Shen City, Seaside.
On a resort island reclaimed from the sea, fine sand collected from a small Pacific island is laid out on the beach like luxurious platinum. Transplanted palm trees, like a turquoise sea interspersed with the platinum beach, reflect the azure of the open ocean.
This is Shen City's most bustling resort. An island was created from hundreds of meters deep in the seabed—a feat difficult even with modern technology—built by the power of extraordinary individuals. Magnificent and spectacular, it has become another landmark of Shen City.
As a popular destination, it is usually a lively place bustling with people—
But now, it seems to have been reserved for someone else. The golden beach is empty, with only two people in the water and on the shore.
Submerged in the sea is Xiang Anping, his eyes burning as he stares at the shore. His bulging crotch almost bursts his swim trunks, a sight to behold.
Following his gaze, one can see a voluptuous figure with broad shoulders, long legs, and a full bust and shapely hips. She possessed both the fullness and curves unique to mature women, voluptuous and sensual, and the slender, graceful figure of a young girl, captivating and elegant.
Although she wore a "swimsuit," her long, ink-black hair was still styled in a simple, elegant, slightly slanted bun, without much embellishment. Yet, the sheer length of her cloud-like black hair was already more lustrous and translucent than obsidian, dazzling and radiant.
From her delicate, white toes to every single, glistening strand of hair, everything was flawlessly perfect, truly flawless, and able to withstand the test of time, growing richer and more fragrant with age, utterly alluring.
This was the body of ultimate Yin, or pure Yin, but whatever the name, she was the most perfect woman in the world.
On them, no adornment could overshadow their beauty; there was no such thing as adornment enhancing beauty. On the contrary, the less adorned, the more it accentuated their breathtaking beauty.
The "swimsuit," however, was incredibly alluring, captivating the eye.
Under the sunlight, her alluring body, seemingly refined snow-white with a hint of pale blue, was almost translucent. Her curves were alluring and graceful, her full, pear-shaped buttocks and slender waist were breathtakingly beautiful. And then there were her enormous breasts, dazzlingly white and surging with heaving waves.
These breasts were covered only by a tiny piece of fabric, less than the size of a palm, decorated with intricate lace. The most important part, the nipples, were slightly transparent, their tips forming small, delicate protrusions, almost perfectly outlining the shape of the clitoris.
The surrounding intricate and beautiful lace pattern made them truly resemble flower buds.
Two extremely thin elastic bands were almost stretched to the point of breaking by her heavy breasts, barely noticeable compared to the surging waves, almost negligible. All the eye could see were her round, melon-like, and lustrous breasts, like a full moon.
Between her slightly parted breasts, a thin golden chain stretched taut, seemingly unable to bear the weight of her large breasts. Two equally slender straps finally wrapped around her back and tied in a knot.
But what was most striking was the area between her long, white thighs, a plump, moist triangle covered only by a small, transparent piece of fabric. A string of crystal beads served as a "rope," threading between her thick, soft labia, nestled between her oily, full vulva, one end attached to the small piece of fabric, the other extending from the cleft of her flesh to her buttocks.
As she walked, her thick, tender labia rubbed together like ripe, luscious orchid petals, making the beads, glistening with oil and almost dripping wet, faintly visible in her folds.
Such a scene was like a dream, especially for the powerful and wealthy businessmen who had once trembled in fear under Jiang Yingji's thumb. If they were to witness the dignified Queen of Shanghai appearing on this bustling beach in such a "swimsuit," they would be utterly astonished and incredulous.
Suddenly, Xiang Anping leaped out of the water. His figure was like steel, perfectly proportioned, exuding masculine power. Especially striking was the enormous tent bulging between his legs, vaguely resembling a curved, scimitar-like shape, stretching his swim trunks more than an inch above his abdomen—truly astonishing.
His burning gaze, like some invisible mollusc, lingered wetly on the exquisitely beautiful body clad in a swimsuit on the shore, its curves fully exposed.
"Aunt Yingji, you're so beautiful!"
"Anping, you're being too reckless..."
Jiang Yingji blushed slightly, two pale blushes appearing on her jade-like cheeks. Her fair, beautiful bare feet sank slightly into the sand, picking up a few grains, which only made her skin appear even more snow-white, smooth, and alluring.
She muttered to herself, scolding Xiang Anping, but her gait wasn't as graceful as usual; instead, it was slightly hesitant, especially since she paused almost imperceptibly with each step, her beautiful legs seemingly pressed together.
She was still unaccustomed to having a string of beads lodged in her labia. With even slightly larger steps, the beads would slide and tug between her thick labia, like a tongue licking, but with an even more slippery sensation.
A strange, tingling, itchy sensation emanated from between her labia, making her want to rub her legs together. However, the beads were too slippery, especially after being moistened with her love juices, making the sensation increasingly unpleasant, like scratching an itch through a boot.
Besides, this beach was usually bustling with people, and even knowing she wouldn't be seen, it still made her mind uneasy.
Xiang Anping, making no attempt to hide his erection, walked towards Jiang Yingji, continuing his flirtatious praise: "But I wasn't wrong, this swimsuit really suits you perfectly, Aunt Yingji. You're so beautiful, so gorgeous, and your breasts are so big!"
"My eyes are practically glued to you..."
No woman dislikes compliments; it's just a matter of who gives them to her.
If a stranger or someone she dislikes compliments her, it will likely cause resentment, but conversely, it can be the icing on the cake, a sweet and flattering effect.
Xiang Anping grinned. Three days had passed since the lewd scene by the pool at Yingluo Manor. He had keenly sensed the change in the Shanghai Queen's attitude towards him, hence his constant witty, direct, and suggestive praise.
He could sense that if before the Shanghai Queen had treated him like a son, indulging his behavior—even when fucking his tender cunt, the childlike tolerance outweighed lust—
now, a subtle shift in women's attitudes towards men had occurred. In a sense, the Shanghai Queen had begun to stop treating him as a "son," a crisis that was also an opportunity.
While the unlimited tolerance was gone, she was beginning to see him as a man, and lust had taken over.
Xiang Anping was adept at seizing opportunities, so he changed his strategy and began actively "pursuing" her. He would accompany Jiang Yingji to the group's headquarters, invite her shopping, and even shamelessly beg for a position as a president's assistant at the Jiang Group building.
Besides this, he seized every opportunity to give small gifts. The Queen of Shanghai, of course, didn't care about the value of the gifts, but as long as she accepted them, the meaning would be different.
At first, Xiang Anping was restrained, but soon he began to experiment boldly, even giving gifts that included sensitive items like jewelry, rings, sex toys, and lingerie.
Most importantly, these days he didn't beg the Queen of Shanghai for sex; instead, he deliberately teased Yu Tang, making love in various gardens and villas—on windowsills, in hallways, and even in the living room—leaving behind traces of their passionate encounters.
And this wasn't done in secret from the Queen of Shanghai; it was even deliberately done for her to see, especially since Xiang Anping had already noticed that Jiang Yingji and Luo Yu Tang shared a certain degree of sexual sensation during sex.
At least within a small circle—
Several days passed, and now he finally revealed his true intentions. Under the pretext of celebrating his recovery, he invited Jiang Yingji to the beach alone, fully displaying his shamelessness and relentless pursuit, including but not limited to feigning pitifulness, showering her with attention, and feigning filial piety, until he finally got Jiang Yingji to wear the unique "swimsuit" he had given her.
Unfortunately, Xiang Anping glanced around; the beach was deserted… If there were people around, although she wouldn't be able to wear such a revealing swimsuit, it would only intensify her sense of shame.
But Xiang Anping knew that he had to proceed gradually to achieve his goal. Even though he could only achieve this much for now, Xiang Anping was still very excited, his mind racing with plans to continue poaching her.