President Wang spoke while unfastening his belt.
My breathing grew heavier. I quietly pulled out my phone to record a video, but to my frustration, the fire escape was pitch black; the footage was too dark to make out clearly.
“Ah… President Wang, not like this.” Sun Dan hurriedly tugged her skirt down and pushed him away.
“What, still shy? Relax, no one’s here.” He grinned, trousers already at his knees. He pressed himself tightly against her from behind, gripping her slender wa!st, clearly intent on taking her right there.
“President Wang, it’s dusty and dirty here. If we must, let’s find somewhere clean,” Sun Dan said, her expression strained as she looked at him.
You sl*t—if you didn’t want this, why come upstairs at all?
I sneered inwardly, zooming the video as close as possible. The dimness made details unclear; only their silhouettes were faintly visible.
“Fine. I’ll deal with you properly in the room later.” President Wang chuckled, then continued k!ssing and groping her. Sun Dan, flushed and coy, allowed his hands to roam.
I had to admit Sun Dan was stunningly $exy. That curvaceous figure stirred something in me. At times I even imagined that once I held leverage over her, I would make her serve me thoroughly, ravish her until she begged.
The thought filled me with eager anticipation. Only when they finally moved to leave did I hurry downstairs and melt into the crowd.
“Mr. Lin, where did you disappear to?”
A bright voice made me turn. Jiang Lili stood there.
“Miss Jiang, I just ran into a few acquaintances,” I replied with a smile, thinking this newcomer seemed cheerful. I wondered which brand she worked for.
“The Dysia show is about to start,” she said excitedly, pointing to the runway.
Seats on both sides were filling. I spotted President Wang sitting with Secretary Zhao; Sun Dan was directly behind him.
“Let’s find seats too,” I said calmly, heading to the side.
Jiang Lili walked beside me. Glancing at her, I noticed that despite her petite frame, her b00bs were impressively full and perky. Quite the hidden asset.
The lights dimmed, leaving only brilliant spotlights around the red carpet as music swelled.
“Welcome to the Dysia fashion presentation…”
The host took the stage, delivered brief remarks, explained the brand’s positioning, and introduced the autumn-winter collection projected on the backdrop.
To elegant music, tall models strutted in the new designs.
Jiang Lili snapped photos with her SLR. I stood with arms folded, watching calmly.
After the outerwear came the finale: the lingerie show.
Models in $exy lingerie revealed perfect figures—full b00bs and rounded a$$es prompting frantic camera clicks from the audience.
“Wow, their b0dies are amazing. The lingerie is gorgeous too,” Jiang Lili murmured, shooting rapidly.
I scanned each model appreciatively; their proportions far surpassed ordinary w0men.
As the show ended, I saw President Wang speaking with the organizers in a corner while Secretary Zhao and Sun Dan smiled and nodded nearby.
“Mr. Lin, I have to go. Here’s my card—keep in touch,” Jiang Lili said, handing me a business card.
“Pleasure meeting you,” I replied warmly.
Once she left, I noticed the trio heading out. I followed discreetly.
Outside, President Wang’s driver was absent. He got behind the wheel himself; both Secretary Zhao and Sun Dan slid into the back seat.
I sprinted two hundred meters to my car, started the engine, and tailed them at a safe distance.
After twists and turns, they stopped at a hotel near the bay university district. All three entered together.
He’s planning to enjoy both tonight?
I parked roadside and hurried inside.
“How many, sir?” the receptionist asked.
“Just me. Any rooms left?”
“Only deluxe suites. Would you like one?”
President Wang’s group had already taken the elevator. I watched the floor counter anxiously.
“Sir?”
The display stopped at seven.
“Those three guests just now—what room? I’d like the one next to it,” I said quickly.
“I’m sorry, sir, that’s private information,” she replied awkwardly.
I frowned, glanced around—only she was on duty—and pulled a thousand yuan from my wallet.
“I just want to be next door so I can ‘bump into’ them tomorrow about business. No trouble for you.” I slid the money forward, blocking the security camera with my b0dy.
She hesitated, then took a keycard. “They’re in 705. This is 706 next door. One night is 1,200; deposit 600.”
“Done.” I paid, registered, and took the elevator up.
In the room, I shut the door and pressed my ear to the wall.
“President Wang, we’ll go shower first~”
Two sugary voices confirmed Secretary Zhao and Sun Dan were heading to bathe.
A dragon playing with two phoenixes—and stunning ones at that. Lucky b*stard.
I stepped onto the balcony.
The gap to the next balcony was about one and a half meters. To cross, I would have to stand on the railing and jump.