The next morning.
I got up early and saw my mother standing in the villa courtyard.
Several male servants were staring hard at her figure.
That was no surprise.
Thirty-six was probably the most charming, mature age for a beautiful woman.
Just right for men her own age, a ripe fruit for older men, and a “charming beauty” to the younger ones.
Especially a woman like my mother, who could be called stunning.
She could pull eyes from fourteen to eighty.
Her features were extremely delicate.
She wore light makeup.
Long golden waves fell over her shoulders.
She had on a pleated bodycon dress.
Sexy black stockings showed off those straight, long legs and made her look exceptionally mature and dignified.
Both her face and the quiet aura around her were captivating.
When she stretched, those enormous breasts stood out even more.
Several servants looked ready to get nosebleeds.
The moment she saw me she rushed over and hugged me tight.
I was much shorter than her.
My head only reached her chest.
The hug pressed my face straight into those towering breasts, and a mature woman’s fragrance filled my nose.
I took a deep, intoxicating breath, felt the surge of her breasts, and almost buried my face in that deep cleavage.
Mom flushed and gently pushed me away.
“Xiaotian, why are you up so early today?” she asked in a sweet voice.
I touched my head.
“Because I missed Mom.
I wanted to get up early and see you.”
She stroked my head affectionately.
“Baby, I miss you too.
Once the company goes public, I’ll take you on a trip to relax.”
I shouted, excited, “Mom, you’re the best!
I’m so happy!”
As I spoke, my consciousness shifted.
The card in my mind turned into silver light and scattered into her body.
That was how it worked.
The person on the card would come into contact with her and work for her company.
After breakfast, Mom hurried off to the company by car.
My consciousness sank into the silver card.
On a bustling commercial street in Jingdu stood a ten-story building with the words Lantian Building on it.
That was where my mother’s group was based.
Old Man Huang had rented the building to her company.
People said the rent was very low—presumably because she had sold her body for the deal.
The first nine floors held factories and offices.
The factories only made clothing and jewelry, light industry, so putting them in the busy city center caused no real harm.
The government had not ordered them to move.
The tenth floor was my mother’s private office.
It included a bedroom and a bathroom.
Two Black security guards stood at the door.
Just then a middle-aged man with an artistic air arrived at Lantian Building.
He said a few words in English to the guard.
The old gatekeeper could not understand him, so he introduced himself in Chinese.
Seeing how arrogant he looked, the old gatekeeper did not dare to be careless.
He called the personnel department at once.
Then personnel transferred the call to my mother’s office.
“Reporting to General Manager Lan.
A gentleman who claims to be a top international fashion designer wishes to see you.”
In the office everyone called Mom General Manager Lan instead of General Manager Jing.
She had always been kind and approachable with her staff, without putting on airs, and the employees cared about her.
Over time they had started using her given name.
“What is this gentleman’s name?” Mom asked.
A top international fashion designer was a famous figure.
There was no reason for one to take an interest in a third-rate company like Lantian Group.
She was puzzled, and could not help asking for the name.
“Mr.
Lan, his name is William Li.”
“Li William—oh my God.
Did I hear that right?” Mom asked, incredulous.
“Mr.
Lan, that’s right.
This gentleman calls himself William Li.
He has a ponytail and a full beard.”
Delight broke over her face.
“That’s him!
Quickly.
Bring him to see me!”
Before long, William Lee followed a human-resources representative to the top floor.
Mom was already waiting in front of the elevator.
The moment he saw her, a deep familiarity rose in him.
He felt a special closeness to the beautiful woman in front of him, and his affection surged.
He spoke in Mandarin mixed with English.
“Hello, Miss Jing.
It’s so nice to see you.
You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Mom looked puzzled.
She pointed at herself.
“Mr.
William, have you seen me in person before?”
William Lee laughed.
“I’ve seen Miss Jing in a magazine.
I was full of praise for your beauty and your designs.
That’s why I’m taking the liberty of recommending myself to join your company.”
When he said it, even William Lee could not believe himself.
How had he suddenly become willing to join this little-known company?
He was a renowned genius designer, especially skilled in women’s wear.
He served as design director for one of the top ten clothing companies in the world, based in Europe, on an annual salary of tens of millions of euros.
That salary was estimated to equal this small company’s entire yearly profit.
Mom looked at him in surprise.
“Mr.
William, are you sure you want to join Lantian Group?”
“Yes,” William Lee said, definite.
“Miss Jing, do you have any other questions?”
Joy crossed her face, then worry.
She sighed.
“Mr.
William, I’m very happy to have you join us.
But we simply cannot afford to pay you that kind of salary.”
He laughed.
“No problem.
I’m willing to work for the beautiful Miss Jing for free.”
“Really?” Mom was overjoyed.
It felt like a windfall had dropped into her lap.
She thought for a moment, then extended a slender white hand and said seriously, “Mr.
William, welcome to Lantian Group.
I, Jing Lan, hereby formally hire you as the company’s Design Director, at an annual salary of… five million yuan.”
William Lee wiped his hands, carefully took her fair hand, and said with respect, “I am very willing to serve President Lan.”
Seeing that anxious, overjoyed look on her face, I—my consciousness hidden in William Lee’s body—could not help smiling, smug.
Of course I was happy.
I could help my mom.
With the epic card used up, Lantian Group had gained a formidable member.
With her business sense, Mom would naturally hype it, and let the whole world know that top women’s-fashion designer William Lee had joined Lantian Group, and in that way lift the company’s brand.
“As long as Mom is happy.”
I smiled, stayed in bed, played on my phone for a while, then called the servants at eight to take me to school.
The Land Rover drove through the bustling streets, heading straight for Jingdu Junior High.
As the most luxurious private high school in the capital of China, Jingdu High only admitted students who were either extremely wealthy or outstanding in their studies.
There were also plenty of good-for-nothings like Huang Erlang, who only got into the best high school in the country because of their families.
As I neared the school gate I suddenly saw two people walking side by side, one tall, one short.
The short, yellow-haired guy who looked like a toad was Huang Erlang, the one I hated with a passion.
At that moment he had one hand on the black suit dress of the tall woman beside him, squeezing and kneading her round, beautiful buttocks.
After playing with them for a while he moved his hand to her silk-stockinged legs, then reached for her private parts between her thighs.
This guy had hooked up with another mature beauty somewhere.
It was truly enviable.
He unzipped his pants, pulled out a jet-black cock, and rubbed it against the mature beauty’s stockinged legs, lewd and disgusting.
I looked closer and—good heavens—his big cock actually had beads implanted in it.
Seven bumps.
Ugly and grotesque.
Compared with Huang Erlang’s cock I felt inferior and angry, so I lost interest in watching and told the driver to go.
We arrived at the classroom.
The bell rang soon after.
A moment later the math teacher came in and lectured for a while, working through complex formulas.
My head was spinning, so I simply turned my attention to William Lee, linked with him telepathically, and signaled him to go up to the top floor and visit my mother’s office.
I had never been to her company.
I was curious about the office.
On my instruction, William quietly went upstairs.
The two Black security guards were no longer at the door.
William Lee made it into her office.
Through his eyes I saw two Black men surrounding my mother.
One knelt on the ground massaging her black-stockinged thighs.
The other massaged her shoulders from behind.
Mom lay comfortably on the sofa, sexy red lips slightly parted, letting out soft moans.
She had kicked off her red high heels.
Her stockinged feet reached toward one Black man’s face.
The man opened his mouth, excited, and took her delicate foot in, sucking all five toes.
Barry sucked hard.
“Ah~~!”
Mom let out a comfortable moan and said in a sweet voice, “You two brothers have been with the company for a while now, haven’t you?
How is your practice of the secret manual I gave you going?”
Behind her a burly Black man worked diligently at her shoulders.
His large dark hands occasionally swept over her towering breasts.
“We brothers have been with the company for over a year now.
Thank you for your care, President Lan.
We brothers have already mastered the basics of that secret manual.”
He answered in broken Chinese, and put extra weight on the words take care as those large dark hands closed on her towering breasts through her clothes.
“Oh!” Mom exclaimed, sweet, then chided him.
“Mike, you’re getting bolder and bolder.
Even bolder than your little brother Dee!”
Mike pulled off his security uniform and showed a strong physique—developed pecs, an eight-pack, sleek dark skin, all of it masculine.
Then he took off his pants.
A thick black cock sprang out.
It looked impressive, incredibly long, a full twenty-five centimeters, the glans as thick as an egg.
He had already been aroused while he massaged her.
As a lowly Black man from a savage African tribe, he had never seen a woman as beautiful as my mother.
If she gave him even the slightest hint, he would have pounced like a wild dog.
His face was ugly, but his naked body had distinct lines, packed with explosive muscle, and threw off a raw masculine heat.
In particular his dark skin seemed to carry a flowing luster.
His powerful chest and taut abs were like a painting of a running river, a dynamism that would swallow any woman’s heart.
With a rip, the stockings tore and exposed her alluring snow-white thighs.
The butterfly tattoo at the base of her thigh shone dazzlingly bright.
Dee seemed fascinated by that lewd mark.
He brought his mouth close and licked it with skill.
Gradually his tongue climbed higher and swept over the black thong covering her labia.
His saliva soaked the narrow strip.
Mike unbuttoned her blazer, tore off the covers over her nipples, and fully exposed those two large, round breasts.
He vigorously rubbed that pair of snow-white, smooth breasts with his big black hands and teased the two dark-red nipples with thick fingers.
Black and white made a stark contrast.
It looked extremely lewd.
When he noticed the bright red rose on her upper left breast, he asked in surprise, “Mr.
Lan, when we brothers fucked you together last time, we didn’t notice this tattoo on your breast?”
Mom’s red lips parted.
She was breathing hard.
“Don’t ask.
Another man tattooed it… mm… ah… Mike, harder… harder… squeeze my big breasts hard!”
A flicker of jealousy went through Mike’s eyes, as if the mark on her breast offended him.
He could not help cursing, “You fucking is a bitch!
…lascivious woman.”
Rage filled me at once.
I cursed inwardly, You lowly black devil, how dare you call my mother a whore and a slut!
I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, and every woman in your family a prostitute!
Mike started.
He had never been that disrespectful in front of her before, and unease hit him at once.
A flush of excitement rose on her face.
This lowly Black man calling her a whore and a slut gave her a perverse pleasure.
She gave him a seductive look and said, sweet, “Mike, my little man, I love your rudeness.
You look so domineering like this.
Don’t hold back.
Just tell me what’s on your mind.”
I was shocked.
I thought, Mom, you’re so shameless.
This lowly Black man calling you a bitch and a slut actually gets you excited.
I’m so disappointed in you.
Mike, unsatisfied playing behind her, came around to the sofa.
He fell into a daze, eyes wide, staring hard at her chest.
Those exquisitely beautiful, perfectly round breasts swayed without stopping over her panting body.
The trembling was so intense no normal man could look away.
Mike’s eyes glazed.
Drool dripped from his mouth.
A trace of precum clung to the head of that thick dark cock.
He sleepwalked to her side.
The closer he got, the more those trembling breasts dazzled him.
As she breathed hard and sweat ran down her face, the fragrance coming off her body hit his nostrils like fuel on a fire.
Mike was only a Black man in his early twenties, burning with lust.
He was completely absorbed in those two indescribably beautiful, throbbing breasts.
At last he let out a low growl and pounced, seized the two leaping breasts with both hands, and squeezed them wildly.
Before long he plunged into them and used both hands and mouth to shamelessly defile those unparalleled, exquisite breasts.
Ignoring everything else, the Black brothers each reached out a large dark hand and grabbed those wildly swinging snow-white breasts.
The soft, bouncy feel made them knead and enjoy on instinct, unable to stop, while their mouths and tongues stayed under her arms.