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The troupe's mature women took the stage one after another, showing off their outfits and figures.
At the front marched Vivian Liu.
She wore a grass‑green qipao, a hairpin in her hair, flesh‑colored stockings on her legs, and stilettos on her feet.
With her graceful posture and swaying hips, she walked up onto the stage.
The mature beauties came out one by one, each wrapped in a qipao, each with stockings circling her legs.
The variety of styles dazzled the eyes.
Countless snowy thighs and ample, soft chests made the scene overwhelming.
Anyone who stepped up to breathe in the air would be overcome by the thick scent of mature women, their head spinning as they imagined being drained dry in the arms of these voluptuous ladies…
The officials below were already engrossed, unable to tear their eyes away.
Many looked ready to rush forward, grab one at random, and ravage her on the spot.
Once the show ended, Jenna stepped back on stage.
"Dear leaders, don't be impatient.
There will be time later for you to make your selections.
"You can choose to enjoy them here, or you can take them home and savor them slowly.
"Fulfilling your desires is the main purpose of our Qipao Appreciation."
"Good! Well said!"
The younger officials led the applause, while a few more seasoned "old foxes" remained unmoved clearly they had bigger plans.
Seeing how excited they were, Jenna continued to warm up the atmosphere.
"Next, our Qipao Troupe will perform a dance for our leaders, to showcase our group's… professional skills."
With that, she left the stage.
In her place, over thirty mature women came up together, forming a pre‑arranged formation…
The music began.
Contrary to expectations, the backing track was not elegant traditional music but a rhythmic modern drumbeat.
On stage, the mature women danced with the beat.
They twisted their snake‑like waists, faces full of seductive charm, tugging at the hearts of all those watching below.
A sea of massive breasts bounced in time with the music, and at the very peak of the song, all the women suddenly squatted down and began a "lotus‑sitting" move.
They spread their legs wide, lifted the front flaps of their qipaos, and boldly exposed their crotches to the crowd.
Then they rose powerfully, their slutty cunts swallowing an invisible cock and spitting it out again.
The officials clearly hadn't expected such a performance.
After a moment of stunned silence, they burst into applause at the lurid, dazzling scene on stage.
"Good! Good!"
The male officials shouted, while the wives in the audience looked on with open contempt, cursing the "sluts" on stage under their breath.
The women on stage only intensified their act, cycling through various sex positions to demonstrate their "excellent professional abilities."
Buttocks swayed, breasts splashed; it was as if piles of plump flesh were calling out to the men below: "Come pick me."
Soon the performance ended and it was time to choose.
The thirty‑odd mature women lined up together on stage, each one labeled with a number and a price.
All it took was raising a paddle to select a woman, and she would serve that man at his beck and call for half a year.
"Me! I want Number Three!"
A junior bureau chief in the back row stood up and shouted toward the stage.
Hearing the suppressed excitement in his voice, Number Three's heart leapt.
She rushed down to him.
The instant she reached him, he grabbed her in his arms and their mouths locked together in a hungry kiss.
His hands roamed all over her body from her full breasts to her plump buttocks groping every inch within moments.
"Little wife, hurry… I can't wait anymore!"
He buried his face in her chest, inhaling her scent greedily as he spoke in a low voice.
Seeing how impatient the young official was, the woman laughed softly and said in a sultry tone,
"Don't rush, my lord… I'm coming now~"
She pushed him down into the chair, lifted the skirt of her qipao, spread her legs, and sank onto him in one smooth motion.
They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately.
While their mouths were locked together, she freed her hands, opened his pants, and pulled out his towering cock.
Then she lifted her skirt again and slammed herself down to the base.
Wave‑like sounds of water echoed from her cunt.
Just a few splashes were enough to tell she was immensely wet.
Her wanton display stirred the desire of many watching nearby.
"I'll take Number Fifteen!"
"I want Number Thirteen!"
"Give me Number Twenty‑five!"
In an instant, voices rose from all around.
The women on stage stepped down happily to serve their chosen patrons, leaving only the governor and a few old foxes untouched.
Seeing the time was right, Governor Qi turned to his son.
"Son, which auntie on stage do you want?
Pick any one you like Daddy will make sure she comes over to let you fuck her, okay?"
Absurd as that sounded, the scene had actually happened to this boy before.
The boy's name was Eric Qi.
At the age of **, his penis had already grown to an impressive fourteen centimeters still not quite Liam's size, but certainly not to be underestimated.
His father, Governor Qi, had noticed this early on.
On Eric's birthday, he'd ordered the boy's mother, Grace Qi, to "take his virginity."
For the past two years, it had been Mrs. Qi who handled her son's sexual needs.
But the boy's energy was simply too much.
Middle‑aged Grace could no longer endure the constant drain.
So, after discussing it with her husband, they decided to come here and find a replacement for their son.
"I… I want that aunty…"
Eric pointed at Vivian Liu, who was standing at the side of the stage, and spoke in a young, childish voice.
Vivian saw the boy pointing her way and quickly answered with a smile,
"Little one, you can only pick the aunties with numbers on the stage.
Our row up here can't be chosen."
Hearing his chosen aunty refuse him, Eric felt wronged.
He buried himself in his mother's arms and began to cry and whine.
Seeing her precious son so upset, Grace was furious.
She shouted at Vivian on stage,
"You whore, is this how you treat the people doing you a favor?
You think you're above us?
"Let me tell you this I know your school is strapped for cash.
If you don't satisfy my son today, you won't see a single penny!"
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