Though reluctant, the waiter took his leave—he knew that if he stayed any longer, he would likely face the full brunt of the "Green Divine Catcher's" wrath.
Upon hearing about the waiter's "lucky encounter," the innkeeper felt a mix of envy and jealousy, lamenting why he hadn't been the one with such good fortune.
Consumed by his jealousy, the innkeeper immediately ordered the waiter back to work.
And so, the waiter's brief moment of pleasure gave way to a long, grueling day of toil.
While the waiter suffered, "Sister Qing" and the three children were having a wonderful time.
With her long skirt removed, Sister Qing didn't bother to put it back on. Instead, feigning a playful, reproachful tone, she chided Yu Jing, "You naughty girl! Why did you take off Auntie Qing's skirt? That waiter saw everything!"
"Heh! Well, you were the one acting like such a 'refined lady'—pretending you didn't care for men, when in reality, you were dying to strip down and show yourself off! I'm just helping you out, Auntie Qing! Don't try to deny it—look at your pussy; it's already soaking wet with excitement!"
Yu Jing said with a mischievous grin.
Seeing the glistening moisture between her thighs, and realizing that any further denial would be futile, Sister Qing simply decided to own it.
Just as she was about to put her skirt back on, Tianci—whose cock had gone rigid at the sight of her exposed sex—pushed her down to the floor. He positioned her on all fours, gripped her now-plumper buttocks, and thrust his cock deep into her wanton pussy. Qing-jie did not refuse the fucking offered by Tianci; in fact, she looked at Wuqing with great excitement, clearly hoping he would join in the sexual assault against her.
Realizing, however, that while Wuqing was aroused, he had no intention of fucking her himself, she turned her full attention to wriggling her hips and servicing Tianci's cock.
Tianci, whose height reached only to Qing-jie's chest, gripped her buttocks and thrust into her with great force.
*Slap! Slap!*
The sounds of flesh colliding echoed incessantly throughout the room. Had the soundproofing not been so effective, the noise of their intercourse would surely have carried outside.
Even with the good soundproofing, Qing-jie dared not moan too loudly, and out of consideration for her, Tianci refrained from anything too extreme.
Had it been me—or my own wife—Tianci would undoubtedly have left the door wide open while he fucked her to his heart's content.
As Tianci gripped Qing-jie's buttocks and thrust into her, his future wife kept piling food onto his plate, tending to him with the budding demeanor of a devoted, virtuous spouse.
My own relationship with my wife is that of a loving "cuckold" husband and a dominant, "mistress-like" wife; the dynamic between Tianci and Yujing, by contrast, appears to be the exact opposite.
The adorable daughter I share with my mother is destined to grow up to be the sex slave of both my wife and the son of her adulterous lover! As he ate the food Yujing served him and fucked Qing-jie's wanton pussy, Tianci reveled in it all, much like a little tyrant.
By the time he ejaculated, his thick, exceptionally well-endowed cock had already brought Qing-jie to orgasm twice. As soon as Tianci pulled his cock out of Sister Qing's slutty cunt, Yujing skillfully dropped to her knees between his legs and licked his cock clean of the semen and sexual fluids clinging to it.
Having experienced two satisfying orgasms, Sister Qing stood up languidly and slipped on her long dress. She wiped her messy, exposed crotch with her shredded panties before tossing them carelessly onto the floor.
By now, the three children had finished eating. Sister Qing pulled Tianci close affectionately and said, "You little rascal—I had no idea your cock was this powerful! I'd seen you fucking other sluts before, but I'd never tasted it myself. Now that I have, I finally understand why they're all so willing to become your 'bitches' after you've fucked them!"
"Heh heh! So, Sister Qing, would *you* like to be my bitch?"
Tianci asked, sliding his hand under her long dress with a mischievous grin.
"You little devil—look at what you've already turned me into! Forget just being a 'bitch'—I'd even be your sex slave!"
Sister Qing replied, her expression dripping with lewd, seductive charm.
Delighted, Tianci gave her bottom a playful pat and declared, "Alright then! From now on, you're my sex slave. Your Master is going to have a lot of fun with you!"
"Please go easy on me, Master! Just don't turn me into a common, public slut—I'm supposed to inherit the Cihang Jingzhai, after all! If everyone found out I was just a cheap whore, the 'Cihang Jingzhai' would turn into a 'Cihang Brothel'!"
Sister Qing laughed, her tone thick with wanton playfulness. "Very well, let it be the Cihang Convent—and you shall serve as its first Sect Master!"
As he spoke, Tianci kneaded Sister Qing's ample buttocks vigorously.
Once they had tidied themselves up, Sister Qing left the private room with the three children; the only evidence remaining of what had just transpired was a pair of torn underpants left behind in the room.
A short while later, a waiter entered to clear the table. Upon discovering the underpants—stained with semen and female sexual fluids—he promptly hid them away.
For many years thereafter, these underpants served as his primary outlet for sexual release whenever he lacked access to a real woman's cunt.
It was only years later, once he had finally achieved his own dreams, that he tucked them away as a cherished memento.
Leaving the restaurant, Sister Qing headed toward the Tiance Mansion, accompanied by the children.
Along the way, Tianci and Yujing chattered incessantly. Seeing the two children so full of joy, Sister Qing couldn't help but watch them with a gentle smile.
Looking at Tianci's adorable appearance, it was impossible to reconcile this image with the "little devil" who, just moments before, had been fucking her lewd cunt with such intense force, reducing her to a mere sex slave.
Throughout the journey, Wuqing followed silently by Sister Qing's side. Several times he opened his mouth as if to ask a question, but each time he held himself back.
Observing Wuqing's hesitation—wanting to speak yet holding his tongue—Sister Qing chuckled to herself.
Upon arriving at the Tiance Mansion, Tianci and Yujing were taken off by some subordinates for a tour, while Wuqing was the only one Sister Qing kept by her side.
"Should I call you 'Nephew Wuqing,' or perhaps 'Little Brother Wuqing'?"
After bringing Wuqing into her private quarters, Sister Qing asked with a light, playful laugh.
"Well... 'Nephew' would be better! After all, you were a close friend of my mother's!"
Wuqing replied with all seriousness. "Sigh—you're still as stiff and formal as ever! I honestly have no idea how Tianxiang managed to lure you into bed! Wait—don't tell me he forced himself on you?"
Sister Qing teased.
"No! Tianxiang would never force himself on me!"
Wuqing immediately retorted.
But seeing the upturn of Sister Qing's lips, he quickly shut his mouth.