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Chapter 23 Part 4 Mrs. Wang's Desperate Cover‑Up

Only now did he understand that the "satisfaction" he thought he gave her was an illusion.

Her perfunctory moans, her unfulfilled expression he was nothing but a stand‑in, and a poor one.

He could only cower outside the door like a coward and watch this scene burn his eyes.

Inside, Annie watched Grace grow more and more brazen, her brows knitting tighter.

*Shameless, utterly shameless.

"So proud before, like a peacock.

"Now she grovels like a dog, selling her own body for her husband's career.

"And Liam, letting her plaster herself all over him and say such filthy things…*

But she stayed where she was and said nothing.

Her nephew would one day have to walk among powerbrokers; such fawning would be everyday background noise.

Perhaps it was better for him to adapt early.

Telling herself this, she held her tongue.

Liam finally lifted his gaze to Grace's face, then slowly let it fall over her slipped strap, her deformed neckline, their joined arms until it rested on her over‑full ass.

The cold edge faded slightly, replaced with a teasing lilt.

"Now you know how to beg?"

He leaned into her, his fingers brushing the bare line of her shoulder.

"Then let me see just how much 'sincerity' Grace has."

He popped the pill into his mouth without a second thought, then took her hand and headed for an empty box down the hall.

Her eyes lit up at once.

Her smile deepened, and the lust in her gaze nearly overflowed.

But the box was not empty.

Twenty minutes earlier

On the first floor, Mrs. Wang sat in her dark‑green qipao, shifting restlessly in her seat from the moment the auction began.

Color climbed steadily up her cheeks and neck.

Now and then, when no one was looking, her hips gave tiny jerks, ripples running through the hem of her dress.

Each movement deepened the flush on her face.

She braced her hands on the soft cushion beneath her, trying to ease the stimulation under her and the shudder racing up her tailbone.

Her daughter Yvonne Zhou noticed nothing, watching the stage with interest.

Mrs. Wang felt like a caged peacock elegant but trapped.

She longed to release the storm inside, but invisible gauze bound her.

Surrounded by whispered conversations, she grew even more excited.

Beneath the hem of her qipao, on the hidden spot pressed to the seat, a dark blossom of damp slowly spread.

She rubbed her thighs together.

Muscles at the roots squeezed her mound, smearing the trickle of juice from her panties.

She knew she couldn't endure much longer.

"Yao, stay here a bit, okay?

"Mommy's going to the restroom and will be right back."

She stroked her daughter's soft hair gently.

Yvonne blinked and nodded, then turned her attention back to the stage.

Seeing no objection, Mrs. Wang snatched up her small handbag and all but ran for the second‑floor boxes.

Few guests came up here; privacy was almost guaranteed.

Without much hesitation, she opened the door to an empty box and slipped inside.

She flicked on the crystal chandelier.

Warm yellow light filled every corner.

Every step she took rubbed her thighs together, torturing her.

She hurried to the full‑length mirror in the corner and flipped up the front of her qipao to reveal her already‑soaked panties.

The thin fabric clung to the bulge of her labia, transparent enough to show the dense hair beneath.

Looking at her own lewd body, desire burst from deep inside.

Still in her stilettos, she crouched down.

Her fingers flicked her skirt higher, baring the wet mound wrapped in cloth.

Her experienced hand hooked the edge of the panties, following the curve of her lips before flicking them aside.

What she had stuffed inside her pussy popped free with a little "plop."

A silicone dildo, molded like a real cock.

It was at least eighteen centimeters long.

Who would have thought such a "proper" mother could hide such filthy habits?

Once freed, the dildo remained upright, its suction base clinging to the floor.

Mrs. Wang, still above it, trembled and threw her head back with a long moan.

She spread her fingers on the floor, opening her legs as wide as she could.

Her thighs and calves squeezed together, sending waves through her fleshy legs.

In that obscene posture, she dropped hard onto the toy.

Her desire raged like a wildfire through the hills, consuming anything she could use.

She popped open the buttons at her chest and dragged her breasts from her bra.

Big, heavy mounds bounced wildly, nipples dark and rigid as she rode.

Some months ago she would have scoffed at this version of herself.

Back then, her mind held nothing but the business, the company, and raising her daughter.

Her heart had grown numb under the grind of daily life.

At her lowest, Grace without so much as asking had sent two male models to her with some trick.

That night she'd discovered the true taste of being a woman.

Her dormant heart snapped awake; years of pent‑up desire exploded.

She wanted more and more, but was too embarrassed to ask her friend how to summon such men again, and so turned to toys instead.

She stared into the mirror at the woman she had become hair flying, breasts surging, sweat streaming.

The graceful, proper mother from earlier was gone.

In the brief pauses between lotus‑sits, she grabbed her handbag, dug out makeup, and, still working the dildo, painted her eyes and lips.

Dark‑green shadow bloomed around her lids like old ink soaked into paper, matching the shade of her lips.

Her mouth parted, a red blossom framed by green leaves.

The plain makeup from earlier was gone; with these colors she looked more and more like an old‑world courtesan, dripping with lewdness.

"Mm… ahh… I'm so full… it feels so good… ohhh…"

Sweat flew from her as she moaned at the mirror, completely missing the moment Yvonne opened the door and walked in behind her.

"Mom, what are you doing?

"Why are you sitting on that stick with your butt?"

Her daughter's puzzled voice cut through from behind.

Mrs. Wang jolted violently, scrambling upright and ramming the dildo back into her pussy, leaving the floor slick with her juices.

Her heels clacked once as she stamped her foot and turned, masking her mortification with anger.

"Yvonne, what has Mommy always told you?

"You knock before you come in, understand?"

Chastened, Yvonne lowered her head.

"I… I'm sorry.

"You were gone so long, I got worried and…"

Realizing her outburst, Mrs. Wang pulled her daughter into a hug to soothe her.

But the thick scent of sex wrapping her body drifted into the girl's nose, making Yvonne wonder why her mother smelled so strange and what exactly she had been doing on the floor.

Before she could make sense of it, two voices sounded in the corridor it was Liam and Grace.

Panic seized Mrs. Wang.

Grabbing her daughter and her handbag, she shoved them both under the bed, not forgetting to drop flat and use her qipao to mop up the puddle she'd left behind.

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