novelraw Chapter 733: Rich Pretty Girls and the Big Blonde Mare
Chapter 733: Rich Pretty Girls and the Big Blonde Mare
Chapter 733: Rich Pretty Girls and the Big Blonde Mare
December 14, 2023, Thursday, snow.
Outside the window, tiny snowflakes began to fall again at some point, spinning down beneath the city's sparse lights.
"Peng—"
The apartment door was pushed open with one motion.
"Clack! Clack! Clack!"
Xu Yanqing strode in wearing a sharp Dior trench coat and high heels, her expression as cold as ice.
A trace of unfamiliar perfume hung in the air.
She walked to the bedroom doorway and immediately saw black lace underwear scattered on the carpet.
Her pupils contracted violently.
"Tang Song!" Her voice was icy as she flung open the bedroom door.
The man was lounging lazily against the headboard, naked, revealing defined muscles.
He looked at her with a handsome, wicked smile.
"Yanqing, why did you come back so suddenly?"
Xu Yanqing ignored him and walked straight to the wardrobe, yanking the doors open and frantically rummaging through it.
Suddenly her movements froze. She spun around and stared at the disordered bed.
She threw the covers aside.
Curled under the blanket was her cousin, Xu Jiali!
"Good for you, Tang Song." Xu Yanqing trembled with fury, her gaze cold as a blade, "You two slut and scumbag!"
But Tang Song only chuckled lightly. Suddenly he flipped over and, in front of her, pressed Xu Jiali beneath him.
While he did as he pleased with her cousin, he locked his deep eyes onto Xu Yanqing, saying suggestive trash talk.
"Yanqing, want to join us..."
"You—!"
Xu Yanqing felt the world spin. Just as she tried to rush forward, she found herself suddenly weak, her vision blurring.
The diffuser... there was a drug in the diffuser...
She collapsed helplessly onto the carpet beside the bed.
When she groggily forced her eyes open again, she found herself already lying beside them.
The woman under Tang Song had a face that had turned into her own.
They looked at each other.
Xu Jiali wore a drunken, ecstatic smile. "Qingqing, actually we are the Li sisters. Our parents abandoned me back then. Now we can be real sisters for life."
The bed began rocking rhythmically.
In the early hours, the bedroom was pitch black.
Xu Qing murmured and blinked, half-awake.
Scenes from the previous night surged like chaotic fragments.
Because she had drunk, had her butt spanked by Little Song, slept in the same bed, and he had even... with her...
After that she was dazed the whole time...
But she vaguely remembered that when Little Song was intimate with her, he also touched... touched... Yanyan?!
That was why she had the nightmare just now!
Was it real or a dream?
She couldn't process it.
At that moment she felt a rustling friction beside her.
Her brain still fuzzy, she turned her head instinctively,
and froze.
She realized she had somehow been moved to the far right of the big bed.
Tang Song was sleeping in the middle.
He lay on his side, holding her best friend.
They... they were... kissing?!
And his hand... his hand... on Yanyan...
"Boom!!!
"
Xu Qing's head detonated like a supernova, leaving a blank space.
Ahhhhh! How could this happen!
Help!
Catching a cheater only to find my best friend and my boyfriend?!
And me... sleeping right next to them?!
What kind of hellish live NTR broadcast is this?!
I'm going blind! I'm really going blind ahhhhhhh!
Do I, Miss Xu Qing, not care about my dignity?!
...Wait! No!
I get it! Maybe I entered a "dream within a dream"!
Yes! Like Inception!
That was the first layer of dream; this has to be the second!
If I wake up again, everything will return to normal!
Yes! That's it!
Xu Qing took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and frantically repeated in her head:
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
One minute... two minutes...
But the rustling sound only grew louder instead of fading.
Xu Qing began to sense something was wrong.
"Shh—" Tang Song's voice came, hoarse and deliberately low, "Be careful not to wake Qingqing."
"It’s fine, she... she sleeps like a log... not even thunder could wake her." Her friend’s voice trembled.
Xu Qing: (OπO)!!!
Scheming Yuyan! You traitor! How could you betray our friendship for a man!
And you, Little Song! You actually did that in front of me...
She fumed, nearly leaping from the bed to confront them!
But before she could act, the mattress beside her suddenly depressed.
Tang Song seemed to have rolled over.
Then a long, hot hand landed on her body.
The sensation was unbearably real.
Only then did she realize this was reality, not a dream.
Xu Qing's body stiffened. She held her breath, squeezed her eyes shut.
Using all her acting skills, she pretended to be sound asleep, even letting out a couple of sleepy noises.
But it was useless.
An unprecedented sensory assault hit her nerves.
...
Eight in the morning.
The sky remained gloomy. The snow that had fallen all night finally stopped.
Xu Qing awoke in a mess.
She carefully opened one eye. The two culprits were nowhere to be seen.
Only she remained on the big bed, and the lingering scent of intimacy still hung in the air.
She threw back the covers and looked down at the suspicious marks on her body, her face contorting in anger.
Damn playboy! Shameless Scheming Yuyan!
As she mentally staged violent fantasies,
"Click"—the bedroom door opened.
Xu Qing sucked in a breath and immediately pulled the covers over her head.
Light footsteps approached.
It was her best friend!
Xu Qing bit her lip, unsure how to face her,
trembling with anger and cold!
"Whoosh—" The curtains were drawn open and the room brightened considerably.
The mattress made a soft "ah" as the friend sat down beside her and fell still.
Xu Qing shivered and peered out from under the duvet; her dark eyes peered over the edge bit by bit.
She saw a pair of bright, smiling eyes.
Shen Yuyan seemed to have just finished morning exercise, wearing red sportswear.
A form-fitting sports bra and an unzipped jacket showed off her full, perky curves and a slim waist without an ounce of fat.
Her long black hair was casually loose, a natural post-workout flush on her cheeks, radiating youthful energy and a pure kind of sexiness.
Xu Qing instantly recognized the outfit — the same sportswear Yanyan often wore in college.
She... was playing some "memory play" with Little Song again!
Seeing her friend so radiant and refreshed, comparing it to her own miserable last night, Xu Qing's grievances surged.
She sat up abruptly, clutching the duvet, puffing her cheeks, and glared at her with those big black eyes.
"Yo, you're awake?" Shen Yuyan showed no guilt, instead smiling and pinching her cheek, "Big silly Qing."
"What are you doing, Scheming Yuyan!" Xu Qing shoved her hand away, bristling with a mix of boldness and cowardice as she demanded, "You—you last night... how could you do that?!"
"Do what?" Shen Yuyan blinked innocently. "I was helping you take the punishment for the spanking and I got drunk, so I just crashed here. I don't remember what happened afterward. Did I do something too much?"
Xu Qing was flustered by the counter-question. "You... I... Tang Song..."
She stammered, not knowing where to begin.
She had drunk too much and been dizzy.
Though everything felt real, with Yanyan's interference she started doubting whether she had an absurd wet dream,
or whether Little Song had taken advantage of a weak Yanyan to harass her?
That thought emerged then she immediately denied it.
She knew her best friend too well — from volunteering to "share the punishment" to "intentionally lingering in bed," every step reeked of premeditated scheming.
Seeing her now, acting naive on purpose,
Xu Qing huffed in anger: "Don't pull that! You think I'm really stupid?!"
Shen Yuyan's smile faltered slightly.
She stopped making excuses, turned, and gently hugged Xu Qing from behind.
"Qingqing," her voice soft and trembling a little, "you know we're the best friends in the world, right?"
Xu Qing nodded reflexively, "Yeah."
"Then you trust me won't ever hurt you, right?"
"...Mm."
Her voice muffled.
She wouldn't admit other things, but when it came to friendship, she trusted Shen Yuyan with near-blind absolute faith.
They had been desk mates since first year—best friends for over a decade.
They played truant, cheated, fought, and whispered secret girlish things under the covers.
Their wardrobes were essentially one; pocket money was never divided.
To get into the same university, Shen Yuyan had even secretly changed her college application against her family's wishes, enraging her father into hospitalization and months of silence.
Shen Yuyan rested her chin on Xu Qing's shoulder and murmured, "Qingqing, actually you don't really know Tang Song. You don't know how terrifying he can be."
"You don't know either, okay? Let me tell you, Little Song is super perverted! He has so many—"
"I'm not talking about that." Shen Yuyan cut her off, a touch exasperated. "Put the love-colored filter aside and think carefully. Besides being a bit lecherous, can you find any other flaw in Tang Song?"
"I... I..." Xu Qing was stumped, unable to answer.
"I mean his true identity." Shen Yuyan's tone turned serious. "There's something I haven't told you."
"What is it?"
"Tang Song is a shareholder of Smile Holdings, controlling five percent of the shares. He... is friends with Director Jin."
"What?!" Xu Qing widened her eyes and shrieked in disbelief, "Little Song knows Director Jin?! And is a shareholder of Smile Holdings?!"
"Yes, absolutely." Shen Yuyan said confidently. "Tonight, he and Xiao Xue are flying to France. Then they'll fly straight to New York to attend Smile Holdings' global shareholders' meeting. I'm going too."
Xu Qing was stunned.
She recalled that when she first met him he was just the owner of Songmei Apparel, with very nice hands.
But in less than a year, he had steadily exceeded her expectations.
Looking at it now, Little Song really did feel like a novel's male lead!
"Qingqing, I'll protect you. We'll be lifelong sisters, never apart, okay?"
At those words, Xu Qing's heart skipped.
An absurd thought—yet strangely acceptable—popped into her head.
If... if we share the same boyfriend, wouldn't we truly be together forever?
At least then Yanyan wouldn't drift away after marriage.
Little Song was wealthy and powerful; following him meant a life of privileges.
We could live in a big villa, make lots of money, keep ten cats, twenty dogs...
Thinking like that, it didn't seem so bad.
Seeing her friend's expression calm, Shen Yuyan leaned over and kissed Xu Qing's cheek.
Relief settled in her chest.
Last night had been impulsive.
But that impulse was a calculated gamble she had to take.
She had already fallen behind Lin Muxue and Wen Ruan too far.
Her only chips to remain special in his eyes were her former campus belle status and being Qingqing's best friend.
In this complex relationship, she could provide unique and exciting emotional value.
She had to use that chip and take the initiative, to claim a position in this war without smoke,
to secure a place in Tang Song's heart.
Images from the early morning flashed in her mind.
Silent eye contact in the dark.
His hot, aggressive presence.
His tentative touches, kisses, provocations...
That intense shame and illicit thrill still made her shiver.
But she had to admit... she liked it.
She liked Tang Song very much.
Repeated shocks and revelations had made her feel an almost physiological, irresistible desire to submit.
When he touched her, all her reason and defenses collapsed.
This was probably her own private kind of love.
...
Yanjing Huating, Building 6.
A spacious living room.
A large LCD played the hottest comedy variety show, canned laughter and guest jabs filling the room with raucous cheer.
Zhao Yaqian stood on the carpet imitating a ridiculous move from the show, laughing wildly, doubling over.
"Hahaha... look at this person! Too funny!"
"Ow... I can't... my stomach hurts from laughing..."
Xiao Jing laughed until she couldn't stand and toppled onto Zhao Yaqian's soft, springy body.
They tumbled onto the sofa together.
Xiao Jing picked up a caramel-coated popcorn kernel and, with slender fingers, fed it to the beautician's mouth.
Without hesitation, Zhao Yaqian flicked her tongue and popped the sweet into her mouth, chewing contentedly.
Then she returned the favor, plucking another and feeding Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing opened her mouth obediently, eyes bright as she stared adoringly at the beautician's face.
Having lived in the same complex and not needing to clock in to work, plus the secret of "sharing the same boyfriend," the two girls had rapidly grown close to the point of dropping by each other's places, watching variety shows together, and sharing snacks.
Heh heh heh...
Basic affinity maxed out!
Xiao Jing mentally planned: with a little more effort, we could soon master French wet-kissing techniques!
Too bad Xiao Xue had been busy lately and hard to catch.
Otherwise the trio "Qian-Xue-Jing" could unlock their ultimate bonding quest!
But never mind, there would be more opportunities.
Xiao Jing's eyes darted. She patted the beautician's long, energetic legs and asked with a grin, "Qianqian, Xiao Xue and Song ge have a flight tonight, right?"
"Yep!" Zhao Yaqian nodded, her face brimming with expectation and excitement. "They're going to Provence in France! Song ge has a huge estate there; they're going to inspect it. If all goes well, we can vacation there!"
Xiao Jing blinked. "But they're also going to New York for a shareholders' meeting and will be gone for many days. Won't you miss them?"
"Of course!" Zhao Yaqian answered without hesitation.
"I miss them too," Xiao Jing snuggled against her, "I feel lonely alone. Why don't I come over tonight and we'll sleep together? That would be more lively."
Zhao Yaqian beamed. "Sure! Totally fine!"
Since becoming a kept bird, her career had stabilized and life was smooth, but a little lonely.
Xiao Xue and Tingzi were too busy to hang out.
Xiao Jing was more of a free spirit who lazed about.
"Yay! Qianqian you're the best!"
Xiao Jing hugged the "big toy" like a koala and happily continued the show, already plotting her evening study plan.
Sigh, variety shows are a waste of time. Better to study the latest adult animation instead.
Not only is the plot exciting, but you can learn new moves.
.......
Near noon, the show ended.
"Qianqian, I'm hungry." Xiao Jing tugged her hand sweetly. "Let's go eat? A new beef hotpot opened across the east gate of the complex, great reviews!"
"Okay!" Zhao Yaqian perked up at the mention of food.
They put on thick down jackets, locked arms, and walked out of the building.
Outside, light snow began to fall again. They excitedly stepped through the thin layer of snow, chattering as they entered the hotpot restaurant.
After a steaming meal, both girls felt warm and content.
They wandered through the nearby mall hand in hand.
Around two in the afternoon, they carried bags heading back to the complex.
Foot traffic on the sidewalk came and went.
"Zhao Yaqian?!"
A slightly surprised male voice called from nearby.
They stopped and turned. When Zhao Yaqian saw the face she froze.
Li Jingzhong.
She frowned and tugged at Xiao Jing's sleeve, whispering, "Don't respond. Let's go."
Xiao Jing glanced at the man; he looked thirty-five or so, thick brows and big eyes, hair neatly slicked to one side. On looks alone he was acceptable.
But it was obvious Qianqian disliked him.
They quickened their pace.
"Hey, don't walk so fast." Li Jingzhong's footsteps followed, his tone pleasant. "Long time no see, Qianqian; you're prettier than before. By the way, where are you working now? Still a beautician?"
His gaze shamelessly roamed over the curvy figure concealed by the down jacket, then lit up when it landed on the striking pale-skinned girl beside her.
Zhao Yaqian stopped, turned, and spoke coldly, "Do we know each other?"
"Heh." Li Jingzhong hadn't expected that response; his smile faded. "Qianqian, have you forgotten those who helped you? I'm just checking in since it's been so long."
Zhao Yaqian gave him a contemptuous once-over and tugged Xiao Jing away without another word.
Watching them walk away, Li Jingzhong's face darkened.
Ever since being publicly humiliated by that Mercedes S-class guy on the roadside, he hadn't seen Zhao Yaqian again.
This chance meeting seemed like a rare opportunity.
To him, a rich second-generation playboy like Tang Song changed women faster than cars.
After a few months, Qianqian might have been dumped.
A girl who tasted luxury and got thrown back to normal life was easiest to control.
He planned to repeat his old trick and fulfill his unfinished wish.
He hadn't expected her to be a different person now.
The contempt radiating from her stung more than being called a fool.
He watched them disappear through the Yanjing Huating gate and grit his teeth.
You'll see, Zhao Yaqian! Just you wait!
...
Only after entering the complex did Zhao Yaqian relax and regain her cheerful expression.
"Qianqian." Xiao Jing jiggled her arm, pure curiosity shining in her big eyes, "who was that? You seemed to hate him."
"Oh, him." Zhao Yaqian scoffed with disdain. "A greasy uncle who used to hassle me at the shop. His name is Li Jingzhong. He tried to keep me as a kept woman..."
As she told the story, Xiao Jing's eyes widened.
Vice president of a design company? He hit on a beautician? Offered her a job to keep her? And then Tang Song, heroically saving her?
So that's it!
This jerk Li Jingzhong is not only a harassing background villain...
He’s also the small boss Tang Song once personally KO'd in his rookie days?!
In her mind the chain of logic clicked into place:
Li Jingzhong = early antagonist boss!
Trigger = harassing Zhao Yaqian!
Kill reward = Tang Song's favor + heroic rescue CG!
If I help Song ge defeat this boss again, will some hidden item drop?
Like [Beautician's Grateful Kiss +10], unlocking a new [French Wet-Kiss] move!
First, find the boss spawn point!
Xiao Jing's eyes spun, but she kept a neutral face: "Um... Qianqian, do you know the name of Li Jingzhong's company?"
"Seems to be Inspiration Design. I threw his business card away ages ago."
"Okay!" Xiao Jing mentally noted the name.
......
Back at the large flat in Building 1.
Xiao Jing entered to find her mother Chen Man elegantly arranging flowers on the sofa, seemingly waiting for her.
"Jingjing is back!"
"Mom~" Xiao Jing ran over and hugged her mother.
Chen Man put down the flowers, fondly ruffling her daughter's hair and casually asked, "How are things with Tang Song lately? Is he well?"
"Couldn't be better!" Xiao Jing answered, face shining with sweetness.
"That's good." Chen Man nodded, then suggested, "Let's have him over this weekend. I'll cook personally."
"Oh, maybe not recently." Xiao Jing waved her hand. "He's leaving for New York tonight for a meeting, gone for several days."
"I see... okay." Chen Man looked a little disappointed.
After chatting with her mother, Xiao Jing dashed back to her room.
Humming, she entered the huge walk-in closet to pack for her sleepover at Qianqian's house.
Besides pajamas and some fun toys,
most importantly, the laptop full of "study materials."
Heh heh, it's got the newest seeds.
Tonight, I'll open Qianqian's new world!
As she fantasized about sisterly bonding, her phone rang urgently.
[Anne Mentor].
Xiao Jing jumped and answered quickly, "Hello? Mentor Annie!"
"Hello, Jane." Anne's voice was hoarse and dangerous. "I'm on my way from the airport to your place. You have one hour to clear out anyone unrelated from your home. I'm coming over. This is your first test, don't fail me."
Xiao Jing's adrenaline spiked.
A surprise inspection from her mentor! Like the classic initiation arc in anime!
She had texted earlier and received no reply; turns out it was a surprise move.
She didn't hesitate: "Yes!"
After hanging up she opened an app and booked first-class tickets to Hangcheng and a lake-view suite at the Four Seasons for her parents.
Then she pulled Chen Man aside, all sweet and filial: "Mom, Dad's been working so hard in Hangcheng. I booked you a trip and hotel. Have a lovely romantic weekend!"
Before Chen Man could react, Xiao Jing had coaxed her into packing.
Half an hour later Chen Man sat dazed in the Maybach the driver had prepared downstairs.
"Bye Mom! Have fun!" Xiao Jing waved hard.
Watching the car speed away, she breathed out.
Step one, clear the scene, complete!
She called Anne: "Report, mentor! I'm ready."
"Good girl," Anne chuckled. "Now come down. Meet me at the south gate of your community."
"Yes! On my way!"
She tidied her hair, took the elevator to the ground floor, and hurried toward the south gate.
Just as she rounded the exit, a figure walked slowly along the sidewalk ahead.
She wore a fitted turtleneck and a casually draped black leather trench.
In -1°C and blowing snow, she wore only black shorts and a thin layer of black stockings below, paired with commanding thigh-high leather boots.
Her striking blonde hair whipped in the wind.
Different from the Anne Kate she had seen at the birthday party, this Anne strode in towering, full-bodied, and unapologetically commanding—maxed-out charisma.
Passersby gave way instinctively, intimidated by her unapproachable aura.
Anne's refined face showed no expression, only a pair of icy blue eyes like a hawk locking onto Xiao Jing.
At their first glance collision, Xiao Jing felt her DNA stir!
Isn't this the quintessential, top-tier, S-class, full-attribute "blonde big mare dominatrix"?!
That body... that aura... those cold eyes...
So stunning! (°=°)
Paired with her own long black straight hair and studious JK vibe... a perfect match!
Not at all inferior to "plain sworn sister + voluptuous professor."
"Anne... Mentor!" Xiao Jing snapped back, cheeks flushed with excitement, and ran forward.
Anne stopped and surveyed her from above, a playful curve at the corner of her mouth. "You didn't tell Song about me coming, did you?"
"No, no!" Xiao Jing shook her head like a nervous chick. "This is our secret! Song doesn't know at all!"
"Good." Anne seemed satisfied and simply nodded toward ahead, "Take me to your place."
"Yes! This way, mentor!"
...
Inside the warm flat.
Anne had no intention of changing shoes at the entrance. She walked across the polished floor in snow-dampened boots, leaving a wet trail.
Xiao Jing didn't care; she thought it was "cool" and followed obediently.
Anne scanned the room with dangerous eyes and said flatly, leaving no room for argument, "Show me your room."
"Okay, this way."
When the door to the pink, dreamy girlish bedroom opened,
Anne stopped at the threshold and finally allowed an undisguised smile.
"Lace, bows, plush toys, cartoon posters..." She picked up a cute figurine and pinched it between two fingers with disdain. "Jane, I thought I walked into some elementary schooler's room. Is this your proud taste? Hm?"
Xiao Jing immediately lowered her head, face burning. Her voice trembled, "...Sorry, mentor. I let you down. You can punish me or teach me."
"Punish? Heh, don't be anxious—"
Anne tossed the expensive figurine aside, turned, and closed the distance until less than ten centimeters separated them.
She reached out with a cold finger and tilted Xiao Jing's chin, forcing her to lift the small, anxious, fear-etched face.
"Ready to face your enrollment test?"
"Ready!" Xiao Jing's eyes were watery.
Anne's icy blue gaze glittered dangerously.
She spoke slowly: "The first test is..."
Xiao Jing held her breath, listening intently.
"I'm going to inspect your wardrobe. If it's all childish, juvenile stuff..."
Anne pinched her smooth cheek and the smile became mischievous.
"...I will be very, very angry. Then I'll use a marker to write words like 'childish,' 'stupid,' 'failed' on you."
Her finger traced lightly across Xiao Jing's neck and collarbone through the thin shirt, raising goosebumps.
"I want to see at least some adult things in there, understand?"
She withdrew her hand and calmly watched the expression on the girl's face change.
This was her staged first "show of force."
She had already probed this apprentice's background:
a pampered girl raised in privilege, protected until pure as blank paper.
Anne's specialty was contaminating such paper into shapes she liked.
She knew a woman's closet reflected an undefended mirror of her soul:
taste, desire, deepest private preferences.
By reshaping her aesthetics, habits, and cognition,
she could control, mold, and occupy her.
Once she succeeded, Anne would even prepare props Xiao Jing had never seen to open a new, chaotic yet fascinating adult world for her and make her a devoted follower.
Soon she felt the girl's body tremble uncontrollably.
Heh, scared?
Anne snickered inwardly.
Poor, lovely Jane.
Soon you'll be my favorite work.
Hope you don't spoil too quickly,
or it won't be as fun.