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Chapter 23 Part 1 Governor Qi's Private Box
In the second‑floor VIP box of the Golden Goblet Pavilion, Governor Victor Qi was sunk into an Italian‑made sofa.
His custom suit was pulled tight across a belly packed with greasy fat.
No amount of fine tailoring could cover the sleaze in his bones.
The fat on his face quivered with each breath, and two buttons at his collar had popped, revealing his shiny, oily neck.
Anyone seeing such an oily, disgusting face would want to avoid him.
But for profit's sake, many still pushed forward, eager to curry favor.
The pig on the sofa half‑closed his eyes, letting the young woman beside him feed him peeled grapes.
It was the same woman who had been swaying her sultry hips in the lobby earlier to catch his eye.
Her name was Maggie Lin, owner of a small local building‑materials yard.
To get investment, she had used her body to win this auction's invitation.
Her target tonight was to win over Victor Qi.
She wore a wine‑red spaghetti‑strap deep‑V dress, the hem so short it barely covered the tops of her thighs, leaving her pale legs almost completely exposed.
Her full breasts swelled together, the deep‑V neckline framing a canyon of cleavage.
Crimson fabric set off the whiteness of her flesh; with every step her chest wobbled, the edge of her areola almost visible, rattling men's nerves.
She didn't sit on the armrest, but half‑knelt, half‑sat on the carpet at his feet.
Bare elbows rested on his knees; her body almost pressed fully against him.
Her soft curves contrasted sharply with his greasy bulk.
When she lifted a grape to his lips, her wine‑red nails scratched lightly over his lower lip.
Her voice was syrup‑sweet and breathy with calculated need.
"Victor, try this grape.
"It's just been chilled so sweet…
"Just like my park expansion project.
"If you nod, the benefits I bring you later will be ten times sweeter than these grapes."
As she spoke, her other hand slid up along his trouser leg, fingertips brushing his distended belly through the fabric, then gliding down to tap lightly at his inner thigh.
Seeing he didn't push her away, she grew bolder.
She shrank deeper into his lap, the V of her neckline falling even lower so he had a clear view of what lay inside.
Her voice dropped further, threaded with panting seduction.
"Victor, you said last week you'd think about it.
"This week the approval should be coming…
"Don't worry once it's passed and the park is built, I'll give you thirty percent of the profits every year.
"Whatever you want after that, I'll make sure it's done perfectly for you."
She tilted her face up.
The long eyeliner at the corners of her eyes swept upward; her tongue flicked across her lower lip, her breasts rubbing lightly against his arm.
"You see this body of mine, this business aren't they all yours?
"Just spoil me a little and sign off, hmm?"
He mumbled vaguely around a grape.
"What's the rush?"
His hand, however, dropped into her hair and kneaded gently.
She immediately rubbed into his palm like a cat seeking affection, though a flash of calculation crossed her eyes.
*Old fox.
"All talk, no promise.
"Let's see how mighty you look later when you're begging under my skirts.*
Maggie knew exactly how to handle lecherous officials.
Show enough charm, lay out enough benefits no fortress remained unconquered.
"Victor, my little pussy's been itching ever since I saw you.
"It won't stop dripping.
"Won't you help me scratch the itch?"
She went straight for the kill, boldly standing and swinging a leg over his lap, straddling him with a method that had never failed her.
He hadn't expected her to be quite this hungry and wild.
Laughing, he flipped up her dress and clamped his hand over the slit between her thighs.
"You little slut.
"Serve me right tonight and your project funds get approved tomorrow, how's that? Hahaha…"
His coarse laughter boomed like that of a brutish hog, and he mauled the pretty woman without restraint.
Her whole body sank into his fat.
She loathed him, but not a trace of disgust showed on her face only a mask of sultry devotion.
"Victor, don't tease me like that, I can't take it.
"I still want to taste your big cock…"
She rolled her hips on his fingers, the slickness inside her like a warm little mouth, tight young walls squeezing and sucking at his thick digits.
At the same time she undid his clothes, yanking down his zipper and pulling his engorged shaft out from his underwear.
"Slut, hurry and sit on it yourself.
"I can't wait."
His piggish face was flushed with impatience.
She tittered softly, all charm, gripping his cock and lining it up with her wet opening.
Then she dropped in a textbook lotus‑sit, swallowing him to the root.
With a wet sound, he felt her tight canal engulf him at once.
The contracting flesh and sticky juices bathed his dry shaft; the searing heat made him groan low.
A real masterpiece.
*So tight.
"And half of it can't even reach the end,* she thought sourly, but outwardly she only arched her neck and moaned in ecstasy.
"Ahh… Victor, you're amazing… you've filled my little slutty hole… ohhh…"
Seeing her so "pleased" put him in high spirits.
He actually began to buck his heavy body himself, spewing filth as he thrust.
"You slut… you're clamping so tight… isn't my cock big?
"I'll fuck your whore cunt to death, hahaha…"
His rough smoker's voice reeked along with his breath.
She had to close her eyes and hold her breath, bracing her delicate hands on his hips to ride him.
Her shoulders shook, collarbones catching the light as her breasts reduced to flopping meat in her mind jiggled wildly.
Directly opposite their firestorm, Grace was kneeling calmly on the carpet, ignoring her husband and his little plaything.
She was carefully straightening her son Eric Qi's bow tie.
Tonight she wore a white fishtail gown.
Silk clung to her, sketching out an extreme, over‑ripe figure.
Her D‑cup chest strained the neckline, cleavage peeking and hiding under the lights.
Her waist was cinched narrow, then suddenly exploded into an exaggerated hip line that looked almost wrong for her build.
As she walked, the hem swept the floor and her ass wobbled behind it, each bounce sending a faint musk from between her thighs into the air.
Her hair fell in soft waves; a white pearl flower pinned at her temple.
A warm smile rested at the corner of her mouth as she held Eric's hand, eyes full of tenderness.
Anyone would have praised her as a perfect wife and mother, never suspecting the filthy hunger buried beneath this composed façade.
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