A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 617 617

Next.

The screen behind flashed.

On the screen, the second picture appeared.

This is the second part of the Spring Palace Painting.

The picture shows a man and a woman.

The woman is standing, the man is crouching in front of her, one hand lifting her skirt, the other reaching under it.

The person in the white mask said: "We named this picture Exploration, it portrays the man's exploration of the woman's body."

As soon as the words were spoken.

Two dancers stood up.

The one on the left stood like in the picture.

The one on the right crouched down.

And directly pulled down the panties of the standing woman.

In this way, the mysterious place of the dancer on the left was exposed to everyone.

Such a scene.

It's nothing unfamiliar to those present.

However, this "educational" scene with commentary was a novel experience for everyone, making them feel quite intrigued, and you could clearly feel some people's breathing quicken when the dancer on the left revealed herself.

The crouching dancer.

Reached her hand between the standing dancer's legs.

Long fingers slowly traced the edge of the petals.

Then, they reached the very center of the lotus heart, with a soft sound, the middle finger slipped inside.

The standing dancer's expression softened, her eyes slightly closed as she savored the pleasure brought by the fingers.

With the dance of the fingertips.

Under the light, everyone could see some "dew" oozing out, glistening brightly.

Before they could fully indulge.

The screen flashed.

The third picture appeared.

A man and a woman maintained the most conventional man-on-top, woman-on-bottom position, engaged in unspeakable acts.

The man in the white mask said: "This third picture, we named Gradual Progression. Why this name? Because most people here, when engaging in intercourse, usually start with this position. Am I right, esteemed guests?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Amidst the laughter.

Another dancer removed her panties.

Thus, both dancers' lower halves were now bare.

Next.

The two returned to the couch.

One woman lay down.

The other woman spread her legs and pressed down on her.

Since both were women, there was no actual merging, but the sight of two butterflies rubbing against each other still excited the crowd.

The fourth picture appeared appropriately.

The picture showed a man lying down, a woman sitting on top.

The white mask said: "The fourth frame of the Spring Palace Painting is called Guanyin Sitting on the Lotus. I'm sure this position is quite favored among you, as it allows men to indulge in enjoyment..."

"Hahaha..."

Another burst of laughter.

On the couch.

One woman lay down, and the other woman spread her legs to sit atop.

As before, it remained a clash between two butterflies, making the viewers relish the sight.

Next.

The fifth picture appeared.

The picture showed a woman leaning against a fake hill, her pants down to her ankles, a man standing behind her, holding her body, silently working hard.

"I'm sure this picture shows a frequent position you all use, we've named it Old Man Pushcart, but since none of you are old men, how about we call it Stud Pushcart?"

The white mask joked.

"Hahaha, this name is great, let's call it Stud Pushcart."

"I like this position."

"..."

Conversations erupted.

Since everyone wore masks, no one knew anyone else, and their words were boldly audacious.

The two dancers similarly set the scene in front of everyone.

One held the edge of the bed, while the other stood behind, thrusting with force.

Another flash of the screen.

The sixth picture appeared.

In the Spring Palace Painting, the man sat on a stool while the woman sat with legs spread on another chair, completing the union.

Clearly.

From this picture onward, the story became even more explicit.

"The sixth picture is a position I suggest everyone try. As you can see from the picture, it's quite effortless. Plus, in this position, we can see the expressions on each other's faces and feel each other's state, so we named this one Tender Loving Care, isn't that vivid?"

The white mask said.

Following suit.

Before the words finished.

The two dancers adopted the same position on the bed.

To this group of men, it was still merely a clash between butterflies.

With half of the Spring Palace Painting over.

The people present were thoroughly engaged, nobody reached for chopsticks, as their minds were far from the food.

All shared a single thought, eagerly anticipating the next picture to appear soon.

After all twelve pictures were demonstrated.

These men had long felt their throats dry and certain parts of their bodies beginning to protest subtly.

Seeing this scene.

The person wearing the white mask said: "Our Spring Palace Painting lesson concludes here, esteemed guests are requested to proceed to the second floor, The Larkspur's services are about to start!"

What?

It hasn't started yet?

The crowd couldn't help but sigh.

The flames of passion having been stoked, only now it begins, impossible to imagine what drama will unfold next.

Led by the white mask.

16 people climbed the stairs one by one.

Reaching the second floor of the cruise.

In front of them appeared rows of doors similar to those in hotels.

Could it be the simple, direct 'service' to come?

Some couldn't wait, thinking it was time to get to the main act, naturally, more discerning individuals felt disappointed, thinking the show was already over.

"Dear guests, aren't you curious about what's inside these rooms? I know you're anxious, but don't be. The Larkspur's second floor has twenty themed rooms, covering any theme you could imagine. Now, let me introduce you to them one by one."

With that.

The white mask opened the first door.

Everyone thought it would be an opulent room inside.

But once the setup came into view, they all cried out in surprise.

What appeared before them was unexpectedly a classroom.

That's right, no mistake, just an ordinary classroom with a blackboard, podium, and desks.

Behind the podium stood a woman, wearing black-framed glasses, holding a ruler.

She wore a tight white shirt on top, wrapping two mounds tightly, seeming like the buttons would pop if she pushed her chest out a bit.

A tight pencil skirt went over her lower body.

The skirt hem was very low, almost reaching her thighs.

The rounded hips made one swallow hard.