her exposed breasts, and blocked the figure in black.
The woman in black was about a hundred and sixty centimeters tall.
A pair of bright dark eyes showed under the veil.
Under the tight clothes she had a curvaceous figure with exaggerated, proud curves.
Those large breasts stretched the fabric into a beautiful arc.
Slender waist.
Large bottom.
She was clearly a woman.
That delicate body swayed as she moved, like a willow in the wind.
Graceful.
Charming.
Li Yuwei was half naked, palms toward the assassin.
The motion showed off that beautiful figure—high, rounded breasts, a waist both delicate and elastic, long legs, skin fair as ice and snow.
Truly captivating.
She chuckled, coquettish, utterly alluring, not the least embarrassed by the half-exposed body, and said in a seductive voice, “Miss Assassin, your opponent is me, so don’t rush to find my man!”
The words cut two ways and made them incredibly tempting.
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She said, cold, “You slut.
You came naked and you’ll leave naked.
Let me send you on your way.”
Li Yuwei exclaimed, feigning fear.
“If I died naked like this it would probably cause a huge uproar.
The media would hunt the killer.
I doubt even you, Miss Assassin, could handle that!”
The assassin snapped, “You slut!
Die!”
The moment she finished, cold light burst from her hands.
She was ruthless.
Seeing the hit had failed she launched a surprise attack at once, hoping to catch Li Yuwei off guard.
With a sway of her waist she covered nearly twenty feet in a blink.
Two sharp blades, one long, one short, became two streaks of cold light and came at Li Yuwei from left and right.
She put out all her strength, determined to kill in one stroke.
Li Yuwei laughed heartily and did not move.
She stretched out a pair of slender, smooth hands.
As if by magic they sprang into the air.
Palms and fingers folded into blades.
With each thrust, slash, and parry she struck the backs of the assassin’s two swords as they stabbed at her in a frenzy.
The slightly toned muscle on that naked body did not look out of place at all.
It only made her more sexy.
The assassin twisted that voluptuous body and thrust more than seventy swords in an instant.
No matter the angle, in that swift, relentless flow, Li Yuwei always broke the attacks perfectly.
The assassin began to circle her fast, leaping high and crouching low, twin swords attacking without pause, like a storm trying to pierce the movie goddess.
Li Yuwei’s calm made her seem a true skilled female knight-errant.
The guests on the side cheered for her as if they were watching a martial-arts film.
Even Fatty Wang’s face shone.
Thinking of how he had just touched and kissed this goddess, his heart trembled.
Of everyone there, the only one who stayed calm was the head of the Mu family, seated at the center of the front row.
He seemed to disregard the fight between the two women.
I was shocked.
Li Yuwei, a movie star, was actually a martial-arts master.
From her strength she was far above Zhang Biao.
I wondered how she compared with my mother.
The scene was extremely bizarre.
A stunningly beautiful naked woman was being attacked from all sides by a voluptuous female assassin.
When the assassin had thrust more than a hundred swords, Li Yuwei let out a delicate shout.
The leather belt at her waist was like a soft sword drawn from a sheath.
Clang after clang filled the hall.
I did not know how she had drawn that sword.
I only saw those beautiful eyes shoot out a seductive charm that could bewitch the soul, and at the same time a cold light blaze from her hand.
“Witch!” the assassin roared, pouring out every skill, holding the long and short swords to her chest and casting a blur of light and shadow to guard her vitals.
She retreated fast.
It was too late.
The soft sword in Li Yuwei’s hand grew sharper, like a net closing in.
Two clangs.
The assassin’s twin swords slipped aside.
She stepped back suddenly and hit the wall of the hall, next to a window.
Her head was pressed to the wall.
Those ample breasts thrust high.
Incredibly alluring.
Suddenly Mother dropped from above and raised a long leg to kick the assassin.
As her body swayed her expression was extremely alluring, her face full of seductive charm, enchanting and beautiful.
As those long, straight legs lifted, her crotch was completely exposed.
A thin thong showed between her full, smooth labia.
Perhaps the thong was too tight and kept rubbing her pussy, lighting that sensitive body.
The lips were swollen and engorged, glistening with moisture.
Even the thong itself was wet.
Mom, you don’t have to be that provocative.
Exposing your entire pussy in public like this—aren’t you ashamed?
They all stared wide-eyed at her pussy.
Even the middle-aged man was no exception.
Li Yuwei cursed, resentful, “You filthy bitch!”
My mother’s thighs were round and powerful.
That kick threw the assassin out the window.
At the same time I vaguely heard a voice say, “Run!”
It was obviously my mother.
She was telling the assassin to run.
Was she in cahoots with her?
Li Yuwei glanced at her, suspicious, muttered a couple of curses, then walked to Old Man Huang, helped him up, and said in a flattering voice, “Godfather, it’s all right now.”
Huang San had gone pale with fright.
He gasped, “Oh my God!
I’m so scared!
No… call security and get me out of here.”
Mom stepped forward and helped him up.
One hand on his back, her entire magnificent chest pressed to his shoulder, she comforted him.
“Mr.
Huang, I’m sorry to have startled you.
It was Lan’er’s fault.
Please forgive me.”
In that moment two stunning beauties were pressed against Old Huang, letting him enjoy two women at once.
It immediately woke hatred and jealousy in the guests below the stage.
The old man lowered his head and buried that ugly old face in my mother’s breasts.
His hands were restless too, reaching into her trench coat, touching her buttocks.
Seeing it, she did not flinch.
She hugged his bald head, thrust her breasts forward to meet his face, and whispered, sweet, “Father, don’t be afraid.
It’s my fault.
After the exhibition today, I’ll let you punish me as you please!”
What?
Mom actually called this old geezer Dad and referred to herself as his daughter?
Then what am I?
Am I supposed to call this old bastard Grandpa?
And if I see Huang Erlang, do I call him Uncle?
My head buzzed.
I felt dizzy.
My heart ached.
Tears ran down my face.
Mom, how could you do this?
Letting him sleep with you is one thing.
Calling a seventy- or eighty-year-old man Dad is another.
Where has your shame gone?
Old Huang gave a sinister smile.
That wrinkled face was incredibly ugly.
He looked at her with a lecherous gaze.
“My little slut, what’s a little fright to an old man like me after words like that?
Wait for my call, and come back with Xiao Wei to serve me.”
“Yes.
Lan’er understands.
Dad, you haven’t forgotten.
You haven’t let Lan’er keep you company in a long time.
I… I…”
She whispered it sweet into his ear, pressing those sexy red lips to him.
Old Huang chuckled.
“Little slut, does your cunt need to be fucked?
Need your daddy’s old cock to comfort you?”
I did not think Mom would answer that insulting, obscene line no matter what.
I hoped she would brush him off.
Instead she said, sweet, “Yes.
Every day I look forward to my father putting his big cock into my horny little cunt.”
Mom… you… you’re hopeless.
I shook with anger.
Then I remembered how much she had loved me, and I forgave her at once.
Maybe the old man had some hold on her.